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THE FORMULA part 2 of 2 (ped, bdsm, abuse)
BY BLUEDAWG
[ part 2 ]
The boys were still slightly groggy by the time they reached the plane.
Even so, they kicked up a fuss (Or at least as much as two well-bound
and gagged kids could.) until Grace presented a wicked looking Taser and
threatened both with a shock. After that, both went quietly into the
plane and allowed themselves to be strapped into seats facing each
other. Both seats had another on each side, making two pair's altogether.
After take-off, Grace poured two glasses of white wine and gave Jan one
of them. She drank it down greedily, not able to look over at her son.
"Easy there, Janice." Grace laughed. "You don't want to be drunk when we
land do you?"
"No." Janice said weakly.
"Ummmpphh! Umm!" Jeff tried to say into the thick gag in his mouth.
"Grace, lets take these gags off." Janice said.
"No."
"Why? Who would hear them?"
"I would. Trust me Janice, all boys… hell, all children, should be kept
tightly gagged at all times."
Janice turned to Jeff and silently mouthed the words, I'm sorry. Jeff,
still not understanding what was going on, simply looked at her with a
hurt and confused expression.
Finishing her wine, Grace said, "There is something we need to do before
we land." Then she got up and pulled out a small bottle of lotion and
two clear containers.
"What's this?"
"We need to make sure these two can produce the right material, so we're
going to test them."
"Right here? Now?"
"No time like the present. Besides, it will make the trip go by faster."
What Grace didn't say was that a failure to produce would mean that one
or both boy, and probably Janice, would be dumped in the ocean… never to
be seen again.
Janice sat blinking, not comprehending what was about to happen, until
Grace unzipped Mike's pants and pulled out his penis.
"Grace! You mean you're going to… to…"
"No Janice. We're going to. We're going to play with their little
weenies until they squirt. If they squirt that is. Then I'm going to
test it. "
Mike couldn't believe what was happening. He sat there with a truly
beautiful woman, at least as old as his mother; holding onto his rapidly
hardening penis.
"See? At their age, just touching their little wee-wees makes them
stiffen. Hurry up, will you?"
"Grace… I can't… I can't do that to my own son! Let me do Mike, at
least!" Janice said in horror.
"Two things Janice Kent. One, this is a test for you as well. One that
your life might depend on. Two, we don't follow any such archaic rules
in our society. From this point on, your son ceases to exist. He's a
sperm cow now. That's all. Do you understand?"
Janice sat perfectly still. What had she done?
"I said, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" Grace said forcefully.
Janice understood, but this wasn't what she had thought at all when she
agreed to do this. On the other hand, she felt… no, she knew…that her
life and the boy's lives revolved around her response.
"Yes. I understand completely. I… I'm sorry I hesitated. It won't happen
again."
Grace smiled and looked down at Mike. She had been lightly playing and
touching his dick and now it was rock hard. Small, slender... but hard.
"Ohhhh, look Janice. Mine is all stiff. You have some catching up to do!"
Janice smiled into her son's eyes as she unzipped his pants. He looked
at her wide-eyed. When Grace turned to get a small towel, Jan bent over
and whispered into Jeff's ear, "Just play along and I'll get us out of
this… I promise!"
Meanwhile, Grace was tormenting Mike. Very experienced at this, her
lightly oiled hands and fingers stroked the boy to brink, and then
stopped completely. Mike groaned into his gag and bucked against his
restraints, instinctively trying to push his dick up into Grace's warm,
soft hand. He felt like one touch, any sort of friction at all, would
give him the same wonderful feeling he'd felt about a week ago. It was
purely an accident. He'd been lying facedown on an old couch his dad
kept in the basement watching TV. The couch had thin cushions and a hard
"bar" running along the front edge under those cushions. Bored, lying
half-on and half off the edge, he'd absent-mindedly began to rub his
crotch against that hard edge. He had no idea of what he was doing,
knowing only that it felt good. As his penis got hard, he began to
thrust up and down over the edge… rubbing intently thru his thin shorts
and underwear. The thrusting felt good, but all of a sudden a feeling
shot thru him that was… indescribable. Like an explosion in his pants.
Even odder, the feeling made him instinctively push his penis up against
the bar as hard as he could. He would have pushed right thru it if he
could! Mike lay there for a long time trying to understand what had
happened. He wanted to replicate that awesome feeling again, but his
mother came down to wash clothes and ran him off. Later, when he had to
pee, he noticed his underwear was all sticky… like someone had put some
sort of glue in there. What was that about?
Grace might have been tormenting Mike, but Jan just wanted to do this
quickly and in as clinical a manner as possible. She had absolutely no
sexual feelings toward Jeff at all. She tried to think of it as she did
when she had used a rectal thermometer on him or bathed him. Trouble
was, that had been years ago.
Now, she was about to masturbate her own son.
"Let's just get this over with." She said to him as she oiled up her
hands. It had been a hell of a long time since she'd given anyone a hand
job too, but things like that were like riding a bike. Gingerly, she
pulled her son's penis out. It was flaccid. Perhaps he wouldn't be able
to achieve an erection with his mother. Lightly, she began to stroke it
up and down, playing with the sensitive tip. Within seconds, Jeff began
to swell up in his mother's hand. He didn't find his mom sexy at all,
but whatever she was doing felt wonderful! Jan felt the hardness and
despite herself, looked down. The 12 year old was (She guessed) about
average sized for that age. She'd read sex stories on the Internet with
pre-teen boys who always had 8, 10, even 12 inch dicks. That was a joke
as far as she was concerned. Not to say such a boy didn't exist but only
once had she even come across a full grown man quite that big, much less
a boy.
Grace was getting bored, so she decided this game should end. Reaching
up with her free hand, she released two more buttons and that allowed
most of her impressive cleavage to show. The boy's eyes quickly locked
on his tormenter's low cut bra and large breasts. She leaned in as she
continued to stroke so he could get the full scent of her expensive
perfume. Deciding to put him over the edge, Grace moved in tight and
began to lick and nibble at his neck with her full, sensuous lips.
That did it. Mike groaned into his gag as that incredible feeling shot
thru his groin once again. This time it was, if anything, even more
intense. Janice, feeling the youngster surge up, focused all her
stroking actions on the super-sensitive head of the boy's penis sending
jolt after jolt thru his exploding cock.
"That's it sweetie, let Aunt Grace have all your cream… here we go now…"
She cooed into his ear as sperm shot out like a rifle shot.
Gagged as he was, Mike could hardly catch his breath as he instinctively
thrust his penis into Grace's warm, slick hand, sending every bit of cum
he had to offer. Intent on getting all of it and then some, the evil
bitch kept stroking his head even when all seemed done. What had felt
intensely good only a few seconds ago was now intensely uncomfortable.
Tightly bound, the boy could only squirm a bit as he tried to get her to
stop assaulting his penis.
Jan saw this, and asked. "What are you doing?"
"The most sensitive part of a male is the penis head. Well, during and
immediately after they cum, that sensitivity goes thru the roof. I like
to rub on their weenies a while afterwards just to let them know that
while I can give them pleasure, I can also give them pain."
"Right Mikey-baby?" Grace said as she looked her captive directly in the
eye. Mike nodded with a frightened, pained look in his eyes.
"Good baby boy. Auntie Grace will stop rubbing your weenie now. In fact,
why don't you go back to sleep?" Taking her free hand, the one not
covered in cum, Grace pulled a large, white pad out of her handbag and
pressed it over Mike's nose. With his mouth completely stopped up by the
rubber plug gag, he had no choice but to breathe in the noxious fumes.
He struggled of course, but Grace held the pad over his face easily.
"OmiGod! What are you doing now?" Jan asked with alarm.
"Calm down. This is just a harmless sedative. It works like ether or
chloroform but without the nasty side-effects. By the way, are you done
yet?"
"Ummphhgh!!"
Jan, embarrassed and repulsed with the idea of masturbating her own son,
and morbidly fascinated with what was happening with Mike and Grace,
had, for the past several minutes, been almost absent-mindedly stroking
Jeff's penis while otherwise paying him no attention at all-not even
looking at him.
Jeff, himself horrified by his mother's attention to his penis, was
shocked to find himself thoroughly enjoying the feeling of his mom's
soft, warm hand lightly caressing him down there. However, he was at the
point now where his dick wanted a firmer, faster rub.
"Oh! I'm sorry sweetheart! Am I hurting you?" She asked as she pulled
her wonderfully oily hand away suddenly.
"Ummphgh!!" Frustrated by the gag, Jeff groaned and shook his head.
"I don't understand! Grace, please let me take his gag off! I think I'm
hurting him somehow!"
Amused by it all, Grace responded. "Jesus Christ Jan! You really are a
stupid cow sometimes! First of all, the gag stays on. Ask me again and
I'll tighten it! Second, you silly fool, you're not hurting him! He
wants you to stroke him harder and faster!"
"He… he does?"
"Well, his little cock does anyway."
Jan looked at Jeff, who offered a slight nod as an embarrassing way of
saying Grace was right. Truthfully, he didn't know what he wanted, but
harder and faster sounded good to him.
Jan went back to work, this time focused on task at hand (So to speak.)
with Grace offering technical support.
"I've found a few long slow strokes, followed by a few hard and fast
ones on the head works best. Also, kissing and nibbling on his neck and
talking dirty helps a lot."
Janice cringed at the thought. The hand-job was disgusting enough.
"Whatever." Grace said as she saw that Jan wasn't going to use her
advice. "Bottom line, if you don't get a cum out of this boy in the next
two minutes, we'll do it my way- and my way means shoving a finger or
two up his little asshole and tickling his prostate gland. He'll cum
then. I guarantee it."
Both Jeff and his mother got nervous at that one. Jan put a renewed
vigor into her actions, which had a definite effect on her bound and
gagged son.
"C'mon Jeff, give mommy your cum! Squirt for me like a big boy! That's
it, just let it happen…"
"Ummmmmm…!"
Suddenly, her son's penis seemed to swell and expand. Jeff thrust as
hard as his bound frame would allow and semen shot up like a geyser.
Several streams came thru and Jan was shocked at all the material her
young son had produced.
Meanwhile, Grace had tested Mike's sperm by placing a small amount in a
vial and adding an unknown clear liquid to it. She shook it up
vigorously and the contents turned blue. She seemed very pleased with
the result and began to lick up all the excess spunk that didn't hit the
floor.
Now Janice really was disgusted. Seeing her look, Grace asked, "What are
you looking at?"
"That's… vile! I thought you took the… sperm… and mixed it in with other
chemicals."
"That's right… at first. After your body gets acclimated to the process,
fresh pure sperm is just as good. In fact, it's like a… booster shot.
Here. Test your son's."
Grace did, and it turned blue as Mike's had.
"Good stuff. I knew it would be, but we always have to check. You can
have the rest for yourself." Grace said.
Eat her own son's spunk?
"No thank you."
Grace's face grew hard. "I said… eat."
Jan hesitated, and then took a small dollop of cum and placed it in her
mouth. She had never been a swallower, and it had been awhile, but the
taste was familiar. She grimaced as she gulped it down.
Grace laughed and handed Jan the same pad used on Mike. "You'll learn to
love the stuff, trust me. Put him to sleep and I'll clean up the rest.
No sense letting good food go to waste. If he struggles too hard, grab
his balls and squeeze a bit. He'll do anything and everything you tell
him to after that."
Jan had no desire to hurt her baby boy and a simple look told him to be
still and breathe. Jeff still struggled a bit but was soon out.
Janice sat back and tried to take in all that had happened. She began to
sob.
"Now what's the matter?" Grace asked.
"I've made a terrible mistake. I let myself get caught up in your crazy
world and now I've destroyed my life, not to mention my son's. My house
is gone, and Kim… my baby girl! She's just 13! How will she make it?"
"Oh, that. Didn't I tell you?"
"Tell me what?"
Grace got up and walked to the back of the cabin. There was a large
trunk that Janice had seen when they first entered. She had assumed it
contained clothes and such, but when Grace opened it Jan was stunned by
what the powerful woman pulled out.
Near naked except for a tiny set of white panties, strictly bound from
head to foot with leather binding straps and tightly gagged with a huge
swath of white tape covering her bulging mouth was Jan's daughter, Kim.
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