This story details the early sexual experiences of a young boy named Bryce, as told by him.  It is a continuation series with a number of chapters that touch on many topics, including M/b, t/b, b/b, incest, masturbation, oral, anal, ws, scat, and forced sex, although not every chapter will include all topics.  If you are offended by any of these topics, or if the discussion of sexual acts involving minors is not your bag, please stop reading now.  Otherwise, I hope you enjoy my writings.  Feedback is welcome at brycewriter@gmail.com   

Bryce's Unnatural Life
Chapter 7

After Matt and Oscar had orgasmed twice in a very short time, they were both "tired" and decided to take a nap.  Mr. Jarkot busied himself working on a new bookshelf in the master bedroom and I was left, in my naked state, in the living room to watch tv.  The whole sucking and "pussy licking" episodes had gone well enough, heck, aside from the butthole stuff, it wasn't anything different than what I had already done many times before.  I assumed that getting "buttfucked" would be coming up soon, and really wasn't concerned too much about that as neither Oscar nor Matt were big enough to cause too much discomfort.  The "toilet paper" conversation was still causing me some concern though, especially since Mr. Jarkot hadn't dismissed Matt's sick comments.  And from my prior experience several years before with the little hell raisers, I had no doubt that they were probably capable of some really sick things.  I just wasn't sure how far they might go.

So as I took stock of my plight, I also thought about how I might be spared from untold abuse.  Any thoughts of running away were mute.  Heck even if I could get away without being caught, I didn't have my clothes and had no idea what Mr. Jarkot had done with them.  If I refused to do something, Mr. Jarkot was going to beat me with his belt and stick that club peepee of his in my butt.  And I had no doubt whatsoever that he would hurt me much worse than anything that complying would do.  I thought about feigning illness, but then became concerned that if he figured out I was faking (I am a horrible liar) it would make things even worse.  Feeling overwhelmed and defeated once again, I realized that my best course of action at this point was inaction.  Just do what they wanted and I would hopefully get out in one piece.

After the boys got up from their nap, fully awake and fully stiff, Mr. Jarkot popped in a video titled "The Ass Bandits".  Big surprise here huh?  About the only thing about this one that really surprised me was that it was an all-male video (in fact, the first video, "Oral Fun" was to be the only one that I would see women in, all the rest were just guys) and all of the guys appeared to be in their late teens or early twenties.  Most of the men doing the "buttfucking" had a really big peepee, just like the guys in the first movie.  The ones getting "buttfucked" did a lot of moaning and head thrashing while they were being stuck in their bottom.  Unlike my experiences though, they seemed to be enjoying themselves.  

When the guy doing the "buttfucking" was ready to "cum", he would always pull his peepee out and squirt his thick, white cream onto the other guys back, not into his hole.  Mr. Jarkot explained to Matt and Oscar they didn't need to pull out when they "shot their cum" and they could squirt it right into me.  He explained it was "less messy" that way but that they could still use my mouth to clean their "cocks" afterwards, just like we had seen the guys do on the film. Eww.  I mean, come on, that thing had been stuffed inside a butthole for crying out loud.  Not just inside the entrance, like my tongue, but stuffed way up in there.  The idea of tasting poop (which I was certain would be the case after a trip deep in my hole) on a spent peepee made my stomach churn, even if it was MY own poop I was having to taste.

Now while all this visual demonstration was unfolding for Matt and Oscar (I scarcely watched after the first couple of acts, this really wasn't much new to me) I sat thinking about something I had seen and heard.  Mr. Jarkot's comment earlier in the day about sperm "making babies" had given me a bit of a twinge when he first said it, but I wasn't entirely sure why.  Now, watching these guys pull their peepee's out of the other guy's butthole before they squirted their "cum", I became concerned about why they did that?  Is it because they didn't want the other guy to have a baby?  If people kept squirting "cum" into my butt, would it "make a baby" inside me?  

Now, I was only ten years old at the time and every initial exposure to these weird, unnatural acts was as confusing (as it should have been) as anything I had ever experienced.  And while I had a pretty good idea about how only women have babies, I was by no means anything near an expert.  And so that was what was consuming my thoughts as I realized Mr. Jarkot was shaking my shoulder and saying "Did you hear me?".  I hadn't heard him, but I was jolted back to the present.  "I'm sorry, I must have been daydreaming" I eeked out, hopeful that he wouldn't punish me.  Instead he just laughed, slapped me on the back and, turning to his boys said "He wants it so damn bad he is daydreaming about it".  They laughed too and I hung my head in shame.

By virtue of having "sloppy seconds" the first time around, Mr. Jarkot decided that Matt should get "the first shot" at my butt.  Search as he did, Mr. Jarkot couldn't find his "lube" and so it was decided that I would have to make due with my saliva.  And while this certainly made it a little easier on clean up afterwards, it also made Matt's entry and subsequent thrusts a little more painful than a nice slickened peepee would have been, especially when he started to dry up about halfway to his orgasm.  That notwithstanding, he was able to mount my butthole, elevated by a small pillow that Mr. Jarkot slipped under my hips, and pump his way to a breathy orgasm relatively quickly.  When he pulled out and represented himself at my face, I was relieved to see that there was no poop on his peepee.  And although it did taste a little like poop, mixed in with the "cum" that was still leaking a little from the tip, I was able to suck it clean pretty easily.

Oscar's trip inside my butthole was a little easier because his pathway was slickened by his twin brother's "cum".  He was about as quick as Matt had been, but, like before, he was much more vocal during the "buttfuck".  As his hips were "slap, slap, slaping" against my buttcheeks, he was moaning and grunting in my ear.  And the closer he got to his orgasm, the more vocal he got, mimicking the men from the movie.  "Take it, you little cunt" he barked "Your hole is nice and tight for such a little slut".  And as he slammed himself into me the last few times, he would accentuate each thrust with a word.  ""You" thrust "are" thrust "A" thrust "little" thrust "whoooorrrre" thrust and hold.  He shook his hips, trying desperately to get just a little further into me as the warm wetness of his "baby juice" joined the "cum" of his brother, deep inside me.

After cleaning Oscar's wilted peepee, which, like his brother's, was devoid of any poop smears (go figure) we returned to the living room.  Oscar filled his father in on how he had "hammered" my butt as I stood there, clenching my buttcheeks trying to keep two loads of "baby juice" from bubbling out.  When Oscar finished his graphic description of how he had "filled the little slut" and they all had a nice laugh about how my "daydream came true", I asked for, and got permission to use the bathroom.  

Hunched over the bowel, I frantically wiped up as much of the "cum" oozing from my bottom as I could.  Then, using my butt muscles I pushed down like I was trying to expel a poop, causing more of the juice to trickle out, which I again quickly wiped away.  As I had been laying passively beneath Matt, him steadily thrusting himself in and out, over and over in my hole, I had convinced myself that boys couldn't have a baby, no matter how much "sperm" was injected into them.  But, I thought, I would get rid of as much of it as I could just to be on the safe side.  If I was wrong and was going to have a baby I darn sure didn't want it to be from one of these freaks.

Dinner turned out nice...at first.  Mr. Jarkot grilled some nice steaks and made some corn on the cob and baked potato.  My dad didn't cook much so I was used to tv dinners or fast food and this was going to be a treat!  As we were setting the table, still naked, Matt decided he wanted his butthole licked again.  Mr. Jarkot and Oscar laughed as Matt leaned over the table, spread his buttcheeks with his hands and said "It's time for your appetizer slut".  Profoundly embarrassed at the thought of having to lick his butthole right there in front of everyone, I nonetheless took up position on my knees behind him and went to work.

The butthole was still clean from my earlier efforts so at least there wasn't anything foul that would screw up the tasty dinner that Oscar and Mr. Jarkot were now shuttling to the table, completely ignoring the fact that I was busy licking away at Matt's poop chute.  "Uh, uh, o man that's nice" Matt was chanting, much more vocal than he had been before.  "Here, let me have a go" I heard Oscar demand as he pulled my face from Matt's gyrating butt and pulled it to his erect peepee.  "What the fuck? I was almost there you shithead" Matt cried out.

Great.  Here I was, naked, on my knees between two equally naked brothers who were now fighting over whether I should be licking a poop hole or sucking a peepee.  Mr. Jarkot settled the matter when he barked out "Enough, you're not going to fight over the slut".  The slut? I thought to myself.  "Matt you had a go, it's time for you to share.  Besides, the slut needs some butter for his corn and potato" Mr. Jarkot said.  "Yeah" I thought to myself as I put my mouth on Oscar's stiff peepee "go get me some butter Matt, you little butt freak".  I smiled around the peepee that was now sliding in and out of my mouth at the thought of Matt having to do something for me instead of the other way around.

Dinner smelled great and I was starving so I worked my mouth really good, hoping to get Oscar off quickly so I could eat.  The suckling and slurping noises were pretty loud as I worked harder and harder, sliding up and down, waiting for my mouthful of "cum".  I could tell Oscar was getting close.  His hands were running through my hair and his legs were starting to tremble a little.  Out of the corner of my eye I could see Matt was standing right next to us, fisting his own peepee with as much vigor as my mouth was working on Oscar.  "Oh. Oh, oh, I'm there" Oscar chanted, right before he pulled himself from my mouth.

"What the heck" I thought as he reached down, grabbed his peepee and began yanking on it, just like  Matt was doing.  I was dumbfounded.  Why in the world would they want...and then I saw Mr. Jarkot extend his hand, the hand that was holding MY plateful of dinner, to directly under Oscar's peepee, which began quaking squirts of "cum" directly onto my food.  Almost immediately after the first volley's started, Matt joined in, laughing as his spurts of "cum" splashed across those of his brother.  "There's your butter" they shouted out.  I wanted to cry, but refused to.

During dinner, Mr. Jarkot insisted that I "eat everything".  "I wouldn't want my hard work cooking dinner go to waste, especially after the boys were nice enough to season it for you" he said, much to the delight of the boys, who were wolfing down their "unseasoned" meal.  As I ate, I really wasn't very concerned, at least after the initial shock of watching my food get doused with "cum".  After all if it hadn't been squirted onto my plate, it would have surely ended up in my mouth anyway.  Since it was mostly tasteless, the only real issue was the psychological aspect of seeing the watery "cum" clinging to my food as I ate it.  It was more embarrassing than anything else and each time one of the boys made a funny face or crude comment as I took a bite, I only hated them a little more.

After dinner it was decided that doing the dishes was "women's work".  Since I was the closest thing to a "woman" in the house, I won the prize.  It wasn't too bad, at least it gave me a few minutes alone, although about halfway through washing the dishes, Oscar popped into the kitchen.  I was standing at the sink when I felt him come up behind me, grabbing me with one hand on the shoulder while his other hand guided his stiff peepee in between my buttcheeks.  I was just about to ask if he wanted me to get him wet, when he apparently found his target and pushed.

Aided by the residual "cum" that I hadn't been able to clean out earlier and which was still leaking slightly from my hole, he was able to slide about half his peepee right into me.  "Ummph" I cried out, more startled than anything else.  "Hold still" he ordered as he pulled partway out and then slammed back inside.  "Oh, ow" I cried out as I grabbed the countertop and held on.  The brutal force of the push, combined with the sensitivity in my butt from having already been twice visited already today, made for a much more painful intrusion than what I had experienced earlier.

I could feel tears welling up in my eyes as I stood there, just slightly hunched over, as Oscar started pumping himself in and out.  The very little leftover "cum" in my butt wasn't providing very well as a lubricant and my butthole was starting to sting as Oscars peepee slid back and forth across the sensitive flesh.  Holding tight on my slim hips, Oscar was half thrusting, half pulling me back to meet each thrust.  He seemed determined to reach maximum depth with each pump, and instead of the steady "slap, slap" we had in the bedroom, this was more of a thrust-pull, hold and gyrate the hips, then back out again.  Needless to say, it was taking him much longer to finish off and quickly became quite uncomfortable for me as he continued.

Oscar wasn't saying much, just a grunt with each thrust.  He seemed to be concentrating instead on his maximum depth efforts. It went on so long though that I started to get a cramp in my upper right leg muscle.  It was quite painful and, being held tightly by the hips, there wasn't much I could do except try and twist my leg a little to relieve the pressure, which I did.  Well, that apparently was my lucky break because when my leg shifted, it forced the muscle in my butt to clamp down on the foreign intruder, Oscar's peepee.  That extra grip apparently tripped him over the edge (I actually made a mental note of the usefulness of that technique for future situations) and he cried out and grabbed my hips even harder.

The spurts in my butthole that followed were actually a welcome relief.  Not just because it signaled the end of this event, but because, as Oscar continued his thrusts, it provided a refreshing, much needed moisture to my butthole skin, easing the wicked burning sensation back there.  When he finished and ejected himself from me, I fell, literally onto the floor, my leg cramp still aching.  Oscar, his peepee still wet and shiny, slick with "cum" stood over me laughing.  "I guess I fucked your legs out from under you" he said, grabbing my head and directing it to his groin for a clean up.  And as I sat there, rubbing my leg and sucking the leftover "cum", extra-flavored by having been in my butt, I told myself that I didn't care if I did end up with a baby, I wasn't getting rid of the juice in my butt anymore.  It was the only lubrication I had and the pain of the semi-dry "buttfuck" without it wasn't worth it.

After Oscar left, and my leg cramp finally worked itself out, I finished the dinner dishes, still a little sore in my bottom, but clenching myself back there, trying to keep anything from leaking out.  The sheer volume made this very difficult and a couple times I had to use a napkin to wipe the excess seepage from my inner buttcheeks and upper leg area.  When I finished, I walked to the living room, where Mr. Jarkot and the boys were playing cards.

"How's your legs?" Oscar asked, giggling.  This in turn caused Matt to start laughing and Mr. Jarkot even chuckled a bit before addressing us.  "OK" he said, "There is one more quick movie for tonight and then you will have the rest of the evening and tonight to practice some of the things that you learned about today.  Then tomorrow, we will have a couple interesting movies in the morning after breakfast and then the rest of the day you guys can get your fill, because Bryce will be leaving in the afternoon".  With that, he went to the tv and popped in another movie.

"This one is called `Oral Massage'" Mr. Jarkot explained.  "It is a little different than the other movies because it is not as sexual.  I figured it would give the slut something to do in between his sucking and getting fucked, and at the same time, give you boys a little something to relax you".  As he finished his sentence, the movie started flickering on the screen.  It was an odd movie because it showed a young oriental man using his mouth to give a massage to another young man, also of Asian decent.  The "massager" licked the other man's ears, neck, underarms, all the way down his chest, and then started again on the man's feet and legs before arriving at the groin.  

Noisy slurping sounds filled the room as the man continued on his mission, orally massaging the man's thighs and ballsack, then his buttcheeks and butthole, and finally giving the man a suck job, for which he was rewarded with a mouthful of the man's "cum".  And while I wasn't particularly excited about performing an "oral massage" on either of the twins, I was intrigued by the thought of maybe doing something like that with Adam someday.  

As the movie finished, Mr. Jarkot reiterated his earlier comments.  "As I said, this is something you might want to try as you are recharging yourself, in between fuckings".  With that, he headed for his bedroom and left the three of us on our own.  Matt jumped up from the couch, looked at me and said "Let's go in the bedroom slut, I want my asshole licked again".  He turned and walked into the room and I dutifully followed.

"Lay down on the bed" he instructed once we were inside.  I got up on the bed, a little confused.  I wasn't sure at this point if he wanted me to lick his butthole or if he was going to buttfuck me.  He cleared things up by saying "lay down on your back, put your head up by the pillow".  After positioning myself on the bed, he climbed on, turned so that he was facing my feet, and swung his leg over my head.  "Oh", I thought, "He is going to sit on my mouth", which is exactly what he did.  

As his bottom fell towards my face, I pulled my hands up to grab his buttcheeks, which I slowly parted as they continued their dissent towards my mouth.  As soon as I opened them, I realized something was different.  Apparently Matt had taken a crap since dinner and had not wiped himself because the clean, pink region of flesh now was again streaked with traces of poop, a lot more so than when I first licked him.  And while it was far from the clumps of crap that Devin had, it was sufficient in quantity for me to realize two things.  First, it smelled a heck of a lot more like butt than before.  Second, if I hadn't gotten a "good" taste of poop last time, I sure was going to this time.

With that, he plopped his butthole right on my mouth and started wiggling his hips.  To say I was a little grossed out at this unexpected visitor on my mouth would be a true understatement.  In fact, I was so grossed out, I froze.  The wiggling of Matt's hips was causing the poop smears to get all over my lips and, being as close to my nose as it was, the smell was overwhelming.  "Lick it fucker" he barked.  I couldn't.  "I said lick it, now" he repeated, pushing his butt so hard against my face that I actually was having a hard time breathing.

"Keep calm" I told myself, realizing that I either had to lick or suffocate.  Using my hands, which were still pulling the buttcheeks apart, as leverage, I managed to push Matt up just enough that I could get my tongue out and start lapping at the foul butthole.  The bitter flavors I had experienced before were much stronger now, and it took much longer to work my way through them, even causing me to gag a few times.  But in relatively short order, I had managed to get the nastiness cleaned away, swallowed down with my saliva.  When he was "clean", and my frantic tongue swipes started to die down, I started longer, strokes from the bottom of Matt's ballsack, up and across his hole to the top of the buttcheeks and then back down again.  I wasn't sure if he wanted me to stick my tongue inside the hole like before or not and, fearful of what might be lying just inside there, I wasn't in any hurry to find out.  

Matt solved my dilemma by lifting his hips just a little and, shifting himself back so that his balls were dangling just over my mouth, said "suck them".  As I took them into my mouth, he brought his hips down.  The result was that not only did I have his ballsack in my mouth, but the crease of his buttcheeks were now resting right on my nose.  In fact, my nose was right up against his butthole.  Thankfully, my licking had taken away most of the odor.  

After sucking his ballsack for less than a minute, I felt Matt's lower body start to stiffen.  It seemed as if he was close to orgasm, but then I heard him giggle.  Just as he started to laugh, there was a rush of smelly wind forced right up into my nostrils, accompanied by the loud sound of a fart.  The jerk had farted, right on my nose, and it stunk.  He was so consumed by laughter that he actually rolled off my face and fell on the floor before running out to tell his brother.  Stupid jerk.

The rest of the evening, after I was able to get the stench of Matt's butt out of my nostrils, was mostly about me getting a mouth or butt full of "cum" depending on the pleasure of Oscar and Matt.  They did try out a little of the "oral massage" a couple times in between their trips into my mouth or backside, but because they were both pretty quick "recharging", they didn't need a whole lot to get them ready.  Since both boys were relatively clean, the worst part of the "oral massage" was that my mouth would dry out so much when I was licking them.  After my first attempt, which consisted of sucking and licking Matt's feet while he sat watching tv, I kept a glass of water nearby afterwards to have something to keep my mouth wet.  

Matt's feet, the bottoms somewhat dirty from the fact that he had been walking around the house barefoot all day, didn't taste or smell too bad and once the dirt taste from the bottom was licked away, it wasn't much different than sucking on a finger.  In fact, it was actually not a bad way to kill some time (considering the alternative) and I had worked my way through both feet, just finishing between the last two toes on the second one when he grabbed onto my hair during a commercial and drug my face to his lap.  "Hurry up before the movie comes back on" he demanded, pushing his stiffness into my mouth and pushing my face down flush with his groin.  He held me there, not bothering to allow me to slide up and down, and squirted his "cum" very quickly, which I immediately swallowed.  Yanking me up by the hair, he sneered and said "I'm finished....for now" and turned back to the movie.

Oscar called me from the bedroom.  He was laying full on the bed, his legs spread and his peepee stiff.  His pleasure was to have me lick the insides of his legs, from the knees up to the inside of his groin and underneath his ballsack.  When I had finished both sides, he pulled his legs up and motioned to his butthole.  Unlike his brother's, Oscars was still clean from my earlier work there and I leaned down and began lapping at the tight hole.  Not unlike his brother, Oscar decided this would be a good time for some fun and, just as my mouth was sealed around his ring, he grunted and forced a fart out, right into my mouth.  

Now it was his turn to laugh as I rolled over, spitting and sputtering, trying to keep myself from throwing up from the foul taste lingering in my mouth.  Far from being resentful for his disgusting actions, Oscar instead just turned me back on my stomach, slid a pillow under my midsection and roughly mounted me from behind.  Within seconds he had achieved full penetration and was quickly "slap, slap, slapping" against my backside, still occasionally giggling between his grunts in my ear.  It didn't take long for him to finish up and, rolling over so I could clean him off (still no poop on the peepee) he brought himself into a fit of laughter again when he said "I'll bet you have bad breath now, huh slut?" 

While they were "recharging", I was made to lick Matt's underarms (a little salty, from sweat I assumed) Oscar's feet (his smelled a bit more than Matt's had but they still weren't too bad) and the inside of Matt's ears (I'm not really sure why but it excited him something fierce) each time followed by another visit to my mouth with a stiff peepee.  Of course each trip to my mouth took longer and longer for them to "cum" (except for the time I licked Matt's ears.  As I said before, it excited him a lot and he had barely pulled my face to his groin before he was firing his runny squirts) and so by the end of the night, not only was I exhausted, my mouth muscles were aching.

When they finally decided that it was time for bed, I realized that these were only two bedrooms in the cabin.  Mr. Jarkot was asleep in his bed and there was only one bed in the boy's room, and although it was pretty big, I didn't think I was going to be welcome there.  Wrong again.  Just as I had stretched out on the couch, content to be alone, I heard Matt calling out to me.  Figuring he wanted one more suck job, I walked to the bedroom.  Oscar was already under the covers asleep.  Matt was laying face down on top of the bedsheet, a pillow propped under his midsection, slightly elevating his butt.  

"Get between my legs and start munching my shithole slut" he ordered.  I dragged my weary self over to the bed, climbed on and positioned myself behind him.  I was too tired to even open his buttcheeks and instead just laid my face down between them and began licking.  "Don't stop or you'll get another fart in your nose slut fuck" he said.  And so I didn't stop. I munched and licked his butthole for what seemed like an hour, fantasizing, in my mind and in the dark room, that it was little Adam I was licking, not this jerk boy who had treated me so badly.  And when I was finally fully convinced that he had dozed off, I rolled over, got on the floor and fell asleep myself. 

End of part 7.
To be continued.
