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 5

The next few weeks, leading up to another summer break from school, were relatively calm.  Devin was taking me up on our "deal" at least once a day during the week and multiple times on the weekend.  Unlike my ordeal with Bobby, once Devin squirted his "baby juice" and I swallowed it down, he was usually sated for a few hours before he was demanding another trip into my mouth.  Whereas Bobby would usually have kept my face buried between his legs between suckings, licking his ballsack, thighs and the rest of his groin, Devin only asked for that a few times.  Most other times we would finish the sucking and swallowing, then play and do other, normal boy things.

One afternoon though, shortly after I had finished him off, Devin asked me to lick his butthole.  This took me a bit by surprise so I asked him what he meant.  He informed me that Adam had apparently divulged that I had licked his butt (and although I never had told him not to, I was a little peeved by his indiscretion.  I guess I wasn't thinking that a kid who had just had his fifth birthday wouldn't have known that was a secret) and since I had done it for Adam, would I do it for him.  Well I really didn't want to go into the whole story about WHY I had done that to Adam, which would have been my explanation as to why I absolutely didn't want to do that to Devin.  That and the fact that I knew Devin had a dirty butt.  A really dirty butt.  Heck he would take a crap outside and never even wipe himself, just as natural as could be.  Plus, when I was licking his balls on those rare occasions, the odors of his butt wafting into my nostrils were a constant reminder to me of his lack of attentiveness back there.

So, when I politely declined, I was hoping Devin would just drop the subject and be done.  He didn't.  Instead he started begging me to give it a try, "just once" and promised that if I did, he would give my peepee a really good sucking.  Before I could even respond, Devin had dropped his shorts and jumped up, facedown on my bed.  Raising his hips, he grabbed his buttcheeks with both hands and spread them apart.  "Come on" he asked, "Just this once, then I'll do you real good".  

Walking over to the bed, I peered inside the deep well of his butt cheeks.  I immediately knew that there was no way that my mouth would be going into that cesspool.  I mean, come on. Devin was almost thirteen years old and his butthole was a mess.  Clumps of dried poop were caked all around his butthole, smears streaked across both cheeks and there wasn't a hint that this butt had seen a bathtub in days.  Just the thought that I was as close to that mess as I was when I was sucking him made me shiver a little.  "Sorry man, I can't do that" I muttered, walking from the bedroom.

I did see Adam a few times over those ensuing weeks.  Never during the week but sometimes on the weekends.  He would always break into a big smile and come running to me, throwing his arms around me in a big hug and giving me a kiss on the cheek.  He had just turned five, apparently the magical age in his family, and now was wearing shorts, not just underwear, when he came to visit.  I loved giving him a big hug back and holding his little body in my arms, squeezing extra hard as a sign of my affection.  I would then always carefully question him, making sure that Devin was keeping his end of our "deal".  Adam assured me that he was.  

On those occasions when we had a little privacy, I would sneak Adam's shorts down and give him a quick suck, hopelessly addicted to his cute little peepee and the delightful flavors of his dried urine residue.  After he would squeak out his boy orgasm, I would spin him around for an inspection of his butt hole.  The bluish purple bruises appeared to be fading, although he was still sporting a bit of a gap at the actual opening.  Before pulling his pants back up, I would take a quick sniff of him back there and run my tongue up and down the inside of his crack a few times, much to his (and my own) delight. Man I really liked this little kid.

So things were moving along quite nicely as school broke for the summer.  And after a particularly fun day at play, I sauntered back to my house, a fresh load of Devin's "baby juice" tucked away in my tummy.  When I arrived at the house, I found that dad was gone for the evening.  Heck, I didn't mind, at least I wouldn't have to work my mouth muscles again this evening!  I hopped into the tub and took a long bath, walked down the hall exhausted and flopped down on my bed naked, not even bothering to put on any underwear.  The coolness of the ceiling fan blowing over my backside was comforting and I quickly fell asleep.

When I woke up suddenly, I was started by the realization that something wet and slimy was pressing against my butthole.  The light from the hallway provided just enough illumination for me to see.  As I looked over at the nightstand, there laying on top was the second bottle of lotion that Devin had brought over two weeks before but had never used.  Well, it was in use now as evinced by the fact that half of it was missing and the cap was laying next to it.  I assumed that the missing lotion was now smeared over the probe that was pushing forcefully against my butthole.  Apparently dad had returned home, found my naked body sleeping on my bed and decided it was time for another trip inside my bottom.

"This is for your own good" he muttered into my ear as he pushed himself inside me.  My own good? I thought.  How in the world can this "ow, owww, owwwww" be for my own good?  "OOOWWW".  Pushing my face into the pillow to stifle my vocal displeasure, dad sunk his peepee in the rest of the way and then began the in and out thrusts with his hips.  Once the initial shock wore off, I realized that, although still incredibly painful, the burning sensation in my butt went away fairly quickly this time and so the discomfort wasn't nearly as bad as the first time he "butt fucked" me.  

That was a really good thing because dad lasted much longer this time.  I could smell alcohol on his breath as he panted in my ear.  His thrusting back and forth in my butt was a steady, even pace.  The repeated "slap, slap, slap" of his groin against my butt cheeks and the ragged grunts from his mouth that accompanied each thrust were the only sounds in the room as my whimpers slowly died down.  Dad kept at it for a good ten minutes and at this point I was feeling more pain from the sheer weight of his body laying against me than from the slippery prong pumping back and forth in my bottom.  

Just as I began to wonder how much longer this would go on, the speed of his thrusts began to increase.  The "slap, slap, slap" sounds started getting closer together and his grunts, "uh, uh, uh" were getting louder in my ear.  After another twenty or so pumps, he grunted real loud "UH, UH" and pushed really deep, held it a second or two, then pulled back and pushed full force into me.  "AH, Ah, ahhh, ah, ah" he moaned, jiggling his hips as he did so.  The warm wetness that I knew was his "cum" was once again spreading across my insides.  This time I didn't even care, I was just glad that it was over.

"Someday soon you'll thank me for opening you up" dad muttered as he pulled out, got up and walked out of my room. I lay there for a few minutes trying to think how or why I would ever thank him for using my butthole for him to get his sick, unnatural pleasure.  I then contemplated a trip down the hall to the bathroom to clean up but was really tired and my back and butt were aching.  Instead, I reached over to the nightstand, grabbed a few tissues and wiped then across my bottom, a halfhearted effort to clean the lotion and "cum".  Tossing the tissues on the floor, I drifted back off to sleep.

Morning arrived before I knew it and dad was shaking me awake.  "Get cleaned up" he ordered, "and come see me in the kitchen".  With that he left the room.  Shaking the sleep out of my eyes, I walked to the bathroom, turned on the shower and stepped inside.  There was "cum" running down the inside of my leg and my butthole felt like a sticky mess.  I cleaned myself really good, thankful that the pain seemed not as bad this time around.  Finishing up, I went to the bedroom and got some clothes on before heading to the kitchen.

Dad was finishing some toast and drinking his coffee so I grabbed some cereal and sat down.  I ate in silence for a few minutes before dad cleared his throat and spoke.  "Do you remember Mr. Jarkot?" he asked.  Mr. Jarkot, (it was actually pronounced jar-ko) how could anyone forget him?  He was the only person I knew who was shadier than my dad.  They had worked some money making schemes together in the past.  Apparently they had known each other from years before and although Mr. Jarkot lived a couple hours away, they would still hook up from time to time.  

Mr. Jarkot was an intimidating man.  He was tall, taller than my dad, and very muscular.  He kept his head shaved and rarely smiled.  When he got mad, he got REALLY mad and would slam his hands on the table and yell really loud.  I was always very intimidated by Mr. Jarkot and made myself scarce when he visited.  "Yes" I replied, "I remember him".  "And you remember his boys?" he continued.  His boys?  How could I forget them?  

Matt and Oscar.  The first twins I had ever met, although they really didn't look like twins.  Matt had blond hair and Oscar had dark brown.  They were a sharp contrast standing next to each other.  They were both good looking boys, but their good looks did not spill over to their personalities.  They were little terrors.  They had accompanied their father on a visit to our house one time and they were hell on legs.  They broke my stuff, bossed me around (they were two years older than me so I guess they felt they could) and were just a general pain in the butt.  The visit was just a few hours but it had seemed like days at the time.  "I remember them" I said, inwardly a little worried about where this conversation was going.  

"Well Mr. Jarkot and his boys are spending a few days in a cabin a few hours from here and they want you to join them.  Since you are out of school now, I figured that would be nice" dad announced.  Nice my butt, I thought to myself.  Spending a few hours with those kids had been torture, let alone a few days.  "Why me?" I asked, although somewhat afraid what the answer might be.  "I'm glad you asked that Bryce, it helps me get to the point" dad responded, starting to sound like the con man that he was.  "It seems that Mr. Jarkot's boys are getting to the age where they are getting curious about, um, sex stuff".  Oh crap, here we go.  "Mr. Jarkot and I were talking about it the other night and I mentioned that, with all your experience and all, that maybe you could show them a thing or two".  Bingo.  There it was.  Oh, it was sugar coated, but I knew right away what was coming.

"I'd rather not dad, I mean that's nice and all, but I'd rather just hang out here" I said meekly, with just a little glimmer of hope that there was some way to save myself.  "It'll be fun Bryce, hanging out in the woods, campfires and all" dad replied, still trying the con technique.  "Maybe next time if that's ok" I said, still hopeful.  Dad looked at me a few seconds before he responded, his voice raising.  "Well it's not ok.  I have a deal with Mr. Jarkot.  Hell, he already paid me so get in your room get some clothes together and get your ass back here in ten minutes".  

I was shocked.  All I could think about as I walked to my room was the words "he already paid me".  I kept repeating them over and over in my head.  "Paid?"  My father was "paid" to have me "show them a thing or two"?  He had rented me out to do sex stuff?  With those two little jerks?  How in the world did that happen.  Paid???  As I threw some clothes into a grocery bag, my mind was ablaze with escape.  I could run away, maybe stay at Devin's?  Or I could hide in the woods a few days until this thing blew over, maybe sneak food from the house during the day when dad wasn't there.  That certainly sounded reasonable and a heck of a lot better than being with those two.

Grabbing my stuff, I headed to the door.  Unfortunately, my delivery from this episode was thwarted by the presence of my father in the hallway.  "Let's go" he barked.  Defeated, I followed him to the car and climbed in.  We drove in literal silence the entire way there.   For two solid hours, not one peep was uttered. I knew by now that further protests were useless.  Heck my father was never going to give money back so I figured why waste the energy trying to convince him otherwise.  And to this day, I have no idea how much my father got for renting me out, but I do know that no amount of money could have been worth it.

We drove deep into a wooded area several towns from my home and arrived at a very secluded cabin just after lunch.  Mr. Jarkot met us as we pulled up.  Dad didn't even come in, just chatted with Mr. Jarkot in the driveway before telling me to "have fun" as he got into the car and drove away.  Clutching my bag, I followed Mr. Jarkot up the steps and into the front door.  Matt and Oscar were watching a movie on the TV and when we walked in, Matt looked over and asked his dad "Is he our slave?"  Slave? My father rented me out as a slave?  Mr. Jarkot chuckled as he said "Just hold your britches boy, me and Bryce got some talking to do" and he led me into a bedroom and closed the door.

As Mr. Jarkot sat on the bed, he motioned to a chair off to the side.  "Sit down" he instructed, "we need to talk".  I quietly took my seat as he continued.  "I'm not really sure what your daddy told you about what our deal was, so I will explain it nice and easy.  You see, my boys are curious, just like most boys, about sex stuff.  Now me and their mama don't hide nothing from them, they've seen us doing all kinds of fuckin and suckin, but they aint never had a chance to try any of that out themselves.  They been askin lots of questions lately though and I'm kinda concerned they might try doin something with each other.  I can't have no son turning into a fag (a word I had heard before but wasn't entirely sure of the meaning) sucking on another boys cock or getting his butt screwed (cock, I knew.  Screwed was reminiscent of Adam's comment to Devin so I was pretty sure I knew what that was too) you with me so far?"  

When I didn't reply, I guess he figured we were on the same wavelength, because he continued on, saying "Now I mentioned to your daddy this little situation and guess what?  He told me that you were already pretty good at that fag stuff.  Apparently you could suck the chrome off a bumper huh?"  I silently cursed my father.  Without waiting for a reply, he went on.  "Now I figured that would work out pretty good.  My boys would get some education, get their questions answered, and your daddy could make a little money at the same time.  So here's the way it works.  First all, I brought a few videos along to help with the process.  We'll start out watching the video, to give the boys a general idea what is gonna happen.  Afterwards, you can act out the video with each one of them.  Of course you will have to play the girl part".

With that said, he stared at me, a stern look on his face before he started up again.  "Now I realize that my boys can be a little rambunctious (A little?) but this is a special treat for them.   I paid your daddy a lot of money and I expect that you won't give them, or me, any trouble while you are here.  I know what is in store for you and you probably won't like some of it, but I'll warn you, I expect obedience".  As he said this, his hand reached down and he unzipped his pants.  Opening the front, he slid his hand in and hauled out his own peepee.  It was partly stiff and appeared to me at least two inches longer than my dad's and about a third as much fatter around.  "Your dad tells me your not real keen on having a big cock stuffed up your ass.  If you refuse any of our requests, I'm gonna take this belt" he said shaking the thick brown strap of leather around his pants "and use it on your butt.  Then" he continued, "I will take this cock and stuff it right up inside you and pound you until your shit hole is torn in two.  Understand?"  I nodded.

"And another thing" he said, "I have owned this cabin for six years and know these woods like the back of my hands.  There is no way you could get away from here without me finding you so don't even think about trying to run away.  If you do, I will find you, and when I do, I will beat you to within an inch of your life before I dump your ass in the middle of nowhere and leave you to die.  Do we understand?"  What choice did I have? Dropping my head forward dejectedly, I whispered "Yes sir".  "Good" he said, smiling again.  "I have our first movie right here, let's go join the boys".

End of part 5.
To be continued.
