
This story contains sexual exchanges and activities, mostly semi-nc/reluctant and
a lot of it incestuous, between adults and an under-aged teenager or between 
teenagers, involving elements of punishment/torture, bondage, domination/submission, 
humiliation, exhibitionism, and lots of hard hot sex with multiple partners. If you 
can't bear to read such stuff or if it's illegal for you to do so, please stop 
reading right here. Otherwise, enjoy!

This story is about 14-year-old Jimmy who lives alone with his step-father Harry, a 
big, bearish, boy-loving bisexual in his 40's. For some reason, Jimmy seems to bring
out the worst in his old man, and as time goes on, Harry finds more and more
perverted ways in which to use and abuse his step-son, even bringing in his other 
boy-loving friends, Jimmy's own school-mates and teachers, the school janitor, and 
pretty much anyone else he can think of into the picture. Unlike my other stories,
this one is told from the points-of-view of both Jimmy and Harry.

Comments and suggestions welcome at: sub_casey@yahoo.com.



Jimmy - Part 6: Sunday Morning
(M/t, anal, nc/reluc, inc, piss)

by Casey



I woke up on Sunday morning curled up on my side with my step-dad's heavy, hairy
arm slung over my naked body. Even in sleep, Harry's loose embrace had that sense of
possessiveness over me. His big burly form dwarfed my small, lithe body and his arm
trapped me effortlessly under its bulk. The very thought of his power over me was
enough to weaken my limbs and make me think twice about wriggling away from under
his grasp.

Feeling that big muscular arm draped over my shoulder, trapping my own arm and
pushing me down onto the bed evoked images of how he used me last night, how easily
he subdued me with his awesome strength as he made use of my body in whatever way
he saw fit. And before that, Rob and Virgil and Sam as they had their way with me,
passing me between themselves as if I was a rag doll. And how, despite my useless
struggles and whimpers of protest, the power and the depravity of their relentless
thrusts inside me would make me shoot my own fresh boycum again and again in clear
mockery of my objections.

The memories made me suddenly aware of a dull throbbing between my legs. My asslips
felt tight and swollen. In fact, various other parts of my body didn't feel that
much better off. In the throes of their passion, the men often paid little attention
as to how hard they were gripping me or how roughly they were twisting me or folding
up my limbs in order to maximize their pleasure. As a result, I now had sore muscles
all over me, in my shoulders, my upper arms, my waist and thighs. Yet, somehow, the
persistent ache throughout my body gave me a sort of quiet, twisted satisfaction, as
if at a job well done.

Harry'd always maintained that I'd brought it all on myself. Every passing day only
convinced me more and more that he was right.

I still wondered sometimes how it'd be like to live like the other kids, to live a
normal life, to come back from school and play video games or go skateboarding in
the park instead of being subjected to constant sex. Lately, however, I'd noticed 
that my ponderings had become more wistful, as if I'd accepted that such a life was 
now permanently beyond my reach. Deep inside, I now knew that I'd never be anything
other than my step-father's sex slave. 

A year ago, I wasn't even sure if I really liked boys more than girls, but once
Harry got to me it was too late to make a choice. Now, my body had been completely
conditioned to crave sex with men more than anything. Where other boys fantasized
about their female classmates' boobs, all I could think of was cock. A part of me 
hated what I'd become, but I was powerless to resist it. I hated being a fucktoy for
men, but at the same time I wanted men to use me, to spend their wanton lusts on me.
I wanted them to treat me like a sex-crazed, shameless whore.

"You were born to serve men," Harry would tell me every time he watched my eyes
glaze over with lust. "You wouldn't have grown up normal even if you tried. All I
did when I put those faggot magazines in your bag was speed things up a little. It
didn't make sense to wait until you realize it on your own, by which time you may
already be 17 or 18. Boysluts should be enjoyed while they're still young, while
they have their best years ahead of them. And I can tell you that a 14-year-old 
boy's pussy beats a 20-year-old man's every time. And you should enjoy it while it
lasts, too, boy. By the time you're 20, all you'll be good for is to be pimped out 
on the streets to men who don't mind fucking a loose, stretched out hole."

I shut my eyes at the picture of a wide gaping hole between my legs that would never
close despite everything I did and moved to pry myself out from under Harry's arm.
It was heavy and it took most of my strength to hold it up as I tried to wriggle
myself forward slowly on the bed. All I wanted to do at that moment was huddle under
a warm shower and rub the ache away from my abused hole. I almost made it and was
gently lowering Harry's arm onto the sheets when it twisted and I found my thin
wrist trapped in his vice-like grip instead.

"Going somewhere, love?" My step-father's voice drawled behind me.

I froze. "Uhh.. I need to pee, Sir," I stammered.

"And make me wait for my morning fuck? I don't think so."

Harry pulled my arm over my head and transfered my wrist into his other hand. Then
he did the same with my other arm, easily rendering me helpless in a single stroke.
As I continued to try to wriggle away, my head shaking dumbly in protest, Harry
wrapped his big hairy forearm around my waist and effortlessly pulled my slim naked 
body flush to his. I gasped as I felt his formerly slumbering cock stirring against
my flesh, nudging me in the cleft between my thighs.

"Please, Dad," I begged softly. "I don't think I can take any more."

Harry huffed behind me. He ran his fingers all over my torso, pausing at each of my 
nipples only to grab a handful of my breast flesh and tit and give them a painful 
twist. "You see all this?" He asked me. "It's all mine. And I decide how much it 
will take, not you." As he said that, he lifted my left knee and slid his hardening 
cock onto the inner flesh of my right thigh. Then he lowered my left leg again. His 
mantool was now trapped between the soft-firm muscles of my thighs, the thick, 
bulging proboscis expanding and lengthening steadily in the lithe grip of my legs.

My step-dad fucked his growing phallus leisurely between my slender thighs for a 
while, letting the friction entice it to its full hardness. After a time, I stole a 
glance downward to see his angry cockhead poking and disappearing repeatedly between
my pale tender flesh, and then averted my gaze from the lewd spectacle.

"Every single part of your body," Harry's previous words echoed in my skull, "is
made for a man's pleasure. It's what you are. I'll show it to you, one by one."

Harry lifted my left leg again but this time pulled my knee all the way up until it
came near my chest. "Hold it there," he ordered as he released my left hand.

I obeyed and then found his fingers nudging at my lips. I opened my mouth and let
his fingers slip in before wetting them with my tongue. I'd just woken up and my
mouth was a bit dry but I strove to produce as much saliva as possible to coat his 
digits. I knew what was coming.

Harry removed his fingers and I waited to feel them down there, but he didn't push
his fingers into me as I expected. He must have rubbed the saliva onto the head of
his cock instead. Then I felt him moving his manhood, positioning the nine-inch-
plus boy ravager at my hole. I gritted my teeth as he tensed up for a shove.

His first thrust was quick enough to sink the entire head of his cock into me and
render my grunt of protest immaterial. The sudden entry caused a sharp pain that
caused me to screw my eyes shut and throw my head back. The pain didn't subside.
Instead, as the monster started to burrow its way deeper into me, the soreness in my
swollen asslips - or cuntlips as Harry would've called them - began to intensify,
sending additional jolts of fire up my spine at every milimeter. Harry paid no heed
to my muffled gasps as he continued to drive his huge member into me, his bulk
hunkering down behind me as he force-fed his raging manhood up my tortured anus.

I began to squirm and moan as the thick phallus opened me up more and more, pushing
inexorably at my sensitive anal walls to make room for its gigantic girth. Harry
slipped one arm under my uplifted knee and used it to clamp my twitching body still.
With my my left arm trapped under his and the other held immobile above my head, 
there was nothing I could do to resist the invasion. Once again, my step-dad showed 
how easily he could overpower me, how easily he could bend my body to his will.

With nothing else to do, I willed my relatively dry hole to relax and accept the
rape. I unclenched my sore sphincters forcefully, pretending that I was taking a
shit. My eyes rolled in their sockets as my ass muscles convulsed and allowed the
two thickest inches of my step-dad's cock to sink in. I feigned voiding my guts
again - moaning helplessly as I did so - and another two inches of thick, steel-
hard prick slid into me. I hated surrendering myself to a man's desires like so,
but in the end it was much less painful than fighting all the way.

By then, my rectal lining must have secreted some juice to ease my suffering and
more of Harry's dick slipped in without me having to loosen my bowels. The feeling
as inch after inch of hot virile mancock tunneled into my boycunt was indescribable.

Harry chuckled at the long low moan that escaped me as his member sank to the roots.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" He whispered into my ear. "And you hate how good it feels
no matter how torn up you think your cunt is."

I clamped my mouth shut as if in denial but he just chuckled again before starting
to nibble on my neck and ear, stabbing his tongue deep into the latter as he
grinded his cock into me without actually moving it in or out. He kept it up for a 
few minutes, just letting his tool bask quietly in the warmth of my guts. As he
smothered my jaw and neck with lovebites, the hand holding up my left leg strayed
to my nipples to twist and pull at them, one after the other, eliciting fresh new
moans from me.

Then Harry withdrew slowly, and the sensation as that huge log of a cock pulled out
was even more indescribable. All of my fingers and toes curled up in ecstacy as my
asslips clutched and grappled at the immense, out-sliding fuckstick. It was like he
was pulling out the core of my being. I wanted the sensation to go on forever.

For about ten minutes, Harry long-dicked me, turning me into a twitching, moaning
pile of abused boyflesh. He'd pull his cock almost all the way out, and then slide
it back in again just as slowly. Both movements drove me nuts, made me want to
escape him and take more of him at the same time. I let go of my leg and tried to
push him away, my hand grappling with his thick hard abdomen. He ignored my pitiful
struggle and grabbed hold of my leg under the knee to keep it out of the way.

"No, Daddy, please stop.." I pleaded to him as my hole spasmed uncontrollably
around his spearing girth. My cock had long since grown hard and now I could feel
the initial churnings in my guts.

"Damn it, boy," Harry grunted behind me. "You've such a hungry cunt. Can't stick a
cock up you for a few minutes without having you shoot all over the place."

My step-dad paused to let me come down from the impending high. After several
moments, my hole stopped twitching wildly and I felt the gathering orgasm subside,
although not completely. Harry shifted me about until my face was pressed into my
pillow, my left knee still pressed up against my ribs. He gathered both my arms and
twisted them so that both of my hands were trapped behind my back against his body.
Then, he pressed my shoulders and neck into the bed with one hand and began to fuck
me with short fast jabs.

I felt like a rabbit being bred out in a meadow somewhere. Harry's hips slammed
into mine repeatedly like a piston, making my small body bounce about on the bed.
The bed itself groaned and creaked ghastily under the assault, and its headboard
banged continually against the wall. I tried to get away but my hands were trapped
and my body was held too securely in place by Harry's arm on my neck and under my
knee. All I could do was moan raggedly and unevenly in protest.

Within minutes I could feel my balls churning again. The assault on my asslips and
my prostate was unbearable. The sheer pumping of my step-dad's cock inside me was
going to make me nut again. I was going to cum without even touching myself, just
because a man was fucking me, because he was raping my ass with his cock. It was
one of the reasons why they called it a cunt, I knew. Only a girl would cum when a
guy was fucking her hole.

Just as I was about to resign myself to cumming, Harry stopped fucking me and held
himself still. I gasped as I hovered in that delicious moment of uncertainty, and
then I heaved against him, forcing my boypussy to move against my step-father's 
cock, desperate for him to fuck me again, desperate for release. Harry'd expected
this, and his hold across my shoulders and around my thigh and torso hardened, his
muscles clenching powerfully to hold me completely still. No matter how hard I
tried, I couldn't move a muscle. I couldn't even move enough to rub my straining
cock against the bed sheets.

"No..." I moaned in utter despair and began to sob. I still have no idea whether it
was because of the frustration of my orgasm being denied or because of my shame at
finally wanting to cum while being mercilessly fucked by my own step-father, but I
cried and sniffled until the sheets were wet with my tears and snot. Harry held me
still all the while.

After about five minutes, my sobbing subsided. I could feel that my body was more
relaxed, although my cock was as hard as ever. Harry's muscles unclenched and I
stayed limp as he moved my body about. He sat up on his knees and drew me up with
him until I was leaning back into his broad, muscular chest. His cock never left me.

"Put your arms around my neck," he ordered.

I obeyed and brought my arms above and behind me and twined my fingers around his
thick neck. Harry moved us to the edge of the bed and, just as he stepped onto the
floor, slipped his arms under my knees so that he could hold me in the air. I let
myself melt into him as he stood there, a big, tanned, hairy 6'2" bear of a man with 
a slim, milk-skinned 4'9" 14-year-old hanging suspended in the air with his hands
under my thighs and keeping them apart.

In that way, Harry walked us to the bathroom. I couldn't stop myself from moaning
as his cock, still buried as it was inside me, slid in and out slightly in tandem
with his steps.

He paused in front of the sink and turned so that we were facing the large mirror.
A glazed-eyed boy stared back at me, his lithe body in lewd display, his legs folded
at the knees on either side of him and held far apart by big strong hands. I could
see the awesome root of the huge cock buried inside him, and the full heavy balls
beneath dwarfing the boy's own.

Harry bounced me once in the air, letting me see how his powerful manhood slide a
couple inches out from and back into my quivering hole. I moaned and tried to bring
my thighs together, but my step-dad's grip easily held them apart, forcing me to 
look at my shame. He bounced me once more. I groaned and my cock twitched. Fuck, I 
thought. That simple action was enough to goad me closer to orgasm again.

As my moan trailed away, Harry turned us away from the mirror and brought us to the
toilet. He bent and slowly lowered me to the floor. My legs trembled as they took
my weight. Harry had to stay bent somewhat behind me as he made sure that his cock
remained in my boycunt. It felt so hard and pulsed like a second heart inside me.

"Brace your hands on the wall and lean over the seat," Harry told me.

I moved shakingly to obey him and he moved with me, placing his legs on either side
of mine so that his cock didn't pop out. His hands grabbed hold of my slim hips.

I looked down at the toilet bowl in confusion.

"Well? You said you needed to pee? Pee away, then."

My jaw dropped in disbelief.

"As you pee, I'm gonna fuck you so hard until I cum. But, *you* will not cum. You 
will only pee."

The once dried up tears began to run down my cheeks again. My body went weak with
despair as I quailed at the thought of attempting such an impossible task.

"This will be your only chance for the day," Harry told me as he pulled his cock
almost all the way out, sending me to my tiptoes. "If you don't pee now, you'll have
to wait until tonight, or maybe even tomorrow."

Oh God. The idea of holding in my piss for the whole day was unthinkable.

"You have until I cum to finish pissing," my step-father said, and rammed his 
engorged manhood all the way inside me.

My own cock stiffened at the assault but I banished all thoughts of lust from my
mind. I gritted my teeth and concentrated on forcing the piss out of my bladder.
Harry withdrew and rammed in again to devastating effect. He tightened his grip on 
my small waist and began to really fuck me. He fucked me so hard that I felt like I
was going to break apart completely, reduced to a mangled wreck of shapeless,
quivering flesh. It was the sort of fuck that would usually leave me shooting my
own boyspunk in seconds.

I thought that I'd never make it. It seemed like the hardest thing I've ever had to
do in my life. Within moments, I was completely bawling and working all of the 
muscles in my body, doing everything I could to force myself to pee. The churning in
my balls swarmed all over my brain, drowning my senses with the need to cum. But a
small part of me resisted and resisted until nothing else existed but the struggle
to overcome orgasm. For a time, I was at an impasse, a single, endless moment of
excruciating torment in which I hung over the abyss by a single thread.

Through the fog in my mind, I became aware that Harry was speeding up. He was
getting close. Desperation drove me nuts.

I let out a long deep growl, my limbs stiffening, my gripping, clenching anus
clutching at my step-dad's cock with inhuman strength. I screamed, then, a loud
tearing sound. And then I began to piss.

It shot out like a torrent, drenching both the toilet bowl and the floor in equal
measure. With Harry still pumping away into my chute, I could do nothing to prevent
the hot yellow urine from flying all over the place. At some point, I became dimly
aware of Harry tightening his grip on my waist and grinding his cock in me to the
root as faint splashes of warmth bathed my insides. Harry cummed and continued
cumming inside me until my own piss subsided to a sputtering dribble.

I looked down, panting heavily, and saw that I was still hard. Of course. I hadn't
cummed. I'd merely pissed. I could hardly believe it.

Harry withdrew, his tool making a wet plop as it exited me. He took my trembling
arms and pulled them and me back away from the wall. As my legs gave way, Harry
lowered me slowly to the floor until I was kneeling before the toilet bowl, my chest
heaving. I was faintly aware that my right knee rested in a small puddle of urine. 
The whole toilet seat and parts of the flush tank was covered with piss.

"My, my," Harry murmured above me. "Looks like you made a mess, boy."

I barely heard him, but a small finger of dread began to worm into me. Oh, no.

"You'd better clean that up, bitch," my step-father said. "A grown-up boy making 
such a mess. Can't let that go unpunished."

"Now, I want you to lick all that up. That's right, use your tongue, and lap up all 
that piss. Swallow every drop, boy. I want it spick-and-span, good as new, when
you're done."

More tears, silent now, coursed down my cheeks.

"Move it, boy," my step-father urged me. "We're going out for breakfast in ten
minutes and if you're not done by then, I don't care if I have to drag you out to
the car covered in piss. Lick up all that mess, and NO TOUCHING YOURSELF!"

My body jerked in a silent sob and I leaned forward, bracing my hands on the sides
of the toilet bowl. Then, I lowered my head and began to lick all along the length
of the plastic seat, my little cock hard and throbbing under me, unattended. I was
barely even aware that my step-father's cum had begun to dribble out slowly from my
fresh-fucked hole.
