A Father's Replacement Chapter 5
By Lee Davey
Comments welcome at leedavey1000@gmail.com
copyright 2010 by Lee Davey, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 5
Jon followed the limping Jamie into a Spartan like bedroom, empty save for two single beds and two chests of drawers. The floor was covered by a plain carpet, brown stains of questionable origin were apparent when Jamie turned the bedrooms single bare bulb on, its dim light supplementing the equally dim light that made it through a small locked window. 
Jon made to close the door only then realising that it was of a stable door style. The top half having been removed completely meaning that the two teenage boys would never be able to enjoy any privacy.
Jamie limped to the bed, and carefully, laid down face first on the duvet. Seeing nowhere else to sit Jon sat on the other bed and looked in morbid curiosity at the bloodied and bruised buttocks of the 13 year old who lay opposite. Jon made a few desultory attempts to engage Jamie in conversation but Jamie turned his head away from the boy and studiously ignored him.
Sighing Jon slid back and stared at the wall trying to digest the events of today and tried to ignore the various minor bumps and bruises he already bore.
"That's my bed thank you."
Jon sat up and made to stand at Bradley's voice but sat back as Bradley waved him back down with a wan smile.
"How are you feeling Spudley?" Bradley asked looking over at his younger brother.
"How do you think I feel you arsehole" Jamie muttered back. "Careful do you want me to kick your butt?" Bradley warned a smile on his face belying his threat.
With a graceless slump Bradley sat down next to Jon, momentarily pausing to adjust his chastity tube, which had ridden up painfully.
For a few minutes there was silence in the room finally broken by Bradley.
"What happened then?" he asked Jon "Why is my mom planning on kicking your butt big time?"
Jon did not reply. Not because he was ashamed of what had happened between him and his own mother. Despite Donna's claims Jon had soon realised that he had been the one abused not his mom. He did not reply because he could not think if a reply that would not either paint him or his mom in a bad light, and despite the events of last night he could not bring himself to do that. 
"Lights out 5 minutes".
Donna's shout up the stairs broke the silence between Jon and Bradley as they looked at each other on the bed.
"O.K. don't tell me then. But trust me we'll all know what happened soon enough. Now you will have to share my bed tonight. You should have been sharing Jamie's bed, but I think after what he has gone through he needs some space."
Jon looked at Bradley who had slipped under the duvet and looked at the small radio alarm clock which had just changed to 7.00 p.m.
"But it's only 7. It's too early to go to bed surely" Jon argued.
"Are you a retard kid??" Bradley replied "You've seen what my mom does to anyone who crosses her!" he gestured with a flick of his head towards the shape of his younger brother who had also covered himself with a duvet.
"Look I have nothing against you Jon. So let me tell you how it works in this house. What mom says goes. She's..." Bradley paused carefully considering his words, "always been unstable. Ever since I can remember she's been tough. Around here bedtime is when Mom says so, sometimes it can be as early as 4 in the afternoon if she is in a bad mood or has some of her 'friends' over; sometimes she forgets about us completely. But whatever she says there is no arguing, period."
Bradley turned his face now inches from Jon. With a start Jon felt a metallic coldness brush his thigh before realising it was Bradley's chastity belt.
"Listen Jon I was 5 years' old and mom caught me stealing a cookie from the jar. I had asked for one and she said no it would ruin my dinner. Even so I thought better and tried to sneak one, unfortunately I got caught. Now I expected a spanking, fair enough. Every kid around here would have got a few slaps right?"
Jon nodded as he joined Bradley under the duvet. Only flinching slightly as his bare skin touched the older boy's skin.
"Sure Brad. My mom would have probably spanked me."
"Spanked, yeah." Bradley paused a moment as his mother's silhouette passed the open upper portion of the door checking that the three boys had obeyed her earlier command. He waited a few more minutes until certain she had gone for good before continuing. "But my mother doesn't deal in spankings. She beat me with a yard stick, and I mean beat. She just kept hitting and hitting, I bled from a dozen welts, thick bruises that took weeks to heal, shit Jon I was hurt so bad I couldn't even get out of bed for a week afterwards. She flipped kid. She was screaming at me calling me a thief, a piece of scum, and worse.
If my Dad hadn't been home and heard the noise, then I don't think I would still be here. You know what I mean don't you?"
Jon did, but he just could not believe it. Before today Donna had always seemed nice to him. She was always smiling and asking how he was when she had visited Jon's mother. Maybe she had a bit of a reputation as a strict mother, but she was a regular at church, helped out at school, she was just a regular mother Jon had thought. 
"Tell him about when she caught you playing with yourself Brad." Jamie's whisper just carried across the room.
"Yeah Right. Kid you know about wanking don't you?" Bradley asked Jon who blushed at the frank question.
"Err well yes a bit, but I don't really do it you know" Jamie stammered trying to ignore the fact that his small penis was now touching the skin of the 16 year old boy who lay next to him.
"Don't worry kid" Bradley reassured the boy with a grin "You are still young and everyone is different. Still when I was just a little bit older than you I started doing it regular like.
I had only been doing it for a few months, and only been actually cumming for a few weeks, you know actually spurting anything."
Jon shifted his thighs back a bit, aware that despite his wishes he felt his own little willy stiffening at this 'naughty' talk. Living with two girls he never really had much opportunity to talk about such matters with other boys. Except for a few chats with other classmates that is, and then even someone as inexperienced as Jon knew the other kids were making it up more often than not.
"Everyone was out for the day or so I thought." Brad continued discretely moving his legs back so as to bring his skin back against the hardening willy of Jon.
"There I was up here in bed one hand pumping away furiously eyes closed thinking about a girl I knew from school, and then... Mom burst in surprising me just as I was about to complete the deed so to speak."
Jon looked at Bradley in horrified pity, understanding from his own feelings yesterday how mortifying it must have been, to have been caught by his mother in such a situation.
"I thought she was going to kill me. She screamed in horror as she watched my hand move up and down and then my cum spewed out and splattered against my belly. There I was trying to cover my deflating stiffy, and wipe myself clean, and pray that the earth would somehow open up and save me from my mom's wrath. It didn't, I just lay there until my mom grabbed me and dragged me out of the bedroom. She dragged me to the stairs and then slapped me so hard my head rattled, and it knocked me back. That didn't stop mom she just back handed me again splitting my lip and threw me back causing me to fall down the stairs. After that everything was a little hazy, until 'IT' happened." Bradley said flatly suddenly stopping. 
"I can tell you what happened" Jamie continued looking over from his bed "I was downstairs at the time, Mom had only come back home to pick up some cheques she had meant to pay in to the bank. There I was a 6 year old boy and the first I knew anything was wrong was when I heard my mom scream, and then a few seconds later Brad came falling down the stairs, his head bouncing off the stairs as he rolled down until he came to a stop in a heap at the bottom of the stairs.
Then Mom came running down the stairs. Without a pause she kicked Brad so hard in his ribs I thought she was going for a field goal. She grabbed him and threw him on the kitchen table. Not the one downstairs, that's a new one" he advised before pausing to try to regain his train of thought.
"There I was 1 6 year old boy his older brother lying naked on the kitchen table, his mother running around the room screaming madly about 'self-abuse'. I don't mind admitting I wet myself in terror."
For a moment the room was silent. Jamie and Bradley stared at the ceiling lost in some half remembered nightmare. Jon lying next to them convinced that he had somehow descended to Hell, when Donna took him from his family and pulled him into her web of deranged evil.
"Then mom went to the drawer and pulled out a carving knife. You know one like you would use to carve a turkey. She grabbed Brad's penis as he lay on the table and made to cut it off screaming that she would not suffer a pervert as a son."
"Then what?" Jon pushed caught up in the story.
"Violet arrived just in time to prevent my brother from becoming my sister" Jamie replied.
"Violet?"
"Our old housekeeper, not our current one whose a bitch. Violet was an old lady who made some money, cooking, cleaning, and helped Mom out around the house and such. She left after Bradley's troubles. Wish I could have" he answered.
"You missed a bit off of what happened. Hahhh. Funny joke that, 'missed a bit off – I should have been a comedian" Bradley interjected.
Jon looked at Bradley and could see anger in his eyes. Seeing Jon look at him Bradley hid the anger and continued the tale.
"You see Violet came running in from the garden and managed to push moms hand aside just as she was bringing down the knife to cut my penis off. Good news is was she saved me from a fate worse than death; bad news was she didn't make it in time to save all of me."
"What do you mean?" Jon asked, he guessed that Bradley had not had his thing cut off; after all why else would he be wearing a chastity belt.
"The knife Jon, the knife still nicked me and cut the tip of my foreskin off. That was when I regained my senses. All I could feel was a burning terrible pain. Then I looked down and all I could see was a red bleeding ring where the tip of my foreskin used to be. There was blood oozing from the wound, but the strangest thing was all I could look at was the cut off tip of my foreskin lying there on the kitchen table. All I could think of was how it looked so like a little onion ring. 
Truth was I owe Violet for saving me twice that day. You see Mom collapsed to the floor crying hysterically; and Jamie was just standing there crying in a spreading pool of his own wee.
But lucky for me" Jon noted a tone in these words from Bradley, "Violet was a nurse back in the 1980's. She poured some rubbing alcohol on the bleeding tip of my penis, and using a needle and some thread from her sewing kit stitched up the wound, and then..." Bradley stopped a catch in his throat and tears now in his eyes.
"She heated up the needle and cauterised around the tip of Bradley's penis." Jamie added.
"It was terrible Brad was lying on his back on the table. I can remember that Violet was sitting on Brad's chest to restrain him from squirming due to the pain, as the needle sewed up his penis. Remember no pain relief, no anaesthetic, no nothing. Then using a cigarette lighter she heated up the tip of the needle and used it to cauterise the wound. What I remember most is not the screaming of Brad, but the smell, like bacon as the needle sizzled into Brad's sliced foreskin."
"My God she tortured you" Jon said aghast unable to conceive of the pain involved in having his foreskin cut off, alcohol, stitches, and a red hot needle applied. All while held down on a wooden table in your own home.
"No she saved my life" Brad replied wiping his eyes dry, "She saved me from Mom. She was a trained nurse If she hadn't had done what she did, I could have bled to death, or got an infection. At the very least if I had turned up to hospital with that injury, I would have been taken away from home." He finished.
"And would that have been so bad?" Jon countered.
Brad considered his answer for a moment sharing a look with his brother who was holding his still oozing bottom in his hands.
"I love Mom and Dad" he answered simply "Dad's great when he is here and Mom can be caring and loving. She just overreacts sometimes. As long as we behave we OK... usually."
"I wouldn't call beating you up and cutting your dick off loving" Jon shot back, his hand having gone to cup his own groin protectively as the story unfolded.

"Just remember, Jon" Brad answered, "at least Mom loves us, with you all bets are off".
Jon shuddered realising that whatever he thought could possibly happen to him tomorrow was likely to bring worse.



A Father's Replacement Chapter 6
By Lee Davey
Comments welcome at leedavey1000@gmail.com
copyright 2010 by Lee Davey, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Cast:

Son:          Jon - 11 years old
Mother:    Shelly - 30 years old
Father:     Thomas - 44 years old
Children:  Mary - 14 years old
                 Sarah - 6 years old

Donna Stopford - 40
Bradley - 16
Jamie - 13

Chapter 6
Jon pushed the now empty bowl of cereal across the table and watched as the housekeeper picked it up and put it into the dishwasher. The fact that Donna employed a housekeeper had come as an unpleasant surprise to Jon as he found himself rudely awakened by the large fat woman who had come into the bedroom and pulled the duvet off of the bed that Jon had been sharing with Bradley.
Jon had opened his eyes to see two small piggy eyes leering down at him. "You must be Jon, my what a big boy you are."
Jon flushed and his hands rushed to cover his genitals from the woman's frank appraisal. Laughing the woman walked off telling all three that their breakfast was ready.
Jon now sat alone at the table shifting his bottom as the cold wood of the chair chilled his skin. By craning his head he could just make out Bradley and his mother as they spoke quietly in the next room. He could not make out what they were saying but the look on Bradley's face gave Jon some concern. He could not quite discern whether it was disgust, anticipation or a mixture of both. Whatever the look was for it concerned him, as Bradley kept looking over to Jon where he sat. 
"Well Jon let's get started" Donna spoke as she re-entered the room, "follow Bradley out to the garden it's time for some exercise." Turning to the housekeeper who stood watching a grin creasing her face Donna asked her to come see her out in the garden later as she had an opportunity for her.
Jon paid little attention to this as he followed Bradley out into the garden immediately shivering as the cool early morning breeze chilled his bare flesh. He looked around the garden noting that he had been taken to a side garden that had various sports items strewn around. Jon spotted a few balls of various types, baseball, football, and soccer amongst them.
The area seemed to have been given over fully to the needs of the two boys sports need. A basketball hoop had been set up and further over a small tennis court had even been provided.
For a moment Jon felt a pang of jealously at the site wishing that he could have had even half of these facilities to play with. Then however he remembered how Brad's and Jamie's mother could be and considered that he would not have traded with either of them for all the toys in the world.
Jon stopped as Bradley waved to him that they had reached their destination. Jon looked around surprised seeing only a bare patch of dirt roughly 15ft square in size. The only item of any interest was a weather beaten box that rested a few feet away; to which Bradley moved and began undoing the lock on it before pausing and turning spoke to Jon.
"Look Jon I'm sorry about this. It's not my idea but you have to understand that I have no choice, 5 years, you can't understand ... 5 years." Brad's speech tailed off and he opened the chest.
Jon looked at Brad unsure what the boy was talking about.
"Sorry, sorry for what" Jon asked and then saw Brad lift up a pair of blue boxing gloves and offer them to Jon.
"Err what? Are we going to fight? But you'll beat the crap out of me easily" Jon protested even as he took the proffered gloves.
Jon was accurate in his estimations of his chances against Bradley. Bradley was well built and only a few inches short of 6 feet weighing in at just over 160 pounds. Jon though was a foot shorter and at best 80 pounds and not a lot of that was muscle.
"I'm sorry but I have too. It's mom's idea, to make a man of you..." Bradley stopped speaking as his mother strode towards him.
"Don't spoil my little surprise Brad dear" Donna purred before turning to Jon.
"Yes Jon, I've arranged a little sparring session with Brad here. You look like you need some toughening up hmmmm".
Donna stood in front of Jon and taking the gloves from his unprotesting hands began to help Jon put them on.
"I take it you have never partaken of the noble arts boy? That's boxing Jon" she clarified seeing Jon's initial incomprehension, "Well never mind it's not that difficult. Brad here has been boxing for several years. So just try and copy what he does".
Jon thought about saying that it was unfair as Donna turned away from him and went to help Brad put his gloves on. However he remembered what had happened to Jamie when he tried that tact, and all things considered a split lip and a bloody nose from a 16 year old would be preferable by far from what Donna was likely to do to his bottom if he complained about 'unfairness'.
Jon stood nervously as he now stood facing the much bigger Brad limber up and shadow box for a few seconds. Not only did he have no idea how to box, he was perversely feeling handicapped by the fact that he was still naked, while Brad was wearing shorts.
"OK. Children remember that this is a friendly little contest so no rough stuff." Donna advised as he walked between them, both boys noting that she held a small cane in one hand, but only one of the boys' paid any attention to the fact that she also held a small key in the other.
"Now Jon I know you'll be thinking that this is not a fair fight. Good, it's not meant to be, remember you are here because you have been bad. However I am a great believer in using carrots as well as sticks" she cracked the cane she held against her leg as she said the last part. "So I think a little reward may encourage you to give everything to this little contest Jon. Now I have already spoken to Brad and promised him a nice little present if he wins. But if you win" she gave a little laugh at this "If you win, then you can go home."
"Really!!!" Jon exclaimed hope, however remote, springing to his heart.
"Of course. But I think before we start it's only fair that I tell you what Brad's little prize will be.... I think that despite my normal views on such things he will be allowed a little relief from his chastity belt and given 3 minutes to cum."
Jon shrugged, he liked Bradley well enough, and while he would do everything to win this contest, he did not see how allowing Brad to masturbate for once affected him really.
"You're taking the news better than I thought you would. Oh wait didn't I make it clear; he can only get relief by using your cute little tushy to get it. OK then? ding – ding, round 1."
Wait Jon thought what do you mean relief by using my tushy, then it hit him, she couldn't be serious, you mean his thing up my bum!!! Just as that thought hit him so did Brad.
The strong left hook caught Jon above his right eye immediately causing it to swell shut. Jon fell back landing on the unforgiving earth his breath driven from him.
Swisssh, thwickkk.
"Arrgggghhh..." Jon yelped as Donna whipped his belly with cane she wore. "One" she counted, swissshhhh "Two".
Jon yelped as another blow caught, and another as Donna counted 'three'. Jon scrambled to his feet to avoid the whipping blows. Standing he shook his head free of the muzziness caused by Brad's blow.
"Continue..." Donna stated blandly seconds before Jon doubled over as Brad drove a fist into his soft belly. A crushing upper cut snapped his head back, a swift right cross catching him on the mouth and knocking him down.
The last thoughts that Jon had was why was someone whipping him, and why was his mouth full of blood suddenly.
Donna stood over the unconscious boy finally dropping the cane as it became clear that not even whipping him with that was getting Jon to stand up.
"Oh well that did not last as long as I hoped, still you did win son so I suppose you still get your prize. What's the matter I thought you would be happier? You're the one who keeps whining about not being able to relieve yourself, even after your weekly prostate milking's. So come on then what's the problem? Donna demanded as she took out the small key that unlocked and bent to undo her son's cage.
"I don't feel right Mom I don't want to do it with a boy, I like girls." He whined.
"I'm glad to hear it son, and one day many years from now I'll be expecting many grandchildren from you. However if for the next couple of years if you ever want to have an orgasm you do it on my terms, and only on my terms. I could always just lock you back up, after all another 5 years you'll be 21 and master of your own domain. 5 years is not too long to wait is it. Oh changed your mind thought you would."
Donna looked at her son who avoided her eyes and snorted amusedly, knowing the truth of her words in the fact that her sons 6 inch penis was already hardening.
"Now remember the deal Bradley, you have 3 minutes, and only 3 minutes. You can only come using Jon there and no touching yourself or I'll finish the job I started" Donna snarled pointing down at the ragged scar of foreskin from the boys earlier home grown circumcision.
Brad was conflicted as he stood there looking at Jon. The boy held no attraction particularly for Bradley but he had not cum once in 5 years. 24/7 since his penis had finally healed from the terrible stitching and burning it had been encased in steel. From the age of 13 his mother had relented partially after reading some health magazines and implemented a weekly milking session.
This did not help, in fact it was worse as his mother carefully made clear that any milkings was solely for his health and not his enjoyment. It was therefore a mixed relief each Sunday when his mother would use her fingers to roughly milk his prostate, by the expedient of applying some KY jelly and shoving two fingers up him. The use of ice spray on his testicles, easily denied Bradley any pleasure from the process.
It was not unsurprising that when his mother had offered him this opportunity he had agreed, albeit reluctantly, to her plan. He walked over uncomfortably as his penis was already becoming hard and knelt behind the 11 year old boy's prone body.
Reaching down he made to clasp a buttock in each hand before checking with his mother who nodded for him to continue.
Feeling Jon's warm flesh he separated the cheeks exposing the boys pinky-brown anus, the avenue through which, his mother had informed him, would be the only way he would obtain release for the foreseeable future.
He placed his semi hard penis between the two cheeks and moved it back and forth along the crease. Closing his eyes he imagined that the flesh that encased his parts belonged to his young maths teacher, a beautiful 25 year old woman, whom all the boys had a crush on, rather than a skinny 11 year old child.
His self-deception worked as his penis hardened and extended to its full 6 inch glory.
"2 ½ minutes left."
Bradley started at his mother's warning realising that time was short. With a grimace he looked down and aimed the tip of his cock at the centre of Jon's virgin hole. With a grunt and clench of his muscular buttocks he attempted to drive deep into the boy's bowels. His penis screamed in protest as the dry hole resisted his entry, and all that Brad had succeeded in doing was pushing the body of Jon forward a few inches in the dirt. 
"Silly boy, you'll need some lube as it's his first time. Soon enough he will be as loose as his whore of a mother back there, but for now loosen him up with some spit boy. And by the way 2 minutes left."
Jon woke slowly from his daze feeling a searing pain in his bottom. A pain so severe it overwhelmed the pain of his bruised face. No what worried him most was the feeling that someone was trying to split him in two between his legs for some reason.
Opening his puffy wet eyes the first sight he saw was the leering face of Donna sitting cross legged on the sports equipment chest. A sick superior look on her face was plain as she leant forward smiling wider at his painful plight.
Ugghhhh... Jon squirmed as he felt something wet and slimy hit his bottom and slide down the crack in his bottom. Fearing that some passing bird had messed on him, he turned his head to check that insult had not been added to his many injuries.
He saw brad behind him a small drool of spit on the corner of his lip. Brad upon seeing Jon look at him grabbed him firmly by both hips.
"What are you doing Brad...........Arrrggghhhh"
Jon screamed as he felt Brad shove his penis an inch into his bottom, leaving a trail of burning fire behind its passage through his virgin anus.
"Uhh, Uhh sorry Jon but I just gotta cum" Brad panted as he paused for a second trying not to hurt the small boy he pinned to the dirt too much.
"1 minute."
Brad bit his lip he knew how much Jon must be hurting. He thought about the pain his mother's fingers caused him when she milked his prostate, and that was using lots of lube. But he could not know when or if, he would get this chance to cum again, he silently begged Jon's forgiveness and pushed with all his might forcing his large penis in inch by agonising inch.
He grunted in effort and pulled his penis out of the screaming boy and pushed back in. To his surprise the second thrust seemed easier and smoother looking down he noted with disgust that some blood had joined with Jon's poo and Brad's spit forming a makeshift of horrible looking lubrication.
Steeling himself he began to thrust in hard and fast anxious to obtain release before his mother's inexorable countdown completed.
In, out, in out Bradley felt Jon's anus and rectum massage his cock into the beginnings of a huge orgasm.
"10...9...8...7..."
Bradley began panicking as time was running swiftly out; he increased his tempo to a jackhammer pace, his groin and Jon's bottom now liberally stained with a variety of bodily fluids.
Donna stood up and walked towards the two boys, her own pussy tingling as she watched her son rape the 11 year old who had by now stopped screaming his eyes rolling back in his head in blessed unconsciousness.
"3..2.." Donna reached down to drag her son from Jon
"1..."
"Arrhhhhhh, I'm cumming" Bradley screamed in ecstatic release his hot cum spewing a massive load into the boys bleeding ravaged rectum.
Donna with all her might ripped Bradley off and out of Jon, making a noise like extracting a trapped boot from quicksand as Bradleys penis pulled free, a final spurt of cum looping up and splatting against the pale back of Jon.
Bradley stood panting his penis now shrivelling from its first orgasm for 5 years. He avoided looking at Jon's naked body, and the oozing slime that seeped from his bleeding anus down his thigh before dripping onto the thirsty dirt.
Donna knelt down and roughly pulled the boys cheeks apart, a move that forced Jon back to wakefulness as the pain shot through him.
"Hmmmm a small tear to his anus, nothing that needs any worrying about. The boy needs toughening up anyway, losing that easily, what a wimp." Donna stood up ignoring Jon's sobbing cries of pain.
"Your penis is coming on nicely son" Donna complimented her son "nice and big, your future wife will be happy. However it still needs to go back in its cage for now."
Seeing Bradley's look of despair Donna laughed out loud. "Don't worry child, now that Jon's here he can provide you with some regular relief for as long as he stays here. Let's call it putting something back into this family while he is here."
Donna paused "Actually I suppose it's more like this family putting something into his back" her own joke causing her to giggle like a little girl.
Bradley sighed and stood to attention, his hands on his head, as was the normal practice when his mother was adjusting his chastity belt.
"Don't be silly Bradley I can't put this back on with your penis looking like that" Donna advised pointing to the boys, white, red and brown stained penis now shrivelled back to its normal 4 flaccid inches.
"Err.. What should I do then Mom, go get cleaned up?"
"No why waste the soap and water, let Jon clean it up for you. That can be another of his little chores now can't it" Donna clapped her hands in delight as she thought of the new humiliation.
Knowing that he had no choice Bradley knelt in front of Jon lifting the boys head up and placed the dirty boy cock on Jon's lips and pushed into the boy's mouth.
"Do a good job now Jon, after all I doubt you want a good botty beating the way it must feel now" Donna warned standing over the two boys in glee.
Jon gagged as the musky smell and taste assailed him, gagging he tried to resist but Bradley was too strong and Donna's words chilled him. As Bradley's penis passed his teeth Jon wished that he had never come home that day his mother was drunk; then with a realisation he remembered that it was only two days ago and then thought just how low he had sunk in 48 hours as his tongue began scrubbing clean the tool that had a few minutes before been raping his poop chute.




A Father's Replacement Chapter 7
By Lee Davey
Comments welcome at leedavey1000@gmail.com
copyright 2010 by Lee Davey, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
* * * * *

Cast:

Son:          Jon - 11 years old
Mother:    Shelly - 30 years old
Father:     Thomas - 44 years old
Children:  Mary - 14 years old
                 Sarah - 6 years old

Donna Stopford - 40
Bradley - 16
Jamie - 13
Housekeeper: Terri - 55
KH G-Daughter: Tawny - 9

Chapter 7
Jon lay shivering curled up in a tight ball little bone trembling shudders coming every few seconds. He had lain there for some ½ an hour after Brad and his Mom had left after their assault upon him.
His bottom still felt as if it bled, however after he raised himself and delicately probed the swollen anus he found that all there was present was a dry crust.
"Finally I wondered how long it would take you to get up. Now come over here I need to examine you." A deep feminine voice called out.
Jon started in surprise believing himself to be alone. Turning he saw the fat housekeeper who had woken him earlier watching from the side. "No I won't do it. I have had enough I'm going home" Jon stormed off uncaring about his nakedness planning to walk all the way home if needed.
Terri pounced with a speed belying her bulk and grabbed Jon by a shoulder spinning him around. Her free hand clamped around his testicles and penis in a meaty claw and roughly turned and squeezed hard.
Jon doubled up in pain immediately as a sickening pain shot through him, the pain, almost beyond belief doubled, when Terri lifted her hand pulling Jon onto his tip toes by his groin.
"Now Jon" she began loosening her grip only slightly before the boy fainted, "I have nothing personal against you. In fact I feel you have been dealt a raw deal. Yet business is business, Mrs Stopford has promised me a nice little pay rise to look after you. Mrs Stopford wants me to wash you, bathe you, clean you, feed you, and if necessary punish you. "Do you have a problem with any of that?" Terri twisted her hand an inch further clockwise.
"Nuuurrrghhhhhh........ No" Jon managed to finally squeak out through the taste of bile in his mouth.
"Didn't think so. Well first things first let's show you where you'll be sleeping from now on".
"You mean I'm not sleeping with Brad and Jamie?"
"No you'll be staying somewhere a little more basic from now on" Terri replied. The pair walked around to the back of the house and the housekeeper stopped outside what looked like an old shed.
Terri unhooked the padlock and opening the door ushered Jon in. The room was barely 10ft by 10ft. The walls were bare wood and windowless, the floor solid brown stone tiles again completely empty.
In fact the room was completely devoid of everything save a dusty grey blanket heaped in one corner and a circular hole about a foot round in the middle of the floor, currently blocked with a large round stone plug.
"This will be your room" Terri answered. "But there's nothing here. No bed, chair, or anything!" Jon protested.
"You can sleep on the floor, and there is a blanket to keep you warm".
"What about going to toilet?" Jon protested looking around the room and noticing the heavy padlock on the door.
"Fortunately dear that's all taken care of, this place used to be the old outhouse before the house was fully plumbed." Terri explained as she walked over to where the round stone plug lay. With a grunt of effort she pulled the plug displaying a small dark hole.
Both of them pulled back at the terrible stench that arose from the dank hole, Jon dry heaving slightly from its effect.
"This is the old toilet, hasn't been used in years, but it will do for you. Well it doesn't matter if it will do; it's what you will be using in any case." Terri managed to get out between a few dry heaves of her own.
"Probably best if I leave this off, It will be a bit heavy for you to pick up Jon" Donna continued and pulled the heavy stone plug outside of the small shed, gratefully gasping for air as she made her way out.
"What about tissue" Jon asked wiping her eyes dry as she too reached the outside.
"Do you know how much tissue costs child? No you'll be given a small sponge that should do, if you're careful. Mrs Stopford has made it quite clear that you will not to be pampered in anyway. When I come to let you out in the mornings then I'll help clean you up if needed, other than that..." she shrugged dismissively.
"There is one last thing I need to do before putting you away for the night" Terri said taking a small toiletries bag from a large pocket.
"Come here" she pointed to the spot before her feet.
Shuffling forwards hands covering himself Jon stood in front of the large woman.
Terri slapped the boys' hands clear and closely examined the boys' penis and balls. "Hmmm small and hairless still a little boy then" she critiqued, "Then again you are still quite young I suppose, plenty of time for your bits to grow."
"Now child I hear that you were helping Bradley out earlier. So I imagine that you are a bit sore?" she did not wait for a reply as she opened the bag.
"Well I'm going to patch you up a bit, so there is no need to worry about any nasty infections or such like."
Hooking Jon around the stomach she spun him around and over her knee. Face in the dirt and bottom in the air Jon 'ooophed' as the air drove out of him.
Terri pushed the boys' cheeks apart and grimaced at the sight before her. The boys anus was red and grimed with dry shit and cum, a small tear was also apparent obviously caused by Bradley's desperate fucking.
I can't apply the antiseptic cream on that she thought, the whole area needs cleaning out first.
Looking around she saw a garden hosepipe attached to a standpipe some 30 yards away. With a grunt she lifted the protesting boy under her arm and walked over to it.
The hose was an old, worn green rubber hose used for watering the grass; however Terri noted that it would serve in a pinch.
Still hefting Jon in one meaty arm she bent low and turned the tap on and took hold of the end of the hose as it began to straighten and move as the water pumped through it.
Aiming the tattered end towards Jon's filth encrusted bottom Terri directed the spray of icy cold water towards the target hole.
Jon squealed as the first drops of icy water hit his bottom. Desperately squirming Jon kept his bottom away from the painfully intruding hose.
With a hiss of annoyance Terri simply let Jon fall to the ground with a thump. With a move she placed one large foot upon the boys back and with her weight kept him pinioned to the ground. Turning the tap off she waited until the hose had drained and then took a grip about a metre down its length.
With a vicious shoulder wrenching blow she ripped the makeshift whip hard into the boy. The first blow hit a few inches above his knee. Jon yelped and struggled against Terri, but the large fat woman was simply too heavy to move. Blow after blow crept up the boys' length. A thick red weal soon covered the boy from knee to shoulders, with only a few inches off white skin marring the perfection of the whipping.
Jon had ceased struggling after only a few blows the pain of the rubber hose more than he had ever endured before. He barely noticed when the whipping had finished, the pain across his body already having overwhelmed his senses.
He only weakly protested as he felt Terri kick his legs apart, and place the tip of the hole against his now once more bleeding anus.
With a shriek Jon pushed in pain against the unyielding earth as Terri methodically washed his anus and butt crack with the icy stream of water, humming to herself as the various detritus washed off leaving only the pink and red flesh of Jon left.
Jon had lost the capacity to scream during the whipping but found it once more as he felt the tip of the hose push against his anus. The anal muscle still partially dilated from its earlier brutal buggering could not resist long, and a few moments later a few inches wiggled deep into Jon's rectum quickly filling the boys' rectum with water.
Leaving the hose still inserted Terri turned off the water and carefully lifted the boy up and pointing the boy away from her, she yanked the hose clear in one bowel curdling pull.
Jon cringed and groaned as a stream of water erupted from his bowels, a burning sensation indicating even to him that he had been hurt by Bradley earlier. Finally Jon was drained but before he could celebrate he found himself lifted bodily up and bent over.
Jon felt Terri gently probe his sore bottom and tensed awaiting what further torture this woman would make him endure. He was relieved when he instead only felt the fat woman's finger as it began to coat his bleeding bottom hole with a soothing lotion.
Were it not for the fact that she was a complete stranger, he was stark naked and had been raped earlier, the sensation might even have been called nice.
Jon barely protested as the woman carried him over like a baby when she finished ministering to his wounds to his 'room' and almost kindly lay the boy on the blanket.
With a ruffle to his hair Terri left and locked the door behind her with a definite click.
Jon lay still for a moment as his eyes began to become accustomed to the gloom of his cell, shifting he tried to probe his bottom but the flash of pain this caused soon stopped him. With a sniff Jon curled into a ball covering himself with the mouldy blanket and considered what tomorrow held for him.




A Father's Replacement Chapter 8
By Lee Davey
Comments welcome at leedavey1000@gmail.com
copyright 2010 by Lee Davey, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 8
"Enjoy your breakfast child?" Donna languidly asked Jon as she watched the boy gulp down the last dregs of his OJ with amusement.
Jon mumbled something non-committal keeping his eyes off Donna. Jon was acutely aware that he was still naked, apparently a state of affairs that would be continuing. He was even more aware that Donna was clothed only in a loose robe, expanses of bare skin threatening to interest his penis in a most embarrassing way.
Donna leaned back aware of the effect her body was having on the young child and anxious to play some more. Standing up she leant forward exposing her breasts to Jon as she picked up the boys empty plate and glass, moving slightly to ensure they briefly touched the boys shoulder as she moved off to the sink.
Jon scooted closer to the table to hide his now erect penis, unaware that Donna was already deliciously aware.
"Well Jon today I have a few chores that you can help me with" she waved for Jon to stand and follow her.
"Is there a problem" she asked as Jon remained sitting, "Come now or it will be the worse for you" she threatened.
Accepting the inevitable Jon stood and eyes closed turned towards Donna.
A rich deep womanly laugh caused him to turn bright red in embarrassment.
"So that's why you did not want to follow me. You silly little boy nothing that small is going to worry me".
Jon winced at the humiliation and then gasped as he felt his erect penis firmly grasped by Donna. His eyes opened wide with shock as he felt Donna take firm hold of his 2 inch penis but did not, wisely, struggle.
"I can't see this being much use. Well except perhaps as a handle" Donna critiqued and then pulled the boy after her by the penis.
Jon yelped as he felt his penis yank almost clean off and skipped after Donna anxious to avoid it happening for real.
Much to Jon's relief Donna only dragged him a few feet into the next room before letting go. Jon massaged his now painfully sore but deflated penis as Donna busied herself with some mysterious machine that lay in one corner of the room.
Jon turned at the sound of a disgusted sniff and saw Jamie enter the room. Following the 13 year old boy's eyes Jon looked down and guiltily removed his hand from his still painful penis.
"Does he have to be here?" whined Jamie looking at Jon.
His mother responded only by giving her youngest son a level look, her eyes flicking briefly down to examine her son's backside, still bloody and bruised from its previous whipping.
Jamie said no more and to Jon's surprise began to remove his clothes, as his mother turned her attention back to the table and its contents.
Jon stood confused as to what was happening as neither Donna nor Jamie paid him any attention. Jon watched as Jamie now stood naked save for his chastity cage placed his clothes on the floor in a small heap.
"Jamie assume the position" Donna asked as she finished her preparations at the table, "Jon come over here I want you to take note ... for later".
Jamie shot Jon a dark look but jogged to the table and levering himself onto the top lay on his back and using his two arms pulled his legs back until they almost touched his shoulders.
Donna taking a key unlocked the chastity belt and using one hand slightly lifted her 13 year old son's buttocks up as she pulled the belt clear. Dropping the belt onto a nearby dish that Jon noted contained some sort of cleaning liquid Donna turned to Jon and waved him closer.
"Jamie's boyish urges are controlled by use of a chastity cage" she explained as if explaining a cooking recipe.
"This is very effective but it does require some upkeep. Not only does the cage need regular cleaning to ensure any nasty bacteria caused when Jamie uses the toilet are removed."
Donna handed Jon a small cleaning rag. "You can help me with that, I want you to clean this thing thoroughly" she demanded. "Any marks left I will have to punish you" Donna smiled sweetly, but Jon could tell that the smile went nowhere near her eyes. Jon obediently dipped the rag into the solution in the dish and began to clean the thin metal bars, trying to keep his mind off just what sort of stains such a device may have inflicted upon it.
"Now Jamie let's have a look" Donna told the supine boy. She clinically examined her sons' groin cupping and juggling each testicle carefully. Letting them drop down she turned her sons penis first to the left and then to the right, tutting as she saw a small red mark along one side of the shaft.
"Well Jamie it looks like we will need to change your chastity belt once again. You're growing up and filling out nicely" she complimented her son as her hand began to slowly stroke the shaft which understandably hardened.
Donna nodded approvingly as Jon showed her the now sparkling clean belt for her inspection. Jon's eyes were fixed on Donna's hand which continued slowly wanking her sons' penis dispassionately and relentlessly.
"Now Jon apart from cleaning his cage we also need to clean Jamie's insides out. You see little boys can get congested inside if they are not emptied out regularly. Have you ever heard of 'blue balls'?"
Jon shook his head unable to keep his eyes of Jamie's now hard penis which seemed to him to be huge and painfully red and engorged.
"That's where boys' testicles get so full of sperm that they swell uncomfortably. Well we don't want that do we?"
Jon nodded seriously causing Donna to give a little chuckle.
"But we can't just let little boys relieve themselves and take pleasure from this medically necessary task. That's why I do this every week, normally for Bradley as well, but you helped solve that little problem that yesterday."
Jon blushed red and winced as he felt his torn anus clench in remembrance at the brutal rape it had endured.
Donna picked up a spray can and shook it and then directed a spray for several seconds thoroughly coating Jamie's' balls and penis.
After a few seconds a low moan grew from Jamie which was swiftly silenced by a hard slap by his mother.
Jon peeked around Donna and read the label on the spray which explained Jamie's' reaction.
Oohhhh Jon thought as he saw that the can contained an ice spray normally used for sprains on athletes and the like. Jon remembered just how cold it has made his ankle feel after he had sprained his ankle playing soccer one day. He could not conceive how it would feel so thickly coated on his private bits.
Jon's considerations ended abruptly as he looked in astonishment as Donna forcefully inserted a long index finger into her youngest sons' bottom, feigning surprise at the boys' yelp of discomfort.
"Did I forget the lube again sweety" she asked as her son whimpered as her finger pushed in and out again.
"Well let me remedy that".
Pulling her finger out she turned to Jon who shrank back.
"You would not believe how expensive KY jelly has become Jon. Fortunately you are here."
Jon looked warily not knowing what KY jelly.
"You helped...relieve...Bradley yesterday. So it is only fair if you help out Jamie today" Donna quickly grasped the back of Jon's neck in a vice like grip as he made to run. Pulling him close she waved the finger that until moments ago had been raping her sons' poopy hole before Jon's disgusted eyes.
"Saliva is not that good as lube, but any lube is better than none. She pushed the finger irresistibly into Jon's mouth easily pushing past the pursed lips of Jon.
To his disgust Jon could feel the woman's finger explore the inside of his mouth. Trailing over his teeth, exploring under the tongue and pushing his cheeks out. Finally just as Jon thought he would retch she withdrew the finger.
Without letting go of Jon's neck she inserted the finger back up Jamie's bum. Jamie grunted gently but did not yelp as the finger slid more easily up into him questing until it found his prostate.
Jon watched with interest trying to ignore the musty taste in his mouth as Donna fingered her son, apparently she had found some spot inside the boy that caused Jamie to squirm.
"This Jon is called a prostate massage. By pressing a little place within a boy's bottom you can cause a boy to let his seed out. Not all at once like a man would but slowly without abusing the boy with sexual urges no boy his age should have. See." Donna explained pointing to a thin little stream of clear fluid that now began to leak from Jamie's erect penis.
"Of course the ice spray I used ensures that Jamie here experiences no unwanted pleasure from this medical procedure. For his own moral benefit naturally."
After a minute Donna extracted her finger and slapping her sons wealed bottom ordered him to stand. "That should do you to next week child". Donna grimaced as she saw the state of her finger, and smiling pulled Jon close.
"Now Jon one last task for you to do today" she murmured as she pushed the filth encrusted finger inexorably closer to the child's horrified mouth with an evil chuckle.
