Be Careful What You Dream For

 

I never thought I would write story for Eunuch Archive, let alone a mostly true story (characters and events have been condensed). It all happened so fast. I was a middle aged divorced male, white, 5’8’, 165 lbs. I have two wonderful children. I raised them alone after my wife left because she decided she didn’t want to be married. Before I was married I had many girlfriends and a few after I was divorced. I though being gay was repulsive.

That suddenly changed within the last eighteen months. It started with the Internet, as many things do today. I was always a fan of porn and the Internet made it readily available. Never went to any web pages that you had to pay for though. I loved to look at pictures but especially loved to read the stories. Cannibalism stories fascinated me, and I read as many as I could find. Somewhere along that time I found the Eunuch Archive. These stories truly turned me on. I fantasized about being a eunuch or nullo. In one bulletin entry I found a reference to the Extreme Genital Modification Page. This was great. I was becoming more and more turned on by looking at men. I was also becoming obsessed with always being naked while at home. I began completely shaving my body except head hair.

I then became so bold as to put pictures of my body on the Extreme web page with a profile that I wished to be a nullo or castrated. Then it started to get serious. I found myself thinking about what it would be like to be screwed my another man, what it would be like to suck another man’s dick and swallow. When I jacked off I often ate my own come. I decided I wasn’t ready to be castrated and became interested in the large balls and dicks the pumpers had modified. I sent messages to several and one responded. This was the beginning.

We switched to meeting online privately. He showed me how to use a web cam and for the first time I was showing my naked body to another man in live action. This led to him leading me through ordering pumping supplies and starting to pump my dick and balls. I was now obsessed with having huge balls and a huge dick and was getting there. My balls were large and I loved it. Something else was happening at this time, he asked me to jack-off for him and I did. I kept jacking off whenever he asked me. He led me to the pumper’s page, where the chat room has a live cam feed. Now I was showing my package to a chat room of total strangers. It was fantastic; I had never felt so turned on.

The conversation started to be more about gay sex. I found my self-asking to be fucked. I wanted my balls to be pumped large and then I wanted to be fucked. I could just feel those big dicks fucking me. He invited me to his town. He said we could pump and he would help with saline injections, which would make my balls really huge. I wanted this and I wanted to put pictures on the web page so others could see me. I was following a path that would change me forever.

My new friend showed me dildo’s he had on hand. He said we could try these. One was shaped like a large dogs dick. This I found very interesting. I looked up bestiality stories on the net and became turned on by the idea. My friend mentioned slave master relationship and having read many stories in the Archives I was turned on with the though of being a slave. Things were escalating. I dreamed of being in a dog collar and leash and nothing else. I dreamed of being fucked and sucking dick. And really strange I dreamed of being held by a large dog and fucked by a dog. These dreams were closer than I could imagine.

My friend invited me to his city and amazingly I accepted. Me the straight stud who never even thought about gay things until the last year. I made arrangements for a suite and took some vacation time. I brought my pumping equipment and lots of rubbers. I was finally going to get fucked. How much and by how many I could not have guessed.

I arrived and we met at a restaurant. We had dinner then we went to his condo. He had a partner who was not home at the time. After some conversation we got down to the nitty gritty. We both had seen each other naked many times on the web cam but this was up close and personal. He was hairy but not too much as compared to my totally smooth look. After we were naked we immediately set our pump session. I was totally hard and could barely fit in the pumping tube. We pumped for a few hours till we were pretty large. It was great to have someone besides myself massage my balls during the breaks.

I was harder than I have ever been. At one point we were very close, as need be, when he leaned over and kissed me. A man had never kissed me before it was frightening but I began to love it. For the first time in my life I was the passive party, I was the bitch. Our tongues intertwined, it was wonderful. The next thing I knew he was pushing me gently down his chest, I licked and sucked his nipples, he groaned as I moved on down. Then it was there, my first dick up close. I licked it, the taste was not gross. I took it in my mouth; it was so smooth and silky. I liked the pre-come and tasted it on my tongue. Finally I sucked it; I took as much as I could in my mouth. I did the things I know I like. I licked the under side right behind the head. Slowly I sucked and licked until, again for the first time, another man came in my mouth. I swallowed it all, it tasted great. I felt this was right for me.

I stood up and we kissed more. His hairy body against mine felt wonderful. We went back to pumping until we were both huge. The rest of the evening we relaxed and talked. He said tomorrow things would get serious. I arrived early the next day. He took me to the living room and said take off all your clothes, which I love to do anyway. After I was naked he walked behind me and placed leather studded dog collar around my neck. This would be all I would wear that day and many other days. A leash was hooked and I was led to the bedroom where we pumped up for the day to come.

It was that afternoon, after we pumped, he hugged and kissed me again and gently led me to the bed. On the nightstand was plenty of lube. He laid me on my back on the bed. He lifted my legs and lubed my ass. I had never had anyone’s fingers up my ass before, it felt good. He placed my legs on his shoulders and his dick at my ass hole. Ever so slowly he entered my ass. It was a little painful at first but it felt so good I quickly became adjusted. Slowly he pumped me, I came on my stomach without being touched. I know this was right for me. He picked up speed as I became more comfortable. We both were moaning as I began to feel his cock swell, when I realized he hadn’t put on a condom. I didn’t care at this point. Then he moaned loudly, thrust hard and he came in me. I was amazed I could feel him coming in me. He stayed in me and held me for a while. I loved the feel of his hairy body on mine.

His partner was coming home that evening and I was in for more new experiences. I was naked all day except for my collar and leash. My friend helped me shave my body, reaching places I could never get to, my back and ass hole. It was a great feeling, I was hard constantly. My huge balls hanging out bouncing against my thighs was so great. I found it very erotic that my friend was dressed while I stayed naked. His partner came home to find me naked and leashed. While he wasn’t as interested in me as my friend, he was very nice. After dinner we went on-line to the Pumpers page with the live cams.

There we showed ourselves and pumped along with others. Many liked my smooth look and when during a pump break some noticed I was semi hard asked me to jerk off. I was too shy but my friend took charge and much to the delight of everyone watching he jerked me off, another first for me. I though my dick would burst it was so hard. We signed off and moved to the bed. My friend again gently pushed me downward, I took the hint and moved to his dick and began to suck. As I was doing this my ass was naturally in the air and soon I felt lube being applied as his partner slowly eased his dick into my ass hole. I was being fucked at both ends and loving it.

They both picked up speed and finally thrust into me and held me tight as they both came in me seconds apart. Again we forgot the condoms but who cared it felt so good. I could feel and taste the come. I spent the next day naked with my collar while we pumped till our dicks and balls were so big we couldn’t have fit them in any of our underwear. In one weekend I went from a heterosexual man with children and some fantasies to a naked, gay, bottom, that had been fucked from both ends and loved it. I couldn’t wait to get back the next weekend. My friend had some new things in store.

Finally the next weekend rolled around and I drove to my friend’s city. I didn’t bother with a hotel room this time. As soon as I entered the door off came my clothes and on went the collar. After dinner he said he had a big surprise for me. We were going out! Since I was naked it might be a problem. My friend had this solved. He put a graduation type gown on me. The collar and leash still showed as he led me to the car. We pulled up in front of a gay bar. My first time in a gay bar and I was basically naked and being led around on a leash. I should have said naked because as soon as we entered the gown came off. I was totally naked in a roomful of gay men. I was also totally erect, almost painful I was so hard. With my pumped up balls I was freakish. I was also very popular. Everyone was touching me as my friend, or should I now say it “Master” led me through the crowd. God I was turned on. We sat a table in the back as my Master talked quietly to many of the patrons. After a while he pulled my leash and we went to a special room in the back. It had a padded table in the middle with some towels and a bottle of lube. I was laid on the table and my Master rubbed me down then lubed my ass.

Then men started entering the room four and five at a time. I was fucked on my back flipped over and fucked on my stomach doggie style (which I liked the best). While I was being fucked dicks were stuck in my mouth and I sucked till my jaw hurt, swallowing loads of come in all flavors. Of the dicks in my ass some had condoms some did not. All I knew was come was running out all over my ass. I came several times by men jerking me off while they fucked me. I have no idea how many men fucked or I sucked that night but I was very sore. My Master, in anticipation, was thoughtful enough to have brought a diaper since I no longer could hold anything in my stretched ass hole. We went back to his house where he cleaned me in the shower gave me a big kiss and put me to bed.

The next day since my ass hole was already stretched my Master tried the dog dildo on me. It was very long but the knot just would not go in, it was too big even for my used ass hole. The length and strange shape did feel good. We pumped again, I can’t get over my huge balls, and I returned home sore but satisfied. I couldn’t wait to get back the next weekend.

The weekend started the same, enter strip, collar. After dinner the gown was put on and in the car we went. This time we drove out into the countryside. We pulled into a long drive leading to a secluded house. This was a friend of my Master, we left the robe in the car and I was led naked to the house. We entered and sat for some small talk. After a while my Master’s friend said let’s get started and I was led into a large den type room where I saw him. Him was a large dog. I don’t think he was a pure bred anything just a large dog like a Rotweiler or something. Buster was his name. I was placed over a small padded bench in the middle of the room, resting on my stomach my ass sticking out. The Master’s friend rubbed something on my balls and ass. As soon as he opened the jar the dog perked up and smelled the air. “Buster” moves to me and began to lick my balls and ass. I was rock hard at the thought of what was going to happen. My master slipped his hand between the dog and me and lubed my ass hole. It was going to happen, after all the stories I read and videos I watched on the Internet that turned me on so much I was about to fucked by a dog.

You cannot imagine how good it feels when the dog lays on your back with his very warm and furry body. It is like a living blanket. My own dick was about to explode when the dog’s owner lined the dog’s dick up with my ass. I want to tell you it is not very easy to be fucked by a dog. Their dick keeps slipping out as they hump very fast. With a little help from the dog’s owner he managed to keep the dog’s dick pumping in me pretty well. It is a fantastic feeling because the dog moves so fast and generates so much heat. My ass hole kept trying to suck the dog dick in me and keep it. Remember I could not take the canine dildo’s knot so I thought no way a real dogs knot would fit. However with the owners pushing and the knot being slightly smaller combined with plenty of lube the knot went in me.

You might not know this but after it enters the bitch it sort of turns sideways to stay in. It didn’t hurt for it to do this but there was no way it would come out without ripping me apart. Just after the knot turned and locked the dog in me, the dog began to come. It was more than I could have dreamed, it thinner that people come, and it just kept squirting. I felt so full. The dog then turned around swiveling his dick in me till we were ass to ass. I had to stay this way for about thirty minutes till the knot turned around and the dog could break lose out of my ass. The dog come then gushed out of my ass for about a minute and a half. I was so satisfied and happy. I hoped to do this again many times. It was especially great when the dog licked my dick and ass clean.

We alternated situations like these for several months, it was great. I had huge balls, was regularly fucked and I loved sucking dicks. But things were about to change and this is why this story is in the Eunuch Archive. It started a few months ago; I was living a regular life in my town and my weekends in my Masters city getting fucked and pumping. I began to feel soreness in my balls. They became very sensitive. I finally had to see an urologist. I chose to find a doctor in another city since my new lifestyle may have factored in to my problem. As luck would have it the doctor turned out to be gay and was very understanding.

The catch was my sore balls had nothing to do with my life style. It was a congenial birth defect something about my cords being tensioned. He said it was amazing that it didn’t bother me before. My balls were not getting enough circulation and constant pain would be the result. It would be like being kicked in the balls all the time. The remedies are heavy use of pain killing drugs with their side effects or double orchiectomy (take out my balls). They could put fake balls back in my sack so I would not look different and I could take testosterone to keep my masculinity. I thought about this and discussed it with my Master. Remember at the beginning of my saga reading about castration was a turn on for me. Now I had to make a choice give up the huge balls I get from pumping or constant pain. I decided to give up my balls.

Now the decision was how, when and where. The doctor was great he understood my dilemma and would help in anyway. The only way he was allowed to operate was thru the abdomen and besides that was the only way to remove my cords which were the real problem anyway. The doctor helped big time in two ways. First, he agreed to save my balls and return them to me even though it is against medical rules. He also contacted a plastic surgeon in the gay community to remove my sack and make me smooth below my dick. It helped that the urologist owned his own clinic with a surgical suite. I scheduled the surgery and took a months vacation and sick leave. Another handy thing was since it was a medical necessity to remove my balls my insurance was paying for it. The doctors agree to manage the plastic surgeons fees in the bill to insurance. My Master agreed to help me recover. My children thought it was hernia surgery.

Now I come to today, two months later. I am officially a eunuch. My stitches are gone and were my balls used to be is a fine little scar with still a little redness. My Master and I decided no hormones. My dick has already shrunk to the size of a big clit, no more fucking for me (like the look however, just a little button at the top of my groin). My hips are rounder and easier for my Master and others (including the dog) to grip. And another part I really, really like is my little breasts. They are so pretty. My nipples have gotten much bigger and I get so turned on when they are sucked. It is much easier to keep hair off my body since it has stopped growing dark and coarse. My whole body seems more sensitive. My weight has dropped to about 140 lbs. If I wear something tight I have the body of a girl.

I still live and go to work in my city. Nobody knows my secret, they think I was sick and lost weight. I wear baggy clothes to work. On the weekends I go to my masters. I am still naked and collared as soon as I enter. He still likes to fuck me and I like to suck him. We go to the gay bar about once a month, where they really like to feel me up. I don’t think as many want to fuck me as before. I must look too much like a girl now. I would like to dress like a girl but my Master pretty much keeps me naked so clothes aren’t necessary. I really love more than ever being fucked by the dog (or dogs I should say there have been more since the first). I do sometimes miss my pumped up dick. I can come rubbing my nubbin dick but it’s not the same. I don’t get that feeling when the come shoots out. But other sensations make up for it.

So that’s my story up to now. I started out being turned on by eunuch stories, moved to pumping and big balls and being fucked. Then in a round about way ended up a real gay eunuch and loving it. I want to get pictures posted on some web page soon so everyone can enjoy me.

Oh by the way, my Master brought my balls home in a jar and prepared them, then sautéed them and I ate one the he ate the other. Tasted good had the consistency of liver but was a delight anyway. I only regret I could only eat them once.

Thanks for sharing my saga.

Afternoon Castration

Placing Castration Bands with Elastrator

Castrated. Damn…hard to believe, but it happened, sure as shit it did, and I’ll never forget that slice of the knife as long as I live. Nope, that is imbedded in my brain like it was yesterday.

It all started over a girl, like a lot of things I suppose. My girl. The boy’s name was Dakota Jennings, and he went after my girl and she fell for the bastard and I don’t know why. But after she dumped me, I was mad as hell, and when you are mad and a horny teenager and missing the senor prom because some jerkwad has stolen your girl then sometimes you do what has to be done.

Now, I wasn’t stupid. I knew enough for example not to try to capture the bastard by myself, because he was one hell of a strong kid and I sure as hell knew enough to know that. He was a swimmer, with that perfect body of a developing adolescent and the real truth was that I envied him. He was a jock, plain and simple, while I was a lanky 130 pound 18 year old with a pencil dick. I had acne too; not too extreme I suppose but still there non-the-less, and I grew my hair long and it covered my ears. Dakota on the other hand had that clean cut short hair all American look that pissed me off, and which the girls seemed to craze. He had perfect blue eyes and a perfect orthodontic smile and a set of six-pac abs, and along with all that he had perfect grades, and I hated him.

He and I had shared a senior gym class, where the jock ruled and I was the laughing stock, and while I hated every minute he seemed to relish it. One thing I knew from that class was that he was hung too, at least in the balls department, and I had seen him in gym enough times to know the kid had a big set of bullocks. Huge would be a better description! God, when he pulled off his jock after sweating through class they literally swung between his legs, like two big plumbs ripe for the picking! I think it was the fact he was so proud of them, and also because of the way they seemed to emphasize his manliness, that I decided to take them. I knew enough to know that once he’d lost is balls his interest in Linda would dry up in a hurry, and from my way of thinking, she’d come back to me once I turned her new boyfriend into a eunuch.

I knew why she had taken a liking to him. Hell, all the girls liked him. And next to Dakota I looked like a boy. For one thing, I was rail thin, and I didn’t have much in the way of the muscle department. I tried to compensate by going over to the EMO look, with my jet black hair and deep brown eyes. I had a tongue piercing, and two earrings in one ear, and I was looking at tats and hoping to get one in the near future. I had been in trouble a few times with the law, did some drugs and got caught at it, and also had ripped off a few homes that only Linda knew about. So, I guess I was a kid going nowhere, while he on the other hand was heading for college and an oh-so-perfect future upper-class life.

It was all so unfair! And, it even went so far as sexual development. At 18 I had two little patches of black hair under each armpit, and another small little patch above my five inch dick, but other than that I was as smooth as a ten year old. My legs were for the most part devoid of hair as well, and there wasn’t even a thin line between my navel and my dick. My chest was totally smooth, and my flat stomach didn’t have a sign of muscle. Shit—to be a senior in high school with a little boy look was embarrassing as hell, and I was certainly humiliated by the way my body was turning out. It didn’t help my balls were small, at least they were next to most of the guys in gym class, and of course I got laughed at regularly. Dakota was a jock, a man in every since of the word, with a big cock and a massive set of nuts and that oh-so-perfect body all guys wish they had. Then, he took my girl, and after that at night I would jerk off my thin cock to the thought of castrating Dakota, and I’d shoot my watery load onto my chest to the fantasy of stealing his nuts. It slowly became an obsession, and I worked out the details, and I was living for the day when I would cut off his nuts and make him envy my balls, as unimpressive as they were.

My plan wasn’t very sophisticated, but from my perspective it didn’t have to be, and I put it in place shortly after the school year had ended. I knew Dakota worked at a burger joint after school, trying to earn money for college, and it didn’t take much to figure out when he worked and more importantly when he got off. I set it up for a Saturday afternoon, as his shift ended, and paid off three guys to get him tied down for me. I didn’t tell them I was gonna castrate the fuckwad, no, I didn’t tell them that. I just told them I wanted to teach him a lesson, to whip his ass with a belt, and I needed him tied down and helpless so I could do it to him. I knew the kids from a YMCA camp my parents had made me go to the previous summer, which had been attended by a few inner city kids that I had gotten to know. They thought it was funny as hell, and for $20 each they grabbed him after he left work and dragged his ass out to the edge of town, at a place we all just called “the pit.” It was next to a catfish pond, and there was a junkyard of sorts there, which included a number of worn out washers, dryers, and even a couple of old refrigerators. The place was abandoned, except on occasion a guy would take his girl there to park, or to smoke some weed. But for the most part nobody went there, and I knew on a Saturday afternoon it would almost certainly be unattended.

After they had kidnapped him, they drove back into town and gave me a call, and I left immediately and drove right out to the spot where they had left him planning to do the deed. When I arrived they had tied the nineteen year old jock over an oven that somebody had tossed in the dump, so his two ankles were tied to the front legs and he was bent over it, his arms tied to the oven door handle on the other side. He was already naked when I got there, his big bullocks, heated by the sun, hanging down towards his knees and swinging as he struggled. To me, they were just hanging there waiting, waiting for me and the knife. I had brought my Gerber just for the purpose, and it was razor sharp and I knew his balls would be no match for the steel. I wore a stocking cap I had, with holes for the eyes, nose, and mouth, and I knew that with it on he would not be able to identify me. As I walked up to him, and he tuned and saw me, initially he started to beg me to untie him. But then he took in the mask I was wearing, and at that point he was smart enough to know that letting him go wasn’t in the plan. I saw his eyes go really wide then and that’s when he went crazy and jerked against every rope that held him.

I looked at his pile of clothes, and decided to go through his pockets. For one thing, taking his cash I figured would perhaps make the authorities think a robbery had been the main intention, but as luck would have it there was less than twenty bucks in his billfold. There was a nice picture of Linda thought, and in his right side pocket of his jeans was a lubricated rubber, and on the package it said: “Ribbed for Her Pleasure.” Right then that’s when I got the idea to fuck him. I had never fucked a guy in my entire life, never wanted to for that matter, but as I saw him bent over and his legs spread, his hole seemed to wink at me. I hadn’t fucked anything but my five-fingered friend for more than two months, ever since my girlfriend had dumped me for the jock now tied before me, and suddenly his hole looked inviting in a way I can’t really describe. I know for certain my dick went rock hard, and I figured it wouldn’t take that long and I’d enjoy nutting him a lot more after I had fucked his hole and shot my wad as I emptied my balls.

I took out the rubber, and when he saw it in my hand he went crazy then, and was jerking and straining so hard every muscle in his perfect body was pulling against the ropes that were spreading him wide and forcing him to open his hole as if he was begging for it. He started screaming for help, and I knew right then it was well past time to shut him up.

I picked up one of his socks, which was in the pile next to his jeans, and stuffed it into his mouth, and then took some duck tape I had brought and finished the gag. While I didn’t mind him grunting, and I actually enjoyed listening to him, I just didn’t’ seem to think that letting him yell out was all that good of an idea, even though I knew that nobody was around that could hear him. Still, once he was gagged, I was a lot happier. After I had him so he couldn’t yell, that’s when I pulled down my own pants to my knees, and then rolled the ribbed condom over my rock hard dick that was jutting up at the sky. I didn’t really need the condom, but I didn’t think it was too wise to leave a load of sperm in his ass that some enterprising police office might trace to me. Anyway, as soon as I had rolled the rubber on my dick, I moved up against him and prepared to mount him like a whore.

He went even more ballistic, and started thrashing back and forth, and I could see his powerful thighs tense up as he struggled to pinch close his hole and to protect the entrance to his bowels. The condom was lubed, but even so I spit on my latex covered dick to add some more, and then I pushed my dick up against his hole, and then, as I felt the lips of his ass accommodate the head of my teenage dick, I pushed forward and leaned into him. With a slight bit of pressure, I went all the way in then, with a single thrust, until my erection was buried to the hilt and my small bag of nuts were up against his ass.

He tossed his head back and grunted in shame, and that’s when I smiled and started to fuck him. Each thrust slammed into his prostate, and that made him grunt, and the ribbed condom really stimulated his hole and I could tell he didn’t like it. I hadn’t said anything to him, nothing at all, and he had no idea who was fucking him, or even why. Still, I fucked him, and I savored every single second I was pounding his hole. He grunted and struggled and jerked and tried to twist, but no matter what he did it made no difference. I loved feeling his struggles, and that only made me increase my thrusting, and soon I was slamming my cock in and out of his ass, and I wanted to laugh as he took it like a woman. His hole was tight, very tight, and his body temperature warmed my pole almost exactly like a woman’s pussy. He was a hot fuck, yes he was, and I fucked him like he was my girlfriend, fast and deep, and soon my balls were churning and I knew I was going to shoot my wad.

I would have loved to fuck him for a long time, but I didn’t want to put off his castration any longer than necessary, and I wasn’t trying to make him feel good either. That said, I did slow down though, just before I shot, long enough to take out my Gerber so he could see what I was gonna use to nut him. I laid the open knife right on top of the oven he was tied over, so he could see it there. As he took in the knife, and the razor sharp blade, I started to thrust my cock deep into him again, slamming into him hard enough to rock the oven he was tied to. He was grunting again, right away, and so was I, and then as my balls started to churn again and I prepared to shoot my wad, I whispered into his ear, working hard to disguise my voice as I did so.

As he stared at my knife I said: “You feel my cock? I’m gonna fill you with my sperm, and then I’m gonna use the knife and castrate you. Get ready, cause you can kiss your big balls goodbye. Here comes my wad, right NOW!”

As I said those words I was probably less than a second from ejaculating, and that’s when the oven door came off.

I never saw it coming. One second I was fucking him and about to cum, and he was struggling and grunting as my cock slammed in and out of his hole, and the next he had literally jerked the old oven door completely off of its frame, tearing out the rusted hinges with the power of his desperation. I suppose that the combination of fear of being castrated, along with the humiliation of being fucked, just joined together to give him the strength necessary to tear that oven door off of those hinges.

What I know for certain was that he jerked that oven door straight up, over his head, and since his wrists were still tied to its handle it was almost like it was an extension of his arms. He tossed the big thing right over his head, and it came down and slammed right into the back of my head, hitting me so hard I almost passed out. I staggered, and fell back and as I did my cock popped out of him, and I landed on my ass on the ground. I had no idea what really had happened. I started to get up, and was up on one knee and about to stand when he swung his torso, slamming the entire oven door sideways this time, so that the big steel door struck me right across the left cheek. There was this blinding pain that shot through my jaw, and I hit the ground, hard, the entire sky spinning as I crumpled from the intensity of the blow.

I do not know exactly what happened next, not precisely anyway, but I remember everything was blurred. He managed to get to the knife that was still laying where I had laid it out, right in front of him, and soon he had cut himself free from the ropes that had tied him. I know I saw him doing that, from a somewhat dazed point of view, and I know that I rolled over on my stomach and tried to crawl away from him. I was bleeding out of my mouth, and I noticed when I spit that a couple of teeth had been knocked out of me. The left side of my face was numb, and it was pretty clear that the oven door had done a number on my face. I was desperate to get away, but he picked up that oven door one more time then and slammed it into me, hitting me with it flat on my back right about where my shoulders were. I crumpled like a rag doll then. Still, I never passed out, but I sure as hell was stunned, and as far as being able to fight him that was never in the cards. From the first hit of the oven door, I was at his mercy.

He jumped on my back then, and pulled my two wrists back, behind me, and then he tied them together, so damn tight I thought he was gonna cut the circulation off. Then, after he had done that, he rolled me over, so I was on my back and looking right up at the sky. My jeans and underpants were still at my knees, where I had pulled them down to fuck him, and my cock was still covered with his condom, although my erection had for the most part disappeared at that point. He sat right on top of me, on my thighs, straddling me, and that’s when he ripped off his gag and spit out the socks I had forced in his mouth. Then, he reached down and pulled my hooded stocking cap off of my face.

As he took in who I was he said “FUCK! FUCK ME! YOU! OH FUCK MAN, YOU ARE DEAD MEAT! DEAD! YOU HERE ME! YOU ARE A FUCKING DEAD MAN TANNER! YOU FUCKED ME! YOU FUCKED ME! GOD DAMN! YOU WERE GONNA CASTRATE ME TOO!!! OH MAN…TANNER, FUCK. FUCK YOU! WELL TANNER—ILL TELL YOU ONE THING. YOUR FUCKING BALLS ARE HISTORY! HISTORY!”

I tried to beg him, to tell him I was sorry, but my mouth wasn’t working and as it turned out later my jaw had been broken. I could taste the blood in my mouth, and as I stared at him and he looked at me he suddenly jerked my pants down, and off, and then he pulled my legs apart and lifted me up, by my thighs, so that he was under me, he on his knees and my legs straddling him. I looked down and saw his cock then, and it was up and eager and juttig. A few seconds later I felt it, as he pulled me down onto it. I tried to beg, and tired to move, but the reality was there wasn’t much I could do and I was still in so much shock from getting hit with that oven door that I was definitely not at my best form. The next thing I knew his dick was in me. I had never seen him with a boner before, and his cock was big, really big, and I did not think it was possible to slide his massive erection it into me. But I was wrong. But when he shoved his fat cock into my hole it literally brought tears to my eyes and I felt like it was splitting open my hole. Fuck it hurt! No! Suddenly, the roles had been reversed, and the fuckee was now the fucker, and I was the whore! NO!

There was nothing I could do at that point, nothing at all, but grunt and stare into his eyes as he fucked me. We faced each other, and I felt him impaling me, ramming his huge cock in and out of my ultra tight virgin hole with a vengeance. He used no lube at all, and it hurt like hell, but even so after a while I felt this strange feeling, the way his cock was ramming into my prostate, and my dick went rock hard and was soon jutting, even as he slammed his own cock in and out of my hole. When I got hard he reached down to my dick and pulled off the rubber, so my cock was jutting up at the sky, the big purple end of it round and full, the single eye dripping with precum. My hands were tied tight beneath me, and all I could do was stare at him and my stiff cock as he fucked me like a girl. At some point as hard as it is to believe my nuts started to churn, and I don’t know why, and then a few minutes later I started to shoot my cream and it all came out in white ropes of sperm, squirting in lines up my stomach and onto my flat chest. The first shot of my sperm hit my chin. I came and came and came, and in hindsight it was probably the biggest load of my life. All total, I think I shot about 5 lines of cream, emptying my balls as his cock forced it from me. At some point while I was cumming he too ejaculated, his entire wad of hot seed jetting into my hole, splashing up against my prostate and filling me with his load of seed. I could feel his hot load shooting into me, and it was my worst nightmare, and as I lived through the feeling it was so humiliating it cannot be described.

It was then, after he had cum, and my own wad was splashed on my stomach, that he reached up with my knife in his right hand, and grabbed my balls with his left. He was still rock hard, still imbedded in my hole, and he had a grin on his face then like a schoolboy. I managed to get out a “NO!” as he laid the steel blade up against my own small scrotum, and then for a second he hesitated, and time seemed to stand still. Then, he laughed, and I tried to beg him, but I couldn’t really talk and it didn’t matter anyway. He jerked outward with his left hand, pulling my nuts out from my body and stretching them. At the same time he started to move his right wrist then, moving my knife back and forth, and as he did this tremendous pain shot through my groin and after that for the next few seconds I just lived through my own castration. He sawed my balls off with my own knife, and as it was being done I felt so weak, so humiliated, so ‘bested’ and so beaten it cannot be described. He unmanned me, literally, and it was clear when I had been done and it was over that I was nothing compared to him. The truth at that point was that he owned my girl, and my balls.

As soon as he had nutted me, he laughed, and then he started to thrust his cock in and out of my hole all over again, fucking me with a renewed intensity, almost as if the act of castrating me had reinvigorated him. He was rock hard, and his big rod impaled me, and I cold feel the head of his cock sliding in and out of my hole, each thrust deep and made with a vengeance. He was into it, really enjoying fucking me, and I could see the way he looked at me that he owned me. What was even more surprising I think was that he ejaculated all over again in less that a couple of minutes. The message was clear. He was a real man, a stud, and I was a nothing. Almost to emphasize that point, my own cock shriveled to a worm as he fucked me, and by the time he shot his wad and squirted his seed into me my own pole was small and unimpressive. Limp and nut-less, I felt his DNA shooting into me one more time, and at that point I was beaten and there was nothing left to fight for. As soon as he had squirted his second load of cream and deposited it deep within my ass, he picked up my severed balls and held them right up to my face, making sure I could see what I no longer owned.

That’s when he said: “Pretty small set of balls if you asked me. Well, too bad for you Tanner. You don’t deserve them. I know it. Linda knows it. And so do you.“

Then, with a toss, he threw them over the bank, so that they landed in the catfish pond. I heard them splash, and there was no doubt that my nuts were fish food at that point. That’s when he leaned down to me, his big cock still buried inside of me, and then he said: “You kidnapped me, tied me up, fucked me, and tried to castrate me. Just remember, the police can’t give you your balls back, no matter what. But if you tell the police who did this to you, everyone’s gonna know everything. I swear. Including what Linda has told me about your antics, and those houses you broke into earlier in the summer. So, I suggest you just live with it. You know what you did, and unfortunately for you, it didn’t quite go the way you had planned. Now, you better deal with it—you only have yourself to blame for getting yourself castrated.”

Then he pulled his still hard cock out with a slurping sound, and laughed. He slid on his underpants, and stuffed his big rod inside, and then pulled on his jeans after that. After he put on his shirt he rolled me over and cut the ropes off of my wrists, and then he slid his middle finger up my hole one last time. As he did he said: “Your hole was tight. Almost as tight as a virgin pussy. And one more thing. If you get horny and need a fuck, bring your hole over anytime and I’ll fuck it raw. You’re nothing but a bitch now, so get used to it.”

I wanted to cry. He pulled his finger out with a pop, and then he pocketed my Gerber, as a souvenir I suppose, and then he left me. A few minutes later I heard my truck start up, and after that he was gone. I was in pretty bad shape, but got to the highway and eventually a guy stopped and picked me up and I caught a ride home, and then from there I went to the hospital. My truck was already there, almost as if he knew I’d be going there. Still, for some reason, I didn’t feel like driving it for a while anyway.

Of the things he had said, he was right of course, and so I had to stick to the story that I had no idea who had nutted me. The doctors fixed my jaw, but they couldn’t do much to fix my missing scrotum, and while they could stitch up the cut they didn’t have a magic set of nuts to replace what I had lost. I thought about my options, and in the end I didn’t tell them I had been raped, or what had happened, or what I knew. Consequently, they never took any DNA swaps from my ass, and since I didn’t tell them all that much they didn’t look very hard for who had attacked me. They knew I knew more than I was telling them, but with my prior record and EMO look, I don’t think they really cared.

You Are Now My Property – Part 28

Roy showed up almost immediately. 5 minutes later, Jamal had been secured, Ted had hidden his own car behind a grove of trees, and the excited lawyer had driven Jamal’s car away to dispose of it where it would never be found.

Jamal was a great high school football player, and had a chance to become a world-class athlete with the right coaching. He had certainly become a world-class cocksucker in the 18 months since his abduction. Of course, Roy had had a little something to do with that.

While visiting Ted a few days after Jamal had been captured, Roy decided he wanted a blowjob. He was roughly fucking the kid’s mouth when he complained to Ted that Jamal’s teeth kept getting in the way. Ted (whose cock was almost as fat as the cop’s) replied that he had the same problem. Roy said “You ought to let me knock out a few of his teeth, so they won’t get in the way when he sucks dick.” Ted told him to go ahead, and the cop threw a couple of devastating punches squarely to the kid’s mouth. The four front top and bottom teeth were knocked out of Jamal’s mouth. Ted was never troubled by scraping teeth again.

Jamal was 6′ 2″, with broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist. Even with forced exercise, he would lose some of his size during his captivity, but he would always be a strong young man. He was handsome, even with his teeth knocked out, with a broad nose, square jaw, and large, full lips. His skin was dark brown, and he was hung like a horse– long, thick, and uncut. Bob had had a few fun sessions with Jamal’s foreskin since his capture. The kid had huge, muscular thighs and a big, beefy butt. Ted particularly liked to fuck that butt, riding the kid as hard as he could. He’d often head downstairs as soon as he got home, not even bothering to change out of his suit before he did. Whenever he did that, he’d pull his belt from his pants, then fold it in half and use it to whip the kid as he fucked him, like a jockey whipping his horse to the finish line.

Due to Jamal’s size and strength, Ted had needed a lot of help handling him in the beginning. Since Bob was the only one with a slave at that point, Mike and Roy were only too happy to come over often and help the lawyer train his captive. Jamal was soon swallowing 5 or 6 loads of cum a day, and often taking just as many up his ass. He always fought hard, but was never in a position to escape or harm any of his tormentors, and he was always punished mercilessly for his struggles. Ted used to invite the others over for demonstrations of how to torture a man with electricity. After numerous sessions where his balls, dick, and asshole were made to feel like they were on fire, Jamal was completely broken. He stopped struggling, and Ted was soon able to handle him without help from the others. That didn’t stop the electrical sessions. Ted had acquired a lot of equipment over the years, and he loved seeing his slave’s body spasming and jerking uncontrollably as he shot another jolt of electricity into the bound and helpless young man. Jamal would scream himself hoarse and be on the verge of collapse when Ted would finish. Ted was always rock-hard at the end of these sessions, and he’d follow up by raping the big stud’s ass or mouth.

Since Ted could regain his hard-on so quickly, and come so often (and since Mike and Roy were always there to lend a hand or a hard cock), Jamal soon became an expert cocksucker. He also became used to having large objects up his ass. Mike, Ted and Roy loved fucking him as hard as they could, and Bob actually had to suture small tears in the boy’s rectum a couple of times.

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Urinal Boy

I love to visit my dad on weekends. Not every weekend, only two weekends a month, but boy do I look forward to them! Although mom got custody of the two of us, when my big brother Adam turned 18 he moved back in with dad. I can't wait for those Fridays when Dad picks me up from school. I always get in the back seat, even though I could have sat in front. As we drive out of the city I slowly begin taking my clothes off, starting with my socks and sneakers. I keep my shirt on until we get off the highway and onto the back roads. Dad won't let me wear any clothes when I'm staying at his place. It's one of his rules, and I always follow it. Dad never lets me suck him off while he's driving, since he doesn't want to have an accident. It's too bad my mom makes me pack all those clothes and my toothbrush and stuff, since I won't be using any of it at Dad's place. I leave everything in the car. So for the whole weekend I don't wear clothes, brush my teeth or bathe. That's the way Dad and Adam like it. I like it that way, too. My dad lives on a quiet country road, and there are enough trees and bushes around so that nobody sees me when we pull into the driveway. It's always fun to get out of the car naked as a jaybird and walk into the house. Usually Adam is sitting on the couch watching TV and drinking a beer when I get in. Dad lets him drink, but I'm not allowed. His legs are spread wide and I can already see his cock bulging through his jeans. The first thing I always do when I get there is I get down on my knees in front of him and rub my face against his crotch. "I love you, Adam" I say as I start to kiss his throbbing teen cock through his jeans. Adam never speaks to me until I've swallowed my first load of his cum. I rest my head on his crotch for a minute, enjoying the warmth for a minute before I begin to unzip his jeans. I love the smell of Adam's piss-stained underwear as I pull it down. Alex doesn't move a muscle, so it usually takes me a minute to get his cock out. Mmm, it seems a little bigger each time. I love how full it feels in my hand as I plant a tiny kiss on the big fat head. I lick the piss slit a little before I open my mouth wide and take him in as far as I can. By this time Dad has parked the car, picked up the mail and come into the house. He nods approvingly when he sees me servicing my brother. He sits down in his recliner and watches us. When I am finished with Adam I will fetch Dad a beer and do the same for him. I spend a long time savoring my brother's cock, licking it with long strokes and then taking it deep down my throat until I gag. I think they like to hear me gag. I'm loving the salty taste, the funky smell in his pubic hair. I let his dick slide out of my mouth and start to lick his balls. I have to be very careful when I lick Adam's balls. He loves having his balls licked but they're very sensitive. If I'm too rough he will twist my ear or pull my hair to let me know I need to be more gentle. I can tell when Adam is about to shoot by the way he tenses up. When he's about to cum I make sure his cock is as far down my throat as possible. I love the feel of the squirting against my tonsils. Sometimes he grabs my head and shoves it down on his cock so I'm forced to swallow, sometimes he pulls out a little and shoots it all over my tongue so I can taste it. But I must never spill a drop because Adam will be mad if I make a mess. When I am finished with Adam I carefully pull his underwear back up and zip up his jeans. Then he speaks to me. "Jaden, throw away this empty can and bring me another beer." "Yes, Adam." I go to the fridge and get two beers, one for Adam and one for my Dad. I love sucking my Dad because his cock is so much bigger than Adam's. I can't fit it in all the way down my throat, but it tastes and smells so much better that I try even harder to please Dad. And Dad thrusts harder, which is always more fun for me. I usually have a raging hard on when I'm sucking Dad, but I'm never allowed to touch myself. I have to save my jerking off until I get back in my own bed at my mother's house. Adam took a nice picture of me with my lips wrapped around Dad's cock once. They threw away my school picture that my mom sent them and put that one in the frame instead. They've got lots of pictures of me around the house, me smiling with Adam's jizz on my face, my mouth open with Dad's jizz on my tongue, me sticking things up my ass, Adam fucking me. I guess they must hide those pictures when people come over to the house. But they always leave them up when I'm around, even if Dad or Adam have friends over. I guess their friends don't mind, since they usually have me service them too. Once I've swallowed my two loads for the night I go into my cage and wait for Dad to lock me up. There's nothing in the cage for me to sleep on, so I usually look around for some of their dirty laundry that I can pick up and use for bedding. I love using Dad's dirty underwear and Adam's smelly socks for a pillow. I like to help out around the house. When Dad lets me out of my cage on Saturday morning I like to do the laundry for them. They never pick up after themselves. They always leave the laundry for me to do, so I get to go around the house picking up underwear, socks, t-shirts and jeans and then lovingly washing, drying and folding them. For the most part, I stay inside the house on these weekends since I'm not wearing any clothes. I do all the laundry and chores when they are out so I can relax and let them fuck me when they get home. Doing the laundry is so much fun because I get to smell Adam's socks, which usually reek from running and playing basketball. I also like to suck on the piss stains from Dad's underwear, too. I have dinner ready for them, usually something simple I know how to cook like fish sticks or frozen pizza. I've usually eaten something beforehand, since they don't let me sit at the table with them. "Adam, will you please fuck me?" I always have to ask because Adam is really lazy and would rather just sit back and have me suck him. "Why don't you suck my dick instead?" "You'd fuck me if you really loved me." "Fine. Sit on my dick and ride it." "Thanks Adam! You're the best!" There are never any condoms or lubricant in the house, so I always start by sucking his dick so it's nice and wet. Then I sit in his lap and slide down on it. It always hurts a little at first, but once I feel he's all the way in, a warm feeling of pleasure fills me up. I begin to ride up and down. Since we don't use lube, the saliva dries out pretty quickly. When that happens, I get off his lap and put his dick back in my mouth for a bit to get it nice and wet. I usually have to do this a whole bunch of times before Adam shoots his load into me. Dad, on the other hand, likes to fuck me hard. That's why I always do Adam first, to get loosened up. I wait for Dad on his bed on all fours with my ass up in the air. I usually don't need lubrication at that point because of Adam's cum dripping out of my ass. Dad does not go in gentle. He shoves it in hard and pushes my face into the pillow. With Adam I can control my pleasure, but with Dad I have no control. Dad fucks me like an animal and when he's done he's done, leaving me to clean up the sheets. I give them back rubs and foot rubs. I especially like the foot rubs because I can smell and lick their feet all I want. I trim their toenails for them. I suck the toe jam out. If Dad or Adam invites their friends over, I make sure they feel at home. I bring them beers and snacks, take their sneakers off and give them foot rubs, and offer to suck their cocks. Usually I get to suck every guy off before the night is through. One Sunday night Dad had invited a few friends from work over for a barbecue. That was the day the toilet broke and we couldn't figure out how to fix it in time for the guests. Then Adam had a brilliant idea. He found a way for me to help. Before the guests came over, Adam told me to run the water in the bathtub and get in it. I needed to take a bath anyway, so mom wouldn't notice how bad I when Dad brought me back. "Now, Jaden, you stay in that bathtub and don't come out." "But Alex," I whined, "how can I serve any of Dad's friends if I'm taking a bath?" "Oh, you'll serve them all right. Since the toilet won't flush, you'll be filling in." "You mean," "Yeah, that's right. You're gonna be our urinal. I hope you're thirsty!" I smiled. I loved the taste of dried piss on Dad's dick, but it never occurred to me that I might like fresh piss, too. So I sat in the bathtub and listened as Dad greeted and entertained his friends. In a little while Adam came into the bathroom. "Okay, Jaden, I'm gonna test you out. Open wide." Obediently, I opened my mouth and waited to drink my brother's salty piss. He didn't aim too precisely, and got a lot of it on my face. Once he got the stream going my mouth began to fill up. It was awkward to swallow and keep my mouth wide open at the same time, but I soon got the hang of it. When he was done I licked my lips. "You'll do fine tonight, Jaden." "I can't wait for my first customer!" In a few minutes, one of my Dad's friends from work came in. I didn't recognize him. He looked older than Adam but younger than Dad, so I guessed he must have been in his early 30's. "Oh, I'm sorry!" he blushed when he saw me naked in the tub. "I didn't realize you were in here!" Then he started to back out the door. "You gotta piss?" I asked. "Yeah. You don't mind, do you?" "Come on in!" I guess the man didn't know my dad too well, since he didn't know what to expect. "I didn't know Claude had another son." He was trying hard not to look at my dick, which was sticking up in the water. "My name's Jaden. I'm only here on weekends." "Oh, hi. My name's Mark." Mark lifted the toilet seat, clearly looking uncomfortable about pissing in front of me. "Toilet's broken," I said. "Can't use it." Mark looked confused. "But I just saw your brother come in here. And your dad told me to come in here if I needed to use the bathroom." "That's right." "Well, if the toilet's broken, how did Adam-" "I took care of him" I said, proudly. "Huh?" Mark looked confused. He looked at my bath water to see if Adam had pissed in there, but it was still crystal clear. "How did you, you know," "Like this." I opened my mouth for him. Mark looked stunned. "Claude's more twisted than I thought he was!" I realized that Mark must have had some idea of what kind of things went on in my dad's house, but he wasn't expecting anything like this. "So you gotta piss?" "Well, yeah." "Okay, then give it to me." I sat in the tub with my mouth open, waiting for my dad's friend to unzip his fly. "Are you sure?" "Sure I'm sure." I opened and waited. There was a knock on the door. It was Don, another one of my dad's friends. "Hurry up in there, I gotta take a leak!" I was glad to know that Don was there, since I especially liked the way Don's cum tasted and was looking forward to drinking his piss. "Okay, here goes." Mark nervously unbuttoned his fly and pulled out a medium-sized dick. I could see he was having trouble pissing. I probably made him uncomfortable. He fed me a little dribble and then changed his mind. "No, I can't do this. I think I'll go piss outside somewhere." Although Mark was a disappointment, Don was not. "Hey there, Jaden. I'm glad to see you know your place." "I hope you've got a lot of piss for me." "I sure do, little buddy. Get ready." I opened my mouth wide as Don unzipped himself. He put his hand on my head, grabbed a handful of hair, and tilted my face back even more. He put his dick right up to my mouth and let loose. He had already drunk a lot of beer, and the piss just kept flowing. I tried to keep up with it but some of it began to trickle out of the corners of my mouth. When he finished, I licked the drops off his dick and then wrapped my lips around it. I hoped he'd start fucking my face. "I'm not ready for that now, little buddy." He could tell I was disappointed. "Don't worry, I'll come round again and give you a good load before I leave." "Gee, thanks, Don." So I spent the whole afternoon in the tub while a steady stream of men came to piss down my throat. When I had to piss I just peed in the tub. A few guys did come back to get their cocks sucked. I also got to drink a lot of piss from my dad and Adam. I was a happy camper. When the barbecue was over I got cleaned up and went out into the car. As Dad drove me back to my mom's house I slowly put my clothes back on so I'd be presentable for her. "So what did you do with your Dad and Alex this weekend, Jaden?" "Oh, we had a lot of fun. We went to Six Flags and then we went fishing. I can't wait to go back!"

Other Parts of the Urinal Boy Series: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

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Urinal Boy 2: Jaden’s Birthday

Saturday was my birthday, and even though it wasn't Dad's week to have me," I begged my mom to let me go. There was nothing I wanted more than to spend" my birthday with Dad and Adam. They were planning a party for me. "Jaden, I really don't understand why you want to spend so much time with" your father and Adam," my mother complained. "I'm worried that they're" starting to be a bad influence on you." "But Mom, I love Dad, and I love Adam too. I want to be a good son and" brother. What's wrong with that?" "Nothing's wrong with that if you want to end up working in the warehouse" of a furniture factory like your father, or a high-school dropout like your" brother." After a lot of pleading, I eventually convinced my mother to let me go. Dad was busy that Friday, so Adam picked me up from school. I put my" backpack in the trunk and got into passenger seat. Unlike Dad, Adam let me" ride shotgun. He also didn't make me take my clothes off until we were much" closer to home. Adam asked me if I was thirsty. "Yeah, a little." "Drink this." Adam handed me a water bottle filled with piss. Eagerly I" took the cap off and took a swig. It was tart and refreshing. "Thanks, Adam. You know I love your piss." "It's not mine." "Is it Dad's?" "No, it's my friend Cory's. I told him I needed to take a drug test and" asked him to fill the bottle for me. I thought you might like to try" different flavors once in a while." "Gee, thanks. Any chance of drinking it straight from his cock? It's really" tasty." "Nah. He'd think it was too weird. Oh, by the way, happy birthday, Jaden."" Adam handed me a small package. "Ooh, thanks!" I opened it up. It was a dog collar with a little metal tag" with JADEN engraved on it. "I love it!" I put the collar on. "Does this" mean I'm your bitch now?" "You were always my bitch. You're Dad's bitch, too. Only now it's" official." "So if I'm your bitch," I said, thinking aloud, "That means I can eat all" my food out of a dog bowl on the floor." "And?" "And," I smiled happily at the thought of it, "if I'm a bitch, I can't" drink your soda out of the fridge anymore." "That's right. You'll have to drink either water or piss out of a dish" too." "That's not exactly what I was thinking, Adam." "What were you thinking, Jaden?" "Well, if I'm really a bitch," I was enjoying using the word `bitch', "if" I'm really a bitch you don't even need to put water down for me. I'll just" drink out of the toilet bowl." "You really are a smart boy, Jaden!" Adam said, patting me on the head. "I" didn't even think of that!" The bottle full of Cory's piss was really salty, and soon I was thirsty" again. I told Adam, hoping he'd have some piss for me. Instead, he pulled" into the first service station we saw. Then he went inside and asked the" attendant for the key to the rest room. "Okay, Jaden," Adam said, "remember what you told me. If you're really" thirsty, you know what you have to do." "But Adam!" I protested. "I only meant I'd drink from YOUR toilet! I'm not" drinking out of that nasty gas station toilet!" "You do it, Jaden, or I'll turn this car right around and drop you off back" at Mom's." "Oh, okay, I'll do it." Adam led me into the disgusting gas station men's room. He unlocked the" door and walked me in. The rest room smelled like it hadn't been cleaned in" years. I gazed at all the drawings of spurting cocks carved into the walls" and started to get horny. "Get on your knees and drink, Jaden." I got on my knees in front of the toilet bowl, which was cracked and" stained and had little pieces of dried shit crusted around the rim. I felt" a little sick. Doing this kind of stuff in my dad's house was one thing," but doing it in a public restroom was another thing altogether. Thousands" of men had used that toilet, and the whole thing disgusted me. I could see" my own face grimacing as I peered into the toilet bowl. "C'mon, Jaden, we aint got all day!" With that, Adam thrust my face into" the water. I had no choice but to lap it up like a dog. I lapped up the" water until I wasn't thirsty anymore. Then I told Adam I was done. "Aren't you gonna thank me for getting you something to drink?" "Thanks Adam, you're an awesome brother!" "Now take off your clothes." "Here? Now?" "Yes, Jaden. You know I can't let you wear your clothes when you're with me" and Dad. Keep your dog collar on, though." I sat on the toilet seat and began taking my sneakers and socks off. I" couldn't believe my brother was doing this to me. I handed each item of" clothing to my brother as I removed it. Soon I was standing naked in the" gas station men's room and my brother had all my clothing in his hands. "I'll be in the car, Jaden. Come out whenever you're ready." "But what if someone sees me?" "That's your problem, not mine. There's not a lot of people around. I'm" sure if you're careful you can make it to the car without anyone seeing" you. I'm going to return this key now." Then he walked out the door. I opened the restroom door a crack, peering through to see if it was safe" to walk out to the car. Adam wasn't parked too far away, and I could do it" without being seen, but there was a station wagon at the gas pump. The man" was pumping gas and his family was milling around the car, eating candy and" drinking soda they bought from inside the gas station. Go away, I thought to myself, go away. The family seemed to take forever to" leave. I waited and waited. Adam started to honk the horn. Another car was" pulling in. I decided to take a chance and make a run for it. As I bolted" out the door I ran right into a man who was carrying the rest room key and" the wooden block it was attached to. "What the fuck?" "P-p-practical joke," I stuttered. "My brother was playing a joke on" me. He's a real asshole." Adam honked the horn again. I bolted and ran for the car, hopping into the" front seat. I didn't say anything to Adam as we drove to Dad's house. Of course, it was" hard to talk with Adam's cock in my mouth. He made it clear to me that he" wanted my mouth on his cock for the rest of the drive. When we got home Dad showed me the guest list for my birthday party. On the" list were eight of my dad's drinking buddies and co-workers from the" furniture factory, and four of my brother's friends from his high" school. None of my friends were invited. I fell into my regular role of cooking dinner for Dad and Adam, bringing" them beers, rubbing their feet and sucking their cocks for them. I also" fell into my new role of being Adam's bitch. I wasn't always in the role of a dog. The only doggy things I really did" were eating my food from my bowl, (usually canned stuff like like beef stew" that looked like dog food, Adam would just open the can and dump it into my" bowl) drinking out of the toilet and having Adam take me for walks when I" needed to relieve myself. The rest of their time I could stand up and walk" around to do my chores, like cooking, cleaning, doing the laundry, waiting" on Dad and Adam, and sucking their cocks and drinking their piss whenever" they told me to. I still did sleep in my cage, though. I had a nice pile" of dirty underwear, socks and sweaty t-shirts to sleep on. Dad bought a lot of beer for my party. I was such a happy boy as I prepared" the food and snacks for the party. Adam had bought a little kiddie pool and" put it in the middle of the living room. He also picked up a few blank" tapes for his camcorder. I was happy to know he'd be taping the festivities" for me. I sat attentively in the kiddie pool as the guests started to arrive. Even" though it was my birthday party, the guests pretty much ignored me until" they needed to relieve their bladders. They drank beer, chatted, watched" the baseball game on TV and nibbled on the snacks I had prepared for them. Whenever a guest arrived, my dad encouraged him to help himself to the beer" and snacks, and then he would point to me sitting in the kiddie pool and" say, "and there's the urinal if you need to use him, if you wanna bust a" nut he'll take care of that for ya, too." I'd smile and wave to the guy. I had already serviced most of the men there before, and the newcomers knew" the deal. My dad's friends from the furniture warehouse were big men," mostly Italian, Polish and Puerto Rican. I loved the Puerto Rican cocks" especially; they were big and fat and uncut. I thanked each guy after receiving his piss. Some guys put their cocks in" my mouth and let loose, some guys liked to spray my face with it. One man" that I had never seen before was already ready for a blowjob. "So you're Claude's little cock whore," the man said as I unzipped his" pants. I was offended. "I'm not a whore. Whores do it for money," I informed the" man. "I do it cuz I love it." "You gonna show me how much you love the cock, then?" "That's right, sir." "You swallow, boy?" "Always." The man's dick tasted funny. It wasn't that it was dirty or pissy or" cheesy, I would have liked that. It just tasted, well, funny. Most cocks" taste kind of similar, but everyone's a little different. I didn't like the" way this guy's cock tasted, but since my Dad had worked so hard to plan" this party for me I wasn't going to ruin it by complaining. I forced myself" to get over his bad tasting cock and soon I began to enjoy it. He finished" by jerking himself off into my mouth. I sucked all twelve guys that night, some of them multiple times, plus my" dad and Adam. Adam spent most of the night filming me as I serviced those" cocks. I tasted a lot of cum that night. I definitely had my preferences. Adam's" friend Cole had the best tasting cum, and one of the Italian guys had the" worst. It was so bitter and acrid it was a chore to swallow it down. I saw Dad coming back from the kitchen with a beer. "Quick, Dad, come over" here!" I called to him. "Wassa matter, Jaden?" "Lemme drink your piss, Dad. Your friend Louie just came in my mouth and it" tastes awful! I need something to wash it down with!" "Sorry, kid. You already drank all the piss I have. I'll ask Cole. I think" he might have to take a leak." "Thanks, Dad!" In a few minutes Cole came back over to me. "Hey Jade, I hear you're" thirsty!" he laughed. "Yeah, Cole, give it to me, please!" I eagerly began to unzip his fly. I" couldn't wait to get rid of the bitter taste in my mouth. I was relieved" when Cole began filling my mouth with his piss, which was pretty mild" because he had been drinking a lot of beer. When he was finished I began" licking his balls. "If you want I can suck you off again," I said, nuzzling" the hair on his balls. "You know, kid, you're really wild! I already gave you a load today! I wish" I had a brother like you!" "Don't tell Adam, but your cum tastes even better than his! Even better" than Dad's!" "Thanks, I guess. I'll save up for the next time you're over here." All in all, I swallowed sixteen loads of cum, and drank quarts of" piss. When I would have to piss, I would piss on myself in the kiddie" pool. I was a real mess at the end. When the party was over Dad let me" towel myself off with a dirty rag, then I went to sleep in my cage. It was" the best birthday party ever. On Sunday afternoon, Adam got me ready to go home by taking me outside and" hosing me down. He let me use one of his cum-stained towels (yes, he did" have to jerk himself off during the week when I wasn't there to service" him) to dry off. "Okay Jaden, get in the car," Dad told me. I turned to Adam. "Where did you put my clothes?" I asked him. "Huh?" "Adam, where are my clothes? I need my clothes to go back home." "Oh, I threw `em all in the garbage can at the gas station. Didn't feel" like carrying them all the way to the car." "You what?" "Well, you didn't need them, did you?" "What am I gonna tell Mom? You threw away my new sneakers, too!" "I dunno. Tell her you fell in the mud or something." "Adam, find something that Jaden can wear so we can dump him off at his" mother's house" my Dad instructed, getting impatient. Adam went into the house and came out with his old Boy Scout uniform. "Here" ya go," he said. "Thanks, Adam. But what am I going to put on my feet?" Adam went back into the house and came out with his old pair of totally" trashed Airwalks. "Probably won't fit, but you can borrow `em." I picked up one of Adam's sneakers and stuck my nose inside. It smelled" kind of mushroomy. I liked mushrooms. I stuck my nose in deeper. The smell" of my brother's stinky sneakers gave me an instant hard-on. I was in" heaven. I knew I'd enjoy jacking off while sniffing them when I got home. "What do you say, Jaden?" Adam asked. "Thank you, Adam." "And?" "I love you, Adam. You're the best brother ever." My mom was very happy when she saw me. "You joined the Boy Scouts! That's" wonderful!" "Yeah, it was Adam's idea. He even let me wear his old uniform!" "That was really nice of your brother. You should do something special for" him sometime, too." “Oh, I will, Mom. I definitely will!”

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