WARNING! This is a demented tale created by an unbalanced mind. However, it is just that, a tale. A Fictional Story, wrong and sick as it may be, it never actually happened! Not one single person was harmed in the production of this story. This story contains Dark Themes. Slavery and Rape among others. If this isn’t your cup of tea, then Don't Read it! Or, if you're not of the age of majority where you live, Don't Read It! Otherwise, go ahead and read on, and I hope you enjoy.
Yours Fictionally, –RogueRambler


Can you spare a few bucks to help keep Nifty running?


Boy Stud
Chapter One

I had a normal childhood I guess. I mean, it was just Dad and myself (and Greta, our housekeeper). My mother died giving birth, which I somehow always knew, even if no one ever talked about it. At least they didn’t talk about it around me. And I guess I always did think that there were lots of things that they didn’t talk about around me, but...

My life was all I knew, and I’ve always said that I had a great childhood. I had a great adolescence too. Yet even back then, I knew that my life was anything but normal. But I sure as hell wasn’t going to complain, like I said, it was great, if not a somewhat strange. It all started one night at dinner, a few weeks before my twelfth birthday. We were sitting at the table, Dad, Greta and I, talking about our day, when Greta says, “I watched Adam here...” that’s me by the way, Adam Stone. I took a bite of potatoes, curious about what our housekeeper saw. She gestured my way, though it was clear that she was speaking to my father, “...down on his knees, sucking that boy, Billy’s dick like a two-bit whore.” I was horrified. I thought sure I’d locked my bedroom door. “Tommy,” (Greta was the only person I’d ever heard call my father Tommy, rather than Tom) “ I’ll tell ya, he didn’t spill a drop, or that Billy boy don’t pop a real big load yet, but which ever way it was, your boy sure did love drinking down whatever he got.”

I wanted to die. I couldn’t believe it. Nothing could have been worse. I stared at Greta, in shock, and even though everything inside me was telling me to look at my father, to see what his reaction was, but I just couldn’t look at him. There was a moment of silence. I finally did tear my eyes off Greta, but I looked down into my lap rather than at Dad.

It was my dad’s voice that broke the silence. “Greta,” he said and by his tone, he meant business, “go to your room until I come and get you.” I could remember very few times when I heard Dad speak to our housekeeper in such a tone. And I’d never heard him order her to her room. He’d asked her to leave the room a few times, but never treated her so child-like, by sending her to her room.

It took her a moment to stand, but she finally did with a, “Humph!” I knew was full of meaning. Then, just before she left the dining room, she turned back and said, “His exact words were, ‘Oh my god, Billy, your sperms taste so good, I can’t believe it. If I keep sucking it, will you give me more?’” She was right. I said those exact words a little over three hours previously. I prayed for a bolt of lightning to strike me, right then and there. Then Greta let out a big laugh and under her laughter she said, “Your little stud’s a cock-sucking fruit. How’s that for irony. And I hope he got-off too, so I don’t have to wash another one of his wet dream out of his shorts and sheets.”

My dad said three words, and if I’d ever heard his voice sound so scary, I don’t remember. He said, “Greta, go, now!” and I heard his chair push back and knew that he’d gotten to his feet. I had to look up. I’d never heard my dad talk to her in such a manner. He was pointing to the door, and she moved quicker than I’d ever seen, leaving me alone with my father, and Greta’s report of my cock-sucking hanging over us like a swarm of locusts. I looked toward my dad, but couldn’t look him in the eye. There was another moment of silence, when finally he said, “Adam, lets go down to my office and talk.”

I wasn’t allowed in his office. I’d never even seen inside it. The door was always locked. The room took-up half of the basement (or so I thought), the other half was used for storage and there was also a large laundry and utility area for Greta. Sometimes I knew Dad had spent the whole night down in his office, when he would come upstairs in the morning wearing the same clothes he had on the night before. I used to play down there occasionally when I was young, but the older I got and started exploring outside a bit more, I didn’t have a reason to go to the basement much.

Dad’s office seemed small when I first walked in. There was a desk and chair, a television on a table, a couple book-shelves and filing-cabinets, a long couch on one wall and that was it. Well, except for the big door on the back wall, with a key-pad next to it, like in some high-security building. Dad pointed to the couch and told me to have a seat. I did as told. Dad then took the chair from behind the desk and put in down just a few feet from where I sat.

“Son,” he said, I could feel him looking at me, but I couldn’t look back, “you know I love you, don’t you?”

Well, I might not have even been twelve-years-old, but I knew that an opening like that meant that the rest wasn’t going to be so pleasant. I nodded. I did know that my dad loved me. He was never shy about telling me, or even showing me with a big hug. But I was still sure that this wasn’t going to be a happy conversation. And his next question confirmed my fear (or so I thought). “Adam, you have to be completely honest with me now. I need to know if you think you’re gay.”

There it was. I knew it. He was going to send me away now. I just knew it. Just before I began to sob, I managed to eke out, “I don’t know.” And it seemed like before the first tear hit my shirt, I was enveloped in my father’s arms.

“Adam,” he cooed, “I’m so sorry it had to happen like this. Greta’s gonna wish she never.... Well, never mind about that. And maybe I should have asked a different way.” Then his hands were on my head and he forced me to look him in the eye, “Adam, do you like girls too?”

Well, I did. Maybe not quite as well as I liked other boys, but once in a while I thought about girls when I masturbated. “I think so,” I responded, between sobs. “But, you like boys too?” I didn’t speak, but nodded. My dad exhaled deeply and I could see relief on his face.

“Have you ever done anything with a girl?”

I shook my head to say, “No.”

“But you would like to sometime?” I couldn’t believe I was having this discussion with my father. I nodded. The inquisition continued. “When you jack-off at night, do you usually think about boys or girls?”

How the hell did he know what I did to myself at night? “Both,” I responded, which was a bit of a lie. I did fantasize about boys a bit more often than girls.

“Good,” Dad said, and pulled me back into his embrace.

A few minutes later, Dad stood and took his chair back behind the desk and sat down. “Son,” he said, “You’ve been making sperm for almost a year now, and masturbating for about nine months, right?” How the hell did he know. I nodded, feeling the tears start flowing again. “Have you ever messed around with any other boys, besides Billy?” I shook my head. “What all have you and Billy done together?”

I told him, with tears flowing down my face, that my friend and I had started masturbating together a couple months before, then we started stroking each other’s dicks, and only in the last couple weeks did we start sucking each other’s dicks. We sat in silence for a moment, Dad deep in thought, me still scared shitless.

“Ok, Adam,” he said finally. “Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble or anything. And I’m happy that you can be honest with me. There’s nothing wrong with liking to do stuff with other boys. Hell, I’ve sucked a dick or two in my time.” That shocked me. I mean, it shocked me! “But as long as you like girls too, there isn’t any problem.”

I thought that statement was a bit strange, but in an evening full of strangeness, what the hell did I know. He stood, came to me and gave me another big hug, telling me again that he loved me, then said that maybe I should go finish my homework and get ready for bed. It was early, but I wasn’t going to make any waves. But before we left, he went into one of the filing-cabinets and pulled out a couple magazines. “Here, son,” he said handing them to me. I looked down and realized that he’d just given me a small stack of dirty-magazines.

“Take these upstairs with you, and when you’re done with your homework, take a look at them. And over the next week, I want you to jack-off as often as you want, whenever you feel like it. And I’ll make sure that Greta stays out of your room, so you don’t have to worry about being interrupted.” I nodded, amazed that my dad had just supplied me with porn and given me free reign to masturbate whenever I wanted. He continued, “And I don’t think Billy should come over, at least not until after your birthday. Tell him that I’ve grounded you, if you want, but don’t tell him that I found-out what you’ve been doing.”

Then he took a deep breath and paused before going on, “But now, I have to ask you for an almost impossible favor.” I had no idea what to expect. But not what came out, “Adam, after next Sunday, I going to ask that you don’t jack-off, nor play-around with Billy.” Again, shock. “I know it will be hard, but it’s just for a week. From next Sunday until your birthday, the following Saturday. Now, I remember what it was like to be your age, shit, I used to get myself off half-a-dozen times a day. And if you absolutely can’t stand it anymore, go ahead, but try not to do it that much, especially later in the week. I promise you that in the end, it will be well worth it.” Well, I had a week to do whatever and however I wanted, before I would have to cease and resist. So I agreed.

Fuck the homework! The instant I was in my room (with the door locked, regardless of his promise to see to it that I wasn’t disturbed) I stripped naked and hopped on my bed with the magazines. One was all women, some solos, and a few spreads (so to speak) of girl-on-girl action. That one didn’t do much for me. There were a couple with guys and girls together, hardcore stuff, I’d never seen anything like it before. In one of those, I noticed that both the guys and girls seemed quite young, barely older than myself. I set that one aside and, when I saw the cover on the last mag in the stack, I couldn’t believe my eyes. On the cover there were two guys, one standing and naked, the other (also naked) on his knees and sucking cock...

I fell asleep covered in cum, drained and exhausted. And did the same each night for the next week. Billy was a bit miffed that he couldn’t come over after school, and he bought my story about breaking Dad’s stereo and being grounded. And all that week, Greta seemed a bit distant and I noticed she barely spoke to my father. Sunday night, my dad knocked on my bedroom door and asked me to give him the magazines, “I’ll give them back after your birthday,” he promised with a wry grin, “If you want them.”

The next week was hell. I thought that my problem with spontaneous erections was bad before... I managed not to get-off, however, I couldn’t resist playing with myself a little. Wednesday night I had a wet-dream. It was the first one I’d had since I figured-out how to make myself come.

Saturday morning I woke with a hard-on so painful I thought I was going to die, but it did finally go down enough for me to pee and then got hard again when I was in the shower. My dad took me and all my friends out to a movie, then for pizza and cake and ice-cream. We were home from dropping everyone off by five o’clock. Dad told me that it was time for him to give me my gift from him. He had a big smile on his face, and had been hinting around for the last couple weeks that I was going to love it. For the second time in my life, Dad took me down to his office in the basement.

“Adam,” Dad said when we got to his office in the basement, “There are two things we need to talk about before I give you your birthday present. First and foremost, I’m going to need you to promise that you’ll never tell anyone about it.” I started shaking my head and opened my mouth to say, “Sure Dad, I promise,” but he cut me off. “Now, before you answer, you need to know that I’m not kidding. If you agree and then you break that promise, well, let’s just say that you’ll probably regret it for the rest of your life.” So, what the hell was I going to do? I promised. Of course I did. “Great. Now, the second thing is, well, I need you to take-off your clothes.

Ok, two weeks before my dad gave me quite a variety of porn magazines and his permission to jack-off as much as I wanted for a week. Then he told me not to jack off for a week. And now, he’s sworn me to secrecy and wants me to get naked before he gives me my gift. So I stripped. I got down to my underwear, then with an encouraging nod from my father, I pushed those down too. I was nervous, and even though it seemed that my dick had been hard more than it had been soft in the last week, it was soft now.

Dad’s eyes moved up and down my body. He walked around me, looking me over, with a smile on his face. “I can’t believe how fast you’ve grown-up, son.” He stopped in front of me. I felt so small and insignificant, standing naked there in front of my dad. Then I noticed that his eyes were focused right between my legs. “Looks like you got my dick,” he said, chuckling. “How big does it get?”

Sure, Billy and I had measured our dicks. My boner was a lot bigger than Billy’s. His was only a little over four inches long and no bigger around than a quarter. Mine was just over six inches long and probably a little bigger around than a silver-dollar. I was too embarrassed, however, to tell my dad that I knew the exact measurements.

“Here boy, let me see.” And with that, he reached out and grabbed my dick. I felt a hot rush of blood and knew that it would be stiff within a few seconds. Dad gave my dick a couple strokes, and sure enough I got hard as a rock. “Damn, boy,” Dad actually sounded surprised. “It looks like you’ve inherited your daddy’s big dick. It’s almost as big as mine, and you’ve surely got a few years to grow yet.” That comment made my embarrassment falter and I felt some confidence and pride fill me. And, well, there was also the feeling of my dad’s hand on my dick. For some reason, it felt better than Billy’s. If he’d rubbed it any longer, I would have popped. It had been so long since I’d jacked-off and I was aching to come.

“Adam, you know in some cultures a boy becomes a man when he turns twelve. Tonight, you’re going to become a man.” He reached to the keypad beside the door and punched in a code. A green light lit at the top of the keypad and there was a click. Dad opened the big door, and I was so surprised at what I saw, my erection wilted quickly. There was a long hallway that appeared to t-off at the end, continuing beyond my sight. There were two doors on either side of the hallway, spread far apart, each with a keypad similar to the one Dad just used. The thought struck me that the hallway must have been at least twice as long as the house, so it must have extended under the yard, and further, maybe.

There was a glowing light, making everything seem rather yellow. As we entered, the big door closed behind us. I turned to look, and saw another keypad for entry back into the office. I followed dad down the hallway, and as we passed one of the doors, I know I heard something, or someone behind it. Walking, the hallway seemed longer than it had looked. I started to really wonder what was going on. What was this place? Had this been here my whole life? Right under my bedroom and I’ve never known about it. What did Dad do here? I’d only ever seen him and Greta ever go into his office. Well, and my uncles, Glen and Riley.

We got to the end of the hallway and Dad turned to the left at the ‘T’. I looked to the right and the hallway darkened before I could see how long it was. There was a bit more light in the direction we were headed. We went down the hallway a bit then Dad stopped at another door, complete with keypad. “The code is your birthday,” he said, pointing at the pad, “Month, day and year. Go ahead and punch it in, your present's inside.”

My finger was shaking as I pressed the numbers on the keypad. Except the first time I punched-in the current year, not the year I was born. A red light shined that time, and there was no click. Dad laughed and explained what I’d done wrong and told me to try again. This time the green light came on and I heard the click. “Happy birthday, Adam.”

I opened the door and, with my heart beating a mile-a-minute, I looked inside. It looked like a small apartment. The room had a cozy sitting area, a small kitchen, a big bed, and a curtained-off area that I assumed was a bathroom. The most amazing thing was that there were two kids, my age or a bit younger, just as naked as I was, sitting on the edge of the bed. They looked very much alike, although one was a boy and the other was a girl. I stared at the dark-haired, dark eyes, copper-skined, naked boy and girl a moment, then looked back to my dad.

He must have seen the confusion on my face, because he chuckled a moment, and with a quick glance at the two kids, he said, “Adam, I want you to meet Joe and Marie, they’re your birthday present.” I guess the confused look was still on my face, so Dad continued. “You said that you liked both boys and girls, so I got you one of each. They’re twins, brother and sister, I hope you like them.” there was a thought forming in my mind, amid the chaotic cloud of confusion. He went on, “Joe and Marie are here to do whatever you want with.” And with a wink and a nudge to my shoulder, he added, “And I mean anything.” The idea was becoming clearer, but I still didn’t believe it possible. Surely he wasn’t saying...

“Adam, son,” and with a hand on my shoulder, he guided me into the room. The door closed behind us and I heard the click, “when you walk back through this door, you will no longer be a virgin. Are you ready for that?” Holy Fuck! I shook my head numbly. “Go over and say, ‘Hi,’ to them.”

I slowly walked toward them. There wasn’t any more than maybe ten or twelve feet between us. They looked at me with somewhat vacant expressions on their faces. “Hi,” I said.

“Are you Adam?” The girl asked, her voice was high and sweet. Her hair was dark, thick and long, falling almost to the mattress she was sitting on. She had an exotic look to her, dark eyes, high cheek-bones and a dimple in her chin.

I nodded and mumbled affirmatively.

“It’s nice to meet you, Adam,” the boy said, with a tiny bit lower voice, but sweet sounding none the same. “I’m Joe.” He looked almost the same as her, except his hair was shorter and his eyes were bright blue. The contrast between his cinnamon-skin and dark hair, and those bright blue eyes was startling. He stood and extended his hand. He was a bit shorter than me, a bit skinnier, but I saw that he had a thicker patch of hair between his hips than I did.

“And I’m Marie,” the girl said, also standing and reaching out for me. Well, Joe didn’t let go of my hand, so she put her hand on both of ours, and for a moment, we stood there looking at each other. It was the first time I’d seen a real, live girl naked. And she looked good. Her boobs were still a bit small, but it was clear that they were on their way. And I was fascinated by the little dark-patch between her hips, and the crease in the skin below it.

“Adam,” it was my dad’s voice and at first it startled me. I guess I’d sort of forgotten he was there. “Joe and Marie are here to please you.” then at the dark-haired kids, “Aren’t you guys?”

“Yes sir,” they both said, in perfect unison, taking quick glances at my father, then looking back at me. The girl looked into my eyes and continued talking. The boy looked down my body.

“I’m glad you’re cute, Adam,” Marie said, “I can’t wait to feel your cock inside me.” I’m sure I blushed through a whole plethora of shades of red.

I looked at my dad. He smiled and asked, “Have you ever kissed a girl, Adam?” I shook my head. “Well, I know that Marie is a great kisser,” then he looked at her, “Aren’t you sweetie?”

She responded, with a huge smile, “Yes, sir,” then she looked back at me and said, “You can kiss me, if you want.” So, I did. And it was great. And before I realized what had happened, our naked bodies were pressed together and I felt my dick starting to grow. Marie felt it growing as well and after a moment, she broke the kiss and stepped back to see it. Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped.

“It’s really big,” Joe said, looking down also. I looked over to him, and his was hard too. The boy’s dick was maybe as big around as mine, but wasn’t nearly as long (although his foreskin dangled a bit more than mine did) and the head of Joe’s dick was somewhat flat or blunt, whereas mine was longer and more tapered.

“Can I touch it, Adam?” as one, both their voices rang-out in with a sing-song quality. I turned and looked at my dad. I’d never seen such a huge grin on his face and he nodded. So I nodded. Two soft hands gripped my hard dick and started feeling all over it. I cried-out and jumped-back. Joe and Marie both jumped-back too, sitting quickly back on the bed. I heard Dad chuckling a bit louder.

“That was close, wasn’t it son?” Dad asked under his chuckle. “I tell you what, let me help out a bit.” And with that, he told Marie to lay-down on the bed and, saying that since I’d already played-around with another boy, he told Joe to go sit in a chair. “Ok, Adam,” and the big grin was still there, “Hop up on the bed with her and do whatever you want. If you want to kiss her again, do it. If you want to touch her, touch her. My only advise is to try and keep your dick from touching her for a while. The longer you can go without blowing your wad, the better it’s gonna be.”

So I kissed Marie again. I leaned over her, careful to keep my dick away from her, and our lips pressed together. A moment later, she opened her mouth and I felt her tongue pressing at my lips. I heard dad’s voice, no longer chuckling and quite soft say, “Open your mouth, son, use your tongue.” So I did. And it was great. We kissed soft, then hard, shallow, then deep. And when I could take it no more, I backed away and took a deep breath. My dick felt harder than it ever had been before and it was throbbing. I very well might have come if I’d continued to kiss the young girl. Without even touching my dick.

Dad was chuckling again. “Maybe try sitting back and relaxing a bit, with a hand somewhere on her.” I chose her shoulder, but before long, I moved my hand over her skin, my eyes roaming even faster than my hand. “Go ahead, boy, touch her little titties, tell me how they feel.”

“They feel great, Dad,” I said, after getting my first feel of a girls chest, “Thank you.”

“Happy birthday, Son.”

I spent a good half hour exploring Marie’s body. Well, I guess I should say I spent about ten minutes on the rest of her body, and then twenty minutes exploring her pussy. I was fascinated. Dad sat back and coached me, “Pull it apart gently and get your first good look at a pussy, son.” I did. And once again, without even touching my dick, I about exploded. “Run your finger up and down it, right in the center.” It was hot and moist and I couldn’t believe I was touching a girl’s pussy. “She getting wet for you, Adam.” and she was. Moist just didn’t do it anymore. She was wet. “Slide your finger all through it, get it good and gooey,” I did, having an idea as to where it would lead. Sure enough, once I’d covered my finger in the wetness oozing from Marie’s pussy, my dad said, “See where the hole is, right there,” I aimed my finger at the spot, “Yeah, now push it in, slowly, gently.” I did and the warmth and wetness felt incredible. “Now pull it out, just a little bit, then stick it back in. Gently, Adam.” I pushed my finger inside her. I heard her take a deep breath. I looked from my finger in her pussy, to her face. Her eyes were closed and her face was, well, it was emotional. I can’t say what she was feeling, however whatever it was, it she sure seemed to be feeling it strongly.

My finger was just over half way in, when it bottomed out. I pushed at it, and Marie let out a little squeak. At the same time, I heard Joe move, and with a quick glance at him, saw that he was now staring right at us. Dad was sort of behind us, and out of my sight, but I knew he was watching everything I did. I was comforted that my dad was guiding me through this.

Joe’s presence, however, was a different story. He was just as cute as his sister. Cuter, even, with those big, blue eyes. And having those eyes watching me stick my finger in his sister’s pussy was, for some reason, only turning me on more. I pushed again at what I thought was the end of her vagina. And again, she let out a squeak.

“It won’t go in anymore than that,” I said, looking back to Dad.

“That’s her hymen, remember I told you what that was?”

“Oh, yeah,” it dawned on me.

“Do you remember what it means when a girl’s hymen is still intact?”

The dawning expanded and a big grin appeared on my face, “It means she’s still a virgin.” I poked my finger at the barrier one more time, a tad bit harder this time. Marie’s squeak was a bit louder. I looked at her face, and her eyes were open and she was looking at me. Again, I’m not sure what she was feeling, maybe a lot of things. I know that there were sure a hell of a lot of feelings running through me.

“Adam,” Marie’s voice was soft. She looked me right in the eye, spread her legs bit more and continued, “Will you please take my virginity?"

Like? Want more? Comments or criticisms? Send me an email -RogueRambler@ymail.com