Date: Fri, 8 May 2009 13:38:16 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Restitution 6 Sissyboy Restitution -- Part 6 By Beautiful Creamer One -- Tolerating the Intolerable As anyone who has been through a divorce knows, it's a shooting war. The woman abandons all pretence of civility, goes on the offensive and blasts away at the man. The man, usually surprised that his formerly delicate flower has grown fangs and claws, usually slides into the fetal position, emerging only when he feels it safe to gaze out upon his new landscape of financial Armageddon. That was the exact scenario that Greg Bulgewell had endured. One year after the ink was dry on his divorce, his ex-wife was still shoving the terms of the settlement up Greg's ass -- a nickel at a time. Greg's ex-wife Natalie was living in their former house with their two sons -- Nickie, age 13 and Luke, age 11. The boys went to the best private schools, wore the best clothes, ate the best food and had the best doctors. Natalie drove a Mercedes in the winter and a BMW convertible in the summer. She enjoyed a rich social life, dating golddigger gigolos the three nights a week that Nickie and Luke stayed with their father. In Greg's tiny, two-bedroom apartment. Eating supermarket pizza and boxed macaroni and cheese. Riding in Greg's 1995 Chevy Cavalier. Trying not to use too much gasoline. Greg could have probably endured the whole situation -- Natalie and the boys getting the gold mine and Greg getting the shaft -- except for two basic facts. 1) it was Natalie, not Greg, whose unfaithfulness engendered the divorce and 2) Nickie and Luke were really snotty about Greg's living conditions -- making snide little comments about how much better they lived at "Mom's." Natalie didn't work. Never had. Greg worked his manly, hairy ass off. So every penny Natalie and the boys burned through came from Greg's hard work -- not Natalie's It was an intolerable situation that Greg had tolerated. For far too long. It was time to demand restitution. Two -- The Daddy Strikes Back As spelled out in the divorce decree, Natalie brought Greg's boys to him on Friday at 6 p.m. He delivered them to their swanky, private school every Monday morning, then slogged off to his 70-hour work week, earning money for an ungrateful family. That Friday, things changed. For some time, Greg had been imagining what he would do to change the game. Still, it might have been some time before he carried through with any of his half-formed plans. Nickie set Greg off. Seconds after the boys entered Greg's apartment that memorable Friday night, Nickie said, in his snotty, entitled, rich-kid way, "When are you gonna move out of this dump, Pops?" Luke salted the open sore a bit by saying, "Yeah. We live so much better at home." As Popeye said, "That's all I can stands! I can't stands no more!" Cue the sailor theme. Focus on bursting can of spinach. Greg's facial expression changed from that of the harried Dad trying to do the right thing to a feral, red-eyed mask of vengeful virility. The boys gasped when they saw him. Had they pushed their father too far? Oh yes. "You ungrateful little vermin!" Greg hissed. "Who do you think pays for all your luxury while I live in squalor? Who do you think has to watch your mother poisoning your minds against me while she lives the good life and runs around with her fancy men?" The boys were definitely unnerved. Approaching scared. Greg went on. "You two are going to start paying me back. Now. And every time you visit. You're going to make restitution to me. In a big way." The boys were puzzled. How would they do that? They didn't have any money. Greg had a restitution plan though. And it didn't involve money. "Nickie, Luke, Drop those pants now! Now!!!" Oh! The boys had departed from "unnerved" and had reached the shores of "scared." Their cruel, impoverished father was going to spank them!!! No one spanked them. Ever. Mom and Pops had always tried to get the boys to take each parent's side in their hotly-contested war. Neither had wanted to discipline them. Their other relatives and grownups they knew treated Nickie and Luke as victims of a nasty divorce -- though it had only been their Mom who had been nasty. It appeared that they had finally pushed Pops too far. Maybe they could talk their way out of a spanking. Neither boy complied with the order to "depants." Both were trembling and four pretty eyes were welling up with tears. Nickie tried reason. Or at least charm. "Daddy [no more "Pops"], we're sorry. We didn't mean it. Please don't spank us. We'll be good." A standard, soon-to-be-broken promise that kids have made for eons. With a less than five percent acceptance rate by the imminent spanker. Another low growl from Greg, followed by, "GET THOSE PANTS OFF NOW!" The boys dropped their drawers. Standing half-naked in front of each other and their father. Crying softly in fear of what could have been richly-deserved punishment. Greg gave them a good looking over. He was pleased to see that the boys had pretty little cocks and nice little bags of goodies. "Turn around," he barked. The boys whimpered and complied. Bracing themselves for what they believed would be swats on their bottoms. Instead, they were, unknown to them, the object of their father's great admiration. What fantastic asses! Greg gulped when he saw them. Pink, plump and pretty -- the three-p's of pederasty. The boys were trembling and moving from foot to foot, anticipating a well-smacked ass. But their father wasn't through humiliating them yet. "Take the rest off your close off, right now -- shoes and socks too. NOW!" Daddy was going to spank them naked!!! The humiliation!!! The cruelty!!! When they told Mom about all this, Nickie told himself, she would get Child Welfare or somebody to put Daddy in jail. Had he thought it through, he would have known that Mom would NEVER cut off her income supply. But that was later. For the moment, Nickie and Luke were naked and primed for spanking. By their cruel beast of a father! "Turn around," Greg ordered, and when they did, he gasped. Snotty little ingrates though they were, Nickie and Luke were world-class sissyboy beauties. They were sniveling pathetically, holding onto each other for comfort. A spectacle made even more exciting to Greg by the sight of their three-quarters-erect, micro-penises. Restitution was imminent. The kind that would even make the divorce seem worth it. "What are you going to do to us, Daddy?" a tearful Luke asked. Daddy smiled. Or was it a leer? "Don't worry, boys. I'm not going to spank you or hit you in any way." The boys stopped sniveling, then looked at each other in befuddlement. "If you're not going to spank us," Nickie asked, "why are we naked?" Daddy undid his belt buckle, dropped his pants, then his boxers, exposing his massive, erect, hairy man pole to his panicked boys, "You're not getting a spanking; you're getting a spunking. I'm going to fuck you, my darlings." Three -- Three is not a Crowd Nickie was terrified! Had his father gone mad? Whatever happened to the docile, cowed man who saw himself as a victim of female cruelty? The kind of man a cute, manipulative son could dominate? Didn't this man know that he was supposed to just work, pay for everything, and stay out of the way? Didn't this man know that man-boy sex was WRONG and that incest made it way worse? Nickie was leaving; that was that. Going home. Walking if he had to. With a stop at the local police station to turn his father in. A good plan. Except for the fact that Nickie was completely naked. And his Daddy had taken his and his brother's clothes and locked them in a closet. Daddy was a beast! A pederastic, incestuous beast! It was a disgusting, horrifying situation, made worse by the fact that his little, boy cock was stiff and drippy. And there was no way to hide it from his beastly father. A glance at Luke told Nickie that his 11-year-old brother was similarly aroused; and Luke didn't appear to be in nearly as much mental distress as Nickie was, now that a spanking was off the table. At 13, Nickie was only just beginning to think about sex. Some of the girls in his fancy school would give him "the look" now and then. That was mildly arousing to him. Unless he was imagining it, some of the boys in his school were giving Nickie "the look" too. As were some of his male teachers. That was, despite Nickie's self-denial, a bit more arousing to him. But why was his cock so hard in this degrading, humiliating, disgusting situation? And why was Daddy's cock so hard? And hairy? And drippy? And [gasp] huge? "Daddy, you can't do that!" Nickie was able to whimper out. "Oh, yes, I can, my pretties. I'll fuck both of your pretty bottoms, make you squeal and cum. Drench your bowels, rest a while, then fuck you both again. All weekend long. And the weekend after that too. You and your mother wrecked my life. Since way before the divorce, I've had no sex at all. I can't afford to take a woman to McDonald's, let alone take her to dinner and then to bed. If I ever got her back here to fuck her, she'd look at this place, figure I'm a loser, and bolt. I need sex and you need to make restitution to me. "Don't think your mother will stop me. She won't do anything about it. She wants me to stay out of jail and supporting her. I'm going to sit in that threadbare easy chair and have my cock sucked as a nice appetizer for a spunk-filled weekend. Who's going to get onto his pretty knees and suck my cock first?" Nickie sobbed in fear. How had this "animal" taken over Daddy's body? Maybe Nickie could lock himself in a bathroom until Monday morning, then call the FBI or Jack Bauer or somebody. He was looking for a way to do just that when he heard Luke say, "I'll suck your cock, Daddy. You're right. We've been little shits to you. We should make restitution." What!?!?!?!?!? Had his little brother been kicked in the head by a mule? Worse -- was Luke GAY? As Nickie watched in fascinated terror, his naked little brother sank to his knees between Daddy's legs and began kissing Daddy's skinned-back, almost-purple cockhead all over. Nickie's Daddy and brother had both been moonstruck or something. Was it a full moon? It wasn't even dark yet. Maybe if Nickie just waited a few hours, it would all pass. And Nickie and Luke could just go back to the way things were. Which was way better, right? Except... The beautifully naked Luke was on his knees, between Daddy's legs. Holding his Daddy's stiff cock in both hands and kissing Daddy's leaking cockhead. You don't come back to "normal" very easily from that. Nickie cried out at the horrible sight! "Luke, Daddy, stop! Please!!! We'll be good to you, Daddy, but we won't do sex things with you." Luke stopped kissing Daddy's cock for a moment. He looked at Nickie, then at Daddy, then back to Nickie. "Speak for yourself, Nickie," Luke said. Then he resumed his sweet assault on the paternal cockhead. Licking it this time with slow, wet tongue-strokes. Nickie was in despair. Sobbing loudly as he watched his brother debasing himself and his father moaning in sexual pleasure. Despite all their sins against him, Daddy loved his boys. So it hurt him to see Nickie sobbing in fear and hopelessness. So Daddy held out his arms to Nickie, inviting him to the paternal arms, then lap. Almost reflexively, Nickie accepted both gracious invitations. Allowing Daddy to comfort him. Hug him. Sweetly. A father comforting his son. But it was a bit more complicated than that. Everyone was naked. There was a lot of naked flesh on naked flesh. And Nickie's younger brother was by then sucking, as well as kissing and licking their father's cock. Nickie felt better in Daddy's arms. A little better anyway. He tried not to look at Luke's disgusting disgustingness. Nickie had to admit that he sort of liked Daddy's arms around him. And his hairless, boyish bottom on Daddy's hairy, muscular thigh. He knew his Daddy was enjoying the "blowjob" Luke was giving him and wondered where Luke had learned to do that so well. He also wondered why, he had to admit to himself, Luke had never offered Nickie one of those "blowjob" things when they were alone. He was thinking and wondering so many things that Nickie didn't see it coming when his Daddy kissed him! Right on the lips! In a loving, but totally gay manner! Nickie squirmed a little when he felt Daddy's lips on his. Then Daddy's tongue was in his mouth. It was...what could Nickie call it?...It was...thrilling! Despite everything, Nickie relished the kiss. And Daddy knew it. First when the boy didn't resist Daddy's lips on his. Then when he submitted to Daddy's probing tongue. So Daddy went for the full monty. Gently, Daddy laid the fingers of his right hand on Nickie's stiff, aching prick. Nickie gasped throughout the tonguey kiss he was "enduring." No one had ever touched his "privates." It was almost painfully thrilling to feel Daddy's hand there. Pulling back his boyish foreskin, then rubbing the tender, drooling peehole with his big thumb. All this while his Daddy was kissing him...and Luke was sucking Daddy's cock. Even Nickie had to admit that it beat their usual Friday nights of boxed mac and cheese and non-cable, non-HD television. Nickie felt so helpless and vulnerable. Which, as Nickie would learn, suits a sissyboy to a tee. Powerless to resist his carnal instincts or his father's lewd liberties, Nickie felt strong pangs of imminent pleasure -- all over his midsection. After three sharp warnings, Nickie felt the knife blade of ecstasy rip into him from his curled toes to his erect nipples. The boy squealed in sissyish rapture as he pumped the first sperm globs of his 13-year-old life straight up, then onto Daddy's skilled hand and wrist. Nickie was so ashamed! And totally humiliated! And more delighted than he had ever been in his life. Daddy was elated that he had given Nickie pleasure, despite the boy's reluctance. He looked forward to fucking him and hoped that Nickie would hem and haw and resist and protest, but then settle in for the greatest of any boy's life experiences. It's more fun when you seduce them. But it's still fun when they seduce you. Luke's outstanding, eager fellatio, as well as Nickie's enthusiastic first orgasm gave Daddy's brain (like the rest of us, his most powerful sex organ) that little shove that told his testicles they could release their cargo. Daddy cried out, "ohhhhh!" then exploded in his younger son's slurping mouth. It was a discharge that was more than a year in the making -- though he had "dallied" now and then with the occasional issue of "Sissy Boy" magazine. Looking at those well-fucked, cream-drenched little dolls and dreaming about making his sons pay for their "sins." Nickie broke his post-orgasmic kiss with Daddy and watched in fascination as he viewed his first "man's time." He saw Daddy "frost" his brother's face with a white liquid so thick, it could be hermetically packaged and sold as whipping cream. Shockingly, Luke didn't flinch as his face was pelted with steaming Daddy juice. He made a surprisingly good effort to swallow some of it, then went back and keenly licked up as much errant sperm as he could locate. Perhaps Nickie didn't know his brother quite as well as he thought he did. Luke licked Daddy's platter quite clean, then did a very odd thing. He kept licking and sucking Daddy's limp cock for about 20 minutes, during which he achieved a respectably good version of a reinvigorated prick. But reinvigorated for what? "That was fantastic, Luke," Daddy said. "Thank you so much." Then he drew Luke to his lap and kissed the boy for quite some time. Making Nickie, who had moved off Daddy's lap after he spunked, a bit jealous. He didn't want more "sex stuff" from Daddy. Not really. But he didn't want Luke getting all the attention either. Still, there was no way Nickie was volunteering when Daddy broke the kiss with Luke and asked, "So, who wants to be fucked first?" Nickie shrank back. He didn't want that big monster cock of Daddy's in his tiny asshole! It would kill him. So why was he disturbed when Luke quickly said, "Me, Daddy. Please fuck me first." Hmmmppphh. Luke always got away with things, being the youngest. He would even get more raisins in his raisin bran than Nickie did. It was a good thing Nickie didn't want to be fucked. Luke could do that with Daddy all he wanted. Daddy smiled and hugged Luke. "Good boy! Plus, it's only fair. You haven't even cum yet. So I owe you one. No worries about that, boys. You'll both cum at least ten times each this weekend. Now, Luke, lie on your back on the bed and lift your knees. I'm going to lubricate and dilate you with my fingers and this great stuff called `Spermbutt.' You watch too, Nickie. You're next. Unless you want to suck my cock first." Nickie was sick to his stomach. And stiff as an extra-heavy-starched shirt collar. Four -- All the way Nickie's cock betrayed him again when he watched his father and brother make love. Though he should have been limp as unwatered begonias, he was stiff and drippy during the whole disgusting business. He could have left the room -- watched baseball or something on Daddy's miniscule, rabbit-eared TV. But the big show on Daddy's bed had drawn him in. Luke was squealing for sissyboy joy when Daddy slathered Spermbutt anal lubricant on two of his thick fingers and slid them into little brother's impossibly tight anus. Daddy moved his fingers around a bit, found what he was looking for, then said to Luke, "That's your prostate I'm rubbing, Honey. Some people call it a `boy's place' because it's the center of a boy's naughty pleasure. Do you like when I rub it like this?" Nickie noticed that Luke's eyes were wide and he had forgotten to breathe. Somehow he managed to squeak out a response. "Yes, Daddy. It's very nice. Don't stop." Daddy didn't stop. In fact, he lay next to Luke, then leaned over and kissed his younger son's sweet lips as he fingerfucked him. Luke was grunting and yipping through the kisses and then, to both brothers' amazement, though Luke's cock was untouched, his back arched, he moaned loudly and ejaculated helplessly all over himself. Poor Nickie. He gasped loudly at the amazing sight of his brother's moist bliss. Wondering for the first time whether he should submit to something so obviously ecstatic. No matter how "wrong" it was. Daddy kept moving his fingers around inside Luke throughout the pre-teen beauty's "boy's time." To Nickie's unpracticed eye, Daddy appeared to be "widening" Luke's tight tininess for an imminent invader. Nickie was right. He didn't want to be right. He was still hoping that Daddy would relent. Let the boys get dressed while he attended a PA (Pederasts Anonymous) meeting. But no. Daddy pressed his advantage. Luke was relaxed from his monster cum. Daddy had lubricated and dilated the young, virginal lovely as much as possible. Best of all, Luke wanted his Daddy to fuck him. Daddy rolled Luke onto his stomach, then slid two large pillows under the young boy's hips. Elevating the sweet target. Nickie's cock twitched when he saw Luke's wet, semi-dilated asshole. No wonder Daddy wanted to fuck Luke, Nickie thought. That asshole cried out for a cock. Nickie wondered: would Daddy be as enthusiastic about fucking him? Was Nickie as pretty and appealing as Luke? Or would Luke still be getting all the attention? Then Nickie blushed and scolded himself for such sinful, stupid thoughts. Nickie stopped thinking and watched his father fuck his brother. At least try to fuck him, since there was no way that monster was going into that tiny cave. Daddy knelt behind his younger son, muttered either a prayer of thanks or a prayer asking for forgiveness, then rubbed his drooling peelips against Luke's wrinkled anus. Making the boy pant. And push his ass backward in an attempt to get more cock. You can't teach cock hunger like that, Daddy thought. It has to be genetic. Though he knew it hadn't come from his wife. Daddy gave Luke some of what he craved. The man slid the full knob of his cock into his son's ridiculously tight pootie. Luke had vowed to himself that he wouldn't scream. He broke that vow. Loudly. Causing Nickie to consider calling 911. Daddy took that scream, which he knew was inevitable for the first "big thing" in one's butt, as an invitation to proceed. Luke's attention was on his scream, not on Daddy's cock, so Daddy pushed the rest of his monster all the way in. With one smooth, Spermbutt-aided stroke. Thank you, Spermbutt. Luke didn't scream a second time. He whimpered a bit, then turned his head to look at Daddy with tear-filled eyes and ask, "Is it all in now, Daddy?" Daddy nodded and said, "Yes, Baby. Its all in. I'll let you get used to it, then we'll fuck. You'll enjoy it. Daddy promises." "Thank goodness, Daddy," Luke said. "I couldn't take one more quarter-inch. I'm stuffed." For his part, Nickie was in semi-shock. He couldn't believe his brother was still breathing. Let alone apparently enjoying himself. Against his better judgment, Nickie tentatively felt the "connection" between Daddy and Luke. Assuring himself that what he thought he saw was real. Without mirrors or strings. He slid his hand along Daddy's pubic hairs and felt all around the base of Daddy's cock and Luke's frighteningly distended bumhole. Daddy smiled at Nickie. "Satisfied?" A bewildered Nickie nodded. "Good," Daddy said. "Though you're not half as satisfied as you'll be when I fuck you later." Nickie pulled away in terror. 911 was still an option. But then the reluctant sissyboy watched as Daddy fucked his brother. Putting his full weight on the boy's back. Dominating him. Mastering him as he pushed that beefy bayonet in and out of Luke's stretched hole. Luke was squeaking and moaning and making the noises a sissyboy makes when he's having his pleasure. Which convinced Nickie that Daddy wasn't the heartless, ravenous beast Nickie thought he was. Maybe he was a ravenous beast, but he wasn't heartless. Luke was getting so mush pleasure that it almost looked as if what they were doing was based in love more than lust. Though that line gets a bit blurry sometimes. Daddy and Luke fucked for an excellent, noisy, wet, energetic 32 minutes. During which Luke spurted twice, Daddy once and Nickie, yes, Nickie spurted once. He couldn't help it. Daddy was so masterful and his fucking was magnificent. Nickie surrendered. To his lust. To his Daddy. To his true nature. When a sweating, spent Daddy rolled off of Luke and kissed Luke gratefully, Nickie asked, "Fuck me next, Daddy. Please!" Daddy smiled. Daddy's going to need some help first, Pumpkin. I know my cock is covered with cum and your brother's anal juices, but if you suck it for me, and get me stiff, I'll fuck you good and proper. After I lick out that pretty bottomhole of yours. Deal?" Nickie smiled. Confident in his destiny at last. And eager to make restitution. "Deal, Daddy," Nickie said. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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