Date: Wed, 17 Feb 2016 22:06:24 +0000 From: Bruce Demosthenes Subject: Dominated by the boy next door 38 Try to give $1 per rope of cum you shoot reading my stories (any more ask them to send the balance to me). This is where you contribute: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Two weeks went by and I didn't hear from Peter (or Ian) and that was fine by me. While I missed having real sex I had two videos of Peter and me, one with sound, and I jacked off every night over one of them, depending on whether I wanted to re-live being fucked in my mouth or the ass. I knew I should delete these videos as they were evidence of me breaking the law but they were so hot. I, who had been a top most of my life and, as a gay man had been relatively cautious and reserved, was jacking off daily watching video of me being fucked by a minor. But what a gorgeous minor. The blond curly hair, the smooth hairless skin except for his blond pubes and that big perfectly proportioned cock. I found myself occasionally thinking of David when I watched the video of Peter fucking me bent over the dinning room table. David had been the first to fuck me in that position and location. I wondered if I would get to have sex with him again and I even found myself thinking that if I do I should ask Peter for the nanny cam so I could record it. That, of course, was silly. It would be wrong to record David having sex with me without his knowledge. And while I would only use the film to jack off watching, if Peter got a hold of it who knew what he would do with it. There were two films of me with Peter out there that could land me in jail. And there were two films of me with his father. I could only wait for the shoe to drop when Peter finally decided to use the film of me with his father for whatever purposes he actually had in mind. I didn't believe the film of me with his father was to show to his oldest brother or, if it was, how that wouldn't end up blowing up in all of our faces. And if things blew up they would find the two films of me and Peter and I would go to jail. There was nothing I could do about any of these things. I had long ago resigned myself that I was not in control of my life. I had surrendered it to the 16 year old boy next door. On Friday when I came home that 16 year old boy was in my living room. He was sitting in the same armchair he had fucked my mouth two weeks earlier (I quickly put what else had happened in that chair out of my mind). I sat in the armchair facing it. What now? I had done what he had asked; he had the video of me and his father. I had done everything Peter asked of me. What had he thought of next to make me do? "David showed the video to our brother," said Peter, filling me with nervousness as there was no way that could have gone well. "David says Paul was unfazed. He didn't think there was anything wrong with dad using some fag's ass if it was offered to him. Seems there were guys in the dorms when he was in first year, a couple of his engineering classmates and one of his friends, who occasionally fucked an openly gay guy who lived in residence and who was willing to do anyone. I guess it isn't just you, all gay guys are whores. So Paul wasn't shocked. He just said it wasn't something he would do." He had just said 'Paul wasn't shocked'. Had this been about shocking his brother, who he had said looked up to their father? I still didn't understand what this boy's motivation was. Why he was so intent on getting me to have sex with others in his family? Whatever his motivation I had to admit that things went better than I expected. I had worried that Peter was going to use the film to humiliate his father or blackmail him. I had worried that if he showed it to his older brother, who he had said was homophobic, that this would blow up in a dramatic way with his oldest brother confronting their father or telling their mother. Paul Jr.'s healthy reaction would suggest that the video (which I had not watched beyond the first scene) was nothing Paul Sr. could be embarrassed by (it was still cheating on his wife but it was cheating by taking advantage of an opportunity that was offered to him). "Well, you tried," I said, relieved this was over. I had never understood his interest in getting his oldest brother (and especially his father) to have sex with me. But now this game was done. I would just have to wait for the next game Peter came up with, which probably would be worse. "We didn't succeed," Peter said, clearly disappointed. Was the 'we' him and David or me and him? Whatever he meant by it, there was no 'we'. This had always just been Peter. "Well it just isn't his thing," I answered. "Some people have things they just won't do. People set limits they won't cross." "You had limits before you met me," Peter said. I blushed. It was true. I had a limit that I wouldn't have sex with someone under 18 and I had crossed that the first time I had sucked Peter's cock. I didn't deep-throat and now I did that instinctively. I hadn't been a bottom and now that is the only thing I think of doing. I would have never agreed to make a sex tape and there few four of me out there, bottoming and deep-throating (five if you count the initial video Peter took of me sucking his underage cock). In fact, Peter had made me cross so many limits I couldn't count them all. He had broken me. Is that what this was all about? Was he trying to force everyone he knew break their limits? I had been debating for a while whether he was just a narcissist or if he was a sociopath. If these were only games to make people he knew to do things they didn't want to do, to break them like he had broken me, then that was the sign of a sociopath. "Follow me," he ordered. I got up and followed him up the stairs to my office. He pulled a USB key out of his pocket and, as he logged onto my computer, I wondered what he was going to make me watch. I had copies of the two nanny cam videos of me and him (I had been jacking off to them for the last two weeks). I had no interest in watching the video of me and his father. Was he going to make me watch it so he could point out what I had done wrong? I had done it twice now just to get one film what Peter had thought would convince his brother to have sex with me and it hadn't worked. There are no pointers he could give me to make it better. I had hated it. I had let his father fuck me in spite of it hurting and my not finding his father appealing. I had done it in exchange for him deleting the video of me climbing onto Ian's back and sinking my adult cock into his 13 year old ass, and I had hated every second of it. I vowed never to do it again no matter what Peter asked of me. I would do anything for this boy but I would not have sex again with his father. That was a non-starter. "There is nothing I could have done differently in the video with your father that will make your brother want to do something he doesn't want to," I said. Peter didn't answer. He just directed me to sit in the chair and watch. As the video started there on the screen was Ian and me. Not the video from his phone when I had entered young Ian's ass for the first time, which Peter had agreed to delete and made a point of doing in my presence in exchange for my agreeing to get fucked by his father. This was a video of my romantic and intimate private romp with Ian alone in my bed. There on the screen was a 13 year old boy sitting on my cock, which was incriminating enough, but halfway threw I flipped the little boy on his back. I not only was have sex with a clearly underage kid but I looked like the aggressor. Every time I put his legs on my shoulders, given our different ages and body sizes (I actually had to lean down to kiss his feet), I looked like I was forcing myself on a child. What was worse is, unlike the videos of Peter and me, which was in colour and very clear, this was in black and white and grainy. It looked like illegal kiddy porn, making what I was doing look 10 times worse (if there is something worse than what I was actually doing). I was disgusted. I was sick to my stomach. I would have been grossed out if I was watching a video like this of an adult and a 13 year old kid. But this was me on the film. I was the one who was making me disgusted. How had Peter filmed this? It was not the quality of his nanny cam. But it was filmed from my dresser it seemed based on the angle. Had I forgotten the teddy bear nanny cam was in my room? Peter had taken the USB from it after the night with his father to download the footage. He had left with it in his hand, hadn't he? Had Peter put the USB back in the nanny cam and switched it on? Did he know I was going to have sex with Ian? Had he been suspicious what I got up to behind his back? Surely he didn't care enough about me to give a shit about what I did, even if I did feel like I was cheating on him each time I had been with Ian behind his back. "I own your ass," Peter said. The way he said it he didn't mean he owned my ass and I wasn't to share it. This wasn't an acknowledgement of the past. It was a statement about the future. Now it was clear why he had been so willing to delete the film on his camera of me entering the 13 year old boy who was being fucked on the film playing my computer monitor. He had this film which was much more incriminating. We both knew the implications of this video. Broken I nodded. Peter had owned me before. He had incrementing video of me already and I had the hots for him and would do most things for him without him having to threaten me with blackmail. But this film on the screen of me actively fucking a 13yo meant I couldn't say no to anything he demanded of me. Was Ian in on this? Maybe not, I had been so caught up in the moment I hadn't thought about the teddy bear nanny cam on the dresser. Maybe Ian was in on this. These boys were friends. The glimmer of affection and (I hoped) love I thought I felt from Ian could have been a sham. Had I been set up? Whatever these boys motivation I was screwed. I had started by sucking a 16 year old in a moment of weakness that Peter had filmed and now there was video that I had actively fucked a 13 year old. I was fucking a kid right here on my computer screen! A jury would convict me just seeing this video and once in prison I would be raped repeatedly or even killed. I hear prisoners hate child molesters. I was a child molester, or at least I looked like one on this video. And why was this video in black and white and so grainy? All the other videos from the nanny cam were in colour. Peter must have altered it to make it look more awful than it was (and me fucking a 13 year old is dramatic enough). He had intentionally made it worse. He had created a video that would send me to jail. Even if Peter had altered the film, it was my own fault. I was on film willingly fucking a 13 year old kid on his back with his legs up in the air (I had to lean down to kiss the soles of his feet as I fucked him his underage body being so much smaller than mine). And, due to the graininess, you couldn't tell from the video he was enjoying it or wanted it. It was just a film of an adult fucking a kid. While it was grainy you could make out that it was me and it was Ian. It was me fucking 13 year old Ian. Peter already owned me. He knew I would do anything for him. I worshiped his body and loved taking his cock (rough or gentle) down my throat or up my ass. He knew I would do anything for him without blackmail. He had a video of my sucking his cock the first time we had sex and had barely needed to use it in his games. What was his game now? This seemed to have something to do with his oldest brother but for the life of me I couldn't figure out what he was going to make me do that he needed such serious blackmail. "I want you to fuck my dad on camera," said Peter. Peter and David had suggested my getting fucked by their father was a way to get their brother to have sex with me. While I had been sceptical about the plan, and I didn't want to have sex with that man, I had been turned on by the possible outcome. I loved the idea of having sex with all three of the boys I had seen that fateful day when they were moving furniture into their home. I had let their father fuck me on film and it hadn't worked (and thankfully hadn't blown-up). "We tried that already," I said. "It didn't work." "No, we tried my dad fucking you, I want you to fuck him," said Peter. How would fucking Peter's dad advance anything? This had morphed into something different. Was Peter trying to humiliate or ruin his dad? Was he trying to humiliate his brother? I was now convinced Peter was a sociopath. I wanted to object but I was helpless. On my computer was playing a video he had of me actively fucking a kid; a black and white grainy video that looked like kiddy porn with me as the star. And if he was a sociopath, how do you reason with a sociopath. "What do need me to do?" was all I could say. END OF CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT