Date: Sat, 11 Mar 2006 19:20:24 -0600 From: Mini Tower Subject: Jimmy Goes Down and Rises Up, Chapter 8 JIMMY GOES DOWN AND RISES UP by Mini Tower FOREWORD This story is fiction. This story is copyright 2006. This story contains graphic sexual material, including depictions of non-consensual homosexual sex. I have separated this story into chapters for ease of reading. I will post chapters over time to build suspense (there are fourteen chapters in total for anyone who wants to wait until all chapters have been posted). If you are under eighteen or it is illegal for you to read this material in your local jurisdiction, please go elsewhere. This story incorporates concepts that I have read in other stories. I am grateful to and thank all the great authors that have inspired me to write this story. Any problems with this story, however, are entirely my fault. I have published this story to share my work with others for entertainment purposes. I strongly encourage any comments - positive or negative. Although short comments are appreciated, the more detail the better. Send all comments to mini- tower@hotmail.com. CHAPTER 8 Once we got back to the children's wing, I told them to clean themselves. I wanted them to shower together and shave each other's body hair. They also needed to clean their insides with enemas. I wanted a couple of smooth clean little boys. They took their time trying to put off the inevitable. I did not mind. I enjoyed the anticipation. While they showered, I undressed. When they finally came out of the bathroom, I was sitting in a chair. I said, "Bobby, you can go first. You know what to do." He got on his knees in front of the chair and started to bring his mouth to my penis. I told him to stop and that while I knew he was excited to start servicing his new master, there would be plenty of time for that later. No, I wanted him over my knees first. I spanked him as hard and long as I could. I wanted him to break down. When I was done spanking him, I whipped him. Then I strapped him and paddled him and caned him. I had carefully bought implements with materials that would not cause permanent damage but would hurt when applied properly. By the end, he was crying like a baby. I told him that now he could honor me with his mouth. He gave me an unskilled blow job between his sobs, but I did not mind. I was enjoying the look of humiliation and pain on his face as I moved my hips back and forth into his mouth. I told him that if I felt any teeth, I would rip his balls off. When I came, he knew better than to spit it out and swallowed it all. I was so excited that I stayed hard in his mouth. I told him to get it as wet as he could because he knew what was coming next. He pulled back so that my dick fell out of his mouth and started pleading, "Please don't fuck me. I'm not gay. I don't want to be fucked in the ass. Only faggots get fucked in the ass, and I'm not a faggot. I'm sorry for what I did to you. Please forgive me. I'll suck you off. I'll do anything. Just please don't fuck me." "Boy," I said to him, "do you understand the irony in what you just said to me? Those are pretty much the same words I said to you over two years ago when you fucked me the first time. I guess you don't remember. They were not the exact same words, but basically the same sentiment. I begged you not to fuck me. I told you that I was not gay and did not want it. I told you that I would do anything else. Do you remember what you told me?" Bobby remained silent. "You told me that I had nothing to offer you because you could take whatever you wanted and what you wanted was my ass. Well guess what, payback is a bitch and so are you. Now my hard-on is getting dry. Wet it down and then turn around for the fucking of your life." Bobby soaked down my dick with his saliva as best he could. Then he turned around on his hands and knees and tried to brace himself for what was to come. I spread him open and spit on his asshole. I stuck one finger in a tried to loosen him up. I put two fingers in and stretched his ass as best as I could. I was getting impatient, so I pulled out my fingers and put the tip of my cock at his hole and applied pressure. Bobby started to scream, but I just kept on going at a slow and steady pace until I bottomed out. The sensation was like nothing I had ever experienced. The only thing that had ever brought me to orgasm had been my hand, an on a few occasions, the hand of a girl either experimenting with my body or trying to humiliate me. Now my dick was being massaged on all sides by Bobby's rectum. The incredible feelings of physical and psychological satisfaction were almost more than I could process. I had just emerged from hell and admitted to heaven. I was receiving physical pleasure from and humiliating the boy that had almost destroyed my life. If that moment was not justice, then justice never existed. I started to fuck Bobby like a madman. I was having my first fuck and it felt good. His hole was tight and warm and caressed my penis as it slid back and forth in his taut tunnel. I knew fucking would feel good, but I had no idea that the physical sensations would be this good. Every thrust back and forth sent waives of glorious rapture through my penis. That moment in time was as perfect for me as a moment could be. I learned later that sex comes in two basic categories. There was sex that grew out of mutual attraction and affection. Then there was sex that arose out of power and dominance. I think anyone could easily guess which type of sex I was having with Bobby. Nevertheless I was enjoying the power, and I was enjoying the dominance. Eventually I would learn to appreciate and prefer romantic sex. But at that moment in my life, the only thing that I needed was authoritarian sex involving my penis penetrating Bobby's rectum. My dick felt good, and my brain felt good. I was giving this bully who had tortured me for over two years a small taste of what his life would become. After fucking him doggy style for a while, I made him get on the bed face up with Billy holding his legs back. I watched his face as I pounded my tool in and out of his hole. It was a look of pure horror. He was not enjoying any part of this. Although his screams died down over time, the whimpering kept going. I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Do you also remember what you said to me the first time you fucked me? You told me how no one ever forgets his first. No matter how many other dicks go in this ass, and believe me there will be others, you will always remember me as your first. Do you remember what else you told me? You told me that I would always be your bitch because your cock was the first one up my ass. Well bitch, who is the bitch now? I think it's clear that you're me bitch and always will be. Oh, one more thing, congratulations on finally losing your anal virginity." Bobby's look of horror on his face became even more tortured as I said these words to him. Of course, that virginity was one that Bobby never intended on losing. When I finally came in his ass, I shouted out in triumph while he cried in anguish. I stood back, and he got on his knees and cleaned my penis with his mouth. He looked like he was getting nauseous, and after finishing cleaning my dick he threw up. I made him lick up the vomit and get into the bathroom to clean up. Once in the bathroom, he threw up again, but this time I let him vomit in the toilet and flush it. He was more miserable then he ever thought possible. Now it was Billy's turn. I gave him a spanking and whipping, but nothing like what I gave Bobby. I was pretty boned up and didn't want to take the time, but I also did not have any interest in hurting Billy as much as Bobby. Billy seemed to just want to be accepted by his brother and never really tried to hurt me. After two ejaculations in a row, I would have thought my penis would have deflated. But I was so excited about getting justice that I remained hard. Billy came over and started sucking me. His actions were completely different than his brother's. Billy sucked me with as much energy and enthusiasm as a person could muster. He was still an amateur, so his technique was not perfect. But what he lacked in skill, he made up for in enthusiasm. He eagerly swallowed after I came and then spit on the end of my dick to lubricate it. He jumped on the bed and grabbed his legs, pulling his knees to his ears, exposing his asshole to me. I walked over to the bed and looked down at him. He smiled up at me and stared at my still hard cock. I would have thought it would go down after three times, but it wanted the full treatment. My mind was telling my penis that it could not relax until both boys were penetrated at both ends. I spit on Billy's asshole and inserted my finger to loosen him up. He moaned out loud. I finally pushed my dick inside of him and started to fuck him. After a couple of minutes he started to moan and shouted, "Yes, fuck me. Finally, I have wanted this for over two years. Fuck me. Make me your bitch. I love you. I want you. Please fuck me harder." The truth finally came out. I had suspected it, but I never bothered to give it a lot of thought. There were quite a few clues. The first time Billy fucked me and leaned over and almost kissed me. The obsession he had with my body. The most obvious clue, of course, was the fact that he wanted me to rim him as much as possible. He didn't have the nerve to ask me to fuck him because he could never explain that to his brother. But Bobby had forced me to give a rim job, so Billy felt it was safe for me to rim him. There were also plenty of looks that Billy gave me when Bobby wasn't looking that were more a look of desire than a look of dominance. Billy was not just gay. He was a submissive bottom. Sure, he liked getting off from time to time. Everyone enjoys coming. But what Billy really liked was to be dominated by others. He had been dominated by Bobby and learned to see that domination as the only source of affection he craved. Billy wanted to be fucked as much as possible. Billy was insatiable. He got hard just thinking about getting fucked. Bobby was not happy to find out these facts about his brother. In some ways Bobby was to blame. I don't mean that Bobby made Billy gay, although no one knows for sure why anyone becomes gay. But Bobby certainly had a big part in making Billy the kind of homosexual that Bobby looked down on the most - a submissive bottom who loved getting fucked. While I was fucking Billy, I said something that surprised them both. I told Bobby to get Billy's dick ready for action. I wanted Billy to fuck Bobby. They both asked me not to make them do that. Bobby did not want to get fucked again, especially by his younger brother. Billy simply did not want to commit incest with his brother. I didn't care that I was forcing them to commit incest. I wanted Bobby to be humiliated with that cock - the cock of the boy Bobby had bossed around their entire lives - up Bobby's tight ass. I finished fucking Billy while Bobby was sucking on Billy's cock. I told Bobby to keep sucking while Billy cleaned my dick. Once my cock was clean, I stepped back and looked at the sight before me. A sixteen year old boy was sucking on his brother's fifteen year old penis. I was amazed at how easily I attained control over these boys. Billy tried not to get hard. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was trying to think of something unsexy. He thought that if he did not get hard, I could not make him fuck his brother. I had an idea, however, that broke down his resistance. I walked behind Billy as Bobby was on his knees sucking on Billy's dick, trying to make it hard. Well, Bobby wasn't really trying, but he knew if he didn't make some effort, I would punish him. I put my hands on Billy's shoulders and leaned over to whisper in his ear. Billy was only an inch taller than me, so this was not very difficult. I murmured, "Come on big fella. Don't you want to make me happy? I really want to see that big piece of meat in action. It will make me so excited. I might even be able to get it up again and fuck you one last time before we go to sleep." That last comment really got him. He started breathing heavily. I could tell from the look in Bobby's eyes that Billy's cock was expanding. Billy could not help but think of my dick up his ass. These thought quickly gave him an erection. Once Billy was hard, I made Bobby stop. Then Bobby got into position to be fucked by his brother. As Billy's penis became firmly lodged in Bobby's ass, nature took over and Billy started to fuck in earnest. Although my dick had loosened him up, Billy's tool was larger than mine, so I am sure Bobby was feeling some pain in new places. The idea of Bobby getting fucked by his brother was getting me excited so I decided to double team Bobby. While Billy was fucking Bobby, I made Bobby suck me. I did not stay in his mouth that long. When I started to feel like I might come, I pulled out and went around to Billy's ass. I said, "Well, I know this is what you want, so here it comes." I drove my cock home up Billy's ass and Billy cried in ecstasy. Billy may not have liked the idea of having sex with his brother, but he could not deny the pleasure he was experiencing at that moment. We had a pretty good rhythm going. Billy would ram into his brother, and then I would ram into Billy. We would pull back and start the process over again. Unfortunately, all good things come to an end, and Billy came pretty quickly after I started fucking him. I made him stay inside his brother until I came, which took a while as that was my fifth ejaculation of the evening. After I came, I made Bobby clean Billy's dick. After Billy's penis was free of all bodily fluids other than Bobby's saliva, I made them masturbate sitting next to each other and eat their own come. Billy liked the taste, but Bobby grimaced as he swallowed it down. Once they finished licking their hands clean, I sent the boys to bed. End Chapter 8 Send comments to mini-tower@hotmail.com