Date: Fri, 16 Feb 2001 09:44:53 -0800 From: Casey Jordan Subject: Uncle Donovan - 10 Disclaimer: The following is just a fantasy. All the characters in the story are fictional. Please do not go further if you are not 21 years old or older, or you're not looking for stories that explicitly describe men-to-men sex, and/or it is against your religious beliefs or illegal for you to read such material. Copyright by Casey Jordan, 2001. This story is the sole property of the author and may not be archived, printed, published, or sold in any format without express written permission by the author. I want to thank everyone who has sent me emails. If you have any comments, please write to me at cjordanwa@hotmail.com. Your comments and suggestions are greatly appreciated. Uncle Donovan --- 10 (MM, inc, anal, nc, bd, group) Uncle D and I quickly ran downstairs trying to catch the mysterious intruder. But by the time we arrived at the kitchen, we found the backdoor wide open and the intruder was nowhere in sight. We caught a glimpse of the back of the intruder, though. One thing was certain --- he was a tall and muscular man. As I turned and looked to Uncle D for any clues that he might have, what I saw was an equally puzzling look on his face... x x x x x x x x x The 19 year-old Corey Williams could not contain his nervousness and excitement. Since he returned to LA after graduating from his boarding school last week, he had been secretly chatting with a young guy on the internet. The timid and boyish-looking virgin finally gathered enough courage to meet the guy this Sunday afternoon. When he walked toward the men's room on the basement floor of the School of Theatre building (UCLA), he felt his heartbeat racing. The hot, muggy afternoon air was stifling. He felt beads of sweat trickling down his flesh underneath his Versace T-shirt. As he was getting closer to the men's room, he suddenly realised that the area was unusually quiet. In fact, he hadn't seen anyone since he entered the building. The thought of danger briefly came across his mind. But Corey didn't hesitate long before he pushed open the door. He was too hungry for cockmeat. The moment he walked in the men's room, he felt a pair of strong hands pushing him from behind. Corey fell flat on his face and the attacker immediately smacked his forehead to the floor. "Fuck, this is a gay-bashing ambush," the college boy thought to himself. As he struggled to break loose, the attacker punched him a few times in the rib cage. Corey screamed in pain. The 5'4", 103-lb. college boy was no match for his assailant who was 6'2" tall and 230-lb of pure muscle. He was grabbed around the neck and was easily pinned to the ground. Corey's breathing became very frantic as he tried to pull away again but it was too late. A second attacker covered his nose with a handkerchief and Corey was sedated in no time. The second assailant happened to be none other than Chief Terrence Brock (chapters 5, 7 and 8). "Hey, doc, sorry to keep you waiting," the Chief said on his cell phone. "Why don't you bring your boy toy over to Studio One now? I'll be waiting for you at the entrance." "Let's go boy," Dr. Douglas said as he turned off his cell phone. Dr. Douglas and his stepson Kurt (chapters 6, 7 and 8) had been waiting in the Chief's office for over an hour this afternoon. Before the Chief left, he whispered to Dr. Douglas that he had a surprise for him. The psychologist agreed to wait and not do anything to Kurt in the meantime. Now they were eager to meet with the Chief. They arrived at the School of Theatre building in less than five minutes and were greeted by the Chief at the door. "What's up, Chief?" the psychologist asked. "Whatever it is, it better be good. I've waited too damn long for it." "Patience doc, patience," the Chief chuckled. "I'm just trying to help out my bud. His new boss asked him to teach his baby brother a good lesson. You know me doc, how could I say no to that." "Really? Where's the boy now? I can't wait to get a piece of fresh little tight ass myself!" Dr. Douglas said with a big lusty smile on his face. Kurt remained silent the whole time but deep down he knew he might have new competition. Ever since Dr. Douglas took his virginity, Kurt saw his body as nothing but his stepdad's sex toy, his cunt and his hole. He lived only for the purpose of having his father's hard cock inside him. "There's nothing like the feeling of daddy's big, hard cock inside my tight boy pussy. I want to be better than other pussies that daddy fucks. I will be better than those pussies! I want to be a bigger slut than anyone that daddy fucks!" Kurt thought to himself while walking toward Studio One with his stepfather and the Chief. As they entered the recording studio, Dr. Douglas and Kurt gazed around the interior of the studio. In the back of the studio was the recording control room. Right outside the room, they saw the unconscious Corey spread-eagled and chained to a steel frame. "Oh fuck no!" Kurt shouted, visibly shaken by what he saw. "Isn't that something?" a deep, masculine voice came out of the recording control room. As the door opened, Kurt saw a burly man emerge from the room and stare at him. "Hey doc, this is John," the Chief introduced the men to each other. "John, this is Dr. Douglas, my shrink." "Yeah, what's wrong, kid? You look pale." the Chief told Kurt as John Pulver (chapter 5) shook hands with the psychologist. "No, no, I mean I'm fine." Kurt said sheepishly. "I want to leave now." "What did you say, boy?" Dr. Douglas turned and looked suspiciously right into his stepson's eyes. "Do you know that kid over there?" "Oh no, not at all." Kurt murmured. "Really?" Dr. Douglas barked as he grabbed Kurt's right hand and twisted it behind his back in a half nelson. "You stupid lying son of a bitch, don't you dare fuck with me!" "Oh, daddy please, oh please don't hurt me!" Kurt gasped in pain. "Please stop...yes, yes, I know him...we went to the same boarding school together --- his name is Corey Williams." When the psychologist finally relaxed the pressure on Kurt's hand and let go of him, they heard a low moan escape Corey's lips. John quickly whispered to Dr. Douglas and asked him to take Kurt into the recording control room. John told him that they could watch them through the window and Corey would not be able to see them as long as they kept the light off. Dr. Douglas gladly obliged as he was aroused at the thought of watching two big muscular men pound and stretch Corey's tight little boy hole beyond its limits. Corey awoke with a roaring pain in his rib cage and his forehead. He was visibly shaken and confused. He didn't know where he was and what was going to happen to him. All he knew was that his wrists and ankles were shackled to a steel frame. Once Dr. Douglas entered and locked the control room, he realised that both the sound and recording systems were on. After roughly pushing Kurt's face against the window, he quickly unbuckled, unzipped, and pulled down Kurt's jeans to his ankles. He then pulled out his stepson's erect cock through the side of the CK white briefs, and placed it against the cold window. The sexual urgency and dominance of his stepfather's actions visibly excited Kurt who could not help himself from moaning in pleasure. A clear drop of precum oozed out from the piss-slit and streaked a sticky, whitish-grey line on the window glass. Kurt felt his dad's strong hands twisting his nipples and his crotch pressing hard against his briefs-covered boy ass. The college boy soon found himself press back against the hardening fucktool behind him. "Yeah boy, open that pussy up for me. Make daddy feel good baby. Give me that cunt. You know what daddy wants. I'll do you good baby." Dr. Douglas hissed as he ripped a hole in the back of his son's briefs. "Keep your eyes on your bud out there, boy!" Kurt took a good look at his helpless friend. Corey fit perfectly the stereotype of the innocent-looking, pretty blond who screamed to have oodles and oodles of big cocks to shove up his cute, tight, smooth little boy ass. Kurt dreamed about tasting that sweet hole while his stepdad rubbed his monster dick up and down his ass-crack. But he was soon brought back to reality by the piercing scream of his friend. "Let me go!" Corey yelled. "Help! Help!" "Let you go? Sure we will - as soon as we're done with you. Listen close, punk, are you gonna give us that sweet ass of yours? You better be cuz' we're gonna fuck the shit out of you, kid." John smiled devilishly as he enjoyed watching the shocked reaction on Corey's face. "No," Corey cried. "Please don't!" "You surely want it, pretty boy. Or else you wouldn't prance around the men's room showing off that sweet ass of yours in tight pants, huh?" John shouted. "Please let me go...please don't rape me...I'm a virgin!" Corey pleaded repeatedly. "Well, do we get a nice fucking virgin here today?" John grinned while rubbing his hands all over Corey's bubble butt. "Yeah baby, I'm gonna put it to you dry, gonna rip that hot asshole of yours all up." Suddenly, John ripped open Corey's tight second skin looking designer shirt and pants. His 8 1/2" cock was rock hard now as he gazed at the tiny puckered pink hole, closed and quivering. It was completely hairless and looked so inviting. Then he gripped the college boy's narrow waist and rammed his fat cock right into the virgin hole. He just plunged into the unwilling boy hole...Prince Albert and all! "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHhhh...!" Corey yelled as he experienced the most enormous pain in his boy hole as the thick cock rammed into it. He tried to pull away but there was just no way he could free himself from the shackles. "Oh God, you're so tight!" John gasped when he felt the resisting ass-ring finally snapped open and his thick cockhead entered the virgin boy pussy. His big ass-splitter grew even larger now; the excitement of drawing virgin blood only pumped more blood into his cock. It swelled and stretched the tiny anal opening to accept the forceful penetration. He thrust the first two inches mightily into the protesting hole, eliciting a howl of pain from Corey. A sharp pain shot up Corey's spine and through his nuts as John entered him from behind. He felt like his ass was being split. His knees gave way but his assailant held him up. "Stop, p...pl...pleeeaseeeeee stooooopppp...you BASTARD... that really hurts! You're killing me!" Corey screamed. "You can yell all you like, but no one will hear you. And the more you yell, the harder I'll fuck you!" John barked. Suddenly he shoved brutally into the boy, three inches...four...five...six! He paused briefly and bit Corey's neck, enjoying the incredible feelings as the hot virgin boy cunt squeezing his shaft tight. He then pulled almost all the way out and thrust harder than before. Each thrust pushed deeper and deeper as his precum and Corey's blood gave him more lubrication. He kept on fucking the boy, in spite of his screams, penetrating further and further when all of a sudden he had all 8 1/2 inches buried deep inside the impossibly tight hole. John tore into the boy cunt with wild abandon, totally oblivious to the boy's pleas and screams. The begging and pleading only made him that much more determined to rip the tight ass up. Tears were streaming down the college boy's face as John worked his whole cock into his virgin ass, plunging his internal organs into such severe pain that the boy wanted to beg for death. The pain was excruciating as his ass was stretched to unimaginable limits to accommodate the raping monster cock. "Oh yeah faggot, I love tight little cherry asses like yours." John told Corey. "I love fucking you so much... don't you love my cock ramming in and out of your sweet boy pussy?" Holding Corey's narrow waist firmly, John withdrew completely and then shoved it right back to the hilt. He deliberately repeated the long-dicking action again and again making the boy scream and thrash. Corey felt as if John was pulling his guts out and ramming them back in. His assailant seemed to be enjoying the brutal thrusts that were tearing the college boy's insides apart. The more Corey cried and protested the more John got reckless and excited. In the meantime, Kurt was lustfully sliding up and down his stepdad's fuckpole in the control room while they watched intently John pile-driving into Corey's smooth white ass through the window. The sight of a really masculine, hot, burly and hairy man fucking the daylights out of a slim, innocent, tiny and smooth 19 year-old boy was overwhelming. Both father and son gasped audibly: Kurt from the sudden brutal thrust of his daddy's 11-incher and Dr. Douglas from the awesome tightness of his stepson's pussy. "Oh, daddy...you're making me feel so hot and nasty. Hmmm, that feels so good!" Kurt said dreamily. "That's it baby, open that sweet pussy up for me. Yeah...oh yeah, you know how I like it. Give it to me." Dr. Douglas roared as he rammed all eleven inches of his fucktool into Kurt's boy cunt. "F...fuck me daddy, fuck my tight boy pussy. Oh god, fuck me harder daddy, hurt me, make it hurt so g...good!" Kurt groaned. "Oh daddy, that's so good! Fuck me faster daddy!" He spread his legs further apart, arched his back and raised his ass higher, allowing his stepdad total access to his tight hole. His ass muscles clamped down tight on his daddy's cock to milk it for all it's worth! His daddy could fuck him any way he wanted. "You want it bitch? Yeah, take it. Take daddy's cock in your hot, pink faggot ass! Oh damn, your cunt is so fucking hot, boy!" Dr. Douglas howled as he slid his dick in and out of Kurt. He was clearly enjoying the tightness of his son's boy pussy and the heat of that ass greedily grabbing on, not wanting to let go of his monster manmeat. "Damn you boy whore! That's it! Show daddy what you got! Give it to me! YEAH!" "Oh...oooohhhh," Kurt squealed, pushing back to meet his dad's every powerful lunge. He loved the way he was whoring himself for his daddy. "I love it when daddy is getting so hot for his favourite little boy. I AM your favourite little boy, am I not, daddy?" "Fucking cock-hungry boy slut! You want that meat, don't you? Yeah, take daddy's big dick up your pretty ass! Daddy is gonna fuck the cum out of you!" the psychologist uttered as he continued punishing Kurt's boy hole with his raging fuckpole. "You're the best fuck, daddy" Kurt whispered nastily while watching John's big cock repeatedly slamming into his friend's not-so-virgin asshole. "Oh daddy, please fuck me, please rape me! Make me shoot my boy cum with you inside me, daddy!" "Oh fuck, daddy's fucking that cunt good now! Give daddy your sweet boy pussy! That's it, son. You want daddy's man cum, huh? Open up that hole, you whore. Oh shit, you got it boy! Daddy is gonna cum inside that sweet tight boy ass of yours, bitch!" Droplets of sweat fell from his stepdad's torso and mixed with the thick sheen on his boyish body. Kurt lustfully watched his friend being assaulted by John's big cock while he was stubbornly impaled by his daddy's monster ass-splitter himself. He was whipped to a brand new height of intense pleasure. The pleasure was so intense, so uncontrollably wild and beastly, that he couldn't hold back any more. He felt his ass tightened and he shot a huge load of boy cum all over the window, the wall and the floor. "Ugh! Oh shit! Ugggggggghhh...uhmmmmmmmmmmm!" Kurt groaned. "Oh fuck, daddy's cumming, baby! UUUURRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!" Dr. Douglas roared as he shook and slammed into Kurt's ass, which was now hot and red from all his power fucking. His gigantic cock, slippery and shiny, was shooting and pumping torrents and torrents of hot man cum up that well-fucked boy hole. Shortly, a stream of hot cum burst out of the ass-slips and ran down his stepson's right leg. As they started to calm down, they realised something drastic had happened in the studio. They saw John continued to viciously flex his hips and ram into Corey's boy pussy. The Chief was still busily taking pictures. But Corey now seemed to have accepted the brutal rape of his tender virgin ass without any sign of resistance. In fact, he appeared to enjoy the mean, hard fuck that John was giving him. "Fuck me, you bastard. Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh god, fuck me harder, yeah deeper... deeper! Please don't stop! Yeah, rape my tight boy hole!" Corey was moaning and panting like a bitch in heat. Corey's sudden change of attitude and behaviour took all of them (perhaps except himself) by surprise. When the pain slowly gave way to lust, he realised that deep within, his ass was made for fucking. He couldn't believe how complete he felt with the assailant's throbbing cock buried deep inside him. It finally dawned on him that he was indeed a cum-hungry cock whore. John succeeded: he had fucked the college boy to submission. "Oh baby, I knew it all along. You like it now, you love my big cock up your tight ass, don't you?" John whispered devilishly into Corey's ear as he kept on raping his boy cunt. He plunged his cock into the boy cunt hard, holding it deep inside the college boy as Corey's body arched up to his. Corey gasped and his eyes rolled back, when John incessantly drilled deeper into untouched territory inside his boy pussy. Corey knew exactly what his attacker wanted. He wanted the college boy to submit to him unconditionally and to use the boy as his cock slave! "Oh Sir, fuck me please. I need your cock," Corey begged. "I need you to stuff my boy cunt with your manmeat, Sir! Oh yeah, oh, I love your hard cock in my tight hole." "Shit Chief, we got us one hot pussy boy here! John growled. "Oh baby, oh yeah, fuck that hot tight ass on my cock. Oh fuck, that's incredible. I'm gonna fuck you all day long, you bitch!" "Ah, this feels so good, so fucking hot! Oh yeah, give it to me, please. Come on, I'm your bitch, Sir! Give me every inch of your big fucking cock!" Corey panted as his velvety, slick boy cunt devoured John's 8 1/2" manrammer. "Oh shit, I'm close, you dirty little slut boy. Want me to fucking shoot my load up your ass, huh? Huh, you want it? Where do you want it? Where do you want daddy to cum?" John yelled. "In me! In my pussy, daddy!" Corey shouted. "Damn, oh shit, oh...oh boy, here it cummmmmmmmmmmmmsss...!" With one final thrust, John buried his cock deep into Corey and pumped loads after loads of hot, thick, white and creamy man juice inside the boy's overflowing pussy. He was barely aware that his furious fucking had caused Corey's cock to spasm and shoot his boy cum uncontrollably all over his body. Exhausted, and with his fucktool still pulsing and throbbing inside the boy, he collapsed on Corey's back and bit him hard on the shoulder. Inside the control room, Dr. Douglas whispered seductively to his stepson, "Baby, be a good boy! Help daddy get that piece of sweet tight ass of your friend, would you? Daddy wants it BAD!" x x x x x x x x x x Karl Williams was the eldest son of the late Nachman Williams. Nachman was one of the wealthiest and most powerful tycoons in California until three years ago when both he and his wife died in an accident as their private jet crashed off the coast of Nova Scotia where they had been vacationing. After that, Karl and his brother Corey have been under the legal guardianship of their lawyer-uncle, Robert Jensen. But things started to change in the Williams' estate since last December. That was when the spoiled brat turned 21. With access to the multimillion dollar trust fund that his parents had set up for him, Karl fired all the servants and replaced them with a brand new all-male staff despite his uncle's fierce opposition. Since then, Karl has become the de facto master in the Williams' estate. Karl, now sitting behind the mahogany desk in his dad's study, was looking at the picture that showed Donovan Marshall, his swimming coach kissing a young guy. A devilish grin appeared briefly on his face when he noticed the creamy white cum on their naked bodies. Sitting across the desk from him was Seth Hammond, a 31 year-old private investigator hired by Karl. "This pic looks awesome!" Karl said. "You've done a good job, Seth." End of Part 10 To be continued...