Date: Tue, 20 Feb 2001 06:58:40 -0800 From: Casey Jordan Subject: Uncle Donovan - 11 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. Your comments and suggestions are greatly appreciated. Please write me at cjordanwa@hotmail.com. Uncle Donovan --- 11 (MM, inc, anal, nc, bd, group) "I'm glad that you're happy with my work, Mr. Williams," Seth replied "Call me Karl, please. Who's the young guy in the pic?" "Alright then, Karl," Seth said. "The young guy is actually Marshall's nephew, his name is Casey. I can't believe it myself --- your coach was actually fucking his own nephew. Yeah we're talking about incest...what we got here are two sick, perverted faggots!" "What? His own nephew?!" Karl said, fighting to suppress his jealousy and excitement. "I know it's really none of my business but I'm just curious...." Seth asked hesitantly as he put down his coffee. "As to why I asked you to let Marshall know that he's being followed and photographed?" Karl intercepted. "Yes!" "The reason is very simple. I want him to know that someone has been watching him. I want to scare the shit out of him and this pic should do the trick." "So, are you going to send that pic to the university administration? Seth asked. "You should really teach these fags a lesson!" Seth has never made it a secret that he despised gays. In fact, he quit his job a year ago because his police precinct in Portland assigned him Cedric Knight (chapters 4, 5 and 6), an openly gay cop, as his partner. He then got married, moved back to LA with his wife and opened his own PI firm. "Really?" Karl said while looking directly into Seth's eyes. In the awkward pause that followed, Seth began to appear uncomfortable with Karl's staring at him and the long silence in the room. He also started to feel dizzy. He realized that his body was gradually losing its strength. "How's your wife, Seth?' Karl asked. "Sh...sh...she is do...doing just fine." Seth struggled to stay awake but soon found himself semi-paralysed on the chair. He was alarmed that he had lost feelings of his upper body. "I'm glad that you like our SPECIAL coffee so much, Seth." Karl said, as he looked mischievously at the empty cup in front of Seth and then at his paralysed victim . x x x x x x x x x Uncle Donovan and I were sitting at the kitchen table when the doorbell rang. We had been waiting for two of Uncle D's friends after he called and asked them to come over. Uncle D got up and went to answer the door and soon came back to the kitchen with an Italian stud in a police uniform. "Hey Casey, let me introduce you to my one of my best friends --- Antonio Marino, he's with the LAPD." Uncle D said and then turned to Antonio. "This is Casey, my nephew from Seattle." As Antonio and I were shaking hands, the doorbell rang again. Uncle D went to get the door once more and when he returned, I almost fainted. I couldn't believe whom I saw. Uncle D's second friend happened to be none other than Jeff (chapters 3, 4 and 5), the man who took my oral virginity in the Portland bus station...the man who gave my virgin hole it's first butt plug! "Casey, this is my best bud and a colleague of mine --- Jeff Davenport." Uncle D said. "And Jeff, this is Casey, my nephew." I froze. x x x x x x x x x In the Studio One's control room, Kurt was contemplating his stepfather's request to help him fuck his friend, Corey. Then, without warning, Dr. Douglas squeezed his balls hard. "Ouch, oh fuck, that hurts!" Kurt screamed in tormenting pain. "Stop, oh daddy, please... please stop!" "Well...what do you say, son? Are you daddy's good boy?" "Yes, daddy, I'm your good boy. I'll do it, daddy. I'll do anything for you! I'm daddy's favourite little slut boy, right?" "Yeah, you got that right, son. You're daddy's favourite!" Dr. Douglas whispered to his stepson in his soothing and seductive voice as he relaxed the pressure on Kurt's balls. Then Dr. Douglas went out to check with John whether it would be okay for he and Kurt to have some fun with Corey. "Sure, doc, as long as you don't mind us filming the action," John said with a grin on his face. "Hmmm...." Dr. Douglas hesitated. "Don't worry, doc, the tape is for my boss --- the kid's brother only. He wants it, kinda a fetish. It won't be made public, I guarantee. Plus, all our faces, except the kid's, will be blacked out anyway." John told the psychologist. "Who's your boss? Do I know him?" Dr. Douglas was curious. "His name is Karl Williams, the filthy rich Nachman William's son. The old man died three years ago and left behind tons of money for the brothers. I ran into Karl fucking a frat boy in the men's room downstairs last December. He paid me good money and hired me as his body guard for letting him go. And the rest is history." John whispered to Dr. Douglas. With John's assurance, Dr. Douglas went back to the control room to map out the game plan with Kurt. As they emerged from the room, they saw John was kneeling behind Corey and busily filming the penetration of Corey's cum-dripping hole by the Chief's raging hardon. "Listen now whore, relax your cunt. Come on, squeeze out those fuck juice!" Chief Terrence Brock demanded. The Chief, still in his uniform, was using his angry, purplish cockhead to probe, poke and prod Corey's boy hole into releasing more cum. As Corey squeezed his boy hole, more cum started to bubble out of his ass-lips. The Chief spread John's cum, which was still warm, all over the tip of his big cock and then, he suddenly lunged forward with his hips. His huge pole disappeared rapidly into the boy's resisting sphincter, forced through and torn apart the slick and tight ass muscles. "No! No! No!" Corey screamed, apparently still hurting from John's brutal ass pounding that just finished not too long ago. "It hurts too much. Please stop! Please stop fucking me! Please, please STOP!" "Why don't we just cut the shit out!" the Chief howled. "You fucking college boys always think you're the smartest, huh? Listen punk, nobody ever refuses me and the harder you make it for me the harder you'll get it. And I PROMISE, I'll rip your ass apart and you will never be able to walk again!" With that he roughly grasped Corey's narrow hips and shoved all nine inches of his fucktool into the tiny boy pussy ball deep. Corey cried out in pain, his vision went white and thought he would die from the forced entry. He felt that the invading cock was both longer and thicker than the one that took his cherry. His boy pussy was stretched to unbearable limit, but his fuck tunnel was squeezing and pulsating around the second assailant's throbbing cock, beyond his control. He begged his attacker to stop again as his body writhed in pain. "You love this, don't you, you cunt?!" the Chief ignored the pleas of the screaming boy and groaned. He closed his eyes, while savoring the tightness, warmth and wetness of Corey's asshole. He loved "sloppy second" --- fucking the college boy with his bud's cum and sloshing it around in the sloppy, used hole. "Please...let me go.... I'm...I'm already hurt and I can't take it anymore. I'll give you money...lots of it...but please let me go...please stop!" Corey's voice trailed off as he felt the assailant's cock, like the first one, kept on brushing against his prostate. The sensation was so scorchingly hot that Corey's cock began to stiffen. Soon he was so aroused that his cock was leaking uncontrollably copious amount of precum. "Please stop!" he moaned unconvincingly. "Yeah, all you college boys are sissies, ain't you?" the Chief yelled. "All of you say no first and then beg for more. Oh yeah, you love my big man cock up your rich boy's pussy, don't you? Come on faggot; tell me how much you love my cock tearing into your boy cunt! I want to hear you say how much you love my big cock up your tight hole!" Corey found the assailant's nasty words were really turning him on. He couldn't help but begin absently moaning in pain and pleasure. His cock was getting so hard that it started to hurt. "Oh, please, let me feel you inside me. I'm so hot...I need it. Just stick your big cock inside my tight pussy... I want it inside me...please!" Corey said dreamily. Thrusting his hips forward slowly, the Chief made sure that Corey felt every inch of his big and thick fuckmeat piercing into the tight boy hole. He then hammered his ass with such brutal force that his balls were slapping nosily against Corey's bubble butt. Plowing Corey's ass in total abandon, the Chief continued his verbal assault. Time after time the Chief forced his ass-splitter deep into Corey, sending his manmeat ball-deep with each relentless thrust. He could feel Corey's swollen, puckered ass lips tried to suck him back in when he was sliding out. But the Chief refused to give up his to the boy cunt. His fuckpole ripped into Corey's ass again and again, slam fucking into the college boy. Corey's ass ring lustfully milked his shaft and tried to pull him back on each withdrawal, just before the Chief rammed into him over and over again. The Chief kept on power-fucking Corey with long thrusts for more than 20 minutes. "Fucking cunt, god damn cock-hungry cunt, I love feeling my big cock sliding in and out of your fucking tramp pussy. Shit, oh shit, look at you with that sweet tight ass stuffed with my fucking huge cock. Fuck boy, this feels so good!" the Chief roared. "Oh yeah, I bet you'll come back and beg for me. I sure ain't gonna tell you no, you whore!" The Chief just loved fucking into a wet, open hole that's already taken a load. As his cock pumped into Corey, the cum squirt out, running down Corey's balls and legs. " "And what would be better than feeling someone rimming a hole that I'm fucking, a hole that is squirting out fresh cum?" the Chief thought to himself. Thinking that the Chief was close, Kurt leaned in between Corey's legs and licked his asshole as the Chief's cock slid in and out. Dr. Douglas walked in front of Corey and started stroking Corey's raging erection. With the Chief pushing Corey's head forward, the psychologist kissed Corey deep on the lips and eventually, the two were French-kissing each other frantically. "Oh FUCK...oh FUCK...I'm gonna SHOOT...oh TAKE IT, cunt...TAKE IT...TAKE MY FUCKING LOAD, YOU CUNT!" When the Chief finally came, it was explosive! His cock erupted inside Corey and pumped torrents of thick and hot cum into the boy pussy. He bit into Corey's neck as he continued to brutalize Corey's slimy hole, slamming away. The air was filled with the obscenely squishy sound of his bursting cock churning the freshly released load in Corey's boy hole to froth out of the ass lips. Kurt was greedily slurping up the hot cum that was fucked out of Corey's anal mouth by the Chief's pile-driving cock. Like a cum-craving whore, Kurt also licked as much as he could the hot, creamy man juice off the Chief's cock when it slid out of the cum-filling hole. Corey could feel the Chief was flooding his ass with loads of burning man cum. He could feel Kurt was hungrily slurping up the fuck juice freshly squeezed out from his boy cunt. He could feel Dr. Douglas's hand on his cock while kissing him, pushing him to a new height of lust and pleasure. These feelings were too much for Corey and they finally drove him over the edge. He moaned into Dr. Douglas's hot mouth as his cock sprayed seven jets of scorching boy jizm all over the psychologist's and his own bodies. "You want a piece of this tight ass, doc?" the Chief said as he pulled out from Corey and squeezed the last drop of his hot cum onto Kurt's tongue. "Get over here doc, this bitch needs MORE COCK!" x x x x x x x x x Seth Hammond was fully awake and could see and feel all that was happening but he felt numb and there was hardly any strength left in him. He knew that he was being moved down the stairs but there was absolutely nothing he could do. He tried to scream for help but no word came out of his mouth. Finally he was dragged into a dimly lit basement dungeon where Karl Williams, now dressed in a full leather outfit, was sitting down on a throne-like chair. "Master Karl, we've brought you your slave!" Chad Stone said. Chad was the butler of the William's estate. Standing beside him was Tony Bruno, Karl's personal assistant. Both men were in their mid-30's. "Has anyone of you heard anything from John or Corey yet?" Karl asked. "No, we haven't, Master Karl." Tony replied. "Well, I guess we just have to start without them, then!" Karl said with a devilish grin on his face. "Yes, Sir! You're absolutely right, Sir!" Tony and Chad sniggered. x x x x x x x x x End of Part 11 To be continued... If you're interested in visiting the two web sites that are related to the Uncle Donovan series, please write to cjordanwa@hotmail.com for further information. Thanks!