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Family ties

Chapter 2

UNCLE ALAN'S WHORE

Part 2

 

The following night was pretty much uneventful, since both uncle Alan and myself were extremely tired. It took a couple more nights for me to go back to fondling my uncle's cock. He was wearing one of those loose boxers I'd come to love so much, so getting ahold of his uncut 7 inch man meat wasn't hard at all.

I wasn't gonna waste my time, so as soon as the monster was out, I went down and started sucking him. His cock throbbed inside my cock-hungry mouth every time his cockhead hit the back of my throat. It didn't take long before my gorgeous uncle was shooting his spunk inside my hungry mouth. I swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed, until he'd emptied his balls inside me.

I placed his cock back inside his boxers and turned to sleep in fetal position. As soon as I turned, he spooned against me and his hand went straight to my still hard young cock. He pulled my foreskin down and started working my cockhead, assisted by my own precum. He then did the squeezing routine on my balls.

"You love it, don't you?" he whispered in my ear as he squeezed my balls once and again, "Probably almost as much as you love sucking my cock and drinking my spunk at night..."

I froze as he did so, and noticed my cock started shrinking, but he grabbed the cockhead and started rubbing it in a way it went hard back again.

"Come on, champ," he said still whispering, "don't be shy, I know you love it..."

I really didn't know what to say, so I just nodded, and uncle Alan started thrusting his awesome dick between my thighs, as he'd done a couple of nights before.

"I love your cock, you know?" he whispered in my ear as he continued to jerk it and masturbate himself against my thighs, "It's big for your age...and I also love it when you suck mine, I love the feeling of my dick spurting all over your mouth, knowing my man seed is going inside you and you swallow it like you treasure it, like a real cum slut..."

"Uncle Alan," I said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I've..."

He placed his right hand over my mouth and clasped it so I couldn't speak.

"Shut up, champ!" he said still in a whisper, "I know you've been doing my dick night after night for the past two months and you'll have to shut up If you do not want me to say anything about it...You'll have to be my whore-slave for as long as I want..."

"Uncle Alan..."

"Did you think I wouldn't notice?" he asked, his hand never stopping its manipulations over my teen cock, "I have to confess the first time I caught you I got shocked, but not knowing what to do, I let you do as you wanted...and I'm so glad I did...now I have a cum-starved whore who drinks all of my spunk on a fucking daily basis..."

As he spoke, he kept jerking my cock and squeezing my balls. I was sure scared, but I was also loving it, loving every single moment of the abuse; not only the physical abuse, but the psychological as well.

"The first time you made me cum was incredibly hot." He continued, "But it got better when you first made me cum with your mouth and swallowed all of my spunk. That...that was when hell broke loose. I'm sorry, champ, but it was you who asked for it, and now you'll have to service my cock every time I want you to. Is that clear?"

"Yes, uncle Alan..."

"If you love manmilk, you'll sure have your ration every night, cause, as you can see, my balls never get tired of producing spunk...and you'll have to eat it every time I want you to, or I'll go to your dad and tell him I found you sucking my cock at night...what do you think he'd say?"

"No, please, uncle Alan," I begged, "please don't tell daddy anything!"

"I won't if you agree to be my pet..."

"I do..." I said still terrified, but with my eleven year old cock hard and oozing precum as it was being worked out by my uncle´s expert hands.

He kept on thrusting, each time faster, until he stopped and kneeled, positioning his balls all over my face.

"Lick my balls!" he said.

I started to do so and I realized I was even harder. I suddenly, for the first time, brought my hand and started touching my own cock, pulling it up and down.

"Who told you you can do that?" he asked.

"Uncle, Al..."

"Shut up!" he said.

He stood from the bed and went somewhere. I was scared, scared I had made uncle Alan mad and terrified at the prospect of his telling my dad. He came back with a tie in his hands. He pushed my hands upwards and then started to tie my hands together behind my neck.

"Uncle Alan, what are you..."

"I said shut up!" he said. I felt tears welling up on my eyes as he finished the knot between my hands and around my neck.

"Now, let's make things clear, champ," he said, "you have somehow managed to make my cock yours...and that's very wrong, because, you see? I'm not one to be dominated."

He rubbed on my cock as he licked the tears from my eyes.

"It is you, who needs discipline, it is you who needs structure, and I'm gonna give it to you. First thing you should understand is that your mouth, your nipples, your cock, your balls, your ass...everything now belongs to me, since you agreed to be my pet...are we understanding each other?"

"Uhu..." I said, a bit scared but with a cum-covered hard cock.

"Now," he continued, "You must understand that you exist to please me, and nothing more. Your whole existence will run around pleasing me and making me happy. As you do, you will realize there's nothing more important than my own desires...are we clear?"

I nodded.

"There," he said, "Now we have an understanding...and now the bitch won't be able to touch his cock...because this cock now belongs to..."

"To you, uncle Alan..."

"Good. You're mine to do as I please, are we clear?" he said squeezing my balls much harder than he'd done before.

When I did not reply, he squeezed my balls even harder. "Are WE CLEAR?" he asked again.

"Yes..." I managed to answer.

"Yes, sir!" he said.

"Yes, sir..." I replied.

"Now that's a good bitch!" he said and then came back to bed.

He started touching me then in a more vicious way, he started jerking my dick again, but more violently, while at the same time he bit on my nipples. It hurt, but funnily, my cock was harder than it ever had been. It was then that I realized I was terrified and would be bound to be my uncle's toy forever. But the prospect of it was keeping me harder than I had anticipated and I realized I loved being owned by the handsome young man that was my uncle.

He went south and started sucking my dick, It felt glorious, especially when my dick started throbbing and I knew I was about to cum...for the first time in my life. But just when I was close to it, he stopped and squeezed the base of my cock with one hand while with the other one he squeezed on my balls. The pain was excruciating and I did not cum.

He lay next to me again, massaging my balls so they wouldn't hurt that much after the squeezing, and whispered in my ear.

"You'll only cum when I say you can cum, is that clear?"

"Yes...sir..." I said shyly.

"Can you tell me why, champ?" he asked.

"Because, sir, I am here to please you..." I said.

"Good!" he said smiling, "my little bitch is learning! Now, come on and suck my dick the way you know."

He pulled me down, my hands still tied, and forced his dick against my mouth. The minute I tasted his cockhead, my dick went completely engorged again, and I felt the painful delight of not being allowed to touch it. He thrusted his cock savagely against my mouth and I gagged at times, but the flavor and the feeling of being used by my uncle were more intoxicating than any drug.

He then placed me on top of him so we ended up in a 69 position. While I worked his dick in and out my mouth, he started licking my asshole. I went delirious at the discovery of another pleasure I had never thought possible. As he licked my ass, he managed to jerk my cock up and down. The warmth of his breathing in my ass cheeks as he licked my rosebud, and the intoxicating scent of his dick inside my mouth made me oblivious to the world. Back there, nothing existed but the awakening sensations of me discovering a world of sexual pleasure in uncle Alan's hands.

My work out over uncle Alan's cock was so good, it didn't take long for his hot load of cum to be shot into my throat. The second of the night. It made me wonder how much cum a man can produce, but it was clear for me that, uncle Alan being barely seventeen, was in the peak of his man seed production. The hot loads running down my throat also brought me close to my own orgasm, and uncle Alan dragged me so he could squeeze my cock down at the base, preventing me from cumming.

"Oh, God!" I managed to say.

"Not just yet..." he says and then drags me up in such a way that I'm kneeling over his face.

He starts licking my balls and then sucks them. First one, then the other, then both. As he does so, a finger runs around my boyhole in circles, driving all the nerve endings on my ass crazy and making me precum in a non-stop flow. I want to cum so badly there's nothing else on my mind.

He took my cock in his mouth and his tongue started playing with my cockhead as his finger kept rubbing my asshole. It was just more than I could handle and I felt myself close to shooting once again. He didn't say anything this time, so I let myself go, and the cum built on my balls started shooting in his mouth. Jet after jet of my teen cum filling his mouth.

He dragged me so that I was face to face with him and kissed me, mixing my cum load inside our mouths. It was probably the best experience I'd ever had. As I lay on top of him, he started caressing my hair as his tongue explored my cum covered tongue. The exquisiteness of the situation brought my senses as alert as they could be.

"Very good, champ," he whispered as he looked into my eyes, "That was a hot load of cum you gave me. As good as the way you eat my cock. I know you'll be a good bitch and work for my pleasure. Is that right?"

"Yes, uncle Alan...sir..." I said looking into his eyes.

"Very good. Now let's go on to sleep. Put on your underwear and come here. From now on," he instructed, "Your hand will have to be on my dick at all times during the night. Is that clear?

"Yes, sir..."

"Awesome. Good night bitch."

"Good night, sir." I replied and went to sleep next to him, my hand grabbing his cock as he had ordered.

I didn't really get to sleep all through the night. Probably a couple of hours after I had been turned into my uncle's sextoy, I felt him moving me softly and whispering in my ear for me to wake up.

"Uncle Alan...?" I asked still partially asleep.

"What..." he said grabbing my cock and balls with his hand, "What did you call me?"

"I'm...I'm sorry, sir!" I said coming fully awake realizing I hadn't dreamed becoming my uncle's whore.

"Stand up," he said, "I need to go to the bathroom..."

Not fully understanding what he meant, I stood up and followed him to the bedroom's private bathroom. Little Jed was soundly asleep in his cradle.

When we arrived in the bathroom he ordered me to sit on the toilet and I did so.

"Now, champ," he said, "since you're my bitch and my toy, you'll also be my urinal. Open that gorgeous mouth of yours!"

Not sure of what to do, I did as instructed. When I opened my mouth, he pulled my hair so as to better position my face and took out his cock from his lose boxers.

"Take my cockhead in your mouth, as if you were to suck me, bitch..." he said.

I did as instructed and swallowed his full cockhead, just in time for him to release his bladder inside my mouth. I did not know what to make of it, but I decided to carry on with my Uncle's...I mean, master's orders.

"Yes, drink it, drink it all!" he encouraged me, a wicked smile on his face, "drink all of your master's golden waters!"

Somehow, his nasty language turned me on once again, even when the flavor of his piss was strong and weird inside me.

When his pee flow finally stopped, he went down and kissed me on the lips. Then he tongue-kissed me, as if he wanted to try his own juices in my mouth.

"Good champy bitch swallowed me all..." he said and I somehow felt proud at myself for not letting him down.

He then pulled me up and sat down on the toilet.

"Wanna pee?" he asked.

I somehow felt the need to do so as he asked, so I nodded.

"Yes, sir..."

He pulled my underwear down and grabbed ahold of my cock in his mouth. Then he nodded.

As if on cue, I started emptying my bladder inside his mouth. He swallowed with so much passion I couldn't believe it. When I was done, he pulled me towards him and we both kissed, the tang of both our golden rivers still in our mouths.

"Let's go on to sleep, champ," he said, "we've lots of thing tomorrow."

And so we did.

I do not have to tell you the following three years of my life were ones of ultimate discovery and pleasure. Uncle Alan was an awesome master and trained me in the arts of being a respectful, obedient and always available for his pleasure slave. Upon my twelfth birthday he used my ass for the first time, buying a series of butt plugs designed to stretch my hole for his seven inch dick. He would make me wear them, sometimes throughout the day, which kept me horny at all times, my reproductive system always working extra hours so that I could give him more milk than was humanly possible, even for a teenager.

In order to deal with my cock always arousing at inconvenient times, uncle Alan bought me a chastity device which he would place around my cock in order to prevent erections from coming. It was a painful yet delightful experience, having my ass always inserted and my cock unable to get hard, my system working the milk inside so at night he would release my loads with his vicious and horny ways. There were times when he wouldn't send me to school, arguing I was sick, so he could play me all through the day at his leisure. There were times also when he would work me all day not allowing me to cum for days at a time, driving me crazy.

What he enjoyed the most, I soon discovered, was torturing my young balls with all sorts of devious contraptions. It first started with the typical slap and squeeze routine. But as time passed by, he started becoming more and more creative. He would sometimes tie them with shoelaces in impossible ways, he would also use rubber bands sometimes, until he started buying all sorts of ball-torture devices, such as ball crushers of varied shapes and functions. He also bought an electro stimulation device which he never used at night, but that he used whenever I didn't go to school. When using the e-stim device, he would also place a gag-ball inside my mouth so I wouldn't moan or scream, and electro pads all over my balls.

When my pubic hair started appearing, he also took on the custom of shaving it, saying he preferred me clean shaven, for I was not a man but a bitch. It was first the razor, but then he moved on to creams, because the result was more boy-like, he used to say. Through these three years, my cock came to its full-fledge size, eight inches of man meat for my uncle's fun. My balls also grew and, at the beginning, they did not hang as low, but all the torture exercises with the crushers and the weights he would use on them, little by little stretched my nut sac until my balls hung more than his actually ever did.

And so, my fourteenth birthday came and with it the realization of my being a man now. Uncle Alan was as loving and abusive as always, and I looked for more and more time around him. I would go through the days with a mad rush, so I could be ready for the time when he'd feed me his milk. I do not know if he was doing something in particular, but as time passed by, his loads were larger, thicker and with a flavor unlike anything I've tried in my life. My days were just a way to go by in expectation of my uncle's cock and his milk inside me and his using me in the most perverted ways.

And then it happened; the most horrible event that could've ever happened in my life. Uncle Alan decided it was time for him to move somewhere else, now that the youngest had grown. Jack and Jake, the identical twins, were now thirteen. Jean was eleven. Jacob and James, the non-identical twins had turned nine. Jeremy was eight, and little Jed was six. Since they were all attending school, uncle Alan decided to fly in pursuit of his own dreams leaving me alone and devastated inside. What was I going to do with all the sex drive and with all the man milk my body was accustomed to producing? What was I going to do with my ever growing hunger for man seed and cock? This of course I could discuss with no one and fell into a deep sadness that I thought nothing could ever erase.

But life had so many surprises in stock for me, and the sadness of uncle Alan's departure would soon fade away until becoming a pleasant memory of my youth.

 

To be continued...

 

 

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