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Family ties

Chapter 4

BRAND NEW BITCH

 

So here I am now, caring for my brothers and with no one to feed my hunger. Summer camp is approaching, and all my brothers will go as every year, except for Jack and Jake, the identical twins who follow in line after me. Jack and Jake are gone on vacation with dad to visit Europe. Summer does not look appealing to me this time, for there's nothing I'll be using my time in since I no longer have a bitch to help me with my lusty apetites.

It's probably midnight and I can't sleep. I'm in my room, trying to make myself sleep, and I hear a sobbing coming from somewhere down the corridor. I stand up from my bedroom and walk passing all of my brothers' bedrooms' doors. It's Jean, my sixteen year old brother. I come inside his room and he tries and wipes his tears away, but he can't hide the fact that he's been crying. I sit down next to him on his bed.

"Hey," I say worried, "is everything O.K., Jean?"

"I'm fine," he says, but I know he's not.

"Hey," I say, "You know you can trust me, right? I'm your big brother and I'm here for you."

"Thanks," he says wiping his tears and looks at me, like trying to decide whether to say something or not.

"Come on," I say, and tousle his hair as I pull him towards me, "I love you, O.K.?"

He sobs in my arms a bit and then he finally talks.

"I...I'm a freak..."

"Why exactly do you say you're a freak?" I ask him and he hesitates, but I nod for him to know he can carry on.

"I think...I think my dick is way too big and that my balls are abnormally big...it's so...embarrassing..."

I smile a little. He insists that he does think his dick is way too big for his age, so I ask him to show me. He blushes, his white lovely face red as an apple and I tell him it's alright. So he stands up and brings down his pants and underwear. Before me, there's my brother Jean's huge dick, a good six inches long as it hangs limp, I can't imagine how large it will be when fully engorged. His balls are low hangers, just like mine, but much bigger and rounder. I can't help feeling hungry for that cock, I haven't had cock and man milk for so long I start feeling dizzy as I stare into Jean's cock in front of me, getting a clear view for I'm sitting on the bed.

"It is big," I say, "but it's family genetics, Jean. Mine's big too, and my balls are also big."

He suddenly looks at my crotch and back at my face, even more blushed than before.

"Can I see yours?" he asks in such a way it's impossible for me to refuse. I nod and stand up.

I bring down my pants and briefs and my cock shows semi-erect. I'm getting painfully horny and I know I shouldn't, but Jean is so curious I let him stare at my meat.

"Yours is thicker," he says chuckling and extends his hand so fast I can't say a thing as he grabs my balls with his sweet white delicate hand, "and your balls are heavy."

I know where this might end and I bring my clothes on back again. "See?" I say, "you're not a freak. Don't get worried, you should be proud of that thing you have there. Now go back to sleep."

I leave his room and walk to mine, now almost unable to hide the huge hard-on under my briefs. I take off my pants and jump into my bed. I want to go to sleep but I can't. The image of Jean's cock hanging limp before my eyes is just way too much to ignore, as is the memory of his teenage hand holding my balls. I'm craving his cock and I want to have his seed. I know I want it, I want it so badly, but I know this young man is my brother and that makes me conflicted. Then, I realize my first ever was my uncle, and my first bitch was my cousin. What if...?

But I do not want to explore that what if. I'm scared at the thoughts that run through my head, but truth is, Jean has an awesome chunk and I'm dying to have it. And measuring the size of his balls, bigger than mine and even bigger than uncle Alan's, I can imagine the loads of milk that cock could give me. I keep on struggling with myself. An hour has passed and the creepy plan is forming in my head. I want that cock and I'm gonna have it regardless of anything.

So I make some hot cocoa, but this time there's no sleeping drug on it. This time I want to have a cock legitimately. So instead, I add a good amount of a laxative to a cup and walk all the way to Jean's room.

"Hey!" I say. He's in bed, looking much more relaxed than before.

"Hey!" he says back.

"Thought you might use a cup of hot cocoa, like when you were younger?"

"Awesome!" he says and I place the cup in his hand. As he drinks it, I talk to him about how much I love him and about he shouldn't really care for his dick size and stuff; I tell him he should be proud at having such a big cock. But in my mind, there's nothing but my desire for him to finish the whole lot of the cup and the image of his lovely looking dick, which is darker in comparison to mine and even though he's almost as white as I am. I tousle his hair and tell him to go on to sleep. And then I walk to my room.

I sleep really well through the night and, as morning comes, I start knocking on my brothers' doors for them to get ready for summer camp. One by one they start coming down, their things perfectly packed. There's a sense of commotion around the house as they all come and go talking about how exciting summer camp will be. Everyone is sitting down around the table for breakfast, everyone except Jean. Knowing he won't come down, I ask Jeremy to go check on him and tell him to hurry up. Jeremy comes back and says Jean is feeling horribly sick. I tell them to carry on with breakfast and go to Jean's room.

"Hey!" I say as I come in, but Jean is nowhere to be seen. Then I look around and see his bathroom door ajar. I walk towards the bathroom and open without knocking, to find Jean sitting on the toilet. "Are you alright?"

"Please, go!" he says embarrassed, "I'm crapping, don't you see?"

I walk towards him, so that he knows he shouldn't be embarrassed. I kneel in front of him and look at his face, contorted with pain more than embarrassment.

"Are you alright?" I ask, but as I look at his face, I also take glances at the monster sleeping between his legs. Fuck I feel so dirty my cock jumps in anticipation.

"My stomach hurts!" he says, tears welling up in his eyes, "it hurts real bad!"

"Hey," I say, I'll go get you some medicine, "but I don't think you'll be able to go to summer camp..."

He says he doesn't care about summer camp, he says all he wants is for his pain and diarrhea to go away. So, back in the kitchen, I get everyone ready and send them on their way, not without telling the bus driver my sixteen year old brother won't be able to attend for he's sick. I'm walking back towards the house now, and I feel my cock swelling. I'm so gonna have me that meat. I'm so gonna eat Jean's cock and milk him dry. I now wonder how many loads he'll give me. I wonder how much man milk I can drain from those huge low hangers. It's 8:00 in the morning.

I bring back a syrup for Jean's diarrhea, I know it will stop really soon for it's just the result of the laxative. I come into his room and hear him sobbing behind the bathroom's door. So I step in and find him standing, his legs wet in his own crap.

"Go away, go away!" he yells at me. But instead of doing so, I keep on coming towards him.

"Relax, Jean," I say, "it's O.K. It was an accident..."

"I couldn't make it back to the toilet," he says sobbing and I smile at him in reassurance.

Truth is, I also smile because of the new opportunity that has presented as he looks at me and cries, crap running down his legs. I come to him and give him two spoonfuls of the suspension to stop his diarrhea and then I move past him and turn on the shower. "Come here," I say, and help him out of his shirt. I look for the first time at his rather thin body and look at the tiny pink knobs that are his nipples. They'll sure give me a lot of fun too, I tell myself. I gesture with my hand for him to approach me, but he stands still.

"Come on, Jean," I say, "let me help you. Everything's fine."

So I take his hand and bring him to the tub, where I gently sit him down. Very caringly, I start wiping the shit from his legs, occasionally making my fingers `accidentally' brush past his balls and dick. It has the desired effect, for I see how his face blushes. Once he's clean, I bring him out of the tub and dry him, paying especial attention to his gorgeous man parts and his ass.

"Ouch!" he says as I dry his ass. I look at him askance and he says, "it hurts."

"Well, of course it hurts!" I say smiling, "the diarrhea has burnt it. Come here, let me give you an ointment."

I place him in bed face downwards, also making sure his dick is pointing down. I walk out of the room and bring out `the ointment', which is nothing but my lube tube. I sit on the bed and ask him to relax. I squeeze the tube over his ass, a spurt of lube falling exactly over his cherry. He jumps in anticipation, but I tell him to relax, this won't hurt a bit. He exhales deeply and then my index and middle fingers start rubbing the lube against his asshole, which twitches every time I rub it. He does not say anything, but I can see his cock stiffen a bit. I don't say anything either, I continue to massage his hole and feel how it still twitches.

When his cock seems semi-hard, I decide to change tactics, and spurt a new load of lube, which I start working at his asshole, but move my hand boldly and bring it down his balls. At this he jumps a bit, but doesn't know how to react, so he doesn't say a thing. Now, my right hand is massaging his balls while my left is working out his hole. I hear him gasp as I move my hand from his balls to his cock, working its way up to his glans, which is still covered by the cute darker foreskin.

I pull his foreskin down so the whole cockhead is exposed and at this he jumps again and then finally speaks. "Jonah?" he says, worry in his voice, "Jonah, I think..."

"Shut up!" I order and continue my work out of his cock and hole. He then struggles, but I lean over him. Being chubby and taller than he is, it's not hard for me to keep him face downwards on the bed under my weight. Even when he starts struggling, I see his cock come to life and know he likes what I'm doing.

"Jonah, stop..." he says, anxiety in his voice, "please, please stop, please..."

But I know he doesn't want me to stop, I know because I feel his cock throbbing in my hand as I stroke it once and again.

"Jonah...please..." I hear him say.

But no matter how much he complains, I just can't stop, I know I don't want to stop and I carry on jerking his cock until, with all the stroking, it finally releases jet after jet of his teenage spunk which I cannot catch in my mouth. I feel his body jerking under my weight as all his man milk leaves his body through his pee slit.

He's done cumming and I release his cock from my grip. I come next to him and turn him over so he can face me. There's shock in his eyes, and his cock is still jumping, the last remains of cum leaking down from his pee slit.

"Look at me, Jean," I say. He avoids my eyes, like he does not know what to think, so I go down and kiss him profoundly on the lips. He's startled, but he does not fight back, he takes my tongue inside his mouth and then starts reciprocating with his own tongue.

We're kissing each other and I see his cock going hard again. I so knew it, I so knew Jean was fucking good bitch material the minute he told me about his cock size. He doesn't really notice, but as we kiss, I start stroking his cock once again. He's fully hard again, and when he feels my hand down there he pushes back from my kiss.

"No, Jonah," he says, "please..." But his refusal brings up my sex drive and I know I want his cock once again, I want to eat his man milk this time. He sees I don't intend on stopping and he starts begging again. "Please, Jonah, please..."

His face shows the same fear and anxiety and I turn into a predator, he tries to stand up, but I know the bed is the only place where I'll have him, so I push him down and look into his eyes.

"Stop fighting me!" I say, and devour him with my sight. He still seems scared, but his cock is rock hard and I know he loves what I'm doing to him. I stand up and grab a tie, with which I tie his hands behind his back. He's now totally helpless and ready for the milking. Now that he's tied, I let my hands run freely over his cock and balls. His cock is fully engorged, throbbing at every single touch of my hands. His big balls, his awesome family-signature low hangers, jump every time I touch them. He keeps on telling me to stop, but his cock keeps on dripping pre-cum and I know I have someone who'll give me as much man seed as his predecessor, my cousin Armin.

I make him stand up and he jerks, trying to break free of my grasp, but I catch him just in time. I bring him to an armchair and tie his hands to the arms of the chair and, as he thrashes, I also take my time to tie his legs, each to one leg of the chair. The sight of him secured against the chair takes my breath away. And even when he's begging me to stop, his cock is rock hard and leaking pre-cum.

I kneel before him and start polishing the knob of his cock. He stirs in the chair and thrashes as if he wants to release himself. He begs me to stop, he says this is wrong, he says it hurts. But I don't give a damn. He has a wondrous cock and I'm gonna milk his huge balls dry. He begs again but contorts under the touch of my hand, his dick spewing pre-cum time and again.

"I said, shut up!" I yell at him and he looks at me scared.

I know what I have to do. I go back to my room and get the gag-ball uncle Alan bought me and secure him inside his mouth. He's terrified, I can see it in his eyes, but his cock loves every single moment of it. He mumbles something through the gag, and I know he's talking about Jay.

"Oh, don't worry!" I tell him, "Jay will be coming twice a week, and he won't be due til Thursday, so you see," I say smiling wickedly, "It's just you and I for three more days. And I'm gonna milk you dry, baby..."

His looks show his concern, but once I say the word "milk" his dick jumps in the chair, and I know he's gonna love it. I kneel once again and I start polishing his cockhead once again. He mumbles through the gag and thrashes about, but there's nothing he can do, he's in my hands now and at the mercy of my lusty incestuous apetites. When I think the rubbing has been enough, I swallow his cockhead in my experienced mouth and start working out the head. As I do so, I see him throw his head back, partially closing his eyes at times as he succumbs to the workings of my tongue over his young cockhead. It is just too much for him to pretend he's not enjoying my mouth on his virgin cock.

I release the cock and go down to take care of his balls. I lick them first and every time my tongue licks, his pee slit gives me a little drop of pre-cum. Then I swallow his left ball and then the right and then the left; until I manage to eat both huge balls at the same time. The uncomfortable feeling of his balls being crushed inside my mouth make him thrash a bit more; I know it hurts, but the pain seems to make his cock harder and a bigger amount of pre-cum leaks running down his shaft.

"Oh!" I say letting his balls go off my mouth, "the bitch likes his balls crushed!"

I stand up from where I'm kneeling and go back to my room, where I fetch the regular acrylic ballcrusher. He looks at the item and his eyes open wide in shock.

"Yes, darling," I say smiling and bringing my cock from inside my underwear, letting Jean see it for the first time. He wanted to know whether my cock was big, well, here it is for him to see. My cockhead is glistening with pre-cum too, "I'm gonna crush your balls so you can gimme more of that teenage spunk you're keeping for yourself.

I place the first acrylic plate under his balls. He's mumbling something through the gag, but I carry on. Once in place, I start positioning the upper plate, which has a hole for his dick to go free while his balls are being squeezed to madness. And now that it's been properly placed, I start rolling the screws and the acrylic plates start coming together, squeezing his balls. He screams through the gag, I know it's hurting his balls, but his cock gives me a new and larger spew of pre-cum and I know Jean loves the pain as much as Armin did.

I keep on screwing as I continue to polish his cockhead, Jean going insane with both pain and pleasure. His cock starts throbbing and I know he's close, so I start unscrewing the crusher. I'm done unscrewing and bring my mouth down, just in time to get the cockhead inside my mouth and eat jet after jet of his lovely manmilk. He jerks about as his milk goes through my mouth. Once he's emptied his load in my mouth his body relaxes a bit, but I continue to polish the cockhead making him suffer.

I release his arms and, as soon as I do it, I make him stand up. His legs are shaking, and he looks at me. I bring his hands behind his back so I can tie them again and remove his leg bounds. I bring him to the bed and tie his hands and legs to the bed so he's tied in an X, the gag still in his mouth. I lean down next to him and start licking his nipples. I see tears in his eyes and I know he wants me to stop, I know he's freaking out, but every time I bite on his nipples he closes his eyes in pleasure.

His balls are swollen from the abuse, and swollen they look more appetizing, so I start rubbing them as I munch on each of his nipples at a time. His cock is hard again and I start slapping his balls. More tears. More complains under the gag. And more pre-cum. Lots of it. So I start working his dick back again. I know he's more than ready for me to carry on to phase two, so I stand up from the bed and go fetch a buttplug.

I stand in front of him and show him the plug as I cover it with lube. "You know what this is, right?" as ask him and laugh as I see his expression of terror. I go down and push the tip of the plug inside his ass. He tries to move, but he can't, so I keep on pushing. When the whole plug is eaten by his ass, a new load of pre-cum helps me lube his cock. I start polishing it again. Jean does not thrash anymore, like he's resigned to his horrible fate in the hands of his abusive older brother.

I then tie his cock with a shoelace and see him stir. I tie his balls with another shoelace in an impossible knot and start working his cockhead once again. I work it and work it until he starts thrashing about, and I know the time has come. I go down and eat his cockhead. I suck fiercely until he releases his third cum load of the day, making me the happiest abusive bastard in the world. His cock is going limp, but I still rub it and rub it, making him hard again. He's past complaining now and I rub and rub until I force a fourth load, which comes as copious as the previous ones.

His face is red as hell. His dick and balls hurt by the abuse. But it's only now, that I see him wasted, when I love him more. I remove the gag, and he intends on saying something, but I don't let him. I push my cock inside his mouth and start face-fucking him with all the drive his four loads have given me. He doesn't fight me. My cock goes in and out and in and out. My cock throbs and I know it's coming. I push a bit more and then my cock spurts one after another jet of my man milk inside his mouth. It keeps coming and I keep forcing him to swallow every single drop of my milk, until I've emptied my load and remove myself from his face.

"You loved it, didn't you, bitch?" I ask him. He does not answer and I grab his chin and force him to look at me. "Well, since you don't say anything..."

"I...I don't..." he says, confusion in his face, blushed and his cock limp over his abused balls.

"I'm your brother," I reply, "I've taken care of you. And I'm gonna take care of you in some other aspects. I saw the lust in your eyes as you grabbed my balls in your room last night. I knew you wanted a cock and I knew you wanted for this to happen. And your cock sure loved being abused. So from now on you'll be my bitch, and I'll always make sure that huge cock is properly milked."

"I..." he says sheepishly, "I want to be yours..."

He starts weeping and I love it. His eyes well up with tears and I love it. I know I'm a sadistic mother fucker who has milked his brother four times in a row. And I love it. I run my hand down his abs and towards his cock, which, at the touch of my hand, stiffens again. I laugh at him.

"See?" I tell him, "you're one hell of a whore!"

I start working his lovely cock one more time, but he doesn't complain. I sit over his chest so I can take his cock in my hand and work him hard and violently as I push the buttplug in an out of his virgin asshole. His abused cock gives me its fifth load, lots more of cum which I eat greedily. He's breathing heavily, his cock still throbbing as the last droplets of cum show in the lovely red cockhead.

"Are you hungry?" I ask him.

"Yes..." he replies.

I untie him and he stands up. I send him to the shower while I order some pizza. The bathroom door is ajar and I come in to let him know the pizza is on its way. Before I can speak, I see him showering his body, paying special attention to his own ass, which he's rubbing and partially fingering. I'm so happy I got this bitch at home, and the fact that he's my brother makes it even hotter. When he finishes showering, I help him dry and place the chastity device over his cock. I explain what it is. He complains, but I slap him lightly on the cheek and tell him he's no one to talk back to me. He sheepishly asks for my forgiveness. I insert the buttplug again and then secure it. Then I help him dress and we got to the studio, ready to share a movie and a slice of pizza together. It's 2:00 in the afternoon.

Knowing he's got the plug inside as we eat makes me feel horny. I need to feed him well, for as the night comes, I'm planning on abusing him once more. And I know he's gonna give me so much milk once again. After eating, obviously, he's fallen asleep, dead with the abuse, so I carry him in my arms and bring him to his bed. As I place him down, he sort of stirs.

"It's O.K., my little bitchboy," I tell him as I kiss his forehead, "go sleep for a while. I want you rested and ready."

I start walking outside the room, when he talks to me. "Jonah?"

"Yes?"

"I love you..." he says before drifting away.

"I love you too, bitch." I say and I leave the room.

 

It's 6:00 in the afternoon. I'm done preparing dinner. My new bitch is still sleeping. He's slept four hours in a row and I think that's fine, he needs to rest before I carry on. This time, his meal is spiced with a little something my uncle Alan recommended to increase sexual performance, endurance and cum production. I really want Jean to give me more than what he's given me. I know he's given five loads today, but that is not enough for me, I want every single drop of man milk he can produce. I'm such a cum-starved, incestuous, abusive bastard. And I love it.

"Hey..." I call him as I shake him, "dinner's ready."

He opens up his eyes and looks at me. He sits on the bed and suddenly makes a face. The buttplug is inside and he becomes aware of that fact.

"It wasn't a dream, bitch," I tell him as I grab the chastity device under his clothes, "I did milk you and you're my bitch."

"Thank you, sir..." he says and my cock goes stiff. How does he know he's to call me sir?

"For what, bitch?" I ask him, still holding his chastity device.

"For milking me, sir..." he continues, "I don't deserve it..."

Fuck! My cock jumps inside my pants, and I know we have to eat ASAP, for I'm horny as hell again. Eating does not take that long and, as soon as we are done, I lift Jean and place him on the table. I pull his pants and underwear down and start working his balls. He gasps as I do so. I'm feeling nasty, so I serve a new bowl of soup. It's 6:45 pm. I bring his secured cock and his balls inside the bowl of steaming soup. He moans, for the soup is really hot.

"Any problem, bitch?" I ask him.

"No, sir..." he replies.

I know the soup is very hot and I can only imagine how it feels in his genitals. He's taking it like a good bitch and I love it. I tell him I'm still hungry, so I eat from the soup with his cock and balls inside it. I take a fork and start pinching his balls, pretending I want to eat them. He squirms, but stands still. The time has come for me to abuse him again, so I stand up and tie his hands behind his back with a kitchen dust-cloth. I sit down again and remove the chastity device. His cock goes hard immediately. I take turns pinching his balls and cock with the fork. I pull his foreskin back and use the fork on his cock. I can see he's going insane with pleasure. When the fork pinches his cockhead he moans, and I know I've found the best spot for the abuse, so I keep on pinching his cockhead once and again.

The soup is growing cold, so I bring the pot and serve a new spoonful of hot soup over his dick. He moans in pain, but takes it as a man. This is fucking good. I tell him we're done eating, so I bring him down from the table and carry him in my arms all the way to the bedroom. I tie him in an X on the bed and realize his shirt is still in place. But it's good. I bring a cutter and start running it over the shirt. I can see he's scared, but that only adds up to my sex drive. I run the cutter a bit down and start running it over his cock shaft. Now I run it over his balls. He's REALLY scared now. He's about to voice his concern, but I don't intend to let him, so I quickly place the gag-ball inside his mouth and carry on with the cutter. I won't cut him, I wouldn't hurt my brother, but I love the fact that he gets scared. It sends adrenaline down my spine and blood through my cock.

I cut the shirt and get busy on his nipples. I pinch them, first gently and then more violently. He thrashes and moans under the gag. He wants to move, he is experiencing that helplessness of being used and unable to do anything about it. His cock is rock hard and already leaking pre-cum. I know it's time for me to start on the abuse, so I stroke his cock up and down, releasing the cockhead so I can work it. I polish it as I slap his balls. Every time I slap them his pee slit regales me with a new droplet of pre-cum which I quickly take with my tongue.

"I think it's time for you to try a new toy, bitch."

He squirms pleading with his eyes for me not to, but I laugh at him. I bring the ball crusher which I still haven't used on him, but that uncle Alan used to love torturing me with.

"Look at this, whore!" I tell him as a dangle the device in front of his face, his eyes open wide knowing this is something we haven't tried yet. It is a metal ring devised to capture his balls from the ballsac. It is attached to a metal rollpin on top and has a structure which carries to a second metal rollpin under. The screws bring the balls crushed as they are secured on top. He complains through the gag knowing what's coming. I love the way he thrashes about in anticipation, knowing his balls will be mine for the crushing , knowing I'm going to enjoy every single fucking moment of abuse against his tender big balls.

I secure the ring around the top of his ballsac and position his balls on the right place. And start screwing. He starts squirming and thrashing about, but I keep on screwing. I stop and polish his knob a bit more. I screw a bit more. I polish his cockhead again. I screw a bit more. He's moaning through the gag and his cock is leaking pre-cum all the way down his shaft. He's hard as hell. I screw a bit more. And screw a bit more. I screw until his balls are completely crushed between the rollpins. Then I go back to working his cockhead.

I can see by the way his cock is drooling that he's loving the abuse. It's time for a little spin in our game, so I go to my room and come back holding a fleshlight. I lube it and push it down to his shaft. He squirms. I pull it up. I bring it down. And up. And down. I find a steadier rhythm until he thrashes so much I know he's gonna cum. I remove the fleshlight and pinch his nipples.

"Not yet, bitch!" I tell him and I know he's begging me for me to let him cum. I wanna hear it, so I remove the gag.

"What is it, bitch?" I ask.

"Please, sir..." he says between gasps, "please let me cum sir, please!"

It's 8:00 pm and I'm far from over.

"No!" I yell at him, "you will have to beg better than that."

"Please, sir, please!" he says again.

I pinch his nipples and slap the ball crusher. "Fuck!" he says and I laugh.

"You fucking horny slut!" I tell him slapping the crusher to the sides, "you fucking horny, horny cockslut!"

I remove the small ten centimeter rigged buttplug from his ass and he screams; after all, it's been there all day long. But I have some other plans for his asshole. I go to my room and come back holding my favorite ass torturing plug: A fifteen centimeter monster with the tip shaped as a round cockhead, then a thin waist, then a second cockhead underneath and then the plug end. Both cockheads on it with bumps shaped as pearls all over it.

I lube the new plug in front of his face. "No please, sir!" he says, horror in his face, "that's gonna fucking hurt, sir!"

I slap him. "Of course it's gonna hurt, bitch!" I tell him, "you have no right to cum unless you pay for it with your pain. And you cannot swear, or your balls will pay the consequences!" I finish screwing a bit more.

I place the gag back again on his mouth and start inserting the plug. He moans in pain and I see tears welling up in his eyes. That makes me hornier and I push the whole plug in one single movement. That proves to be too much, for his cock immediately spurts three long shots of white hot cum.

"What the fuck!" I yell at him as I take his cock in my hand and squeeze it madly so it will hurt. He thrashes about and then I use his own cum to polish his knob. "You fucking came without my permission!! I tell him, "And now you'll pay for it!" and saying so, I keep on polishing his cockhead.

I know it's a horrible yet amazing sensation, and I keep on polishing and polishing. He keeps on thrashing. I feel his cock throb in my hand and I know he's close to cumming, so I bring my mouth down and suck on it. As I do so, his gorgeous and veiny cock spurts his second load of the night, the seventh of the day. He's finished cumming but I keep on sucking and he convulses in bed, unable to making me stop. I leave the plug on its place and remove the crusher from his balls. I lay down next to him and remove the gag.

He's gasping for air and I'm slapping his balls, keeping my cock all covered in pre-cum.

"Jonah?" he asks.

"What?" I reply, "is that how you're supposed to address me?"

"I'm sorry," he corrects, "sir?"

"What is it, bitch?"

"Aren't you gonna cum, sir?

I smile and look at him. "Maybe, bitch, why?"

"I'd like you to cum, sir." He adds.

"What do I fucking care what you'd like?" I ask him harshly.

"I just wanted you to know, sir, that my mouth is available for you to cum, sir." He adds, "I'm all yours sir."

That is just way too much. I jump from my place an put my throbbing cock inside his mouth and start face-fucking him. Hard, fast, violently. My cock throbs in madness and then releases all of its load inside Jean's mouth. He swallows my whole lot of spunk. He loves it, I can tell. I untie him and bring him to the shower where I make him kneel.

"Open your mouth!" I command.

He complies instantly and I bring my dick next to his open mouth. He thinks I'm gonna make him suck me. But I'm not. I pull my cock up and seconds later, my pee slit opens to allow a golden flow outside. I keep his face up pulling from his hair, so the golden streams lands on his mouth.

"Swallow bitch!" I order.

He looks shocked at my command, but does not say a thing and starts swallowing as much as he can from my streaming river of piss. Until I'm done.

"Now, you're officially my bitch..." I tell him smiling, "and my urinal. And it's time to flush." As I say it, I step my right foot over his balls and he jumps but takes it.

"Thank you sir," he says as I finish.

I open the faucet and get the shower running. I wash him without untying his hands, as I would a pet. When he's done, I dry him and then secure his chastity device around his cock. It's 10:00 pm. I untie his hands and bring him to bed. I turn on the TV and have him cuddle next to me, the chastity device and the plug still on him.

"Good night, bitch," I tell him.

"Good night, sir," he replies, "Was I any good,sir?"

I smile as I look into his lovely blue eyes and kiss his full pink lips deeply, bringing my tongue inside his mouth. "You were really good, bitch," I tell him, "what do you want for a prize for being such a good bitch, slutty boy?"

"I only want to serve you, sir," he says, "and I want to always have you feed me your man milk, sir. I'm here for you and you alone, sir. You can do whatever you want with me, sir, I'll be happy so long as I can be of use for you sir."

It's so fucking sweet I can't believe how fucking lucky I am.

"You're a fucking good boy, Jean," I tell him, "and for a prize I'll think of something. In the meantime, go on to sleep. Oh, I was forgetting!" I say, "your hand will have to be on my cock at all times as we sleep. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir," he says, "can you kiss me again, sir?"

I cannot deny him that, so we deeply kiss. And then I turn my face to watch some TV. He drifts away almost immediately. I'm also feeling tired. But I'm semi-hard and knowing I'm going to have lots of fun abusing Jean.

 

 

To be continued...

 

 

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