Date: Sun, 11 Mar 2018 09:47:42 -0700 From: Dt Gt Subject: Nephew owns me pt1 Gay male - Authoritarian This is a work of fiction. Please support Nifty. Feedback welcome on bisub401@gmail.com Enjoy. Nephew owns me After several years of skillfully dodging family gatherings, I found myself finally cornered into attending my nephew's sixteenth birthday celebration. It was to be a large family affair, with various siblings, nieces, nephews, parents and grand parents, plus a few close friends of the family. I hadn't seen any of them in years, and been happily enjoying a life separate from them. I was something of a black sheep, having come out as gay about ten years ago, but perhaps it was time to mend bridges. I had recently turned thirty, and was now beginning to appreciate that family is important, regardless of whether you like each other. I pulled into the road my sister and her family lived on, and after a little searching I found a parking spot not too far from the house. There was already a buzz of activity coming from inside as I approached the door and knocked. After a few moments I heard an internal door open and saw a figure approach the door through the frosted glass. The door opened and I was greeted by a young man that I could only assume was my nephew. I was taken aback for a moment, as the ten year old I had last scene had been replaced by a tall, toned and extremely handsome lad. His blond hair was cropped close and there was a twinkle of a diamond stud in his ear that matched th spark in his blue eyes. He grinned at me as I stared, and said, "What's wrong, don't recognise me, uncle Mike?" "Err..Jamie?" I stuttered as I took hold of his proffered hand. His grip was firm and he pulled my hand towards him as he guided me through the door. As we moved into the hall I caught the scent of a decent aftershave, and the unmistakable musk that teenage boys specialise in. Not unpleasant by any means, and I felt briefly guilty for noticing, but I think I must have lingered too close, as Jamie pulled back and gave me a curious look, before winking and breaking into that beautiful grin again. Somewhat dazed by this unexpected moment, he led me into the sitting room to meet and greet the assembled throng. I had never taken much interest in my extended family, and that was no different now. The evening was filled by dull stories about other peoples work and families, and I spent most of it tuning out. I found my gaze would often land on Jamie. His taught frame was visible beneath his well fitted shirt and trousers, and he moved about the room with a self assurance and confidence I still lack to this day. A few times I was worried that he'd caught me looking, and I would turn away quickly, no doubt blushing. At about the half way point I decided to sneak out for a cigarette in my car. I had just lit it when I heard a knock on the window. It was Jamie, signalling me to open the door. "Shove up", he said, as he motioned me to move over. I complied and he climbed in next to me. "You don't mind if I join you," it didn't sound like a request, "I'm gasping for a smoke. Give me those," he said, pointing to the packet of cigarettes. I handed the over and he took one, lit it, before placing the packet in his pocket. I was a little stunned at this, but found I couldn't speak to complain. This beautiful, fit and confident lad, sat in such close proximity, had me completely tongue tied. "So, uncle Mike, I hear you're a faggot." Again, it wasn't really a question. It was like he was stating an obvious fact. If I was stunned before this left me completely reeling. "Er, what?!" I finally managed to say. "It's alright uncle, I've seen you looking at me. I've seen that look plenty of times from plenty of faggots. You'd be surprised how many queer boys like you wanna worship me. I understand." He had leaned in closer as he said this, so that his face was six inches from mine. I could smell him again now, the mix of aftershave, smoke and his hot teenage scent reaching into my nostrils and switching off my resistance. I tried to avoid his eyes but found my gaze drawn back to those sparkling blue eyes, now filled not with friendliness but with a cruel arrogance. My dick had gone from soft to rock hard as he spoke. He glanced down and notice my tenting trousers. "See," he said. "Your dick knows you're a faggot. You're dick knows that you belong under my feet, worshipping me. And I'm gonna let you, but you have to do something for me." "What?" I muttered. He slapped my hard around the face, making my ears ring. "It's Master to you, faggot." He growled. "What can I do for you, Master?" I stammered out. His smile grew wider as he heard me submit to him. "Well, fag, I don't think the present you got me for my birthday was good enough. I think you can do much better than that. Take out your wallet." I quickly complied, and reached into my jacket to produce the brown leather wallet. "Hand it to me", he ordered, clicking his fingers. In a trance now I handed him the wallet. My dick was now aching in my pants, precum soaking into the fabric. I watched open mouthed as he removed all of the notes and counted them. "£250. That's a start." He smiled and held eye contact as he slipped the cash into his pocket. He then hawked up some phlegm into his mouth, before spitting into my now empty wallet. He threw it back to me, and it bounced down into the footwell. "And now for your reward, faggot", he said as he lifted his arm above his head. "Sniff", he ordered. Sweat had soaked into the armpit of his shirt, and the moist, warm fabric greeted my nose as I leant in. I inhaled deeply. "That's it faggot, take it into your lungs. Let my smell get inside you, into your brain. Let it turn you into the drooling little cash faggot I just proved you are." His words were hypnotic, and with the effect of his pit sweat his words came true and I drooled and kissed at his ripe pit. Unnoticed by me he had removed one of his trainers and now brought that up to my face. He placed it over my mouth and nose and ordered me to breath it in. The stink of his feet had an even more potent effect, and as the acrid stench filled me up my dick began to spasm as I orgasmed. Jamie clearly noticed what was happening. "That's it, faggot. That's how you get to cum from now on. Breathing in my foot stink like a good, addicted little bitch. You're mine whether you like it or not, and I'm going to fuck you over completely. Welcome to you new life, faggot." With that he put his trainer back on and opened the car door. "Clean yourself up before coming back in, bitch. We'll have more fun later." And with that he left to return to the party. I watched him go, my cum oozing in my boxers and the smell of him still in my nose. I couldn't quite believe what had happened, but one thing was certain, I would be crawling back to my new master for more of whatever he wanted to dish out. Thanks for reading. More to come.