Date: Sun, 14 Mar 2010 01:15:13 -0800 (PST) From: Uncle Wiggly Subject: Sweet Sixteen, Chapter 3 My apologies to all the other authors I have cursed for making continuity errors. It seems that I have made one myself. In the third paragraph of the first chapter, I correctly referred to the twins as Timmy and Tommy Dalton. In the fourth paragraph of the second chapter, I incorrectly referred to them as Timmy and Tommy Thomas and their father John Thomas. This was left over from the first draft. I had intended for everyone in boy's family to have names which were slang terms for the penis, since the Priapic phallus is the only god for whom boy falls to his knees. John Thomas VI is Daddy's distinguished name. I'm sure my error is due to cosmic retribution for being a smart ass, and not noticed by anyone but the anal retentive author. This is why I have never before posted a story. I obsess over every minute detail. If you notice any other errors, please be kind and bring them to my attention. I must say that I am blown away by the praise that I have received. You are too kind. Though this chapter contains no real sex, it will explain some details and will be somewhat entertaining I hope. As in Chapter 1, the same disclaimer applies. Sweet Sixteen by Augustus T. Wigglesworth IV Chapter 3 Of the brothers, Daddy had always been the softy. Their father was a cruel disciplinarian. His punishments bordered on the sadistic. It had toughened Dick, but Daddy was always able to maintain His kind demeanor. By His early teens, Daddy had outgrown their father. He had been putting on muscle and bulk thanks to a coach who knew of their father's cruelty. When He was 14, He happened upon His father beating one of His brothers. The boy had long ago passed out from the pain. Daddy grabbed His father's arm--breaking it in three places--and threw him against a wall. He tended to His brother's wounds. Then while His father was still unconscious, Daddy used His boy scout training to set His father's arm. He purposely misaligned the bones so that they would fuse improperly, thus preventing His father from ever again lifting anything heavier than a quill pen. Having been warned several times before and suspected in the disappearance of several slave boys, their father did not pursue the matter. But eventually his sadistic side won out, and he kidnapped a young boy off the street. He tortured the poor boy and left him for dead. The boy was discovered in time, and after a lengthy recovery, he was able to identify his captor. Unfortunately for Father, the boy turned out to be the son of a federal magistrate with political clout far outreaching his own. Father was cleanly and quietly removed from his home and executed. One month shy of His 21st birthday, Daddy was awarded custody of His brothers. He swore that He would never treat anyone cruelly. Even the lowest slave. Yet now, He was in the position of having to discipline His beloved boy, and the next few days were sheer torture for Him. According to all the literature, Daddy was supposed to be very forceful with boy. Not giving an inch. Using discipline as much, and as harshly, as the situation required. After all, boy was considered a fucktoy. he might be human and have feelings, but they were inconsequential. Daddy had ordered boy to His specifications, in order to make Himself happy, but right now, He was not happy. boy was a prototype. Aside from the usual sperm donation, personality profiles, and biometric scans, Daddy underwent brain-mapping, and samples were taken of every tissue and fluid that His body produced. Gas chromatography was used to determine the exact chemical makeup of Daddy's pheromones. boy was not just any pussyboy. he was Daddy's pussyboy. Like any good pussyboy, he would respond to the attentions of any man, but when Daddy touched any of boy's five senses, the cognitive portion of boy's brain shut down. boy literally felt what his Daddy felt. The problem was that Daddy had underestimated the extent to which boy would affect Him. Over the sixteen years, Daddy had come to adore boy as much as boy adored Him. Daddy too felt what boy felt, though not to the same degree. He felt boy's fear and sadness, and several times the old softy had to leave the room in order to shed His own tears. But it had to be done. boy had to learn his place. Though he was human and genetically related to Daddy, he was a possession. Daddy was his owner. boy was like a prized pet, and indeed many boy fanciers showed their boys. The Eastminster boy Show was always tops in the ratings, and boy would have easily won "best in Show" had Daddy decided to enter him. But a trophy boy was not what Daddy wanted. He was a lonely man and He wanted companionship. Though He was on Paxim magazine's Most Eligible Bachelors list, Daddy was not looking for a husband. He was not looking for an equal partner. He would be loathe to admit it, but He did inherit some of His father's need to control and dominate. boy met His needs perfectly. he was affectionate, warm, and obedient. Cuddly and responsive. Daddy thoroughly enjoyed doting on His boy for the first sixteen years and He knew He would enjoy the years to come even more. boy would still be just as beautiful and lovable, but now he would also be accommodating. his warm holes would be there if Daddy needed to drop a load during the night or take a long hot piss during the day. Daddy looked forward to the warm velvet clutch of boy's rectum on those cold winter nights. The sad thing--the thing that boy needed to understand--was that very little had changed. he had been drinking his Daddy's semen and urine since S.T.O.R.C. had delivered him. he already obeyed all of Daddy's commands without question. he always thought of his Daddy before he thought of himself. The only real changes to boy's life were superficial ones. First of all, boy's only clothing would be a baby blue jockstrap, and that would only be for special occasions. Most of the time, boy would be kept naked. boy had always wanted to be naked, but it was never allowed. he had no particular attachment to any of his clothes, but the abrupt way in which his clothes were taken away frightened him. he thought it was a punishment, but for what, he did not know. Secondly, with the exception of his toy box, all of the furniture was removed from boy's room. his new bed was just as comfortable as his old one. Only now it was round and covered in soft corduroy and sat directly on the floor. Daddy had foregone the beds in the Orvis catalog and had this bed especially made for boy. The AC in Daddy's wing of the house was even set to a higher temperature, so boy no longer needed a soft comforter at night. And he still had his plush Sponge Bob and Patrick dolls to cuddle. Peter had used his skills as a photographer for his school newspaper to take some beefcake shots of Daddy as well as some masturbation shots and close-ups of Daddy's magnificent phallus ejaculating its warm, sticky seed. The photos were blown up poster size and were used to replace all of the Taylor Lautner and Jonas Brothers posters in boy's room. The third and undeniably frightening change was that the wall adjoining Daddy's and boy's rooms was removed and replaced with bars like in a kennel. Even though they were covered in foam and matching baby blue corduroy, one had to admit that it still had the feeling of a cell. It was an unnecessary affectation, since Daddy's words had always been an invisible kennel for boy. If Daddy told him not to do something or not to go somewhere, boy didn't. Just the fear of displeasing Daddy kept him in line. Eventually, the bars were removed since the keys always ended up on the floor beside boy's pillow where Daddy dropped them as He took boy. Many a morn, boy had to hand the keys to Daddy in order to unlock boy's kennel and let him out for his morning walk/fuck. The pretense of "Johnson the butler" was dropped as well, and slave was once again stripped and shackled. It took boy several days to remember to call slave "slave." he received a pop on his luscious bottom every time he referred to it by its former name. boy was curious about the metal sheathe which enclosed what boy assumed to be its penis even though it was so small. But boy had learned not to ask questions, especially those concerning slave. slave still saw to boy's needs, but it was done in silence now as slave was not allowed to speak unless spoken to by anyone but boy. The same rule applied to boy, but Daddy excused it since He had secretly come to love boy's sweet lilting voice. boy did not know how lucky he was. Most of his former classmates from THE BATES SCHOOL for boys were undergoing the same training, but under much harsher circumstances. Just next door, the Dalton twins were having the most difficult time since their Daddy had decided to separate them for the first time in their lives. Because of the fear caused by the separation, the training was going slowly. But because of his unique design, boy was much easier to train than the older models. Most of the other boys were receiving canings for the smallest infractions. Even though time had healed the wounds of His father's abuses, Daddy did not even consider the use of any instrument of corporal punishment. A pop from a rolled up newspaper was the only punishment that boy received. That first night, Daddy realized that removing the bedroom wall had not been the best idea. boy's soft cries and whimpers kept Him up for most of the night. Daddy still had to speak the five word code that would complete boy's imprinting and permanently bond boy to Him. Doing so would stop boy's tears and fears, and he would be physically incapable of any disobedience. But Daddy was hesitant. Since boy was the first of his kind, no one really knew what would happen once the words were spoken. Countless computer models were run. All but one test resulted in a happy virtual boy ready to bend over backwards to meet his Daddy's needs. That one test, however, resulted in a nightmare scenario. The virtual boy became an automaton. he showed no emotion. he did exactly what he was told, but nothing more. Eventually the simulated boy died from malnourishment. he did not eat unless someone told him to pick up the food, put it in his mouth, chew, and swallow. Daddy could not bear the thought of losing his boy. He knew that S.T.O.R.C. could easily fabricate a new boy to the same specifications and PedEx him to Daddy the following day, but it wouldn't be the same. After His second sleepless night, Daddy took His breakfast alone in His study. He was deep in thought when slave knocked. "Uh, yes, yes. What is it?" "May it enter and remove Your tray, Master?" "Yes, come in." slave scurried in and fiddled with the tray's contents. As it was about to leave, Daddy pointed to a place by His feet and said, "Stop that and kneel here." "Yes, Master." slave assumed that it was going to take Daddy's morning piss, but it did not move to open Daddy's trousers without being told to do so. it was surprised at Daddy's words. "slave, I have a problem. I think that perhaps slave can help Me." slave waited quietly until Daddy spoke again. "I'm finding this whole situation unpleasant. I don't enjoy inflicting pain and I don't like to hear crying. I have no experience in training a boy, a slave, or even a puppy. By the time I took custody, My father had already completed My brother Johnson's slave training, resulting in the sad, sniveling thing that scurried into My study just now." "slave is sorry, Mast..." "Silence!" Daddy shouted. "I know that Johnson was not meant to be a slave, but Father picked up on a certain weakness of character and exploited it. slave could never be truly content having known a better life and not possessing the proper genetic predisposition to service." Daddy continued, "I don't want that for boy. I want a smiling, happy boy who wants nothing more than to service his Daddy. I've decided to have slave speak with boy. it must explain to boy that this is what boy was meant to be and that nothing but the facade has changed in our relationship. I want slave to do this today. I give slave My permission to speak freely with boy until told otherwise. it must be convincing. I expect boy to have accepted his place by dinnertime or slave will be punished. Does it understand?" "Yes, Master," slave said. "Good. Now stand up and go about its duties. I don't want to see slave or boy until this evening," Daddy said with a dismissive gesture. slave headed to door. it almost dropped the tray when it heard, "And Johnson! No mention is to be made of your relationship to Me or boy. I'm sorry for what Father did to you and I appreciate your sperm donation, but you are, and always will be, a slave. Is that understood!?!" "Y.. Y.. Yes, Master." What no one but Daddy and His doctor knew was that Daddy was sterile. During one of his more sadistic punishments, His father had subjected Him to extreme cock and ball torture. Fortunately, no permanent damage was done to Daddy's penis and it had grown to the Herculean monument that it was today. But the same was not true of His testicles. They were both damaged and had withered on the vine. When Daddy reached adulthood, He had consulted a leading urologist who had replaced both orbs with the latest in prosthetics. They not only looked and felt real, but they produced a potent mixture of synthetic testosterone and other male hormones which allowed Daddy to develop His fine musculature with minimum effort and no side effects. Normally, a Daddy's sperm sample was taken, and with proper behavioural modifications, the DNA was used to produce a pussyboy. But in Daddy's case, sperm was taken from slave. Unlike Dick, Daddy and Johnson shared the same egg donor. slave's years of servitude had in fact altered its DNA making it the perfect sperm donor for boy. Since Daddy still felt some affection for His late brother, He allowed slave one orgasm a year. slave's semen usually washed down the drain along with Daddy's piss, but one year Daddy carefully collected slave's little swimmers. While releasing a strong yellow stream into slave's mouth, Daddy had let it slip as to why He collected its sperm. Immediately realizing what He had done, Daddy informed slave that if it ever uttered a word to anyone, it would lose the proper equipment to produce its annual orgasm. slave never said a thing to a soul. This became more difficult as Bobby grew into such a beautiful boy. slave could not help but feel a certain pride when it looked at the boy. Though slave had no worldly possessions, it did have one thing that Daddy did not. A son.