Date: Sat, 12 Jun 2010 21:14:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Uncle Wiggly <uncle.wiggly@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sweet Sixteen, Chapter 5

It has been many months since my last installment, so I felt that I should
reiterate my disclaimer.

This is FICTION! If there were a place like this on Earth, I'd already have
a house there!

If you're offended by the idea of guys having sex, then WTF are you doing
on a site with "gay" in the address bar!?! Google "psychotherapists" and
shut the fuck up!

You know you shouldn't be reading this if you're underage or it's illegal
where you live, so don't blame me if big, beefy men in bulging blue
uniforms frisk you, shackle you, and throw you in the hoosegow where
sweaty, muscular guys with shaved heads and tattoos want to have long,
penetrating conversations with you. That would be awful. Wouldn't it?

"Sweet Sixteen" is intended for the Incest and Authoritarian categories.
There is a small amount of raunch in this chapter and may be more in future
chapters. The authority figures are pushovers, so punishments are mild.
Those who delight in inflicting or receiving pain will be sorely
disappointed.

Many, many, many thanks to those of you who have praised my story and
encouraged, even begged, me to continue it. I would especially like to
thank Matthew Templar, one of Nifty's Prolific Authors, for his kind
correspondence.

In the last few months, life has left me feeling numb and uninspired.
However, this weekend, a particularly bad bout of insomnia has caused a
little disconnect in the old oatmeal dome and I was able to get a little
creating done.

One of the things that stymied this chapter was the description of the
bedroom suites. I rewrote those paragraphs from scratch about five times. I
had a clear picture of it in my head, but the description sounded like a
Tessaract or the interior of Dr. Who's Tardis. I finally had to sketch it
out on paper and go from there.

It gets a little science fictiony at the end, but there won't be a lot of
that in the future. Plus if you don't like it, you can bite my shiny metal
ass!


Sweet Sixteen by Augustus T. Wigglesworth IV


Chapter 5

Daddy's and Bobby's suites were side by side and shared a common wall. Each
consisted of an outer sitting room (or playroom in Bobby's case), a
bedroom, and a private bath. Both faced the back gardens, tennis court, and
swimming pool. Daddy's suite was of course the larger of the two, and being
a corner room, it had French doors opening onto a private sun deck on one
side.

Now what had been two suites was one large space. With the exception of
Daddy's sitting room, the wall separating the two suites as well as the
wall separating Bobby's playroom from his nursery had been completely
removed. boy now had one large kennel. The wall was replaced by padded bars
covered in the same baby blue corduroy as boy's new Cedar dog bed. Velvet
curtains of a deep crimson could be drawn in front of the bars in order to
give Daddy some privacy. They were currently hidden in recesses in the dark
wood paneling of Daddy's room. They would remain there the majority of the
time since Daddy liked to gaze upon his objets d'art whenever he felt like
it. Like Donatello's David or a photograph by von Gloeden, boy was meant to
be seen and not hidden behind heavy fabric.

Daddy had originally planned on walling over the door that opened into
Bobby's old bedroom. Instead, he had the hinges changed so that the door
now opened out like a closet door. Just inside the door was a small viewing
cage with a gate that opened into boy's kennel. The enclosure was made of
the same corduroy-covered bars. This would allow Daddy's guests to admire
boy without traipsing through Daddy's bedroom.

The colourful carpet with the railroad tracks in Bobby's room was now
covered by a layer of plastic topped with old newspapers. Though Daddy
preferred plush carpet, it was no longer practical. Even when boy's
training was finished, there would still be spills and drips and puddles.
The newspapers were a temporary solution since the stain-resistant rubber
flooring had not yet arrived. It had to be specially made. Most garage
owners and dungeon Masters chose charcoal gray or black, so baby blue was
definitely not a standard colour.

Daddy's space remained the same with the exception of the wall. It had
stately furnishings befitting a man of His means. The deep crimson carpet
was covered by a large antique Oriental rug. The bed and chairs were
covered in fabrics of the same rich colour.

With the exception of the artwork, the walls were the only thing that
remained unchanged in boy's kennel. boy had already decided that his
Daddy's ejaculating phallus was much more interesting than the doe-eyed
Jonas Brothers, but he wasn't happy with anything else.

The two bathrooms had been combined to form one large bath with the
standard fixtures that one would find in any well appointed home as well as
a few new ones. Where the two shower stalls had stood back to back was now
a large tiled area completely enclosed in glass. In the center of the
enclosure, a tiled bench rose from the floor. All sorts of nozzles and
shower heads covered the ceiling and the one tiled wall. boy's eyes were
immediately drawn to one oddly-shaped hand-held nozzle. It was shiny chrome
and resembled an erect penis. It even had a large piss slit (more of a hole
actually) and it sat on a hook at a 45 degree angle. boy thought it looked
like the wall had a boner! he giggled and his little penis snapped up
against his perfectly smooth tummy. he was about to ask slave about it when
he felt a sudden tug on his leash and almost fell over.

"I'm sorry, Bobby," slave said as it grabbed boy before he could hit the
floor. "We must get a move on. No time for dilly-dallying."

"Yes, Johnson," said boy as his eyes began to tear.

slave led boy over to one of the new fixtures. It was basically a ceramic
square set into the floor. The sides sloped down to a hole in the middle
and there was a raised foot-shaped pad on each side.

"This is your new toilet. your Daddy had it imported from Japan. He said
it's better for a boy to use this since a regular toilet is too much like a
chair." it then realized that the new rule about staying off the furniture
had not yet been explained to boy. "You put your feet there and there, and
then you squat over the hole. Do you have to go pee-pee now?"

"No, but my legs don't feel nice where I had my accident," boy pouted

"Well, since you'll have a bath and a thorough grooming later today," slave
said as it gestured to a large stainless steel table about waist high, "How
about a sponge bath right now?"

"OK," said boy as slave led him over to the sink. boy had already adjusted
to his leash and seemed to sense where slave was going before he even felt
a tug.

While boy washed his face like he did every morning, slave took a wash
cloth from the warming rack and wet it with warm water. it then pulled boy
back from the sink while it proceeded to wipe him down.

As he stood there letting slave do its work, boy noticed that the entire
wall behind the sink was now covered from floor to ceiling with mirrored
panels. boy was reminded of what slave had said about his body. That it was
beautiful and that Daddy would want to look at it.

Though the huge mansion was filled with mirrors and other reflective
surfaces, boy had never really paid much attention to his appearance. he
could comb his own hair and he knew when his face was dirty, but he had
never studied his reflection. he had heard Men use the word "beautiful"
when referring to him ever since he was a child, but it had never really
registered. To boy, all boys and Men were beautiful. Perhaps it was just
the mirrored wall or maybe it was the subconscious knowledge that he was
now a possession, but for the first time in his life, boy looked at himself
objectively. he was indeed exquisite. Soft, rich brown hair with just a bit
of curl was cut short and a little spiky in front. Pale green eyes were
shaded by long brown lashes. his eyes crinkled when he smiled--in truth his
entire face lit up. A light spray of freckles across a perfect nose, a set
of rosy dimpled cheeks, and a full mouth with succulent pink lips completed
his face.

boy had seen pictures of the Kouroi, Hylas, Ganymede, Cupid, and other
youths in his art history books and had a good understanding of what
constituted the beauty of the male youth. he had always marveled at the
beauty of the twins and his other little schoolboy friends, but he had
never applied the same ideals to himself.

his eyes scanned downed past his collar to the perfect musculature of his
body. his NAKED body! he suddenly realized that he had never seen himself
naked before. he was only allowed to be naked in the confines of his
bathroom and bedroom when slave was bathing, massaging, or dressing him,
and the only mirror in his suite was on the medicine cabinet above the
sink. About 5' 7", boy had the body of a gymnast which was one of the many
physical activities in which he had participated at his school. Because of
his perfect genes, he could sit and eat chocolate-covered gummy bears all
day and still maintain a perfect form (even though he might have a slight
tummy ache). he turned and looked back over his shoulder to the shelf of
his buttocks. Each cheek was just the right size to fit nicely in a Man's
hand. his Daddy's hand. And each dimpled cheek curved out in a perfect arc
atop each muscular leg. When he looked back in the mirror, his eyes landed
on his
completely hairless pubis. A small, but perfectly proportioned, penis hung
from the bow of his Apollo's Girdle. A paper thin foreskin almost covered
his glistening pink glans. It was folded back at a jaunty angle, exposing
his moist piss slit. The delicious morsel sat atop a small, smooth scrotal
sac. his left testicle hanging slightly lower than the right.

boy realized that indeed he was beautiful, and pulled his shoulders back
and raised his chin looking like the champion that he was. his realization
caused his skin to flush and his precious endowment to once again become
tumescent. he was brought back to reality when he heard slave groan. it too
had been drinking in boy's beauty and once again the chastity device
painfully squeezed its useless appendage. (its predicament would only be
quelled by an immersion in ice water and its resulting shrinkage.)

At once, boy realized that slave too was naked and collared. But instead of
a studded shiny black leather one, slave's collar was a smooth steel ring
fitted seamlessly around its neck almost as if it had grown into it (which
indeed it had). Before boy could speak, slave yanked boy's leash and led
him out of the bathroom, through his kennel, and down the stairs.

Physical and emotional pain as well as exasperation at the continued
questions caused slave to be a bit more rough with the delicate boy than it
had to be. boy was crying by the time they reached the kitchen. it quickly
led boy to the sink. it took a cool moistened towel, and began to wipe away
boy's sadness and calm his upset.

"Sweet, sweet Bobby. You are so full of questions, and there is just not
enough time to answer them all today. There is much to do before
dinnertime. You must listen carefully today and do what I say without
question. Today, you are Bobby and I am Johnson, just as always. But only
when we are alone and only for today. After today, you will forevermore be
known as 'boy' and I," it placed its hand to its chest, "will be known as
'slave.' Now come over and eat your breakfast while I tidy up."

boy went to pull out a chair at the kitchen table, but slave stopped him
before he could sit.

"No, your breakfast is over here by the back door."

it led boy over to a small tray with legs. It was in fact Bobby's old bed
tray. before the tray was a much smaller version of his new bed in the same
baby blue corduroy with "boy" embroidered in navy blue letters. A cup, a
glass, and a small plate--all made of unbreakable plastic--sat atop a shiny
matt of foam-backed vinyl for easy cleaning. All were festooned with a
stick figure of a boy with a big smile and a big black collar romping
through sunny fields of flowers. Even his erect little penis was rendered
in black paint marker. Each piece had "boy" written on it in a childlike
hand. The contents of the plastic dinnerware were boy's standard breakfast
consisting of a glass of Daddy's urine, a cup full of Daddy's semen mixed
with water to thin it, and a protein bar containing more of Daddy's semen
and other special ingredients. Having been sent to bed without supper the
previous evening, boy was so hungry that he dove into his breakfast with
gusto. As
boy took a big swig of Daddy's special apple juice, it finally dawned on
him. he had eaten fresh apple slices with his school lunches before. The
sweet flesh of the apple tasted nothing like what he was drinking now, in
fact, the liquid in his mouth now tasted much more like this morning's
"accident," though much stronger.

"Johnson? This is pee-pee. Isn't it?"

"Yes, it's your Daddy's. It's called urine and everyone makes it. boys call
it pee-pee and men call it piss, but that's a dirty word reserved for when
you're having special fun with Daddy. There's a tube leading from your
Daddy's toilet right here to the refrigerator. It's stored in here."

slave opened the door and showed boy the chilled container.

"Every time your Daddy goes to the bathroom, it trickles through a tube
that comes out here. See. You just press your glass to this little lever in
the door to get an ice cold glass. you can get it for yourself from now
on. Unless you're in you're kennel... hmm... I'll fill your Sponge Bob
Sigg™ bottle with it to keep on the floor by your bed in case you get
thirsty during the night. If you want it warm, just ask your Daddy and you
can drink some fresh from the tap. You can drink water too, but this is
better for you."

Since most boys served the dual purpose of cum dump and toilet, their tight
little bodies were designed to benefit from the minerals and other bodily
wastes found in Real Men's urine and the rich protein found in Daddies'
thick, sticky goo.

"Is this Daddy's cum in the cup?"

"Yes, mixed with a little warm water to thin it down. Your Daddy shoots
huge loads of very thick cum. You're going to have to be careful not to
choke until you get used to swallowing it."

A frisbee flying by the window caught boy's attention before he could ask
about the chocolaty protein bar. slave was glad not to have to explain the
contents of that. it wasn't quite sure how boy was going to take that
little tidbit of information.

A long wolf whistle came from the open Dutch door. boy looked up to see his
handsome cousin standing there. Peter's golden hair was matted with sweat.
His skin literally gleamed in the morning sunlight giving the impression of
a bronze statue of Apollo. boy's little penis hardened as he grinned up at
his big handsome cousin.

"Lookin' good, cuz. Lookin' good!"

"Good morning, Peter."

Peter came in the door and approached his cousin. slave knew that Peter's
contact with boy was strictly verboten, but could say or do nothing as it
knelt on the floor, its eyes downcast. In a way though, slave was
glad. Peter had a cruel streak that military school had not completely
quashed. Peter and slave both knew that he was not allowed to have ANY
unsupervised contact with boy, but once again, he was flaunting
authority. slave knew that every centimeter of the house was under
electronic surveillance. Daddy as the head of the household reviewed the
footage periodically. Peter was always caught and punishment was always
swift and severe, but the older boy never seemed to learn.

Both boy and slave remained on their knees as Peter entered the room. What
was done in deference by slave was merely reflex for boy. Peter stopped
directly in front of boy. his bulging crotch was just millimeters from
boy's nose. boy could not help but inhale deeply. The pheromones rising
from Peter's sweaty body intoxicated boy into silence. Peter stood for a
moment chuckling at boy's instinctual behaviour.

"you like my smell, boy?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Peter."

"Well, I guess you've still got a few more lessons to learn. I just came in
to drain the lizard anyway."

He stepped over to slave and pulled the waistbands of his shorts and
jockstrap under his balls. slave automatically took Peter's heavy endowment
into its throat and gulped down the byproducts of the sports drink that
Peter drank that morning.

boy watched raptly as his handsome cousin urinated down slave's throat. It
went on for minutes. slave was thankful not to be smothered by Peter's
bushy pubes any longer. He was much better groomed since he began swimming.

"Want to go out and play frisbee with me, boy. Maybe this afternoon, I can
take you down to the boy run at the park. you can romp and play with the
other boys."

By now, the deluge had stopped and Peter began to haul his massive
appendage out of slave's throat. He let out a guffaw at boy's reaction.

"Hey, I guess you've never seen Big Pete before, huh? Pretty nice, ain't
he? Want a closer look?"

Peter's member quickly rose and lengthened as he crossed the room to
boy. Still glistening with slave's spit, it swung back and forth slapping
his thighs with each step--teenage testosterone leading the way. boy's lips
quivered and little whines escaped his throat as he watched, immobile.

Suddenly, Peter's expression changed and he rapidly tried to shove his
hardened meat into his completely inadequate sports attire.

boy jumped as he heard, "PETER!!!!" shouted from the doorway. The spell
broken, boy turned to see his tall, muscular uncle in the door.

Uncle Dick, a retired Marine Commandant, crossed the floor in the blink of
an eye. He grabbed Peter by the back of the neck and wrangled him out of
the room. Peter looked like a marionette with his feet barely touching the
floor. slave allowed the smallest hint of a smile to break its rigid
expression. it had remained kneeling in silent deference to its Masters the
entire time.

"Is Peter in trouble?" boy asked.

"Yes, Peter is a lot of trouble," realizing its slip, slave said, "I mean,
Peter is IN a lot of trouble."

"Why?"

"Because he's not allowed to talk to you."

"He's talked to me before."

"But not since your train... your birthday party. For the next week, you
were only supposed to see your Daddy."

"But I see you."

"I don't count."

"But..."

"BOBBY! Enough questions. Remember what we talked about this
morning. Listen and don't ask so many questions."

"I'm sorry," boy meekly replied.

"That's OK. it... I'm sorry for yelling at you," slave said. Years of
conditioning had taught slave not to use the pronoun "I," but it knew that
boy was not ready to understand such subtleties. it hoped that its Master
would not punish it too severely for disobeying this most basic of orders.

In actuality, Daddy, who had been watching the entire morning on a closed
circuit monitor in a room hidden away on the third floor, was impressed by
slave's handling of boy. He once again thought of freeing slave, but knew
that slave would not survive on its own, and once enslaved, it was
virtually impossible to get a slave's identity legally reinstated. It had
been done, but rarely and only with the young. Daddy's Father had enslaved
Johnson while Daddy was away at college. The boy was already 14. The whole
matter was highly illegal since Johnson had not committed any crime and his
Father had no outstanding debts. But it was not the first time, nor would
it be the last, that a rich Man got away with committing a crime. The whole
unfortunate incident had backfired though. The Men of the city no longer
trusted a Man who would enslave His own son for no apparent
reason. Father's reputation never recovered.

As He watched the morning's proceedings, Daddy was also reminded that
Johnson was probably the most intelligent and certainly the most perceptive
of the three brothers. Unfortunately, he was also the most unManly. Daddy
decided that slave's punishment would be mild.

The rest of the day passed quickly as boy got a crash course in how to be a
boy. slave's training of boy was quite successful if a bit unorthodox.
Since boy was a prototype, the "boys for Dummies" book did not have much
helpful information. If boy were not human, one could say that he was being
beta tested. But boy was human. Completely human. But manufactured
human. The previous model had been quite successful. In fact, the twins and
the majority of Bobby's little schoolboy friends were Gen Sixers. (There
were a few Generation Fives mixed in. Foreign models.) But boy was the
first and only one of his kind. he represented a paradigm shift. Completely
engineered from the chromosomal level up. His DNA was a mixture of human
from his sperm donor and that of several disparate animals. This accounted
for boy's heightened senses, his faster reflexes, and his instinctual
behaviour. boy was literally born "in heat." When exposed to the pheromones
of Real Men,
his blood vessels would dilate, some muscles would expand while others
contracted, and certain cognitive functions would shut down while the
oldest parts of his brain would come alive.

he had the senses and instincts of both predator and prey. In fact, the
original concept for boy came from that of a soldier model test-marketed
during the last war cycle. A bright young genetic designer who tinkered on
boys in his spare time took some of the ideas developed for the soldier
program and began looking for financial backers. A military contractor
friend of Dick's had put the brilliant young Man in touch with Daddy who
immediately saw the potential for a new boy. Together the Men founded the
Swollen Testicle Output Receptacle Corporation or S.T.O.R.C. for
short. Daddy was a silent partner, but held a controlling interest in the
stock through dummy corporations.

Gen Sixers had required much more harsh methods of training--something that
the Dalton twins were having to endure next door. Since their donor DNA
remained largely unchanged, Generation 6 boys literally had to be broken.
THE BATES SCHOOL for boys helped greatly by training the boys to be
submissive to Real Men, exposing them to sexual stimuli at every turn, and
dampening the emergence of ego. This was all done in a "soft" environment
to prevent boys from turning out like slave, or worse yet, from withering
away into soulless automatons. Drug treatments helped too, but there were
still failures.

"Breaking" boy was not necessary. The incident with Peter that morning,
though unplanned, had provided new insight for both slave and Daddy. Of
course, slave was not privy to Daddy's business dealings, but it knew
something was different about boy. slave had carefully studied boy's
reaction to Peter from the moment he came to the door. In fact, slave had
been looking directly at boy when the frisbee flew by the window. it had
seen boy's catlike reaction to the movement, and though slave could not
smell Peter from a distance, it noticed that boy's nostrils flared and the
hair stood up on the back of his neck before Peter even came into
sight. boy's reaction to Peter's sweaty upthrust crotch far surpassed even
that of the finest cocksucker sluts and cum whores in the city's boydellos.
When a Real Man entered boy's vicinity, he got tunnel vision. he
experienced time dilation and became hyper-focused.

slave sensed great potential in boy and felt that he would please Daddy
greatly. And that pleased it. Johnson had loved Daddy dearly as a brother
and slave worshipped Daddy as its Master. it wanted Him to be happy. In the
back of slave's mind though, it was most pleased with the knowledge that
the fruit of its loins was to become Daddy's most cherished possession.