Date: Sat, 18 Nov 2000 14:50:02 -0500 (EST)
From: Marc <Rim4you@webtv.net>
Subject: The Journey (Part 5)

Disclaimer:

The following story deals with incest, watersports and scat. If this is
offensive to you or if you are under the age of eighteen, STOP HERE!

The Journey (Part 5)
By Rim4you

Chapter 9

September 24, 1996

Uncle Brian's visit over Labor Day weekend was memorable indeed. Dad and
I helped him with his luggage up to the spare bedroom next to mine.
There he unpacked some of his gear, and handed Dad a smaller, overnight
bag.

"What's in that bag, Uncle Brian?" I asked, curious as always.

"Oh! Just some of my toys!"

"Can I see?"

"You will, Philip. In due time."

"The kid just can't get enough sex!" Dad remarked, chuckling.

"I just enjoy having sex, Dad. Especially dirty sex!"

"That's the best kind, Philip!" Uncle Brian replied, flashing me a
wonderful smile.

As I watched my Uncle unpack his things I couldn't help but undress him
with my eyes. Dad had said, that morning when we measured our dicks,
that Uncle Brian was bigger. I couldn't imagine anything bigger than
Dad's cock!

It was obvious that Uncle Brian was into weightlifting. To me, he seemed
to bulge everywhere. His jeans were so tight, they looked like they had
been painted on him.
When he bent over to slide his suitcase under the bed, I whistled.

"You like that, huh?" He said, grinning from ear to ear, gyrating his
ass in the air.

"Oh yeah!" I said. "And I bet it's hairy too!"
"You'll find out, Philip. In due time."

Uncle Brian straightend himself up and looked at Dad. He reached down
and groped his obviously full basket.

"Bet you can't wait for your little brother's big dick up your ass,
Chris! With me working your ass and Philip working mine over, the three
of us are going to have one helluva time!"

Dad smiled approvingly at his kid brother and winked at me. I was nearly
panting with excitement. Drooling would be a better word. Hell! I had
two goodlooking, beefy hunks to play with. What more could a horny
twelve year old ask for?

"I'll take your toys down to the basement," Dad said, grabbing the hefty
bag and copping a feel of his brother's inviting bulge.

Uncle Brian and I sat down on the bed. I couldn't keep my eyes off of
him. He was the most gorgeous man I had ever laid eyes on!

"Can I ask you something, Uncle Brian?"

"Sure you can, Philip. You can ask me anything."

"When did you and Dad start messin' around?"

"Oh! I guess it started when I was around your age, maybe I was a little
younger. Chris was in high school."

"I see. When it all started, did you ... uh ... I mean at first ... uh
... think that what you were doing was wrong? I mean, being that it was
incest and all."

"Well, Philip, at first I did. But then, after I thought about it, he
was my brother and I idolized him. We were always close. I made him feel
good and he did the same for me. After awhile, it seemed all so natural
and normal. Why?"

"Just wondering. That's all."

"Are you uncomfortable with what's happening between you and your Dad?"

"Oh no! It's brought us closer together and I just don't mean the sex. I
can talk to him about anything and he listens to me. He really listens,
Uncle Brian! And I'm just a kid!"

"That's because he really cares and loves you, Philip. More than you'll
ever know."

"Dad is my very best friend! But he's more. I really love him and want
to make him happy because he makes me so happy. You know what I mean,
Uncle Brian?"

"Yeah. I do. Like you, Philip, Chris made me very happy in more ways
than one. I guess I was falling in love with my own brother. Sounds
crazy, dosen't it?"

"No. Not at all. Sometimes I get this feeling that I love Dad more than
just as his son. Does that make sense?"

"Yep! It sure does."

"Am I wierd, Uncle Brian?"

Uncled Brian looked at me with those piercing green eyes that seemed to
penetrate my soul. He cupped my chin in the palm of his hand. Leaning
forward he kissed me, ever so gently on the lips.

"No, Philip. You're not wierd."

"Are you guys gonna gab all day?" Dad's voice boomed, from downstairs.

"We'll be right down!" Uncle Brian hollered back.

Chapter 10

The afternoon passed with the three of us swapping stories,
remembrances, and a fantastic bar-b-que in the back yard. Dad even let
me drink beer!

"See that bucket over there, Philip?" Dad said, pointing to a plastic
pail by the large oak tree in the back yard.

"Yeah," I answered.

"That's the piss bucket. You wanna piss. Piss in the bucket."

As the afternoon progressed into early evening, the bucket was quickly
filling up! I wondered what Dad was planning? Or Uncle Brian for that
matter!

Dad tempered my drinking with eating.
"Don't want you drunk, son! Passing out on Brian and I. Just relaxed."

"Tonight will be your rite of passage, Philip," Uncle Brian said.

"What do you mean?" I asked, breathlessly.

"When you become a man! All man! Just do as your Daddy says, don't get
drunk!"

I stopped after my fourth beer! Why did beer make me have to piss so
much?
At around nine o'clock, Uncle Brian stood up and streatched. He ran his
hand over his muscular chest down towards his crotch.

"You got things set up in the basement, Chris?" He asked.

"Yep, little brother! Sure do! Just give me a minute and I'll set up the
final touches."

"Good!" Uncle Brian almost snarled. "I'm gettin' real fuckin' horny
here!"

Uncle Brian looked at me and winked.

"You ready to play with a football jock and a Marine, little buddy?"

"I've been waiting all fuckin' day!" I said, turning to him, yanking the
front of my briefs down and waving my cockringed dick at him.

"Fuck!" Uncle Brian gasped. "The kid's gotta big cock for his age!"

"Runs in the family!" Dad chirped.

"I guess so!" Uncle Brian responded.

I tucked my dick back in my briefs and sat down beside my Uncle. I
reached over and gropped the bulge between his legs.

"You're fuckin' huge!" I gasped.

"You like that?" Uncle Brian asked, reaching over to squeeze my aching
dick.

"How big is your cock?"

"You'll see it, Philip!"

"It's bigger than Dad's?"

"Yeah."

"Fuck!"

"Get your fuckin' asses down here, now!" Dad's voice boomed.

"Go get the piss bucket, Philip. Take your time. I'll meet you
downstairs."

I wandered over to the bucket by the oak tree. It was almost full of
Dad's, Uncle Brian's and my piss. I couldn't resist plunging my hand
into the bucket! Just knowing that it was our combined piss caused my
cock to throb. Removing my hand from the bucket, I held my hand over my
open mouth to let the piss drip from my fingers into my mouth. What a
wonderful taste!

Picking up the bucket I headed into the house and descended the stairs
to the basement.

Chapter 11

It was dark but I could see light flickering. The basement was a project
Dad had been working on for the past two months. I was forbidden to come
down here while Dad was preparing it.

I pushed open the door, which was slightly ajar and steped into the
room. The flickering was coming from the light of thick black candles
placed strategically about the room. I could discern that the room,
which smelled of fresh paint, had been painted in a dark color. The
walls looked black. Two opposite walls had been mirror tiled. The
candles seemed to bounce with life and color that reflected in the
mirrors on the walls.

Against the far wall, illuminated by two, tall black candles stood an
object I had never seen before. It was made of wood. I could discern
that, in the form of an X. It was later that I was to learn that this
cross was called a "St. Andrew's Cross."

Bound to this cross was a man. I could see in the shadows that the man
had a very muscular form and his hair, like a lion's mane, tumbled over
his shoulders and down his back. It was Uncle Brian!
He was bound to this cross with his back to me, clad only in, from what
I could tell a black jockstrap. His creamy white, melon butt seemed to
beckon me. Invite me. Draw me. His reflection was cast in the mirrors on
the walls.

Standing next to him was the figure I knew to be my Dad. He was wearing
his leather harness and chaps. His head was hooded, also in leather, and
in his hand he held the cat-o'-nine tails.

At his feet lay an enema bag and a funnel. I was mesmerized at the sight
of these two men. The one bound to the cross. The other holding in his
hand the instrument of pain! I trembled, holding the piss bucket.

The hooded figure, which I knew to be Dad, motioned me to the center of
the room, where there was laid out certain items.

"Put the bucket down by your gear, Philip!" came Dad's voice.

I advanced a couple of feet and did as he instructed.

Whack!

A whirl of leather strips whistled in the silence followed by a loud
cry.

"Fuck!" Uncle Brian cried out, jutting his ass out as if to welcome the
pleasurable pain.

"Put on your gear!" Dad bellowed.

I placed the piss bucket down, removed my dirty underwear and kicked
them aside. Naked, I picked up the first article. A leather ball
streatcher. I moaned as I put this on. The hooded figure nodded
approval.

Whack!

Again the whip whirled and whistled smacking against flesh.

I reached for the second article. Something new. A gift. A present. A
leather jockstrap. I slipped it on and felt for the very first time, my
cock and balls encased in the smooth leather.

Whack! Whack!

"Fuck, yes!" Uncle Brian hollered, panting.
The hooded figure pointed the whip to the ground. I bent over and
retrieved the third article, my studded leather collar. Placing it
around my neck came the familiar sound.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

"Chris!" Uncle Brian shouted, wincing, yet jutting his ass out further.

Again the whip pointed to the ground. I looked down. In the glow of
candles I saw the chain, sparkling. My tit clamps! I picked them up.
Almost hypnoticaly I attached each one to my nipple. I groaned with the
pleasure of pain!

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

"Fuck! Fuck!" Uncle Brian screamed,
"Beat my ass, big brother!  Whip this Marine's ass hard, jockstud!"

With each insturment that I clothed my body with, Uncle Brian received a
lash of the cat-o'-nine tails.

Dad spared no mercy to his bound, younger brother. With each smack of
the whip, Dad raised his arm higher and higher.

Once more the whip pointed to the ground.

Lying on the ground, perfectly laid down, was another silver chain. A
leash, which I attached to the ring in my studded collar.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

"Fuckin' bitch!" Uncle Brian scowled, darting his head towards his
brother, as again, for the fifth time, Dad raised the whip even higher.
The whip whistled again and leashed its fury.

Whack!

Uncle Brian shuddered.  His body trembled with pain but his moans
betrayed his pleasure.

"Fuck!  Fuck!"  He whispered, over and over, gyrating his whipped ass in
the air.

The cat-o'-nine tails fell to the floor.

"Crawl to me, Phiip!"  Dad commanded.  "Lick up from the floor the trail
of piss that leads to me and Brian's ass!"

I dropped to my knees with a thud.  As if in a trance, I began to crawl,
dragging my leash, my tongue lapping the piss from off of the floor.
When I reached my Dad's booted foot I looked up at him, meekly.  My eyes
were brimming with desire to please this man whom I learned to adore!

Dad looked down at me.  His eyes too burned with lust.  He grinned and
reaching between his legs, stroked his cock.

"You're my fuckin' little slutboy, aren't you, Philip?"

"Yes!  I'm your slutboy, Daddy!"  I answered, my voice trembling
breathlessly.

"And what is it you desire tonight?"

Uncle Brian cocked his head at me.  His eyes shot me an evil look, yet
one that didn't frighten me.

"Answer your master, you little fuck!"  Uncle Brian snarled.

"Make a man out of me tonight, Daddy!"  I said, lowering my head to his
boot and kissing it.

Dad bent forward.  Picking up the end of the leash he jerked me forward
towards his crotch.

"Worship my cock, son!  Worship the instrument from which came the seed
that created you!  My beautiful boy!"

The candles.  The cross with the man bound to it.  The reflections of
flickering light.  The whip.  The piss bucket, like a baptismal font.
The master.  The boy.  All these things seemed to swim in my head, melt
together like a ritual.  It was almost like being in church, at mass.
The only difference was the sensual pleasure, the erotic sense that
permeated the room.

I ran my nose up and down the length of my father's cock, smelling his
scent.  His inscence!  It was fragrant with the aroma of sweat, piss and
cum!  I groaned.

"That's it, son!  Smell my dick!  Kiss it.  Lick it!  Suck it!"

My lips trailed wet kisses on my Dad's long, thick shaft.  My tongue
flicked like a snake's until at last I took the swollen, mushroom head
into my mouth.  A tug on my leash and more cock filled my mouth.

"Suck on that dick, cocksucker!"  Uncle Brian hissed.  "Suck your
Daddy's cock!  That's the cock that created you and will make a man out
of you!  Suck, Philip!  Suck!"

My greedy mouth swallowed as much of Dad's cock as I could handle.  My
head bobbed up and down.  Spit drooled from my lips.

"Fuckin' sloppy suck!  That's it!  Chris loves a sloppy blowjob!"  Uncle
Brian said, thrashing against bindings to the cross.

"Make me feel good, son!  Make me feel fuckin' nasty!"

"Release me, Chris!  Please!  I wanna smell at eat the slutboy's
asshole!"

Dad looked at his younger brother.  He smiled and chuckled, cruelly.

"In due time, little brother!"

"You bastard!  You fuckin' bitch!"  Uncle Brian shouted.  "I'll fuckin'
rape your dirty jock ass with my Marine cock!"

"Oh you will, Brian!  You will fuck me!  Hard, deep and dirty!  But ..."

"But what?"

"Just for now ..."

"You're fuckin' torturing me, Chris!"

"I know," Dad replied, reaching over and running his hand over Uncle
Brian's red hued ass.

Slipping a finger within his brother's sweaty trench, Dad fingered Uncle
Brian's asshole.  Uncle Brian moaned at the touch, at the intrusion.

Dad withdrew his finger and brought it under his nose and took a deep
breath.

"Fuckin' stink, Brian!  Fuckin' ripe Marine buttstink!"

"Yeah!  Smell my stink, Chris!  That's genuine ex-Marine buttstink
you're smellin', you fuckin' shit sniffin' pig!"

As Dad continued to sniff his finger, he slid his dick out of my mouth.
He took several steps backward, and leaned against the wall.  Slowly he
slid down to a squat.

"Get the buttplugs outta your Uncle's toy bag!  And the poppers too."

I got up and went to the bag.  Rumaging through it, I retrieved two
large buttplugs and two bottles of "Rush."

"Dip the plugs in the piss bucket,"  Dad commanded.

I obeyed, swirling the buttplugs, bathing them in our piss.

"Bring 'em here, Philip."

I laid the objects before my Dad.  He reached out with his hand and
first took the bottle of poppers.  Unscrewing the cap he held the bottle
up to his nose and took several deep hits.  Placing the bottle down
besid him, he grabbed the buttplug  and in one swift motion, shoved it
up his ass!

"Fuck!"  he yelled, as he slid himself up to a standing position against
the wall.

"Now give Brian a snort and do the same to him, Philip."

I picked up the brown bottle and the piss dripping plug and approached
my Uncle, still bound to the cross.

My cock was aching within the confines of the leather jockstrap I had on
as I twisted off the cap of the popper bottle and held it under Uncle
Brian's nostril.  He snorted deeply.

Then I took several deep hits.

"What ya gonna do to me, slutboy?"  Uncle Brian hissed, jutting his
muscular ass back.  "Gonna fuckin' ram that plug up my shitty hole?
Gonna stop up the sewer?"

Tucking the bottle into the pouch of my jockstrap I picked up the
buttplug.  I brought it up to my Uncle's quivering asshole.

"Shove it up his stinkin' ass!"  Dad hollered.

In one, quick movement, I rammed the plug up Uncle Brian's shitter.  He
winced, gasped and hollerd at this rough intrusion into his manhole.

"Fuckin' bitch!"  he screamed.  "You fuckin' little cunt!"

"Take it like a Marine!"  I bellowed back, high on the rush of poppers.
"You love it!  Having something shoved up your dirty ass!  Your filthy,
stinking ass!"

"Oh yeah!  Plug this bitch's fuckhole, Philip!  Ram it in there!"

In my excitement I did'nt see Dad's movements or actions.  He approached
me from behind and in a flash I felt something penetrating my asshole!

I looked back to see the nozzle of the enema hose sinking into my hole.
Immediately I perceived this feeling, this sensation of being filled.

"That's it, son!"  Dad whispered, "take our piss up your ass!"

Dad had filled the bag with the piss from the bucket and it was now
filling my guts.
What a feeling!  I placed my hand on my bulging leather pouch and
squeezed, tugging at the chain suspended between my nipples.  Pain with
pleasure!  Pleasure with pain!

"Shove it up my ass, fucker!"  Uncle Brian shouted, bucking his ass back
to swallow the buttplug in my hand.  "Yeah!  Ram it up my filthy ass!"

"Daddy!  Daddy!  You gotta stop!"  I hissed, as I squirmed upon the
nozzle.

"Just a little bit more, son!"

"Please, Daddy!"  I pleaded.  "I'm full.  I can't take much more!  I'm
just a boy!"

"Hold it it, Philip!"  Dad shouted.  "Take that fuckin' piss up your boy
cunt!"

After what seemed like an eternity, my stomach bloated, my guts full,
Dad eased the nozzle from my asshole.

"Sweet boy shit!"  he sighed, as he sucked the nozzle into his mouth.

"Fuck you, Chris!"  Brian shouted, "for torturing me like this!  I want
my nephew's ass!  You fuckin' bastard, Chris!"

"Shut the fuck up!"  Dad hollerd, grabbing the funnel and shoving it
down his brother's throat.

"Daddy!"  I cried, "I can't hold on much longer!  I'm just a fuckin'
kid!"

The next thing I knew I was being swept up in my Dad's powerful arms.
He held me against his hairy chest spreading my butt wide.

Standing in front of the cross, placing my ass to the funnel in Uncle
Brian's mouth, Dad shouted:

"Feed my brother!  Spew your guts into the fuckin' pig's toilet mouth!"

I leaned forward planting my lips against my Dad's firmly.  I jutted my
ass back and with a grunt into Dad's open mouth, my bowels disengaged,
letting fly from my asshole the mixture of piss and shit into the funnel
in Uncle Brian's mouth!

"That's it, son!"  Dad moaned into my mouth, "feed you pig Uncle all
your raunchy slop!"

I filled the funnel in no time and the contents of my shitting asshole
spilled onto the floor sending a wave of stench into the air!

I could hear the slurping, sucking noises coming from the other end of
the funnel.  Uncle Brian gasped for breath.  The funnel tumbled out of
his mouth and fell to the floor.

"Fuckin' slut!"  he hollered,  "fuckin' stink bitch!"

Uncle Brian nipped at my ass cheeks with his teeth as my asshole
continued to spray his face with my butt slop.

"You fuckin' nasty, dirty little slutboy!"  he hollered, slurping my
filth into his mouth, my stink running down his chest.

"Eat my shit, Uncle Brian!"  I yealled back, farting my filth out in
spurts.

While I spewed my shit, diareah, onto Uncle Brian's face, Dad worked his
fingers into my gaping, spitting asshole!

One.  Two.  Then three fingers sunk into my hole.

"Ah shit!"  I yelled,  feeling Dad's fingers probe my still shitting
asshole.  "Fuck me!"

Dad pistoned his fingers in and out of my ass!  I bucked my dirty ass
back to receive his fuck, still spitting piss and shit from my butthole!

"Release me, Chris!"  Uncle Brian, hissed.
"Set me free, brother!"

Gently, Dad lowered me to the ground, my ass still spewing its contents,
which I caught in my hand and rubbed over my smooth body and Dad's hairy
one.  His cock jerked with excitement as my shitty palm coated his shaft
with my filth.

"Fuck yeah!  Lube my dick with your stink, Philip!  It's gonna make a
man outta you real soon!"

"But it's so big, Dad!  I ... uh ..."

"I'll make you feel good, son!  Just how your Uncle Brian will make me
feel with his big dick up my ass!"

"But I'm just a boy, Dad!"

"So was he when he slammed his big cock into me and dicked me! You wanna
be a man, son, don't you?"

"Yes!"  I gasped.

"Then give your pussy to your Daddy!"  Uncle Brian, whispered.  "Give my
brother your dirty, stinking boy cunt!  Release me, Chris!"

Dad unshackled Uncle Brian from the cross.  I watched as the two
brothers kissed, rubbing my filth between them and probbed each other's
asshole's, pushing their buttplugs deeper and deeper into their
buttholes.

Uncle Brian, released from his bondage, tugged at his jockstrap to free
his throbbing shat.  It bobbed up and down.  I gasped at its mammoth
size!  He was hung bigger than Dad, and uncut!

I watched as Dad, pulled on his brother's cock, sliding back about the
two inches of loose skin to reveal its wet, flaring head.

"Fuck yeah, Chris!"  Uncle Brian groaned, "play with my dick!  Show the
slutboy my fuckin' big cock!"

"You're gonna fuck me with this big dick, aren't you, little brother?"
Dad moaned, receiving his brother's deep, wet, sloppy kiss.

"Oh yeah, Chris!  I'm gonna fuck the shit outta you while you fuck
Philip!"

I cringed with fear and total excitement.  I had fucked my Dad.  Felt
how wonderful his asslips sucked on my cock!  Now it was my turn to do
the same for him.

"Fuck me!"  I gasped, on my hands and knees, my ass raised, my tongue
slurping my slop from off of the floor.  "I wanna suck your cock with my
asshole, Daddy!"  I moaned as I took another hit from the brown bottle.

The two men broke their embrace.  Uncle Brian knelt in front of me with
his huge dick in my face.  Dad positioned himself behind me and rubbed
the head of his cock over my quivering, gaping hole, still oozing shit
and piss.

"Suck my stinkin' dick, Philip!"  Uncle Brian shouted, pulling his
foreskin back and shoving his cock into my mouth.

I felt two sensations at once.  One of pleasure.  The other of pain.  I
winced as I sucked my Uncle's cock into my mouth and felt a burning,
tearing sensation ripping at my asshole as my Dad pushd his cockhead
into my gaping hole!

"Ah fuck!"  I gasped, at the rape of my virgin asshole, tugging at the
chain suspended from my tit clamps.

"Relax, son!  Push!  Like you're takin' a shit!"

I pushed.  Ripping a wet fart I felt the head of Dad's cock sink into my
slimey, dirty asshole.  I groaned even louder as I sucked Uncle Brian's
cock into my mouth.

"Yeah!  Suck my cheesy cock, fucker!  Suck my dirty dick"

As I wrapped my lips around my Uncle's shaft, a piercing pain shot
through my rectum.   I tugged on my tit clamps harder and panted,

"Take it, son!  Be a man!  Take my cock up your shitty ass!"

The initial shock.  The pain, ringing in my sensitive nipples and virgin
asshole, caused me to cry out.

"Fuck!"  I screamed, as instictlvely I bucked back on the throbbing
penis sinking deeper within my asshole.

I surrendered to the pain and pleasure.  Uncle Brian's cock in my mouth
giving the taste of fermented cum, sweat and piss.  Cock cheese!  At the
same time, Dad began slowly fucking me.  His dick pumping in and out of
my tight, virgin ass!

Deep within me, Dad's cock seemed to be hitting a spot which sent
shivers up and down my spine.  I could feel sweat running down my flesh.
My body was tingling all over.  What a feeling of fullness!  What a
sensation!

"Fuck that raunchy ass, Chris!"  Uncle Brian shouted, feeding me his
cock in my mouth.  "Rape that boy pussy!  Fuckin' cum up his ass!"

"Yeah!  Fuck me!  Fuck me, Daddy!"  I squeled.  "Pound my shitty cunt!
Fuck me dirty!  Fuck me stink!"

"You fuckin' little slut!"  Dad cried out, slamming his cock in and out
of my tight hole.  "Fuckin' your dirty ass, son!"

"Fuck that boy cunt, Chris!  Fuck that ass! Ride it!  Cum up his fuckin'
butt!  Make a fuckin' man outta your boy  Fuck him!  Fuck the
motherfuckin' shit outta his ass!"

I grimaced with the pleasure of pain as Dad fucked me; his hairy balls
slapping against my ass!

"Gonna fuckin' cum up your tight ass, Philip!  Gonna fuckin' shoot!"

Dad's fucking became harder.  More forceful.  More determined.

"Shoot inside of me, Dad!  Spooge my sloppy asshole!"

"Do it, Chris!  Fuckin' shoot your wad up his ass while I cum in his
fuckin' mouth!  Cum with me, brother!"

Two cocks exploded as one.  Spasming at the same time, Uncle Brian shot
his seed into my mouth as Dad bucked and released his ball ceam up my
ass!

"Ah fuck!  Fuck!"  The two men yelled as their hot cum spat out of their
pissholes into me.

It didn't take long before my own cock was filling my leather pouch with
creamy sperm!  My cock was swimming in a pool of warm, sticky fluid!

We collapsed into a heaving, sighing trio on the floor.  As we did so,
Uncle Brian and Dad yanked the plugs from their assholes, spewing shit
which I smeared onto my body!  The aroma of stinking, dirty ass filled
the air.  The candles flickered silently.
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