Date: Thu, 3 Mar 2005 01:34:57 -0800 (PST)
From: chuck h <unkle_c@yahoo.com>
Subject: Michaels Story pt. 2

Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to
read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This
story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. And
is for adult eyes only! The acts are consensual and are a result of their
love or lust for one another. This story is completely fiction, all
descriptions, and names are also made up, any similarities are truly just
that, purely similarities. In addition, this story also contains
fighting, rough sex, and w/s between teenage boys, if this bothers you,
then please do not read any further! I would love to hear from you, so
negative as well as positive feedback is always welcome! Please write:
unkle_c@yahoo.com


This story was inspired by a dear friend!

It is through his undying praise, his ability to bring me up when I'm
down, his incredible sense of humor, and his kind heart, that I have
grown to believe in friends once again!

So it is to him that I dedicate this story!

Luv ya, Mark Wild!

Chaz


"Michaels Story" pt. 2

By the following weekend, my life as I had known it..... was gone! Thanks
to my sixteen year old son implementing all the changes he felt our new
relationship needed, in order for us to function properly, within our new
roles.

Totally reversing our former household rules, it was now ME, that needed
to answer to him!

I was doing my best adjusting to the much smaller bedroom that was once
occupied by my son, while he adjusted just fine, to the huge master
bedroom, adding a wide screen televison, an upgraded computer system, and
a much louder stereo system, charging it all of course, to one of my
credit cards.

I was pretty much handing over to him a minimum of three hundred dollars
a week, for him to use as he wished, while I needed permission to use the
phone, computer, and even my car.

The thing that I was fearing the most, had thus far not become a major
concern, the fear of being used by both he and his friends sexually.
That's not to say he didn't use me to service his dick each morning
before he left for school, but that had been the extent of our sexual
contact, for the first week and a half.

Otherwise, during this time frame, my new duties consisted of being more
or less a butler, preparing meals of his choice and serving them to him
on a tray to his new bedroom, doing his laundry, folding each shirt,
pants, and underwear just right, and cleaning his room, dusting and
vacuuming. He took extreme pleasure in punching, slapping, even kicking
me, if something pertaining to his meal or the cleaning was less than
perfect.

During that first week and a half, I ran out of explanations at work, as
to why, I would have a black eye, busted lip, or other facial bruises.
That ritual continued, till I learned to perform my duties perfectly to
my teenage sons satisfaction.

It wasn't long before my constant service to my son, became a major
problem at the bank. My once excellent performance, was soon shattered,
taking its place now....... were new work ethics, far below standard.

I would receive several calls each day from Michael, demanding this or
that. In most cases, he wanted me to drop what I was doing and run an
errand for him, of course leaving a business client or bank customer in
the middle of a meeting was intolerable behavior for a bank manager, as
well as being TOTALLY unacceptable!

Explaining the frequent facial bruises was one thing, but try and explain
why you must leave an important meeting three or four times each week, to
a bewildered client or very angry customer.

It was maybe a month later, when Michael began acting meaner than normal,
that I realized what a little monster I had created! Apparently he and
his girlfriend Kerry, had called it quits.

The phone calls I had overheard, indicated that he got tired of waiting
for her to put out, especially since that didn't seem to be a problem
for Luke and Brocks girlfriends.

That very same day, his sexual needs and relief .....became a lot more
bazar as well as more frequent.

During that very first week of our new relationship, Michael had insisted
I install an intercom all through the house, so that I could be at his
beck and call, without him having to roam all through our large home
searching for me. This new intercom system had me running throughout the
house pretty much non stop, whenever I was home from work.

With the new intercom system, he no longer needed to fetch his own glass
of tonic, or a snack, or anything else, not while he had a servant doing
this for him. "Hey homo, your master needs a snack, and make it snappy,
bitch! Come-on, hop hop!"

That's the other thing that has changed in our father/son relationship,
Michael has never referred to me as dad, or pa, not since the day he took
control of my life..........from that point on, he calls me, bitch, homo,
fag, queer, cocksucker, asswipe, cumbreath, nutlicker, and his latest
nick-name for me is pissbucket. Gone are the days when my young son,
would call me dad.

I prepared a warm roastbeef with melted cheese on a toasted bulkie roll,
added a handful of chips, a glass of ice and a cold pepsi to his tray,
and delivered it to his room. I decided this might be a good time to
bring up the new problem relating to the inopportune times he calls me at
work, insisting that I drop everything and run out the door.

After knocking on his door, and receiving permission to enter his new
bedroom, I couldn't help but take in Michaels perfectly cut teenage
body. Clad in just a pair of baby blue, skimpy, silk running shorts, with
a slit running halfway up the side, and his front waist band slinking
down just enough, to show off the most beautiful treasure trail. The
trail starting at his cute navel and snaking it's way down his rock hard
six pack, into a very well packed silky basket, was as hot as the over
packed pouch itself.

Suddenly, I could not help but admire his ex-girlfriends strength for not
allowing the temptation to overwhelm her!

For a young teen, Michael has a body to die for, his hot body alone, must
make it incredibly difficult for anyone, to deny him, anything, and
therefore earning her my respect, for not caving into this delicious
temptation.

After setting the tray of food down on his desk, I turned just in time to
receive a solid punch to my gut. "Correct me if I'm wrong faggot, but
according to my watch, that took you more than the allotted fifteen
minute time frame!" a hard slap to my face, nearly knocked me sideways.
"I thought we agreed last week, that I needn't wait any more than
fifteen minutes for a snack" another forceful slap, much harder, had
tears filling my eyelids, as I was knocked to the floor. The sting from
the last blow...... had my head feeling like it was vibrating on my
shoulders, and left a loud buzzing sound in my ears. I attempted to lift
myself up, then felt my head being ground into the plush carpet, by the
weight of his left, bare, foot, flush against the side of my face. "When
ya gonna learn, cumbreath, huh? You must never keep me waiting!" Michael
felt it necessary to emphasize each word by adding more weight to the
foot grinding my head into the carpet.

I guess he must have felt he wasn't getting through to me, because
within seconds, he lifted his other foot off the carpet, so that now all
his weight was resting on my head.

I heard a mischievous giggle as he lifted his foot from my head and
walked over to his desk. "Crawl over here and lay your head at the bottom
of my desk chair, homo! I need you to wash my feet for me!"

Not wanting to trigger more slaps or punches, I wasted no time obeying
his direct command. I laid sideways at the bottom of his chair, while he
sat him self at his computer desk. Then lifting his right foot, he placed
the sole of his bare foot on top of my nose, and his toes over my lips.
"Start licking, faggot! This time, you make damn sure you clean between
my toes thoroughly, get them in your mouth and suck on em, stick that
queer tongue of yours right between those awesome toes, like a good queer
slave! Uuuuuummmmm, smell delicious don't they, you fuckin pervert? You
like that smell, dontcha? Ooooh yeeeaaah, lick that odor right off my
feet.....you do a good job gettin rid of that odor, and I'll let ya do
the same to my cum-bag, and my pits too, you sick fuck!"

The sweaty odor of his feet, told me that his coach had him running
around the track a few times too many that afternoon, and that his puma
running shoes, most definitely needed to be replaced.

I did my best, with my tongue flush against his upper sole, licking the
dampness away, before taking each individual toe into my warm mouth and
sucking it clean. Finally, I stuck my full tongue in between each toe,
and l licked away, spending more than five minutes on each toe.

I desperately tried ignoring the humiliation that has appeared to have
taken over my entire mind this past week, concentrating as much as
possible on this new task, that my young master has seen fit to degrade
me with!

I continued licking and sucking on his feet, while he sat comfortably in
his chair, his muscular legs spread wide, stretching his silk running
shorts, till the outline of his nut-sac and thick knob were clearly
visible.

While quietly eating his snack, I heard his fingers typing away on his
keyboard, apparently chatting with some friend. An occasional giggle
reminded me of his earlier years, when his mom would sit with him on the
sofa reading him a story. Now that giggle probably stemmed from some rude
comment his friend made after reading Michaels description of his queer
fathers actions at the moment.

The next words spoken to me, confirmed my suspicions. "Hey homo, my buds
Luke and Brock, want you to lick their nuts clean also.....I told em no
prob. Their staying over tomorrow night, you'll be driving them home
Saturday afternoon!"

Suddenly, my worse nightmare became reality, Michael has decided to share
his newest toy with his friends, and not just any friends, but those damn
Clayborne brats!

Now, just the thought alone, of word getting around town about my new
lifestyle, had me sick to my stomach.

I stopped worshiping my young masters foot, and tried reasoning with him.
"Ooooh my God Michael, please don't do this, if word gets out, my whole
life here in town is over, damn, son I could even go to prison! Is that
what you want? You want to go and spend the next few years with your
grandfather? Think about it Michael, with him as strict as he is, you'll
be losing a lot more than your freedom, life as you know it will change
drastically! Seriously, Michael, think about what you're doing by
letting them in on this new thrilling game of yours, you've got it made
in the shade right now.....and you know it, but if word gets out about
what's going on here, then it's all over, it's as simple as that!"

His quietness had me believing that part of what I was saying was
actually getting through to him, that is, till he yanked hard on my hair,
pulling me up in a kneeling position, and began slapping my face
repeatedly. By the fifth slap, and because not only were the slaps hard,
but connecting to my face one after the other non stop, I was having a
hard time hearing him. This only pissed him off more. "Answer me, you
fuck, Do you actually think I'm that stupid? Is that what you're saying
to me?"

I tried to speak, but the force of the slaps hurt so bad, and my head was
literally rocking.

After a dozen or so power slaps, he let go of his grip on my hair, and as
I fell to the carpet, clutching both sides of my face with my hands, I
was literally seeing stars. I looked up and saw my son standing over me
with clenched fists. "Get up faggot, I'm not done yet! I can't believe
that you think I'm so stupid, that I would fuck up this awesome
situation I have here! Trust me old man, you're not gonna get off so
easy as to have your sorry ass thrown in jail.....no fuckin way you're
gonna be that lucky, you fuckin pig! Sorry asshole, but you're gonna be
around taken care of me and my needs, for at least a few more years,
shitforbrains! My buds Luke and Brock, know enough to keep this sorta
thing quiet, they don't even need to be told that! So what I'm saying
here, Conner, is that unless you start showing me and my friends more
respect, and stop thinking that we're fuckin stupid morons, you're
gonna get your ass beat by all three of us....you got that.....fuckhead?"

Still feeling a severe stinging sensation from his power slaps, as well
as not being able to hear out of one ear, I would have done anything to
keep my tough teenage son from continuing his beating on me! "I'm sorry
Michael, I didn't mean to imply that you and your friends are stupid,
I'll never make that mistake again, I promise! Please don't hit me
anymore? If you stop, I'll do anything you say, anything at all, I
promise!"

The scowl on my sons face told me I messed up yet again. "See....
fuckhead, there you go again. You don't seem to understand, old man, I
don't need to make a fuckin deal with you. So tell me, what is it about
this situation that you don't grasp, HUH? You'll do anything I fuckin
tell you to do ANYWAY..... period! I don't need to stop beating on you,
just to get you to do whatever the fuck it is I want you to do!"

With that said, Michael hauled off, and punched me in the face, hard
enough to easily knock me back down to the carpet, if not for the tight
grip on my hair. I guess he just had to go and prove his point. "Now do
you get it asshole? Now...... do you clearly understand the situation
here........huh?"

Looking up at Michaels strong teenage physique, his nice size pecs, and
strong arms, ready to pummel me if I didn't reply to his question, I
quickly submitted to him the words he was waiting to hear. "Yes Michael,
I understand, I'm sorry for making you angry, from here on, I'll do
whatever you say, whether you pound on me or not."

"That's better! ....See..... in time..... you'll learn exactly what I
expect from you, but till then....... we'll need to beat it into your
brain!"

`We'll'? If all the other words from Michael up till now, failed to
scare the hell out of me, that one word, did the trick!

Yanking me up to a standing position by my hair, with my face staring at
his computer cam, Michael made me repeat after him. "Go ahead, look in
the cam, and repeat after me! Hello Brock and Luke, I'm Michaels Bitch,
I do everything he demands, and I'm lookin forward to being a bitch to
the two of you, as well!"

With Michael still holding a fistful of my hair, and scared shitless of
what I was about to say, I looked into the cam, and repeated everything
my son demanded, word for word!

Looking at his monitor, I saw Brock and Luke, sitting side by side, on
the edge of their bed, laughing like crazy, if that wasn't humiliating
enough, the sound of their laughter was emitting from Michaels speakers!
It was only a matter of seconds before Michael began laughing his ass off
as well.

Then came words that would haunt me for the rest of my life! "Well done
Michael, told you he was queer, uncle Austin has never lied to us yet!
Have you given the fuckin asshole the best news yet, or are you saving
it?"

I could see through the corner of my eyes, Michael placing a finger up to
his lips, as he spoke. "Shhhhhhhhhh! Not yet, guys, I'm savin that, for
a special occasion, so don't spoil it....K?"

Again each twin was laughing his ass off, while rolling on the bed, with
their hands clutching their guts.

After the laughter had died down, the voice of one of the Clayborne twins
scared the crap out of me once again, interrupting my thoughts, as my
busy mind tried guessing what this great secret was, that Michael was so
patiently holding over my head. "Hey Michael, how about puttin on a show
for us, give us a preview of what we can expect from this queer faggot."

The evil grin on my sons face, was the first indication of the
humiliation I was about to suffer.

After adjusting the cam, he pushed me to the side of his bed, then with
his strong hand on my forehead, he gave me a hard push backwards, till I
was now laying flat on my back. I watched as he stood up on his bed,
straddling my body, with his legs, and while grinning down at me, he
stripped himself of those hot silky running shorts.

Then still grinning, he came crashing down on top of me, straddling my
chest. First showing off, with a double biceps pose, while looking into
the cam, then he casually picked his skimpy running shorts up off the
bed, and proceeded to rub them all over my face. Once again, loud
laughter came from the speakers, telling me, that the twins were enjoying
the show, thus far.

With my arms pinned beneath my sons strong legs, I was totally helpless,
against his strength! I mean even if there were a chance of me escaping,
I wasn't even brave enough, to try and throw him off me.

After rubbing his thin running shorts all over my face, he opened them
up, turned them inside out, and made me lick the crotch area. More heavy
laughter from the computer speakers.

This bit of humiliation, was out done by his next move.

Sliding his butt up closer to my face, he lifted his nut-sac, and dropped
his heavy balls onto my nose. "Sniff em homo! After running around the
track all day, they should be nice and ripe by now...eh?"

Again more laughter, along with cute little suggestions. "Hey Michael,
make the bitch suck em clean" Then the other twin, joining in. "Yeah
Michael.....have him suck the sweat right off em"

Now looking down at me, with a wide smirk, my son, acting as tho he would
never have thought of these suggestions on his own, gave me the demand.
"Yeeeaaah! Good idea, old man, suck my sweaty, smelly nuts.......go
ahead, take em one atta time into your queer mouth, and run your faggot
tongue all over em, but first....I want ya to inhale their awesome
odor!.....DO IT...... NOW, YOU STUPID FUCK!"

Suddenly, the tears of humiliation began making their way down my cheeks.
This however, only brought a huge smile to my sons face, while bragging
to his young buds. "Hey guys, he's fuckin crying like a baby here.......
fuckin awesome, huh?"

Another outburst of loud laughter from Michaels audience, increased the
amount of tears being shed by me.

I obeyed my sons latest command, and took a deep breath, inhaling the
manly scent oozing from the pores of his large, smooth nut-sac.

The musky odor, could leave no doubt in anyones mind, of the hard and
strenuous daily work-outs at school, insisted upon by his coach! OR,
should I say, his hard work certainly wouldn't leave any doubt in the
minds of anyone getting this close to his balls.

Tho the odor, was not anything I would enjoy smelling on a regular basis,
it WAS kind of a turn-on, none the less! Which in itself, surprised me
yet again.

After a few seconds, my sense of smelling adjusted to his manly scent, to
the point where I found it rather intoxicating!

When he ordered me to start washing the smell of his manhood, off his
balls, my tongue, not needing a second command, was ready and waiting, of
course, this betrayal of my tongue, only added to my humiliation.

Suddenly the word conspiracy came to mind, first my only child turns on
me, then his friends, then mother nature joins in, by swooning my senses,
my dick, and now my tongue, to jump on the band wagon.

As I laid totally pinned beneath my strong son, lapping away at his huge
nut-sac, and my own dick as hard as a rock, it came as no surprise, when
my son informed me, that I was being filmed. "Yeeeeaaah, that's a good
fag, SUCK that gross sweat right off my unwashed balls, you fuckin perv!
Ooooh ya....by the way? Can you give us a big smile while you're at
it?....you know.......for all your soon to be fans out there in cyber
space!"

If Michael was expecting more tears from his last comment, he was in for
a major disappointment, I decided I was done crying, and didn't even
shed one tear!

I asked myself, how could I be any more humiliated than I have already
been. It wasn't long before I was able to answer my own question.

My taste buds began reacting to a whole new flavor, a flavor so unique,
that my memory was forced to go back in time, as I tried very hard
remembering what Austins had tasted like when we were teens.

Although I licked Austins balls on more than a few occasions, it was the
taste of his feet that I remember so vividly. Strangely, when it came to
the taste of his balls, I was left with no recollection!

Nooooo! This flavor coating my tongue now, was different from any thing I
had ever tasted. Far more than just the combination of salt and soap, and
like it's odor, the taste was also intoxicating!

I suddenly wanted nothing more, than to continue lapping and sucking my
sons nads! How frigging SICK is that?

As I said, just when I thought I couldn't be any more humiliated, by my
sons control over me, I was sadly mistaken. It was the voices within the
speakers that brought me back to the harsh reality! "Woooohoooo! Awesome
show, Michael. Your dad can clean our nuts anytime! Heeeey bud, Luke
wants to know if he has any limits.......you know....like how far will he
go?"

A huge smirk now appearing on Michaels face, while squinting his eyes,
told me I was in trouble. "You're joking.... right? Dudes? I already
told ya...... he's my fuckin slave! What that means...... you
morons...... is that there's NO freaking limits, he does anything and
everything I tell him.......WHAT IS IT........about that.....that you two
idiots don't understand...huh?"

"Hey dude, we're not MORONS, and we're not idiots either, so watch your
fuckin mouth....K? You want us to believe that he'll do anything? Then
prove it to us!"

Those comments were quickly followed by a few words from the other twin.
"Ya asswipe......if you want us to believe you, then have him do somethin
gross.....and it better be really gross..... for talkin to us like that!"

I was starting to fear for my son, he totally pissed off these Clayborne
boys, and as far back as I could remember....that was an unwritten, tho
forbidden law, in our town!

Even tho Michael, for some odd reason, didn't seem the least bit
threatened by their tone, or idle threat. I as his father, was not only
concerned for his safety now, but I was also concerned with just how
Michael might convince these two bad boys, that he had absolute control
over his father.

What was he going to make me do, that would be considered REALLY gross?

It was like Michael had heard my thoughts some how, as he began glaring
down at me.

Then while still straddling my chest, and without saying a word, he
lifted himself up, turned him self around, so that his butt was just
above my head, and then he lowered it, till it was hanging over my face.
He then turned his head to the cam, and smiled. "Kiss my ass, faggot! As
a matter of fact......kiss both cheeks!"

I wanted to scream out.....ok, Michael, enough is enough!

But looking at those two nicely rounded, and well muscled globes, and not
wanting my son to get beat-up by the twins, I ashamedly lifted my head
and planted a kiss on each cheek! It was the first time I ever kissed
another butt, and the last....or so I thought.

More laughter and rude remarks from the twins, was not nearly as
humiliating as what Michael had me do next. "That's a good fag, now
press your queer face against my butt, stick out your tongue and lick
inside my crack! And you fuckin keep licking....till I tell ya to
stop.....ya here me?"

I truly thought that I was incapable of ever doing anything so totally
gross......never mind to another male......and worse yet, that male being
my son........there's just no way, I could go through with this last
demand!

I had to finally put my foot down, regardless of the beating I would
receive. "Son? I can't do that, that has to be the most disgusting act,
I can think of, please.....Michael.....it's time to end this wild game
of yours."

"Before my son could react to my words, his two buds watching everything
on their computer cam, were quick to warn him! "yeah, just as we
thought.......told ya, he wouldn't do everything you demanded of
him........."

The voice coming from the speakers was cut short. As a pissed off Michael
began yelling! "WAIT! Just shut-up ........and watch!"

Then turning his head a little more, stretching it to look over his
shoulders, his next angry words were for my ears only! "You listen to me,
you fuckin queer, homo pervert, You're already gonna get a fuckin beatin
for disobeying me! AND on top of that, if you don't do as I commanded,
like right now? I'm not only gonna punch the crap outta you with my bare
fists, I'm also gonna go to school and tell em all the gross things you
forced me to do. Now, bury your fuckin tongue in between my crack, and
start licking!"

I didn't need to give any thought to Michael's threat, I knew he was
angry enough now, to do anything!

I lifted my head once again and pressed my face against his strong firm
butt cheeks, and then with my nose prying the cheeks apart slightly, I
stuck the tip of my tongue in between his butt crack, and began licking
in earnest!

The loud obnoxious, sound of laughter, stemming from the speakers, told
me that Michael was off the hook, for the time being! "Oooooh yeeeaaah!
Fuckin awesome, dude, make that queer piece of shit, obey you, show him
who's master of the house now! Ooooooh my GOD! Look at him......he's
really sucking your ass, dude! Waaaay to go.......do us a favor
tho.....save the beating till we are there with ya.....OK? We gotta
split, see ya tomorrow night at YOUR place!.....hehe"

"Nooooo ......wait a minute dudes, hang for just a minute more k? I still
have one more gross thing to do.......just to prove to ya, that I have
absolute, total control, over this faggot."

After my son was satisfied that I licked his butt good enough for now, he
climbed off the bed, then grabbing me by the hair, he pulled me off the
bed as well. I fell to the floor, hurting my right knee, which went
totally unacknowledged by my son. Crying out in pain, didn't seem to
bother my son in the slightest. "Shut the fuck up, dude, you're gonna be
feeling more pain than that tomorrow night.....I fuckin promise ya! Now
stay on your knees, and open wide, for your young master! I'm gonna
break in my new urinal......and so help me, if you even spill one tiny
drop, now or ever.......I will let all my friends use you as a
urinal....got it?"

I nodded my head, and closing my eyes, I sadly opened my mouth as wide as
I could. "Yeah, that's a good faggot! Now don't move.........and by the
way......I want your eyes opened...... I want you to watch me.......
pissing in your queer mouth!"

I can't honestly say that drinking another dudes pee, was new to
me.....since I was made to kneel three or four times before Austin when
we were young teens, while he used my mouth as HIS personal urinal as
well, BUT....I did honestly believe that was one degrading act.....that I
would never have to perform again.

With Michael standing over me, grinning down into my eyes, it was only
seconds before I felt that first mighty gush of salty re-cycled water, as
it splashed into my mouth and hit my pallet, before making it's trip
down my throat and into my belly.

I swear Michael had to have held in two days worth of hot piss, just
waiting for the right opportunity to unload it!

The taste was a little bitter, but otherwise not nearly as acrid or as
sour, as I remember it being when Austin used me, in this manner.

I hated this humiliation, I was being forced to live with, if only there
was a way out!

The laughter and hooting, urging Michael to keep pissing in my
mouth.....and not stop, was obviously a sign that he was back in their
favor once again!

"Hey Michael......don't stop, dude.....keep pissing in his
mouth.....this is soooo fuckin awesome.....wooohooo! We can't wait till
tomorrow night, man! Make sure the fuck-head picks up plenty of
beer....k?"

After his buds Luke and Brock signed off, Michael, the teen stud bully,
continued using me to bathe his entire body, from his toes all the way up
to his pits, making damn sure my tongue got a good taste of every inch of
his body! "Good job, faggot, now I'm gonna teach you to suck cock
.........PROPERLY! ......OR .....should I say REMIND YOU..... how to suck
cock properly? Man! It's hard to believe you were giving blow-jobs at an
age younger than I am now! But then again, you've always had this queer,
submissive side of you.....huh? Now get on my knob, and clean out my
piss-slit, before blowing me!"

To be continued!