Date: Sat, 8 Sep 2018 22:27:16 -0700 From: B C Subject: Getting to know Uncle Bruce, part 4 Hey yawl before you get yer dick out here, what about gettin yer wallet out and donating to Nifty? Where the fuck else you gonna read this? Throw 'em a few bucks then throw back a beer and a shot and bust yer fuckin nut, boy. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html --- Part 4, Tattoo By Taz & copendip1999 Uncle Bruce woke up on his couch, a bit hung over, but who fuckin' cares? His dick was sore from all the fun he and his nephew had gotten up to the night before. Whooeee, that boy was taking to his training like a dog to a bone and was clearly starting to need smoke in his lungs as often as possible. He was genuinely enjoying the regular cocksucking and fucking he got, and damn if Bruce hadn't told him to kick back in a wife beater and enjoy his smoke while Uncle took care of his cock for him! Yeah, Craig had earned something special to celebrate. He was gonna get a tattoo, Uncle Bruce decided, and he was gonna get it today. He and his nephew would go out and get matching tattoos. He let Craig sleep for a while longer while he made some coffee and smoked a few Wides. Ten o'clock rolled around and Bruce decided it was time for his nephew to get up. He yelled upstairs "Hey Craig! Get up little buddy!" No response. "CRAIG GET THE FUCK UP" he heard his nephew jerk and get awake. Heh. "Get down here and have some coffee, we've got plans today." "Hey morning..." "Yeah how ya doin little buddy? Have fun last night?" "Aw fuck yeah Uncle, I ain't never done poppers before and the way ya gave em to me when you started fuckin me..." "Well slow it the fuck down there son, yeah, there's a bunch more of that coming up. Get yer coffee." Craig grabbed a cup, poured himself one and sat down. I held out a Wide to him "Smoke?" "Thanks Uncle." He took it and I fired him up and then lit myself a fresh one. "Fuckin nice in the morning, ain't it, boy?" "Oh, fuck yeah." I could tell he was feeling the nicotine and I just left it there. We drank coffee and smoked in silence for a while until we were both pretty well awake then I got up, clapped Craig on the shoulder and said "Awwright nephew get the hell up. Let's go get you a surprise today!" "A surprise?" Craig looked around at me as I went to grab a can of Copenhagen and my keys. "Yep, a fuckin' surprise, nephew," I winked at him. "Am I gonna like it?" "You can tell me after you git it, boy!" I needed gas and more smokes and I had something else in mind anyway. I pulled off the country road into Dirty Pete's garage, set the gas tank to fill then headed inside to talk to Pete. I left my nephew out in the truck, windows rolled up, probably sweating a bit due to the heat and all. "Howdy there Pete" "Hey Bruce" I stepped into the dimmer light of the gas station side of the operation and smelled the old wood, the old smell of cardboard, and the lingering smell of tobacco around the place. Fuck yeah, this was my kind of gas station, not a fuckin' corporate shithole but a place where real men work and real men bring their trucks and tractors and shit to get fixed right. Dirty Pete may be a lot of things but he's a handy fucker with an engine, for damn sure. I grabbed a six pack of 16oz Buds and a fifth of Beam and walked up to the counter. "Usual?" Pete said. "Fuck'n you know it." Pete grabbed a pack of Camel Wides, a pack of Reds and a pack of Camel non-filters out of the rack of smokes above the counter. "Dip?" "Yep" He grabbed two cans of Copenhagen Long Cut. I grabbed my wallet and looked him in the eyes. "I think you and me have something that needs talkin' about, Pete." "Oh yeah what's that?" "Well I've been teaching my nephew about drinkin, and smokin, and basically being a man and all. Thing is, he's doing great at home but he's gonna need a place where he can buy all the beer booze and tobacco he wants. Catch my drift?" Pete grinned. "That's a Texas-sized 10-4 there good buddy." Then he looked a bit shifty. Fuck, it was so clear why they called him Dirty Pete. When that fuckin' guy got horny or dirty minded, he looked like the poster child for Rapists Anonymous. Thin mustache, bad buzz cut, dirty mechanics overalls, dirty over some badass tattoos. "What's in it for me, Bruce?" I winked at him as he rung me up. "Got anything going on in the garage right now, Pete?" "Naw it's empty, got one rig up on the hydraulics but it'll hold." "How about we go have a few beers?" I kept staring at him. He held my look and said "Fuck yeah." "I'll get my nephew." I went out and knocked on the passenger side window. Craig rolled down the window. I said, `"Hey boy get on out, we're gonna hang out with Pete here for a bit." Craig shook his head a bit. "Dirty Pete? That guy's kind of gross." "He's a good dude, you'll see, little buddy!" I clapped and grabbed him on the shoulder and started leading him to the garage. We got inside, Pete already having a smoke and he'd grabbed another bottle and was hitting it as we walked in. He put the bottle down. "Hey, boys!" I chuckled and reached into my pocket for a smoke. I pulled one out for Craig first, lit him up then fired up myself. "Howdy there Pete long time no see" "Yeah, buddy, long time no see" he winked back. "Beers all round?" "Yep" I took a beer and Craig took a beer and we all cracked n' swigged and Pete passed around the bottle of who the fuck knows what and we all drank from it, that could have been a mistake though. Pete and I kept smoking and I also kept Craig goin, just three dudes hangin' out smokin' and drinkin' and having a good time in a garage. Until I looked over at Pete and said, "I think my nephew is gonna need to earn the privilege of buying beer n liquor n smokes from ya, Pete." Craig looked over sharply at me, like he wasn't sure what was going on. "Oh yeah did I tell ya that Craig? I hooked ya up. You're gonna be able to buy beer n booze n tobacco any damn time ya like. Pete here's gonna hook you up and seeing how he runs the place and all he's got a few favors to ask of you." Craig looked over at Pete. Pete leered and stepped closer to Craig, grabbing his crotch. The three of us were hanging in the double bay high ceiling garage by the left work bench by the office, beers on the work table and just ashing on the floor fuck it. "I think you probably got an idea what ol' Pete's looking for there, buddy," I said, pointing at Dirty Pete's crotch. I looked Craig in the eyes then I locked eyes with him. I jerked my chin up a bit like to indicate, "fuck yeah go for it little buddy" then Craig got down on his knees while Pete started to unzip his fly. Pete didn't undo his pants. He just unzipped his overalls as far as they could go, he was naked underneath, pulled his cock up so as it was jerkin' out straight and hard and Craig knew what to do, his Uncle had taught him right, he opened up and just let Pete shove that cock right down his throat. He caught his Uncle's eyes while he felt Pete's cock start to slide down his throat and felt a bit like he was just getting used, but he fuckin' liked it. I undid my zipper like Pete did and let my hardon flop out. When Craig came off of Pete I grabbed the top of his head and he looked up at me and knew right away what he was supposed to do. Jaw open, eyes locked on mine like I taught him, while I fuckin' grinned down at him around a Wide. Pete chuckled and grabbed us two more beers and passed me the bottle of Beam. I hit it again, which was probably a mistake. Then I pulled my cock out of Craig's mouth and made him drink deep. Fuck, if it was gonna be my mistake, it'd be Craig's, too. Pete and I, cocks out, getting serviced in a fuckn' service garage, smokin our smokes and dippin our dip and tipping back beers while pouring `em down my nephew's throat any damn time we wanted. Fuckin' fun! We took turns fucking his throat until we both fed him full loads. Damn, my nephew was taking really well to this, he just gulped it down while lookin' up at whoever was feeding him cum! I looked up at the old clock on the wall. "Damn, boys, it's time to cut this short. We got a tattoo appointment coming up real soon here." Craig got up, wiping his mouth off and looking at me with his eyes wide, "Tattoo appointment??" I ignored him and handed him my beer. "Wash it down, nephew!" He grinned. He drained the beer and I grabbed him by the shoulder and walked him out of the garage. I threw Pete a thumbs up as we headed out, hell yeah, there's more fun to be had here, I figure. We drove off in my truck. So the tattoo parlor was basically a shed next to another shed that sold bongs and flags and t-shirts and rugs, that kind of place. It was dusty when we parked and I kind of wondered what Craig was thinking was going to happen now. I led him over to the front of the tattoo place and the shaved-head huge beard hairy stout dude didn't say nothin' but nodded them into the back with an jerk of his thumb and what looked like a pretty solid grin but who the fuck knows what was going on under that beard? In the back, the tattoo artist raised his eyebrows, smiled and said, "Howdy there, fellas. What can I do for y'all today?" He had a big cigar clenched in his jaw. Bruce spoke up. "Me and my nephew here want to get us some ink. Dirty Pete down at the mechanic shop said you did all his artwork and I gotta' say, it's pretty impressive. Said you charge a fair price too." Place looked clean enough and the tattoo chair looked like it'd doubled as a barber's chair at some point, but it'd been wrenched on a bit and looked like it laid down flat and had a few extra pieces of metal welded onto it. Huh. The air was still and hot and it smelled sweaty, like cigars and weed and unwashed crotch. It smelled damn good. Bruce felt his wet cock start to rise a bit. "Name's Dave," tattoo guy said around his cigar. "Glad to hear ya' got yourself a referral, men" he grinned, winking at Craig. Dave wasn't a small dude. He looked like a goddamned gorilla who'd quit going to the gym! What are we doin' and who's up first? Bruce pushed Craig forward and said, "This here's my nephew and we're going to get some matching tattoos today, Dave, and I'm paying. We're lookin' to get... hell, got any sketches of some skulls smoking? That'd be badass!" Dave grabbed a binder full of drawings and put it down on the counter in front of the three-part mirror behind the chair and said, "Hell yes I do sir!" and flipped through it. "There." Bruce stepped up, pulling his pack a Wides outta his pocket as he did so. "Huh. That's damned good there, Dave! That's a whole damn skeleton, huge skull, kickin' back, smokin', bottle in his hand! Fuckin awesome!" Dave nodded his thanks, saw Bruce reaching for a lighter but beat him to it and flicked his ZZ Top zippo open. Bruce grinned crookedly, stuck his smoke in his jaw and nodded and let Dave light him up. "Craig, git in the chair. You're gonna look badass when this is done!" "You boys want a drink or what?," Dave said as he started to get his kit laid out. He pulled the sketch out of the binder, showed it to Craig, said, "How's this look there son?" Craig fuckin' damn near shook with excitement. His nipples were fuckin' hard, his cock was gettin' hard, and his heart was fucking POUNDING. All he'd done today was wake up, drink coffee, smoke, suck cock, get drunk, and now he was getting a tattoo!? How fucking cool was his Unc? "Yeah, Dave, I'll spot us. I got beers and a bottle in my truck. I'll be back in a second," Bruce said heading outside, smoke in the corner of his mouth, haulin' like a fuckin' stud. Once outside, Bruce took a second to wish that something dirty was about to happen to Craig inside. As he was thinking that, the dude outside gave him a head nod. He was smokin' a pipe now, Bruce noticed. It was a good sized straight pipe stickin' outta that man's face fur like it may have been nailed in place. Hell, that was some rough tobacco, too, Bruce thought. It smelled kind of familiar. Bruce winked and grinned and went over to his truck, grabbed a fresh half rack a Buds and the partly run down bottle a Beam and Hell, why not, grabbed his pipe too. When he was walking back towards the head shop/tattoo parlor the dude smoking the pipe said, "Hey buddy. I'm thinking about closing up front here. It's slow as hell. Mind if I join you guys in the back and shoot the shit a bit?" "Hell naw, Bruce said. "I got plenty for us to drink and it'd be fun to shoot the shit while me and my nephew get us some ink!" "Heck yeah! I'll close up front here and be back in a few. Name's Forrest. Like the trees." Bruce couldn't tell if the man smiled or what, the pipe barely moved in his face when he talked, just a huge fuckin' beard and a pipe stickin outta it. "Cool Forrest. I'm Bruce and my nephew's Craig and we're here to relax and get tatted up! See ya in a few dude." When Bruce swept the curtain aside and stepped into the backroom, he smelled fresh cannabis and grinned until his eyes adjusted and he saw his nephew in the barber's chair. Then he REALLY grinned. He saw how the chair had been raised and reclined so that Craig was pretty well flat out, head raised a bit but pretty much at crotch level. The leg rest was wide... wait was Craig strapped to the fucking chair? "Howdy!" Bruce said thumping down the case a beer and bottle. "He giving you any trouble?" He winked to Dave. "Naw he's doing just fine so far there, Bruce. Just getting him ready. We're doing the inner bicep for these, right?" "Hell, yeah. I got some room on my left bicep... how about you give him his on the inner right? Then we're like mirror twins and shit right?" "Sounds good boss!" Bruce looked down at his Nephew in the chair, laid out. "So is my nephew trying to pussy out or why'd ya have to strap him in?" "Well, I asked him if he thought he may jerk around if it hurt, and he said yeah, so I told him we can just strap him him for the ride. It's safe and he'll be fine -- it just makes it easier for us all." "Yep, Unc, also gotta say I don't mind this a bit. These leather restraints feel pretty great actually!" Craig was laid back, arms wide in a kind of bearhug pose, tattoo chair supporting his arms, making it easy for Dave to get in there and work on him. His legs were spread and restrained too. Bruce couldn't resist himself. He reached over and grabbed one of Craig's nipples through his shirt. His nephew jerked and squirmed. "Aw Hell naw, nephew, you're going to have to do better than that!" "Hey," Forrest said sticking his face in the room pipe first. "Hey. Hi guys. Need me to grab anything? Just shut down up front." "Hey yeah dude how about ya go grab our `relaxing' stuff," Dave said, "We got a fresh one here and he could stand to relax a little bit." Dave looked at Bruce, and Bruce nodded. Uncle Bruce liked how this was shaping up. His nephew Craig was strapped into a reclined tattoo chair, Dave the tattoo artist was hauling a cigar and getting his gear ready to start giving Bruce's nephew a badass smoking skeleton on his bicep, and the other dude Forrest who ran the head shop out front had just headed into a back room, pipe smoke trailing behind him, to get what he called his "relaxing gear," whatever that meant. Bruce pulled out two Camel Wides, lit `em both up, and put one in his nephew's mouth. "Thanks," muffled Craig from behind his smoke. The three of them smoked in silence while they heard Forrest pulling out some shit from the back room. "Here we go, men," Forrest said around his pipe as he walked back into the room carrying a large unzipped black duffle bag. He set it on the floor, and started rummaging around in there. Craig lifted his head and looked at Forrest and kind of stared at the huge dude and the pipe which just seemed to disappear into the man's beard. "Howdy Craig! I'm Forrest and I'm gonna help you relax!" He winked and his eyes sparkled and he was clearly smiling. He looked over at Bruce, like he was just double checking that he had permission to have some fun, and Bruce nodded again. Forrest pulled what looked like a gas mask out of the bag but it had a long tube running out of the front of it with a cap on the end. Oh, hell, Bruce thought, this was gonna fucking ROCK! "OK Craig I'm gonna put this on you after you finish yer smoke." "`Kay" said Craig around his half-finished smoke, ashes falling on his face as he moved his lips to talk, nobody was taking his smoke out of his mouth to ash it for him so he he just had to shotgun the whole thing! "Whuzzit" he tried saying around his smoke, and Forrest said "It's gonna help you relax for your tattoo, son." "Kay. " Craig said again and took a deep drag on his Wide. Dave had finished making sure everything was clean and arranged for the tattoo, and then set his cigar down in an ashtray and went over to a cabinet and opened it. Inside, Bruce could see a few different bongs and a bunch of other paraphernalia. "Damn, Dave, that's one awesome looking bong!" Bruce pointed at a three-foot tall glass bong with dragon designs blown in glass decorating the lower half of it. "Well how about we use this one then, Bruce? I think it'll really help your nephew relax." "Fuck yeah!" Dave also pulled out a pipe so large Bruce did a quick double-take. "Holy shit where'd you get that? That's badass!" The pipe was about 9 inches long and had a bowl that had to have been 3 inches wide and almost 4 deep, a richly textured rusticated bowl and long briar shaft ending in a brown stem with a silver band. "Heh, this is probably my favorite pipe, it's a Northern Briars magnum!" "Never heard of that but wow, that's... amazing," Bruce said, a redneck at heart who wasn't used to the finer things in life. "You want to give it a try? I've got plenty of favorite pipes!" "Fuck yeah!" Bruce said as Dave passed him the pipe and a big sack of tobacco. Bruce immediately opened the sack and sniffed, "Damn, this smells nice! Hey, I already like you guys!" Dave and Forrest laughed. Bruce started packing the pipe, "Fuck, this thing must take almost a whole ounce of tobacco in one bowl? This shit is crazy!" "Yep, it's a big gun all right!" Meanwhile Craig had finished his smoke so Forrest took it from him and stubbed it out. "OK, boy, lift your head up now." He placed the gasmask on Craig's face and fastened the straps around the back. "How's that feel?" "Good... smells awesome and sweaty, but I feel like I can only breathe through that tube now," Craig's muffled quiet voice said. Bruce was definitely getting boned up now. He knew that the three of them were going to really make his nephew smoke hard today. "Yep, boy, that's kind of the whole point!" Forrest chuckled and went back to the bag. "All right now, boy, I'm gonna blindfold you too. This way you can focus on relaxing. Head up again, there, buddy." Craig obediently lifted his head and Forrest put the leather blindfold on him and tightened it. Bruce could smell the leather and was pretty impressed, that was one cool blindfold! "OK, finally, sometimes guys get uncomfortable with how the tattoo gun sounds, so I'm gonna put some earplugs in ya. Nod if you understand, boy." Craig nodded. Forrest took some earplugs and rolled em around to small cylinders, stuck em in each of Craig's ears and held them there as the foam expanded. "Now you can still hear me a bit right boy?" Craig nodded. "OK now if you need something, just start nodding your head, ok?" Craig nodded. "Here, Bruce, use my Zippo to fire up that big ole pipe , OK?" Bruce grabbed it and started to puff away at that pipe. Dang, it was so huge but the tobacco was perfectly packed and it started to flame up good! He passed the Zippo back to Dave who fired up his own pipe and planted it in the corner of his jaw then passed the Zippo to Forrest who had just finished loading some awfully great smelling weed into the big bowl of the long bong and was now putting something sticky on top. "Hash?" Bruce wondered. As if reading his mind, Forrest looked over and said "Hash," grinning. "It's relaxing!" Pipes all loaded up, Dave looked at Forrest and said, "Alright, let's get him good and relaxed." Forrest nodded, puffed hard on his pipe and picked up the hose attached to the gas mask and exhaled a huge lungful of pipe smoke into it! They all were looking at Craig as they knew that all he could breathe was the pipe smoke, and like the little champion that Uncle Bruce was turning him into, he didn't fuss or do nothing, just took the smoke. Bruce pointed at Craig's crotch and the three men chuckled seeing Craig's pants tenting out as he breathed the smoke. Forrest covered the end of the hose so no smoke could escape then passed the hose to Bruce. Bruce hauled hard on that giant pipe and then exhaled his own giant lungful of smoke into the hose and capped it off again. Craig's chest heaved up and down as he started to really struggle for air through all that smoke. Who cares, thought Bruce, he'll live, as he passed the hose over to Dave who was already puffing his pipe hard to get ready. He grabbed the hose and exhaled hard into it then capped it off. Craig was really huffing now and starting to sweat. Damn, Bruce thought, he must be feeling great! Now Forrest put a flame to the bowl of that huge bong and lit it. The hash sizzled and melted into the dank weed and a thick column of white smoke began filling the long tube. Forrest laid off the flame, held his inhale, then grabbed the tube to the gasmask and popped the cap off. He then pulled the bowl out of the bong and took the rest of the giant hit, and immediately exhaled into the tube. There was so much smoke now in the gasmask that even though it was sealed tight it looked like some smoke was coming out from around Craig's nose! Craig started to cough but fought it like Unc'd taught him and soon was taking long, slow, deep breaths. Forrest kept the tube open so Craig could get some air. Craig's cock was visibly throbbing underneath his pants and what little of his face you could see was bright red. "All right, boy, I think you're starting to feel good so I'm gonna start the tattoo, that OK?" Craig nodded. Dave picked up the gun and put it to Craig's arm and started the gun. Craig jumped and strained a little bit but Bruce said real loud, "Keep it under control there boy. You know you want this," and Craig relaxed into the chair as Dave started to get to work. Forrest passed the bong over to Bruce, who hit it just as hard as Forrest had and then he exhaled hard into the tube again. Damn, his nephew was gonna be RIPPED! He offered the bong to Dave but Dave waved it away without looking up, and Bruce figured he preferred to at least start the tattoo with a clear head. Bruce and Forrest proceeded to haul their pipes, throw back some beers and shots, talk shit about their small town and trucks and how the government can go fuck itself while passing the bong back and forth and they exhaled ALL their smoke into the gas mask tube. Craig's cock was straining and Forrest looked down and said "OK, let's step this up. You got the main sketch done there Dave?" Dave nodded. "Take a break there, we may need to move around a bit here." Forrest reached into the duffle bag and pulled out a pair of safety scissors. "Bruce, you OK with taking your nephew home with... less clothes on?" whispered Forrest so that Craig couldn't hear. "Fucking RIGHT ON boys! Kid could use some new clothes anyways, I think he was born in those ripped off jeans..." Forrest lifted Craig's shirt right above his crotch and started making a cut straight up his chest. Craig's chest was heaving a bit, not really knowing what was happening, and he wiggled around. Bruce took another bong rip and exhaled hard into the gas mask then capped it, figuring his nephew could take it. Forrest kept cutting until he reached the neck and snipped it free, then pulled the shirt apart so that Craig's chest was exposed. He didn't stop there. Next he cut along both sleeves up to the neck, and peeled those back so Craig's whole front was exposed! Bruce had loaded up Craig's lungs with another lungful of pipe smoke so his nephew could relax. Forrest kept going and started cutting up Craig's cutoffs, and pretty soon Craig's pants fell off around him and his cock pointed straight up. Fuck, I like this guy's style, thought Bruce, keeping Craig full of pipe and bong smoke. Now Craig was lying there, fully exposed, asscheeks clenched together as he took the smoke. Dave resumed the tattoo and Craig barely moved. "Yep, I think we got this boy good and relaxed," smiled Forrest. Dave continued concentrating and starting to thicken some of the lines. Forrest went back to the duffle bag. What now, wondered Bruce? Forrest pulled out a pointed nail file. Hmmm, thought Bruce. Forrest looked at him and smiled. "Watch. Keep smoking him out." He took the nail file, point down, and lightly set it down just above Craig's belly button and pushed in very slightly. Craig's stomach heaved as he felt the point. Then Forrest took the nail file and started gently, lightly sliding it up Craig's stomach and up towards his chest, so it was just barely touchin' his skin. Craig shuddered. "God damn!" thought Bruce, "That's fucking sweet!" He took the tube and delivered Craig another huge lungful of pipe smoke then capped it off again. Forrest was now circling Craig's nipples with the point of the file, Craig's nipples swelling and his cock starting to leak. For the next ten minutes or so, the only sound was the tattoo gun and the quiet rock n roll music playing in the background as Bruce focused on keeping his Nephew full of pipe smoke while Forrest took his time playing slowly with the nail file, drawing it all over Craig's body, tracing his neck and inner thighs and shoulders and even along his fingers. Craig was clenching his fists, wiggling his boots in their restraints, and breathing very deeply and slowly, and making small muffled moaning sounds from inside the gas mask. Forrest was smiling around his pipe and winking at Bruce, and Bruce had to admit this was pretty incredible and he almost felt jealous of the treatment his nephew was getting. Bruce tamped the pipe he was smoking and it wasn't even a quarter smoked! Fuck! The smoke was so thick in the room that the bright light that Dave had focused on Craig's arm was a blue cone pointing at Craig's emerging tattoo, and Craig was shaking. Forrest set down the nail file and went back into the bag. He pulled out what looked like a damned big dildo and he held it up to Bruce and smiled wickedly. Bruce chuckled and nodded, and Forrest grabbed a tube of lube and poured a bunch over the dildo. The sound of the tattoo gun buzzed and Forrest leaned over, and with one smooth motion pushed the dildo up and into Craig's ass! Craig bucked a bit but he was strapped down tight so he couldn't move too much and Dave didn't miss a beat with his inking. When the dildo was all the way up Craig's ass, Forrest looked up at Bruce and said, "Watch this!" There was a button on the bottom of the dildo! Forrest held it in, and Dave heard the vibrations starting -- it was a vibrator! Bruce saw Craig clench his ass hard around it and decided his nephew needed another good hard hit of thick pipe smoke, so he blasted another fat lungful into the gasmask and closed the cap. As Dave wound up the tattoo, Forrest started gently fucking Craig with the vibrator and put his hand around Craig's hard cock, not stroking him, just holding his hand there As Craig's cock jerked around it kept lightly rubbing Forrest's hand and Craig was clearly going wild. Bruce was getting hard as hell himself, smoking that giant pipe and watching Forrest work his nephew over and he decided he needed to do something about it. Craig's mouth was busy so after he unzipped his fly and got his cock out he motioned to Forrest, who looked at Uncle Bruce's cock and gave him a thumbs up. "Can you take over for me up and keep my boy smoked out, Forrest?" "Sure thing buddy!" Forrest handed Bruce the vibrator and Bruce rubbed it all over his cock to get himself lubed up and super boned up, and then he had a wicked thought. "Keep him well smoked up, Forrest, I got an idea," said Bruce around the pipe. Bruce stepped forward and put his cock against his nephew's asshole and started pressing his cock head into him. His nephew felt the cock but didn't know whose it was and Bruce chuckled thinking it could have been any of them fuckin him! He forced his cock in until his head was fully inside of his nephew, then paused. Fuck, this was gonna hurt his nephew probably, but Bruce was too horned up and buzzed to care. He took the vibrator, still rumbling away, and held it up against his cock and started pushing it towards his nephew's ass underneath his own cock! Craig started to try and squirm and buck away but he was strapped down and had nowhere to go! Bruce started to push the vibrator into his nephew but it was really fucking tight, and holy SHIT did it feel awesome against his cock! Fuck it, thought Bruce, and pushed a bit harder. There it went! He felt the vibrator slip inside of his nephew's ass and Bruce damn near shot his load right there, feeling that vibrator against the head of his cock inside of his nephew! Forrest laughed and fed Craig another big fat bong rip and Craig leaned forward and slowly slid his cock and the vibrator down into his nephew at the same time. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, thought Bruce, and he saw Craig shaking underneath him. The vibrator was fully inserted, Bruce was balls deep, and to be honest Bruce was just about freaking out with the pleasure he was feeling. Hell, who cares how his nephew is feeling right now, he's just a fucking cum dump, but god damn can he make a man feel good! Bruce held the vibrator in place and started sliding his cock out to take a thrust. He felt his cock sliding against the vibrator, against its ribs and veins, throbbing, and holy shit Bruce didn't know how long he could hold on, this was so intense! He slid back in deeper and hard and watched as Craig seemed like he was trying to get away. Fuckn' Bruce was in heaven and just kept sliding in and out, raping his nephew's hole, splitting him open as he held that vibrator in place and just bucked and fucked him. Forrest was grinning and even Dave seemed to have a smile seeing this kid get well fucked, smoked, and inked. Bruce knew he wasn't going to hold out too long so he just concentrated on the feeling of his cock, forcing it in and out and feeling the vibrator and his nephew's split open ass. He saw Forrest unzip his pants and pull his cock out, and he saw Dave finish up and start cleaning up, setting down his pipe and picking up a fresh cigar. This wasn't Bruce's first rodeo, but he knew it was time to finish up and let these other men fuck his boy. He kept pumping his cock in and out and didn't resist when he pulled a final huge full lungful of pipe smoke and let his cock blow up his nephew's ass. Forrest could see what was going on here and his cock twitched and got fully hard, and he stepped away and grinned when he saw Uncle Bruce gesture him forward like, yeah, your next to fuck my nephew, buddy! Forrest swung over there and Bruce said, "Ya gotta' fuck him with the vibrator in his ass, buddy, it's fuckin awesome!" Forrest knew what to do when Bruce handed him the vibrator. "Fuck man this is gonna be hot. I've never done it!" Uncle Bruce told him how to work the vibrator in when his cockhead was just past the rim and Forrest smiled and got ready to rock. Dave asked Bruce, "Want a cigar there, buddy?" Nodding yep, even though he still hadn't finished all the tobacco in that huge pipe, Bruce accepted the stout stick and bit the end off, and leaned over the flame of the lighter Dave was kindly holding up for him and puffed it to life. Man, a cigar always tasted better after a pipe! After it was going good and strong, he and Dave turned back to check on how Forrest and Craig were gettin' on. Forrest hadn't made a sound but from the look on his face you could tell that the man was in heaven. Craig sounded like he was really, really struggling to breathe. Huh, oops, Bruce thought, looks like I left the cap on the tube of the gas mask! Hahaha! He popped it off, took a few extra-heavy puffs of his cigar, and blew it right into the tube and capped it off again. Craig's breathing relaxed as he took the cigar smoke deep in his lungs. Forrest was going at Craig's ass full steam, holding the vibrator in place and pounding him, his pipe clenched in his jaw. He kept his other hand on Craig's inner thigh and occasionally reached over to grab Craig's hardon, or to slap it! Dave and Bruce looked at each other and nodded and grinned. Yeah, this kid was getting fucked right! And when they were done, he could see his new tattoo! Dave went and got beers and also got a bottle of rye, passed out the beers then cracked his own and took a deep drink. "So hey there Uncle," nudging Bruce in the side jokingly as Bruce delivered another load of cigar smoke in the gas mask, "what do you think of the tattoo?" "Oh heck it's badass! Just like I knew it would be!" "Thanks man. I think it turned out really well!" Forrest grunted, took a deep drink a his ice-cold beer, then held the can down on top of Craig's balls, making Craig shiver even while he kept taking a pounding in his hole. "Feelin' good over there Forrest?" "Oh FUCK yeah I am," Forrest said around his pipe. "This kid is gonna' get his ass filled here in a second!" He'd started slowing down and thrusting so deep he was pushing Craig back farther on the chair! "UHHHHHHHH" he said, tensing. "UHHHHH UHHH UHHHHH UHHHHHH UHHHHH," pushing his beer can down hard to keep his balance as he whaled on Craig's ass, "UHHHHHHHH!!!" He sank in and then just stayed still, twitching a little bit, and Dave and Bruce both clinked their beer cans and high-fived in honor of the awesome fuck they'd just seen. Dave was eager to get in on the action. First things first. Now that the tattoo was done, he asked Forrest for a hit on the bong. He loved fucking ass while he was stoned. Forrest was happy to oblige and brought the bong over and lit it for him. He took a massive hit and nodded his thanks to Forrest. As soon as Forrest had started stepping back, Dave had his hard cock out and was heading to get into position. "Fire up a cigar, man, you earned it," Dave said to Forrest as Forrest handed him the vibrator. "That vibrator feel as good as it looked like it felt?" "Fuckin' better, buddy. After Uncle Bruce fucked him, it wasn't too hard to get in either!" Dave planted his cigar in his jaw and got to work. His cock was really fat, but he had no problem getting his head in because of how loose the kid was. Then he took the vibrator and slid it under his cock and said, "Goddamn! I ain't even got this thing in him and it feels awesome on my cock!" Forrest fired up his cigar and Bruce told him they'd take turns exhaling their smoke into the gasmask. Bruce was hoping that his nephew was going to cum while Dave fucked him, and he figured that Craig wouldn't get a break from the smoke until he came. Dave pushed the vibrator all the way in as he slid home and he didn't even wait, he just started pumping both his cock and the vibrator together in and out of Craig's ass. "Hey gimme my beer somebody, I want to keep that kids balls on ice while I fuck him!" Bruce handed over the beer, decided to take himself another big bong rip, then took the tube from Forrest who'd just finished exhaling his cigar into the gas mask and did the same with his lungful of weed smoke. Dave pushed his beer can down onto Craig's balls and they all saw Craig jerk again, which made them all laugh. Sweat was pouring off of Craig by now, three men in the hot smoky small room, all smokin' cigars and enjoying themselves. Dave kept talkin' under his breath, "Fuck yeah. Daddy's fuckin' you now, boy. You're gettin' fucked by a real man, faggot. You're gonna take that cock whether you want to or not, aw fuck yeah." Fuck, this was hot, thought Bruce! He and Forrest kept on swapping the tube so that there was always more fresh cigar smoke in the gasmask. Dave kept on fuckin' Craig, and Craig just moaned and took it. Dave started saying things like, "here it comes, fucker, get ready to get some cum up in ya'," and sped up his pace a lot so he was thrusting like a machine. Craig's moaning started sounding like "Mm mm mm umpf mm mm mm," breaking off every time Dave sunk in, like he was getting punched hard in the stomach over and over. "FUCK! HELL YEAH! YEEEEHAW!" yelled Dave as he kept goin', feeling his cock erupt inside the well used boy. He started slowing down as his cock got more sensitive, and he finished off his beer while he finished draining his cock. Just then, Craig's back seemed to arch and his cock started to spasm and shoot cum in the air. Fuck, some of it went so high it got on the light bulb and made a hissing sound! Craig's chest heaved up and down rapidly then started slowing down. "Well boys looks like it's time to clean up here and show Craig his new tattoo!" "Heck yeah!" Forrest took the blindfold off of Craig's sweaty face and Craig blinked away tears in the light. Forrest then yanked out the earplugs and told Craig to lift his head up a bit. Craig did and Forrest got the gas mask off. Dave set the chair back upright and Craig was left sitting there, clothes cut off hanging around him, big dumb smile on his face. "Say, Unc, can I get a smoke?" "Fuck yeah ya can boy!" Bruce took out a Wide from his pack and handed it over to Craig, who stuck it in his mouth and let Bruce light him up. Craig looked down at his arm for the first time. "Holy fuck! This is awesome," he said, moving his arm around in the light to see it from different angles and flexing his muscles to see how it'd look. He touched it with his other hand, and said "Hey that didn't hurt too bad neither! Damn this rocks!" He looked so happy sitting there, having just gotten his first tattoo, smoke in his mouth and having just got fucked by three dudes. "That's my boy!" said Uncle Bruce. "Now how much do we owe ya here, Dave?" Dave waved his hand and said, "this one's on us. I got a feeling he's gonna be comin' back for some more tattoos, aintcha', boy?" Dave winked at Craig, who smiled sheepishly. "Well thanks and hey I know it got late and all but I'm gonna need to get back down here so I can get the matching tattoo!" "Yeah ya are," smiled Dave, "and how about you bring your nephew with ya?"