Date: Thu, 15 Mar 2018 19:59:34 +0000 From: Dt Gt Subject: Nephew owns me pt 2 Nephew owns me pt 2 A quick note to readers, if you enjoy this story or any of the others on Nifty, then please consider donating. Nifty is a unique service, and while the content is generated free by its users, the hosting and administration of the site is not free. I've been contacted by a few "cash slaves" due to the nature of my story, but rather than offer to donate to me, I would prefer that you give something to keep this site going. Think of it this way; you'll be helping lots of men get their rocks off. There is a donate link on the front page, use it. Now, read on. ------------- I sat in my car for a few minutes, catching my breath and making an unsuccessful attempt to understand what had just happened. My nephew, Jamie, had just figuratively run me over. This lad who I last remembered as a cheeky but polite ten year old had become a confident and forthright, just sixteen stud, with the insight to see me for what I hadn't til then realised I was, and the physical and mental strength to show me. He had taken my cigarettes, my money, and my dignity. My still semi cock oozed it's last dregs of cum from the intense, no hands orgasm he had inflicted on me. Yes, inflicted is the right word, because this was no act of love, it was a demonstration of the control he had so easily taken over me. The cum was seeping through the fabric of my boxers and creating a small, dark patch on my trousers. I decided to heed Jamie's words and clean myself up. Rooting in the glove compartment I found some tissues, and I gingerly opened my fly, lowered my boxers and made an attempt to get the worst of it off. My pubic hair was matted with cum, and there was little I could do about the dark patch on my trousers except wait until it dried, so I sat there a little longer, wishing I still had my cigarettes. A few minutes later my phone buzzed with a message. An unknown number but I knew instantly who it was. "that's enough time bitch boy. I want you back in here in sixty seconds. I'm already counting". Shit. Panic hit me in the chest. But, strangely, it wasn't the panic of returning to the party looking dishevelled and with an odd stain on my trousers, it was the panic of disappointing Jamie. The still lucid part of my mind registered how odd this was, but the bigger, still dazed and dazzled part took control and forced my weak legs into a quick jog back to the house, redoing my fly as I went. I re-entered the sitting room no doubt looking flushed, but I didn't register the looks of anyone but Jamie, who merely gave me a sly grin, and a slow shake of the head. I had no idea what that meant, perhaps I was over time, perhaps it was nothing, but if I was distracted before our encounter in the car then I was a bag of nerves now. Minutes passed like hours as I found myself in a dreary conversation with my brother in law. He was explaining to me about some investment he had made that was now maturing. Yes, I thought, an investment you made sixteen years and nine months ago has certainly matured. As I thought this, as if through synchronicity, Jamie came to join the conversation. "Hey uncle Mike", he said in a typical teenage drawl. I melted inside. "Are you OK? You look a little bit pale". I doubt that was true. I expect I was blushing like a stop sign, but he didn't stop. "If you want", he continued, "you can go and lie down on my bed. It's the second on the left at the top of the stairs." "I'm, I'm OK..." I drivelled before being cut off. "I insist". Said Jaime, with the imperious tone I recognised. Defeated, of course, I acquiesced. "Yes, Jamie, thank you. I will". And, to be honest, it would be good to be alone for a while. I needed to think, to clear my mind. I needed to stand up to this teenager who thought he could do this to me. I made my excuses and climbed the stairs. Jamie's room was where he said it would be. I opened the door and stepped inside. The first thing that hit me was the smell. It was the same smell that I had experienced in the hall and, later, in my car. That mix of aftershave and teenage stud body odour, with the unmistakable hint of dried cum. The room was lit by a lamp on the bedside stand, but I could make out some of the posters on the wall. Some woman, either a respectable porn star or a slutty pop star, looked on with her breasts almost bare from the wall above his bed. A couple of marvel movie posters, iron man and thor. I was reminded for a moment of Jamie's age, and my heart shrunk. What was I doing, and what was I thinking? In an act of birthday bravado my nephew had managed to get an extra birthday gift from me. That's all this was, I told myself. No need to panic. He was right about one thing, I did need to lie down for a while alone. I climbed onto his bed, my head hitting the fold he had made in his pillow, and I closed my eyes. I must have drifted off because I found myself awoken by the sound of the bedroom door closing. I decided to remain motionless on my back and feign sleep. I heard the click, push, click, buzz of the corner TV and attendant Xbox being turned on. Then, eyes still closed, I felt something brush my nose. I barely had time to imagine what it was before any doubts were reconciled, and a firm, musky arse, still clothed, planted itself heavily on my face. "You stay exactly where you are, bitch", Jamie's voice said. Even if I could have replied, with my mouth and nose covered by Jamie's arse and taint, I wouldn't have. The sweet, musky smell had once again switched off my will to resist. My ears still worked fine, however, and I heard the noises of a game starting up. He shifted slightly and I both heard, felt and smelt a fart go directly from his arse and into my nose. I breathed harder, not sure whether I was trying to dilute the smell or get all of it. The distinction hardly mattered. One thing thing was clear though, amongst all of the sensory confusion, and that was that I wasn't going anywhere for a while. ---------- Sorry it's a short update, and not much happens, but I want to establish the relationship so that the stuff that will happen later will seem realistic.