Date: Mon, 26 Mar 2018 21:20:10 +0100 From: Dt Gt Subject: Nephew owns me pt 3 Hey, if you use nifty a lot and if you can, or maybe if you're just feeling generous today, consider donating to nifty. They help you get off, and what bigger gift can you give a man? Nephew owns me pt3 For the next hour or so, I'm not quite sure, Jaime's peachy as fuck teen arse was my world, and I let myself get lost in it, my senses now just the rustle of his arse on my face as he shifted around, the warm, firm press of his cheeks on my eyes, and the smell of him as my lungs filled. He was entering me now, fucking me just as much as if he had his teen dick in my hole. And he was fucking my mind too, as I began now to dread the moment he remove his sweaty arse from my face. I was sure my dick must be leaking by now, and this was confirmed as I felt what must have been the heal of his shoe begin to push roughly on my messy crotch, pressing hard. I began to squirm. "That's it, little worm", I heard Jaime's voice come and my attention immediately went to him. "Squirm under my shoe, worm. You might as well get used to it, because that's your life now." He continued, pressing harder. My dick felt on fire with pleasure as each word and each shift of the foot sent a shudder through me. "You're gonna cum in a minute, bitch, and when that little worm starts spewing, that will be you spewing your life to me. This isn't a request, this isn't an order, it's just a fact." He continued. He was right. I was about to cum under his shoe a second time that night, and I was never going to escape how good it felt. How good it felt when he took my money, how good it felt when he controlled me, and how good it will feel to kneel and give him everything. "Now bitch," he said, as if reading my thoughts. "Cum now". And with that I came, my lungs full of his stench, his words ringing in my ears. I felt his foot lift just as my orgasm was about to peak and then felt a blinding pain from my balls. I doubled up as pain hijacked my orgasm and brought my cum spraying painfully into my pants. My gasps were muffled by Jamie's arse and I caught the sound of him laughing hard at what he'd just done to me. He lifted himself off, shoved me onto the floor. Eyes streaming, I winced and regarded his grinning face. "Get used to that too, faggot. I don't intend for you to enjoy any of this. But you'll learn to suffer." he pondered me thoughtfully for a moment. 'Now fuck off home. I'll be in touch soon to continue your training. Remember bitch, you're mine now." and with that he turned away as if I wasn't there. Stunned, I made my way out of the house with as few goodbyes as possible and got in my car. ------------------------------------------------------ For the next few days all I could think about was Jamie. If I wasn't idly picturing his athletic teenage body, his cruel grin or remembering how he smelt, I was thinking about his words. That would make my dick ooze the most, when he told me that I am his property, I am a worm under his foot. If I wanked I would barely need to touch myself before cumming, and for three days I wanked a lot. Then came a text. "Take your hands off your maggot cock and pay attention. I'm coming to visit this weekend. Collect me from the train station at 6pm. Bring your wallet, I'll want it." That was all. I quickly, and with barely a thought typed "yes Master Jamie." The message sent. My dick throbbed hard again, and my balls too as they remembered the kick they had received last time I'd seen Jamie. This time, though, that ache made me shiver as I felt his hold on me again. It was Thursday, which gave me a night to make my flat ready. I hurriedly finished work and headed to the supermarket to stock up on things I thought a teenage lad would want. I filled my trolley with various snacks, drinks, beers, cigarettes, whatever I thought Jamie might like. I didn't really know his tastes so I picked a wide selection. I went by the men's toiletries section to pick up shower gel, but ended up buying him some expensive aftershave too. I had to adjust myself as the anticipation of giving this to him made me feel good. I checked out feeling a thrill in my body, even as I saw the price. More than I'd spend in a month for myself, but it felt worth it. This kid was so firmly in my head that he was controlling my mood for his pleasure even when he wasn't there. I arrived home, packed everything away, and began cleaning the place. I put my best linen on the bed, scrubbed the bathroom, made the living spaces and kitchen clean and tidy, organised the fridge so that he could easily see and choose what he wanted. Finally, exhausted but not wanting to spoil the bed, I climbed onto the sofa and slept. Work the next day was torture, and I hid myself in my office as much as possible, certain that my excitement and frustration was evident. My dick just kept on oozing until I could smell it coming from my damp crotch. I longed to cum, but I remembered Jamie's text. "Take your hands off your maggot cock.." It wasn't until I'd awoken the next morning that I realised I hadn't touched it once since the message. I resolved not to touch it again until Jamie gave me permission. It belonged to him now. Five fifteen finally arrived and I ducked out early to go and meet Jamie. The traffic wasn't yet too bad and I made it to the station with ten minutes to spare. I went inside and checked the timetable. Jamie's train was on time and would pull into the nearest platform. I found a seat on the platform and waited. The minutes ticked by as my crotch swelled. I adjusted myself as best as I could to hide my erection, and leant with my elbows on my knees. Finally the train pulled in. The doors opened. The glass of one door caught the sunlight as a familiar figure stepped down, briefly haloing him. He looked around and quickly found me as I stood and approached. At a ten foot distance he glanced down at my crotch, then back at my face, grinning and winking as if to say "I know exactly what I'm doing to you right now." He was wearing a grey hoody and sweat pants that, despite their bagginess, seemed to highlight every firm contour of his body. It hugged his shoulders, pecs, biceps, ass, but hung to leave mystery elsewhere. There was also the outline of a thick cock, right at the height of my face, so casually masculine. I licked my lips, which Jamie must have noticed because when he approached and leant to speak in my ear he said, "Why don't you kneel down and kiss it." I knew it wasn't a question, so I thought fast. Kneeling down to pretend to tie my shoe I lent in. "Both knees", said Jamie, smirking down at me. I put my other knee on the ground and lent forward, torn between wanting this to be over quickly and wanting it to go on forever, but before I could make contact he stepped back, and I toppled forward onto the platform floor. "Don't worry," said Jamie to the people who had heard me fall and had looked around, "my uncle's just a clumsy twat, nothing to worry about." He grabbed my suit sleeve and hoisted me up, laughing close to my ear. "Dozy cunt, aren't you, thinking I'd make it that easy for you to get near my cock." I felt so humiliated as i caught the glances of the casual observes as I exited the station guided by this hot teenage lad, my own nephew, but it was soon over as we stepped into the early evening light. The smooth air felt suddenly cold on my sweat slick skin. Jamie let me go so that he could pull out a cigarette and light it. He stood in front of me, scrutinising me. "Well, cunt." He said, before taking a drag of his cigarette and exhaling into my face. I instinctively sucked in his breath, warm from his body. "I'm glad to see you're obedient so far, but this is the easy part. This is what I'm going to do to you, uncle faggot. I'm going to take every ounce of dignity you ever thought you had. I'm going to fuck your life up so hard that you won't even remember your name." I was shocked by the casual way in which he said this, but my trousers tented, and I did nothing to hide it, ignoring the passers by, fixated on Jamie as he told me my future. "And you," he continued, "are going to beg me, and you are going to thank me." He stepped closer, almost as if he were approaching to kiss me. There was a tenderness in his movement, a seduction. "Right, cunt?" he said, suddenly and firmly grabbing my balls through my trousers. They throbbed in his grip as he squeezed. "Yes Master", I whimpered and he grinned that fucking grin, feeling me shaking in his hand, clearly relishing this moment of complete power over me. Then, just as quickly he stood back, releasing me. As if nothing had happened he declared, "Right, I'm starving. Take me some where to eat!" and with that marched towards the high street, with me scurrying mouse like behind. -------------------------------------------- Thanks for reading. Feedback always welcome on bisub401@gmail.com