Jimmy

This story contains sexual exchanges and activities, mostly semi-nc/reluctant and a lot of it incestuous, between adults and an under-aged teenager or between teenagers, involving elements of punishment/torture, bondage, domination/submission, humiliation, exhibitionism, and lots of hard hot sex with multiple partners. If you can't bear to read such stuff or if it's illegal for you to do so, please stop reading right here. Otherwise, enjoy!

This story is about 14-year-old Jimmy who lives alone with his step-father Harry, a big, bearish, boy-loving bisexual in his 40's. For some reason, Jimmy seems to bring out the worst in his old man, and as time goes on, Harry finds more and more perverted ways in which to use and abuse his step-son, even bringing in his other boy-loving friends, Jimmy's own school-mates and teachers, the school janitor, and pretty much anyone else he can think of into the picture. Unlike my other stories, this one is told from the points-of-view of both Jimmy and Harry.

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Jimmy - Part 4: Weekend Treat (1)

by Casey

Hitting the shower was a relief. I was so exhausted that I could only sit down on the bathroom floor as the hot water ran over my soiled body. But I knew that my daily ordeal was far from over. As usual, after shower I'd have to wait for my step-father in his bed, naked and ready to be used. A memory flashed before me of that time when I'd caught the sight of Harry fucking my mother on the same bed with the door open. He'd looked so huge and hairy, like a bear looming over the smaller form of my mother. She had moaned and squealed like a skewered pig. A very happy, skewered pig. I'd quietly wondered how it'd have felt to be in her place.

I fingered my loose, sore hole and decided that I'd clean myself inside as well. I took the hose I normally used and connected it to the tap. After making sure I had a good mix of hot and cold water, I shoved the other end of the hose up my ass. The thing went easily into me, and I was immediately filled with the sensation of pleasantly warm water flooding my guts. Living with Harry had turned me into a completely sexual creature and I began to enjoy the feeling as the hose 'fucked' me and filled me with its warm, copious 'piss'. Oh yes, 'piss-enemas' was nothing new to me by then. Despite everything, my teenage cock began to stir.

I focused my mind on other things and continued with the rest of my preparations more quickly. I used the warm water twice more to clean my insides, rinsed myself under the shower, dried myself with a towel and then brushed my teeth. If I thought about it, I couldn't help knowing how pointless it all was. Here I was, all clean and fresh, only so that Harry could come up and defile me some more. But I knew that to disobey him would only make things ten times worse. After I was done in the bathroom, I went to the small table beside the bed and took out the tube of lube from the small drawer. I squeezed some onto my palm and then worked it into my freshly cleaned hole. It was all part of my nightly routine, whether my step-dad eventually came for me or not.

Once finished, I climbed onto the bed, slipped my naked figure under the blankets and waited patiently for my 'husband'. I was more than ready to fall asleep. In fact, I was quietly nodding off when Harry finally came into the room. He didn't come to the bed straightaway but proceeded to the bathroom where I could clearly hear the sounds as he farted and relieved himself. He emerged from the bathroom about ten minutes later with his boxers dangling in one hand, scratching idly at his hairy, medium beer- gut as he regarded my sleepy form. He smiled lecherously as he climbed up onto the bed, making it creak slightly under his heavy weight. His hefty, hardening cock swayed menacingly under his naked belly.

As he crouched hugely over me, his unwashed odor once again filling my lungs with his overpowering musk, he brought one hand up to stroke my hair gently. "Look at you, all washed up and waiting for Daddy's cock, like an obedient little cunt. Do you want Daddy's cock? Huh? Do you want Daddy's cock inside you again? Tell me, boy."

I looked up into his eyes and tried to hide my defiance as I said, "Yes Daddy, I want your cock inside me. Please fuck me, Daddy."

My step-dad paused. "Well, I'm sort of tired. Maybe tomorrow."

"No Daddy," I cut in quickly. "I need your cock now, Daddy. Please shove your cock into me and breed me like the fucktoy that I am, Sir!"

It was our almost nightly game. He found it amusing to make me beg for his cock, to pretend to be tired or uninterested as I desperately offered myself to him like a whore. The first few times, when I hadn't understood what I was supposed to do, I had paid for it by begging all of the members of the soccer team to suck their cocks. By that time, Bobby was firmly in cahoots with my step-dad. He was Harry's eyes and ears, and he'd started to report everything I did or didn't do at school to my step-dad. I had no choice but to beg them all, even shocked, straight Danny who was then my best friend. It was either that or risk an even worse punishment.

"Well, all right, if you insist," Harry sighed. "But I'm only doing this as a favor, boy, because you asked me very nicely."

"Thank you, Daddy!" I said as earnestly as I could manage. "Daddy's so kind, your little cuntboy owes you one, Daddy."

"Damn right he does," Harry growled as he yanked the blankets off of me. Then he positioned himself between my thighs, nudging my legs apart roughly with his knees as he lifted my hips level with his crotch. Within seconds he'd driven his rod deep into me, his shaft sinking smoothly into my lubed and well-used hole. He shifted forward a little more and then sat back on his heels with his tool buried almost completely in me. My legs were splayed on either side of his thick body as his hands held my hips and butt off the bed by my slim waist. Then, with a wicked grin at me, he began to move his hips and drill his cock repeatedly into my boypussy.

I hadn't realized that he'd crowded me towards the wall until my head began to bang against the headboard. I brought my hands up and pressed them against the wood to try to protect my head but all I managed to do was soften some of the blows. Pretty soon even that no longer worked as my step-father's constant movement against me inexorably pushed me ever upward on the bed. Within a few minutes, I was being fucked with my head bent to one side and my temple and cheek pressing and smacking noisily against the wooden panel.

Harry didn't care a whit about my discomfort. He looked as if he'd be more than happy to fuck me right through the wood. In fact, at one point he pulled my head by the hair to one side so that my other temple and cheek would take the pounding instead. The constant knocking banished all sleepiness from me but despite the pain, the merciless treatment and the incessant rubbing of his cock on my over-stimulated prostate were having the usual effects. My tired boyclit slowly began to stiffen and I began to moan lustily at every jab of his big Daddy cock.

We came together about ten minutes later, me shooting a meagre four spurts of clearish white cum onto my boy-belly and Harry unloading what felt like an undiminished quantity of manseed deep inside me. My cock felt so sore that I almost expected it to burst. Harry slid me down the bed and collapsed on top of me, his heavy body pressing my small form right into the mattress. As I struggled to breathe, Harry propped himself up on one elbow and began to lick my face like a dog would lick its puppy. Then he moved his head lower and began to kiss and lick at my nipples. I whimpered as his teeth captured my tits and began to pull savagely on them.

Harry still had my legs splayed apart under him and I realized that his cock was still inside me. It seemed to have softened a little but was still thick enough to fit very snugly in my boyhole. As he continued teasing and biting my nipples, my step-dad brought a hand between my legs and inserted a finger in my pussy, right alongside his firmly lodged cock. I could feel the elastic band of my sphincters giving way to accommodate the additional intrusion. He followed this up with another and another finger until all four fingers on his hand were stuck up my boycunt, right under the pulsing belly of his own shaft. I moaned long and low at the feeling of fullness.

"Feel that, boy?" Harry said to me, startling my eyes open. He was speaking so close to my face that he was practically breathing into my open mouth. "Remember what I promised you? Soon you will be able to take both my cock and my fist in your cunt at the same time. Soon we would've worked that once-tight fuckhole wide enough that I'd be able to jack myself off inside you. How'd you like that, huh, slut? You'd have the largest twat ever seen on a boy. You'd be famous! All boy-lovers all over the country would be queuing up just to get a look at it."

I helplessly responded to this pronouncement with another long moan. As usual, Harry's words put pictures in my warped head, images of big hung men queueing from the foot of the bed and down the stairs and even outside of the front door and stroking their cocks as they waited for their turns. "Oh yeah," my step-father said as he began to fuck me with both his cock and his hand. "When I'm done, there's gonna be nothing left of you but one great big hole for people to dump their cum and piss into. You're gonna be a useless piece of worn-out meat, a piece of trash for the rest of your life, enjoyed only by perverts who like to fuck boys with their feet or some other huge part of their body. By then I would already have another boy with a sweet tight pussy to break in, so it wouldn't really matter to me, except for the money that you'd be bringing in."

Over the next hour or so, Harry fucked me in all sorts of positions. Sometimes he'd have my feet on his shoulders as he pounded into me, other times I found myself kneeling on the bed with my knees wide apart and my face pressed into the pillows as he ploughed me. I came yet again while we were lying on our sides, one of my legs lifted up into the air as he fucked me from behind. My balls had nothing left so it was a painful dry orgasm. It was quite a while yet after that before my step-dad finally came again. I think I dozed off the moment the bed stopped rocking.

I threw open the curtains and slapped Jimmy's half-exposed buttocks. Bright morning sun flooded into the room.

"Morning, boy," I greeted him cheerfully as his eyes fluttered open. His expression did not change when he saw me. The fact that I could not tell what he was thinking irked me a bit, but I shrugged it off as I had resolved to make this an enjoyable day, at least for me. I simply kept smiling down at him until he averted his gaze.

"I just love weekends, don't you?" I said buoyantly. "It means I'll get to have you all day!". His seeming indifference made me want to get under his skin as quickly as possible. He was supposed to be all cringing and horrified at the thought of being used by me all day long. Not this unresponsive lump of boymeat.

"Come on, boy," I yanked the rest of the covers off him, exposing his nakedness to the room. He looked delicious. Despite the previous night's exertions, my cock twitched. I lowered the tone of my voice dangerously. "Let's go."

Something flashed in his eyes. Was that a flicker of hatred I saw? I grinned and scratched at my exposed balls, letting the scrawny kid take his fill of what he'd have to contend with for the rest of the day. I saw his eyes following the movement of my hand and resting for a couple seconds on the sizable piece of sausage hanging between my legs. I knew he could never resist stealing a look at my cock, no matter how much his face showed his spite. I waited for him to get up.

He did, too slowly for my liking, but I let it go for now. I had a lot planned for the day and Jimmy would be totally involved soon enough. As he got to a sitting position, I saw him stiffen. Ahh, he must have just learned about the buttplug. I had inserted it into him last night, careful not to wake him up. Not that I cared about his comfort or about him getting enough sleep. I just loved to spring these nasty little suprises on the boy. The plug had slipped fairly easily into his cunt, loose and sloppy as it was. And it wasn't a small one, either. He had moaned a bit, but made no other response, probably dreaming that I was inserting my cock into him again. The slut.

"Keep it in," I told him in no uncertain terms. "Wash up and come to the kitchen. I expect you to be there in not more than ten minutes. Starting from now." As I turned away I noticed the stains on the bed; beautiful signs of our latest lovemaking. It gave me a rush to know that those were my dried up semen in the bed that I now shared with my son. Mine and his, forcefully ejected out of him when I jammed my babymaker into him. And there was more still in him, coating his insides and prevented from spilling out by the buttplug. My cock twitched again.

Jimmy was in the kitchen before I even remembered to check the clock on the wall. Well, at least he still remembered the sort of punishment he would get for disobeying a direct order like that. He stood there stupidly before the counter, naked and looking deliciously naive with water still dripping down his wet hair.

I smiled at him as I swung the sizzling pan over. "Today we're having bacon and sausage," I announced cheerily to him. I slipped the two sausages and the strips of bacon from the pan onto a plate and handed the latter to him. "Now go and take this over to the living room, but don't eat yet ok, you don't wanna start without me!" As Jimmy turned without question, I added. "Oh yeah, and put the videocam on playback for me, will ya?" I grinned to myself as I saw the base of the black plug peeping out from between his waggling asscheeks.

I pretended to be busy in the kitchen until I could hear the sounds from the tv. I smiled, wiped the grease off my hands and strolled over to the living room. The boy was standing by the long couch, his plate deposited on the coffee table. He was trying hard to look anywhere but at the television.

Of course, I didn't need to tell him that I had earlier inserted one of our very own home-made tapes into the videocam. It was another of those home movies that me and Sam thought up and made together; man, that guy's twisted. A sort of seedy music was playing in the background, and there was Jimmy, standing straight and facing the camera, clad only in his bikini briefs. Behind him stood a tall heavyset man, quite naked and with a raging hard on that looked horrifyingly large beside the boy's frail pale body. That'd be me, of course, but you couldn't see my face, as it had been masked out and showed up only as a sort of fuzzy circle. That'd be Sam's handiwork, as well. He's pretty good at this editing stuff, too.

The Jimmy in the room may have been trying to feign disinterest, but the Jimmy in the video certainly wasn't. Probably because we had both threatened to beat him up bad if he didn't do exactly what he was told. Before long, that Jimmy had started to gyrate, his shoulders rolling up and down to some sleazy music. His hands soon began to rub all over his body, massaging his lean abdomen and chest and finally playing with his nipples. He twisted and pulled at those small pink nubs as if he really meant it, rather surprising considering he was supposed to be doing it under duress. And he was mouthing 'Oohs' and 'Aahs', too, even as his body jiggled around. It looked pretty authentic to me. Didn't I tell you he was a real slut?

I paused on the doorway to enjoy the sight of the cunt squirming by the sofa trying hard not to look at the television, as if trying to deny that he had anything to do with any of that stuff. I knew why it bothered him so much to watch it. It wasn't just because of the humiliation of seeing himself behave so sluttily, or the despair at witnessing the procession of depraved acts that he allowed himself to do at my bidding. It bothered him so much because it turned him on, which really was the ultimate confirmation that he liked to be treated that way. Even as he squirmed, I saw that his little cock was already stirring with excitement. Fuck, I could be a fucking shrink, the way I could easily understand my step-son's deepest desires and emotions.

The Jimmy in the video had stopped dancing and had gone closer to the big stud (me), positioning his backside in front of my big, rock hard cock (with his body slightly sideways to the camera) while looking up archly over his shoulder at me. One slim teenage hand reached behind him for my cock, grabbing the base (his small hand barely had a grip on it) and gently pulling it to one side until the angry head was pointing right at his hole although not quite touching it. Jimmy, already on tiptoes, then began to rock his hips forward and backward, miming a fucking motion although my cock remained outside of his warm velvetty hole. With his face once more looking straight at the camera and his eyes brimming with wanton lust, a sight that would surely tug at the heartstrings (or cockstrings, rather!) of anyone who saw it, Jimmy began to moan very flirtatiously.

"Fuck me, Daddy. Oh god please fuck me Daddy. Fuck me and fill my boypussy with your mancum."

It was rather good, and I'm fairly proud of myself for having trained him to do that look and to say those words just right, just the way I wanted. It took a while for him to truly nail it and most people might have given up halfway, but I always got what I wanted even if it took hours (in this case, four) and a lifetime's worth of spankings. By the time he got it right, Jimmy was bawling like a baby and even my shoulder was beginning to tire from swinging the paddle, the belt, and my bare hand.

I glanced over at the boy to enjoy the bright crimson of shame on his face.

Jimmy was almost fully hard now and I strode into the room, passing between him and the tv (during which he managed to steal a glance at my fully-engorged mancock!) before plopping myself down on the sofa. "Sit down, boy." I told him. He sidled in between the sofa and the table and sat down slowly beside me, not quite letting his body touch mine. I saw him twitch slightly as the buttplug in him nestled deeper due to how the leather gave way under his weight. He was still trying his best not to look at the tv.

Unknown to the boy, earlier in the kitchen I'd turned up the heater and done some light exercises, just to get a healthy sweat going. It was important for Jimmy that he tasted me in all of his daily meals, and as they say, breakfast is the most important meal of the day!

"Okay, let's get some breakfast into you, boy. Now get a hold of that bacon," I told him. To my annoyance, he looked at me inquiringly. "What? Use your hand, bitch."

Jimmy grabbed hesitantly at one corner of a strip of the warm meat.

"You might wanna hold it more properly as you're gonna have to pick it up."

My step-son paused and then slipped his hand under the bacon before lifting it up. Then he looked at me uncertainly.

"Good," I said. "Now wrap the bacon around my cock and rub it up and down like you're jacking me off. You might wanna kneel here between my legs so it'd be easier."

For a second, Jimmy froze, but then I saw the resignation in his eyes. He pushed himself off the sofa and knelt before me as I spread my legs wide to make room for his naked body. He looked so fragile and fair, a cute little angel between my thick, tanned, hairy thighs. He brought his hand to my waiting cock, positioning the piece of bacon under my shaft. He had to use both hands to make it wrap all the way around. The warm bacon felt pleasant as Jimmy began to rub it up and down my dong.

"Yeah, work that meat on my cock, boy." Grease began to coat my tool, making it start to glisten.

After a few minutes, I put one hand on the boy's wrist to make him stop. "Now take the meat and slather it all over my balls, boy. Make sure you get all of my sweat."

Jimmy cupped my balls with his hand and massaged the bacon around them. There was no doubt that a lot of my smelly manly sweat was getting onto that piece of meat. "More, boy," I urged him. "Get all of that grime between my balls and my thighs. I want that bacon to smell of me and only me." By now, Jimmy was looking at the piece of meat in his hand as if it was a rattlesnake.

"Good. Now stick it in my asscrack and rub it hard in there. Make sure you get all of that filthy sweat on your meal."

The boy obeyed, the mixture of horror and surrender on his face a joy to behold. I let him do his job for a few more minutes.

"Ok, boy. You can eat it now," I told him. "Do it slowly, one nibble at a time."

The strip of bacon looked more like a stained rag than food, but Jimmy brought it to his lips, anyway. He looked like he was about to be sick. The meat smelled very strongly of my bodily excretions. It was the only proper kind of food for a slaveboy like him. His body was merely a dump for my wastes. It didn't deserve normal food. Whatever he ate, it must first be mixed or coated with my manly essences before consumption so that he'd never forget his place in the scheme of things.

I made the little fuck rub his second strip of bacon on my balls and in my crack and then in my sweaty armpits before devouring it. I watched delightedly as he gagged and almost threw up several times. He hadn't seemed to have much problem whenever I told him to clean my crack or armpits with his tongue prior to this, but I guess bacon and mansweat was almost too strong a mixture even for the cockhungry cunt. After that, I made him eat the sausages, but not before rubbing the ends firmly into my sweaty and greasy asscrack before taking each bite. I told him to make sure that he twisted the sausages around whenever he got near my asshole so that they gathered all the tasty seasoning from the rim of my not-so-clean anus. He should thank his lucky starts that he was getting such delicacies for breakfast. Most other boys never got to taste their old man's ass in their food.

When he'd finished both bacons and sausages, I told him to lick the grease clean from his fingers, my armpits, my balls and my cock. After all, good enough lube as it might've been, grease would probably be not very good for his insides when I fucked him later.

By the time he'd cleaned me up, the Jimmy in the video was lying on his back, his legs up in the air, and fucking himself with a long cream-colored dildo. He was running his tongue on his lips and moaning seductively towards the camera. "Please come and fuck me, Daddy," he was saying. "This rubber cock feels so good but I want a real cock so bad. Nothing feels as good as a real man's cock, Daddy." The video was about halfway through, although it didn't really matter as I had it on auto-repeat. I beckoned at Jimmy to rise.

"Turn around," I told him. When he did, I grabbed the base of the buttplug and yanked it brutally out of his ass, making him grunt sharply. I watched with fascination as his gaping asslips pulsed once and then twice before puckering up.

"Back up and sit down on your special seat, boy," I ordered him. Jimmy knew what I meant so he shifted backward and then started to slowly lower himself onto my cock. I let him ease himself down until my cockhead was completely inside him, and then grabbed his hips and jerked him down hard onto my lap. The fuckwad threw his head back against my shoulder and howled. I marvelled at how pretty he looked even while, or maybe especially while, screaming in pain. The screams subsided into small mewling noises as his insides began to adapt to the intrusion. It's had a great deal of practise so it took a much shorter time to do so nowadays.

"Please fuck this little cockslut, Daddy," the Jimmy in the tv was saying. "I must have cock. I need to be filled with cocks all the time. Please ask all your friends to come and fuck me, too. I need to be used like a whore, Daddy." I've noticed that fucktoys like little Jimmy just couldn't bear seeing themselves performing lewd acts or being used. The idea that their deepest shame had been recorded and could be shown to just anyone over and over again was a source of both great humiliation and unbearable excitement. I used this to my advantage all the time. Of course, I had yet to disclose to the boy just how many people had already received emails containing various clips from our home videos!

I began to move him up and down my cock, and after a few moments of twitching around the boy's delicate body sagged weakly against me. I think he was getting close to zoning out on me. Constantly getting fucked over several days sometimes did that to him. Well, he wasn't gonna get off that easy.

"You feel that, boy?" I asked him. "That's contentment you're feeling. That's happiness. You're content with your life because you're doing what you've always been destined to be doing. You're being used as a fucktoy, a mindless sex object. And deep inside you, you know that's what you'll always be."

Suddenly the doorbell rang. Jimmy stiffened for a moment and then scrambled his way off my lap. Or tried to, anyway, until I grabbed him with both hands on either side of his slim waist, jerked him back down and held him there, squirming but not going anywhere soon. For a few seconds he struggled against my grip, pushing away at my thighs and hands as if he didn't quite grasp the situation. I let him at it until he ceased all by himself, finally seeming to understand that he was supposed to stay put. I certainly wasn't surprised that we had a visitor (or visitors, rather), given that it was I who a few days earlier had arranged for them to drop by this morning. Seeing the boy's reaction was worth it in itself, but more was yet to come, and I had no doubt that I was in for a very enjoyable day.

Jimmy's head twisted around to look up at me, his doe-like eyes wide and almost in tears, sweet lips parted and panting from his ineffectual struggles. I smiled down at him, fully enjoying his panic.

"Daddy, please," he whimpered. "I.. they'd see me like this!"

I pretended to think about it for a moment. "Yeah, they probably would," I agreed with him.

"Come on in!", I shouted out loud. "Door's not locked!"

Jimmy began to struggle again but my iron grip didn't budge an inch. "It's really not very polite to be flailing about in front of guests, don't you think, slut?". I tightened my grip and jerked him real hard onto my cock, burying my tool back into him to the roots. It drove the breath from the boy.

As Jimmy's toes curled up at the sensation of my cock probing deep inside him, the front door opened and two fairly hunky guys came in, one black and one white, followed by my old friend and fellow boylover Sam himself. The two strangers were clad in t-shirts and jeans, and looked fairly impressive, with thick upper arms straining to tear at their short sleeves and well-built thighs bulging in worn denims. And they both sported sizeable baskets between their legs. Sam was of course in his usual leather biker gear. I grinned as I saw the two new guys stop dead in their tracks and did double-takes. Their eyes moved slowly between Jimmy and the tv and then back to me and the boy. Sam just peered past their shoulders and grinned back at me. I glanced at the little fuckslut on my lap and saw that the boy's eyes had opened again and were staring straight at the men, his face stricken. Fear and shame made his cheeks burn a bright red, making him look even cuter. He was so shocked that he wasn't even struggling anymore.

"Hey there Harry, what up?" Sam greeted me casually. "These are the friends from the construction site I told you about. This one here's Rob and that black motherfucker's called Virgil."

I nodded pleasantly towards each of them. "Sorry guys, I would stand up and shake your hands, but I'm kinda like busy jerking myself off," I apologized.

The two guys looked at me blankly.

I raised an eyebrow. "What, oh this?" I said, indicating Jimmy. "Well some people like to use their hands. I prefer to use a life-size toy. Feels like a real pussy, too."

I watched them as Sam's friends digested this. It was so hot to be introducing my slut of a boy as nothing more than a jerk-off toy for me. I was laying it out early on that I didn't treat Jimmy as a human being, and that I didn't want them to treat Jimmy as one either. I wanted them to see a fucktoy, a sweet set of holes to be used and plundered as they saw fit, a mere tool for them to satisfy their sexual needs. Despite his predicament, I felt Jimmy's slutty hole twitch around my cock. It was a sign I knew well - the boy was starting to get turned on by all of these. The boy was getting off on my introducing him as a male fucktoy to complete strangers! I mean, only true cockslave sluts would actually get hard just by getting introduced to other men as what they are, right? I glanced down and saw that the boy's cock was indeed stiffening, and then I saw the two men noticing it, too. That'd disperse any doubts they might've had.

Sam came forward. "Not a problem, man. Don't let us interrupt you. You don't mind if we got ourselves a little bit more comfortable, though, do you?"

"Hell no," I told him back. "Make yourselves at home, guys."

(To be continued..)