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The rest of that day and night consumed my mind. The guilt and the shame was eating me up inside, and I couldn't shake the awful feeling that it was my fault. That I deserved what I got. As I walked into the hardware store to make a copy of my house key, it felt like everyone knew what I had done. I thought I could sense them all staring and talking about me.
When I got home I went to my room and stayed there for the rest of the day. I would cry myself into a restless, tormented sleep, then wake up and cry some more. I was able to keep it together fairly well at dinner with my mom and stepdad, but I barely ate anything.
The next day I ate my cereal with milk I bought at the grocery store, and I noticed something was off. I tried to tell myself that it was due to the different brand of milk, but deep down I knew what it was lacking. After everyone left for work, I taped the key to the front door and left for the day. I didn't have anywhere to go as it was my summer vacation, I just didn't want to be there when the milkman made his rounds. He scared me. Even scarier was that I was giving him access to my house. But the most terrifying thing of all was the thought of what he would do if I disobeyed him.
Sure enough, when I returned home a few hours later, the key was gone and two bottles of fresh milk sat on the doorstep. Just knowing that he had been there gave me the creeps and from that day on, I made it a point to be somewhere else for most of the day. A week passed and the trauma was beginning to subside. I was getting pretty good at blocking out the ugly feelings that he made me feel. I even started to believe that I was out of the woods; that he might not bother me anymore. The only problem was that my morning tradition of milk and cereal. It just wasn't the same, and it was affecting my mind. Every morning I was becoming increasingly more agitated, and I noticed my mind getting dull and listless, as if in a fog. I ignored the problem for as long as I could. I told myself I had come down with something, that it would clear up on its own.
But it didn't clear up. It continued to get worse until I felt legitimately sick, and I had to admit to myself that only one person could help me. So the next day, I stayed at the house and waited anxiously for the milkman. He arrived right on time, and not a moment too soon. When I saw the huge man step out of his truck, my fear and shame flooded back into me as if no time had passed since the brutal onslaught of his cock. Even so, I threw the door open and ran out to greet him.
"What the fuck do you want?" he said coldly.
"Uh..." I searched for the words, "I think... I think I need some more..."
"I don't give a fuck what you need," he said. He pushed me out of the way and continued up to the door step. I followed behind him, wondering why he seemed to have lost interest in me.
"Please" I said, emboldened by my desperation, "I'll suck your dick if you want."
"Get the fuck out of here, faggot," he said as he brushed past me again on the way back to his vehicle.
"Sir, I'll do anything you want," I begged. I was right behind him now. "I'll do anything, just please let me have some more of your milk."
He wheeled around and knocked me to the ground with a swipe of his heavy arm.
"You make me sick, you fucking whore," he said and he got back in the truck and drove off. I stood up with as much dignity as I could muster, and found that I had none left. The rejection stung like being snapped with a rolled up towel. I made my way inside and couldn't do anything but try to sleep.
That night at dinner, it was obvious that I was not well. Despite my protests, my mother made me a doctors appointment for the following morning, and made me promise to go. Then she gave me some medicine to help me sleep. I watched TV for about an hour before the medicine kicked in. I brushed my teeth and laid down on my bed. As I drifted off to sleep, I could hear the familiar strained voices of my mom and stepdad arguing. He must have been horny again and she wanted to sleep. Then my thoughts began to drift and the shroud of sleep fell over me.
I awoke in the dark, my heart pounding. Someone was on my bed! As a reflex I tried to roll over but his hand was on my head, keeping it down and not allowing me to turn and see my attacker. I was held down on my stomach with my face angled to the side, staring at my bedroom door. It only took a moment for me to guess who it was. I let out a little yelp, and the man clamped a moist hand over my mouth. It smelled just like the milkman's crotch, and I knew he had just had his hand down there.
"Keep quiet boy," the man said in a husky whisper. Was he crazy?? My mom and stepfather were sleeping in the next room! I had worried that he would come in during the day while I was the only one there, but I never thought he'd be this reckless! I tried to protest but all I couldn't get an audible word past his sweaty palm.
"I said shut the fuck up!" he hissed in my ear, "I feel like busting a nut tonight and you're the lucky cum dumpster. Do you understand?"
I nodded.
"Good boy. Now when I take my hand away, are you going to keep that mouth shut?"
I nodded again.
"I guess even dumbshits catch on eventually," he said, and removed his hand. "Don't move now."
He held the waistband of my pajama pants with both hands and yanked them down to my ankles. He began to fondle my butt, squeezing and rubbing. By the gentle bouncing of the bed I could tell that with his other hand he was working up a major hardon. As I lay there in a cold sweat, dreading what was coming next, I noticed the milkman's clothes in a heap on the floor. I turned my neck just barely to see him. He was kneeling on my bed wearing nothing but a white wife beater. He was intensely focused on groping my skinny little backside. He was mouthing hot, angry words that I couldn't hear and nursing his big, fleshy cock.
He produced a small bottle and squirted some on his hand. He then smeared it messily up and down the length of his veiny shaft. I put my head back down on the mattress and prayed for the strength to endure this trial.
"I'm gonna have some fun with you tonight," he said with an evil tone. A soft whimper escaped me.
He threw one leg over my body so that he was straddling me. I felt the head of his cock bump up against my timid asshole. He gripped my left buttcheek hard and applied pressure with his hips. I winced and his mushroom-shaped tip slid into me. Then with a sustained groan of pleasure, the huge man sunk his fat dick deep into me.
"Ow" I cried, "Sir, that hurts!"
"Quit your fucking whining, whore," he snapped, "you were born to take cock and that's what you're gonna do until I say I'm finished with you."
He backed out of me almost all the way, then stabbed forward again, invoking another gasp of pain from me and another groan of pleasure from the milkman. He began pumping in and out, fucking me faster and faster. I tried to keep a lid on my pitiful moaning but I couldn't. The man was ruthlessly pounding my poor little hole into submission.
"Fuck that's a nice tight asshole," he growled as he laid into me, "You like when I beat up that little butt with my big fucking cock?"
"Yes sir," I whimpered, "I like what you do to me, sir!"
"I know you do," he replied without slowing down, "You are getting exactly what you deserve."
"Yes sir," I said again. His will was overpowering and I could do nothing but agree with him and accept the punishment he chose to administer. He stopped his assault for a moment to catch his breath. His shaft was sheathed to the hilt in my sore, aching asshole. I could feel his pulse inside me.
"You deserve to be treated like a worthless slut because that is what you are," he explained to me like a stern father. "The sooner you understand that, the better."
"Yes sir, I understand," I wept, tears pouring down my face.
"You don't yet, but you will," he said, and resumed his onslaught, but slower this time. I moaned like a bitch as he explored the depths of my bowels with a self-righteous sense of entitlement.
Suddenly, my bedroom door opened and my stepfather stumbled in. My assumption that he was asleep was wrong. Apparently he had been at the bar drinking, and now he was home.
"What the fuck is going on in here," he slurred. Then he realized what was happening and fell silent.
I was mortified beyond belief and wanted to run away more than anything. But I couldn't move because the man on top of me was still plowing through my backside. He wasn't embarrassed at all; in fact, he seemed to be quite pleased with himself. He grunted louder and smacked my ass, really showing my stepfather what a whore I was.
"Mark," I begged as I lay helpless on the bed, "please help me."
He stared at me as if I was speaking a different language.
"Please Mark," I wailed, "he's hurting me!"
The milkman leaned over and I felt his weight crushing down on top of me. He put his arm around my neck in a choke hold and brought my ear up to his face.
"I love hearing you beg for your daddy's help," he said through clenched teeth. He was grinding his hips into me as he spoke. "No one is gonna save you. You're my slut now. But I do love hearing a young boy begging for mercy."
I was a wreck by this point. All I could do was plead over and over again, "please Mark, please help me."
Finally, Mark spoke.
"That's my stepson," he said, as if in a trance.
"He's my fuck doll now," grinned the milkman. "Try him out if you'd like."
"I couldn't..." Mark said, taking a step closer, "he's my wife's son."
"Trust me, he's dying to suck the jizz right out of your cock," the milkman said, "aren't you, boy?"
He gave me a hard slap on the ass. "Yes please," I responded, though it was obvious I didn't mean it.
"See?" said the man plowing my ass, "he knows his only purpose is as a cock receptacle. This is what he was built to do."
Mark considered this for a moment and I was horrified by this new development. He couldn't possibly want to fuck his own stepson, could he? That would just be sick and wrong! He stepped closer to the bed and the tension was killing me. I almost forgot about the big dick that was excavating my ass. I looked up at Mark, the desperation clearly showing. He looked down at me and I knew that his decision was made.
"You've had this coming for a long time," said Mark, and he unzipped his pants. He pulled out his limp 6 inch dick and dangled it in front of my face.
"Open up for daddy," he said.
"You're not my daddy," I shot back at him defiantly.
The man behind me seized me by the hair and yanked my head back hard. I yelped.
"You do as you're fucking told!"
And so, with the milkman still holding my skull firmly behind me, I opened my mouth and accepted my stepfather's organ. He stunk of beer, cigarettes, and dried sweat.
"Now suck it," Mark said, and I wrapped my lips around his soft, warm piece of meat and began bobbing my head forward and back.
"Oh, fuck that feels good," Mark groaned as I worked him to erection, "you suck cock better than your fucking mom."
Once Mark's cock was hard, I surprised myself by putting my hand on his shaft and stroking it as I sucked on the end, and he seemed to really enjoy it. For some reason, I felt the need to please him; to make it good for him. I realized that my initial defiance had been mostly feigned, that I was testing the limits of his authority the same way a child does. He only had to flex the muscles of his control and I submitted to him.
"Mmm, good boy," Mark said lovingly. He was running his hands through my hair like he was petting a dog. "I love how obedient you've become."
"They learn fast with me," boasted the 300 pound juggernaut invading my asshole. He was going slowly now, as he had been fucking me for a while now and was very close to blowing his load.
"You taught him well," Mark replied, "he really knows how to please a man."
The milkman pulled his thick, pulsating tool out of me. It had been in there for so long that my body had accustomed itself to the volume of his cock. When it was gone, it left a cavernous empty feeling. I actually wanted to be penetrated again.
"You wanna have a go at his boy cunt?" he asked Mark.
"Fuck yeah," he said greedily, and the men switched places. Mark set up behind me, grabbed my hips and pulled me up onto my hands and knees. He started by delivering a few smacks to my already tenderized ass, and was delighted to get a cry of pain from me each time. Meanwhile, the milkman sat on the bed in front of me, leaned back against the headboard, and spread his legs, presenting his huge dick to me. It pointed at me like a cocked gun.
"It's not gonna suck itself," he said irritably, "get down on that cock."
"But it was just in my butt," I protested meekly.
Impatiently, he shoved my head down into his lap, impaling my face on his long meat stick. It tasted terrible, but I couldn't spit it out with the milkman holding my head down. Behind me, Mark was done swatting my rear end and sunk his cock into me balls-deep. It wasn't as long or as wide as the milkman's but it filled me up quite nicely.
"Who's your daddy now?" he demanded as he hate-fucked me, "Huh? Who's your big daddy now, bitch?"
The milkman pulled my mouth off his cock long enough for me to gasp, "you're my daddy!", then he plunged my head back down to finish my job. Mark was drilling me hard, his sperm-filled balls slapping against me and with every thrust shoving me face deeper into the milkman's crotch. He fucked me hard and fast with all his pent-up anger and sexual frustration, and it was only a couple of minutes before he was ready to nut.
He pulled out of my ass and stood up, already past the point of no return.
"Oh fuck," he groaned, pulling me off the milkman's cock by the arm, "get over here and take this big fucking load."
As soon as I sat up, his cock began to erupt thick, pasty cum. The first shot left a white line across my face, stretching from my chin up to my forehead and into my hair. After that he placed the head of his dick on my lower lip and fired the rest of his jizz straight into my mouth. Mark's semen tasted different than the milkman's, but equally as vile and equally as wonderful. After he had finished emptying his balls, he continued to stand over me, quivering and shaking like an epileptic from the earth-shattering orgasm he just had. He ran his fist down the length of his shaft a few times, coaxing the last drops of cum out of him, and already I felt better than I had in days. Not only did I receive a generous helping of the manly fluid I had been craving (with another on the way), but I had been able to please Mark. The idea that I had been able to satisfy his needs got me hot.
I looked up at my daddy and gave him a big, sloppy grin.
"Thank you, Daddy," I said bashfully.
"I think you and I are going to be spending a lot more time together from now on," he said to me.
The milkman stood up on the bed on the other side of me, ready to blow his wad. He'd restrained himself for long enough and now he was about ready to explode.
"Show me what a good cumslut does when a man's about to shoot his load," he ordered.
I opened my mouth wide and stuck my tongue out for him.
"Good little teenager," he said as he beat off, "I'm glad to see you've learned your role."
I didn't move. I just sat there with my face pointed up to him and my mouth gaping open, patiently awaiting my reward after all that painful ass fucking. I didn't have to wait long. It began with his animalistic roar, which he was able to keep down to a loud growl. The cum began cascading out of his cock like a fountain, and I drunk from it deeply. It pooled in my eagerly waiting mouth, and I swirled the creamy masculine fluid around with my tongue.
"I'm fucking shooting Elmer's glue today," the milkman said breathlessly, as the last pasty globs fell from his cockhead.
"He loves it," said Mark, still gently touching himself. I nodded my head and gargled the two mens' genetic material.
"Don't play with your fucking food," the milkman said, "swallow it like a good whore."
I gulped down the cum hungrily and smacked my lips when it was all gone.
"Right down the fucking hatch," said the milkman, and he put his cock back in my mouth. I sucked on it as it began to soften, and Mark left to use the bathroom. Then, completely unexpectedly, his dick began squirting something in my mouth again! For a split second I thought it was cum, then I realized the man was urinating! I fell backwards, hacking and coughing. The milkman casually continued pissing on me, soaking my body but focusing mainly on my hair and face.
"Don't you fucking forget who you belong to, bitch," he said, "just because your stepdad fucks you doesn't change shit. You are my property, do you hear me?"
"Yes sir," I whimpered, "I belong to you! I'm yours!"
"Dumb slut," he commented to himself as he shook off. Then he put his clothes on and left without saying another word, leaving me and my bedsheets a rank, stinking mess. He had humiliated me again, but he had taught me a valuable lesson which I never forgot.