MY MARINE UNCLE PART 2
Disclaimer: This is a work of homoerotic fiction. If it offends you or you aren't permitted to view this where you live, then don't read it.
Note: Thank you to the many people who encouraged me to continue. The response was great, including some useful suggestions for where to go in the story.
The next morning I was rudely awakened by Uncle Mike who did not bother to gently awaken me the way mom did, but instead just tossed me on the floor and shouted "get up, time to go running".
I was really pretty tired. My muscles were sore from the workout yesterday; my ass was sore from the spanking; and my asshole ached from my first fucking. Additionally, I was feeling quite confused about things. I had stayed up all night trying to sort it all out. Am I a fag? Why did I get hard and cum when Uncle Mike fucked me? Do I like being spanked and humiliated? I did not have the answers, but knew one thing: Uncle Mike is in charge, and my dick gets hard if he does things to me.
I put on the running shorts thrown in my face, and met Uncle Mike in the living room.
"Just doing 3 miles today since you are a beginner" he said, then went on to say "But you better keep up if you know what's good for you".
"Yes Sir" I replied and followed him out the door. I stretched out the way he did, then I followed him down the street.
At first it was pretty easy, but then he started picking up the pace. By the beginning of the third mile I was falling behind, panting and unable to push myself further. Uncle Mike did not bother slowing down to allow me to keep up.
As a result, I got to the house about 3 minutes after he did, and was greeted by an angry looking Uncle Mike, stripped down, his muscular body covered in sweat, and holding a strap in one hand. It looked like one of those old fashioned straps the barbers have for sharpening straight razors. I shuddered, knowing that it would be used on me, not a razor.
"Strip down you fucking wimp...Can't even run 3 miles... too fucking much smoking ruined your lungs...I told you to keep up".
I stripped off my clothes and stood there, hands at my sides, immediately noting that my dick was rock hard. I don't know how to explain it: a hard dick while standing in front of a sweating gigantic hairy Marine who was verbally abusing me and about to beat my ass, but that's what happened to me.
Uncle Mike doubled the strap and began to tap the palm of his left hand in it, holding the strap in his right.
"You are going to learn a lesson boy, but first I want to show you your place" he said.
Then, he put the strap down and came over and held me: seemed like a hug at first, which I hadn't expected. Then I felt his hand lock around the back of my neck, and my face was guided in to his stinking and sweating armpit.
"Please...it stinks... don't..." I whined.
"Lick it out now boy" came his order, which he punctuated with a hard slap on my ass with his free hand.
I obeyed: tasting the salty musty pit. The hair felt weird on my tongue, but I kept doing it as directed. Soon I had licked it clean, with souvenir hairs in my teeth to prove it, and he directed me to the other pit. As my head swiveled across the center of his chest, I looked down and realized that my dick was even harder. "What the fuck?" I thought. This was not in any of my fantasies and I could not believe that I was hard. "Here I am, licking a guys pits, and hard... what is the matter with me?" I said to myself.
I buried my nose, mouth, and tongue in the next pit and cleaned it out in the same manner. By now I had multiple stinking little hairs stuck in my teeth. Then, he roughly pushed me down on my knees. I was certain he was going to make me suck cock, and opened my mouth to inhale his huge dick.
Instead, he planted my mouth on the side of his dick and made me lick out his inner thighs and pubes. All I could smell was that sweaty, musty male odor: I felt disgusted. However, my dick stayed hard, and even started to drip a bit of precum.
When I had finished, he pulled me up to face him and stared right into my eyes: "You are nothing but a fucking pussy. Whenever I wish, I will fuck you, whip you, make you eat out my pits, crotch, and ass, and you are going to love it".
As I looked at him I felt quite humiliated, but it dawned on me: I was loving it. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" I thought. "This is sick... perverted... but its all I want...like I was made to do this...like all my acting up was to find someone who would control me..."
My reverie ended as I heard Uncle Mike say "and now for your punishment. I told you to keep up, and you didn't. You are getting 50 with this strap, and you are going to stand at attention and take it".
I then did my best adolescent attempt at attention, and was corrected and put in the right position by Uncle Mike. He arranged himself about 3 feet away from my left side and behind me. Then he reared back and swung that strap.
"FUUUUUUCK" I screamed, and broke position. He had slammed that heavy leather into my right ass cheek which felt like it was on fire.
"Get back into position and count them boy. If you break position or lose count, we start again".
With that encouragement I got back into position and he again reared back and swung hard:
"SLAAAAAP" came the sound of the leather as it lit up a livid red mark just below the first mark on my right cheek.
"One Sir" I gasped out.
Then he did it again, rearing back and swinging that strap HARD landing the blow just below the last one.
"Two Sir" I said, aware that my eyes were starting to water.
Then he again swung that strap, this time catching me right between my ass cheek and thigh. I screamed "OOOOOOOOOW... Three sir". It just hurt like fuck to get hit in that spot.
Then before I could catch my breath, he struck again, on my upper thigh: that hurt even worse.
"FOUR...GOD...Please SIR" I wailed with tears flowing down my cheek.
When he finished the first 10, he had strapped me from the top of my right buttock to just above my right knee. I was screaming, pleading, but keeping count. Uncle Mike then switched to the other side, and did the same thing to the still untouched left cheek and thigh.
"Twenty Sir" I wailed as he finished the left side, I was now a total mess: sobbing, pleading, and snot running.
I don't know how I made it through the next thirty, but I did: 15 on each side delivered just as hard as the first blow. At the end of it, Uncle Mike took me behind the sofa and bent me over it and held me for a while. I could feel his massive pole jutting into me as I struggled to regain composure, and with a thrill I knew what he was going to do. Fortunately, it felt like he had lubed his dick while I was practically unconscious after the strapping.
Then, he RAMMED that 9 inches up my ass, so hard that I could hear his balls strike mine as they swung forward. "OOOOWWWW...FUUUCKK...PLEASE" I screamed. I am sure the neighbors must have heard because I was in such pain I had no control at all over the volume of my screams.
Uncle Mike then settled into a steady rhythm of fucking my ass in and out. Soon I was pressing my ass backwards against him.
"You pussy boy...you love it" said Uncle Mike.
I was totally humiliated, but knew it was true. My dick was ramming into the back of the sofa and I felt like I might cum too.
"Beg for it bitch" he said, and in a distant voice, that could only be my one I heard
"Please Sir...Please fuck my ass... Oh YEAH!........Please Sir...I want it so bad", I said (sounding like a complete fucking whore).
Uncle Mike pistoned my hole for another 10 minutes then with a shudder shot his load up my ass. At that point I realized that I had cum all over the back of the sofa.
Uncle Mike then left me, exhausted, and showered for work. He came out wearing his work clothes and holding the running shorts. These shorts weren't long sagging shorts like I would choose to wear. They were really...well...short. They were the silky kind with the built in supporter that doesn't hide much, and only extends about 2 inches past the ass cheeks. They covered way less than boxer shorts, and revealed my cock and balls with little left to the imagination.
"Follow me" he said, and led me into the garage. He hit the opener and I was standing, in these revealing shorts, gazing out at the front yard and the busy street. The kids were walking to school on the sidewalk: High Schoolers right now, but I knew that the younger kids would also walk by a little later. I also knew that my well strapped thighs with their livid raised red welts would be plainly seen by any onlooker.
Uncle Mike handed me one of those long pointy dandelion removers and led me out to the front of the house.
"I want every one of these gone by this evening or else the strapping you got this morning will have been just a warm up".
"Yes Sir" I said, and the enormity of the task began to dawn on me. This yard had more dandelions than grass. It was going to take me all day to do the job.
"Sir" I said, "May I wear a shirt and longer pants?" I asked, fearing the spectacle I would make with my welted thighs obvious below the shorts to anyone who went by.
"No you can't" he said. "It is time you learned some humility". Not only will you do it wearing just what you have on, but you will not talk back or be sarcastic to anyone who makes a comment, and if anyone asks you, tell them what happened and why you got this. Finally, I and some of my buddies will be driving by: I had BETTER NOT HEAR that you disobeyed me".
"Yes Sir" I said, already turning red from the embarrassment to come. It was bad enough to be getting whipped at age 18, still worse to be turning into some kind of cockhound, but now to have anyone walking by see my condition, and to have to be polite to those who commented: this was the ultimate humiliation.
Uncle Mike got in his truck and drove off to work. I grabbed my dandelion puller and went to work. It didn't take long until a couple of 15 or 16 year old guys were snickering at me from the sidewalk.
"What happened to you? Looks like you were a bad boy" they said in a jeering way. I wanted to flip them off and tell them to fuck themselves, but didn't dare. Some of Uncle Mike's friends have teenagers and for all I know these could be some of them.
"I got strapped this morning" I replied, embarrassed and looking down. To my horror, my dick was rising: while small, it was pretty obvious.
These boys roared in amusement at me, and I felt my whole face get hot.
"So what did the bad boy do to get strapped and have to do yard work" they said.
"I didn't run well enough... Didn't keep up with my Uncle".
"Sounds like your Uncle is a hard ass" said one. "What a fucking pussy: he's an adult and getting his ass strapped" said another. "I have a good mind to go strap him some more myself" said the third.
Then the first one noticed my hard on: "what a fucking pussy, he is getting hard just hearing about getting his ass strapped again...wait `til the guys at school hear about this".
Laughing, they headed off to the High school down the street.
This scene repeated itself a couple of times with other High Schoolers, then again with the Middle School kids. I was totally humiliated, but afraid to do anything about it so I tried to ignore the stares and the jeers.
At noon I was about halfway through the job and exhausted, so I went to the kitchen and got water and a sandwich. Uncle Mike hadn't told me not to eat, so I figured that would be OK. I then went back and resumed my weeding. A few minutes later Uncle Mike came by in his truck and stopped.
Uncle Mike examined by work with some satisfaction and said "Good job boy".
I actually beamed at this small compliment, then I broke into tears:
"Please Sir...let me dress for this...I was the laughing stock...I had High School and Middle School boys making fun of me...one threatened to strap me himself...this is so humiliating..."
"That's the idea boy" said Uncle Mike. "I hope you have been polite to them all".
"Yes Sir I have been".
"Good" said Uncle Mike, or I might just hang a sign around your neck that says "bad boy, please strap me".
"OOOH NOOOO...Please don't do that" I begged.
Uncle Mike developed a bemused expression and headed back to the truck, leaving me to my duties.
At 2:30 my humiliation resumed as the same boys walked home, this time with friends. The jeering continued, only with a larger audience. As ordered, I remained polite. One of the boys ordered me to bend over so he could spank me, but I drew the line at that: Uncle Mike might find out, but I would prefer a serious whipping from him to the public humiliation of being strapped by a pimply faced adolescent boy.
Finally at 5pm I finished the weeding. At 5:30 Uncle Mike arrived home and examined the job I had done. There was not a single dandelion in the yard!
"I'm impressed boy, you got the job done. I hope you also learned a little humility" he said.
"Thank you Sir...Yes I learned a lot of humility" I said earnestly.
"Now follow me" he said, and led me to his bedroom, standing just outside the Master Bedroom.
"Take off your shorts" he said, and I complied, with my little dick going hard before I could step out of them.
Uncle Mike went behind me and examined my strap marks. He ran his hand over them, and they still hurt in places: I knew I must be bruised up. I shuddered a little at the feel of his rough hand on my buttocks. He said nothing about it, but simply sat down on the bed and said "You are also going to be my butler...now take off my boots and socks".
I complied, setting them neatly on the floor.
"Now strip off my shirt and pants boy". I did the same thing with his sweaty workshirt and dirty jeans. He had been at a construction site today and was kind of a mess from the dirt and the hot day.
"Now my boxers boy" he said, and I removed them, again marveling at the enormous meat in front of me. It was hard to believe that he could be so big, and I could be so small.
"Put the dirty clothes in the hamper and follow me to the bathroom... and don't forget to shine those boots tonight".
"Yes Sir" I replied.
I met him in the bathroom and he had already started the shower. His shower was one of those big ones that doesn't need a curtain or an enclosure. It had two showerheads that sprayed a hard stream. Uncle Mike got in and wet himself down, then shut off the water the way Marines do aboard ship.
"Take this soap and washcloth and start scrubbing me down" he said. "Begin at my neck and shoulders.
Now my cock was really throbbing. This huge, hairy, muscular stud was all mine. I was going to get to wash every millimeter of his body. I set to work with relish, as Uncle Mike closed his eyes and kept his back toward me. When I had scrubbed everything I could reach, he turned around and I saw that big cock of his, erect and bobbing up and down with each heartbeat.
I then did what I was told and scrubbed the front of him. He rinsed off, then told me to get down on my knees in front of him.
"Blow me pussy boy" he said.
I embarrassed even myself as I dove on his cock like a hungry little whore. I sucked him hard, and he must have been horny because he shot a huge load in about 5 minutes".
"Now you get cleaned up, and when you are clean you polish my boots. After that, come into the kitchen" he said.
Then as an afterthought he said "Oh, and you won't be wearing clothes in this house any more, so don't bother getting dressed".
That didn't sound as bad as it would have when I first arrived. Its not like I had any modesty to preserve or anything: In just two days I had been transformed into a cocksucking obedient little whore. Having to be naked would be no big deal, I thought.
Uncle Mike is a good cook and he had dinner all but ready when I got out. He was grilling steaks and had put together a salad to go with it. It looked like a lot of food to me, but I was hungry and looking forward to it. Then, to my surprise, the front door rang.
"Go answer it boy" he ordered.
"But Sir, I'm naked" I protested, horrified at the prospect.
He bent me over and slapped my ass hard about 6 times and said "Do as I say or I'll get the strap".
I knew he wasn't kidding so I went to the door. Red faced and embarrassed I opened it, kind of hiding my body behind the door and peering around it.
"Hi Andrew" said the two men at the door as they pushed past me and approached Uncle Mike".
Like Uncle Mike, these were powerfully built men: the first was George and he looked about 25, just out of the Marines, about 5-6 but built like a brick shit house. The second named Matt was in his thirties and about 6-4 and 250. Neither looked like men to be messed with. Additionally, they were not the least bit surprised to see my naked and beaten backside: Uncle Mike had told them all about me.
"Pussy boy" said Uncle Mike. (I cringed at knowing others were hearing him say it).
"Bring each of us a beer and set three places at the table".
"Yes Sir" I said, and obeyed, not having much choice.
I brought them the beer and set the table. The three men then sat down and I served their salads and steaks, as I watched them eat. I was really hungry, but knew better than to say anything.
"Oh Andrew, you haven't eaten yet" said Uncle Mike in feigned surprise.
"I know just what you are having for dinner...tube steak" he said and the three of them burst into laughter.
They got up and went into the living room and turned the TV onto ESPN. I cleaned up the dishes until I was called, then went out as ordered.
"Since I already fucked you this morning and got sucked this afternoon, I will allow my friends to be serviced first" said Uncle Mike.
I looked at the ground, knowing there was no way out. "Was I going to be a whore for his buddies too?" I thought.
George, the younger and shorter one with the muscular build unbuckled his pants and pulled them and his boxers down and sat back on the sofa. I went over and knelt before him, totally humiliated both by what I was going to have to do and by my erect little dick.
I bent over and inhaled the smell of his uncut cock. "Not too big" I thought, then blushed even more aware that it was certainly bigger than mine.
I licked around his cock and balls, and he quickly grew to an erect 7 inches or so: average thickness. Then I inserted my tongue into his foreskin, and tasted his cheese which was both abundant and pungent. He guided my head down on the whole thing, and face fucked me by grasping both sides of my head and forcing me up and down. It didn't take too long": maybe 10 minutes and I felt the 3 hot spurts of cum in the back of my throat. I swallowed, and was allowed to get up.
"Good cocksucker" he said, not at me or anyone in particular. It was if he was simply stating a fact about me, not as a person, but in my new role. I was defined not as Andrew, but by my function: a cocksucker.
By now, Matt had his pants and boxers down and was sporting a hard on. He snapped his fingers, pointed at me, then at his dick. I crawled over to him, embarrassed to note that on the way I released a big dribble of precum.
"Looks like you enjoy your work, fagboy" said Matt.
I paused a minute over my second course of "tubesteak". Matt was cut, a little under 7 inches, and relatively thick with a pronounced mushroom head. I began with that head, taking it in my mouth like an ice cream cone and circling my tongue all around it. Then I fell into an up and down pattern, periodically pausing to flick the underside of his dick with my tongue, or stick my tongue into his slit. I was rewarded with repeated accolades from the recipient that I could have done without:
"Oh yeah... What a cockwhore...yeah, lick my slit...What a pussy... harder bitch".
After about 15 minutes it was over, and I swallowed my third load of cum of the day, making a total of 4 loads for the day, counting the one Uncle Mike shot up my ass that morning.
"Boy, get us all more beers, then attend to your Uncle Mike" came the familiar deep voice of my Marine Uncle.
Wiping a bit of cum from my chin, I got up and headed for the kitchen to get the beer. My rock hard and dripping little teen dick accompanied me and showed no inclination to relax.
After opening beer for each of the three men, I sucked off my Uncle using my best technique, which was obviously improving with practice. Despite shooting 2 prior loads, my insatiable uncle shot a third one in about 10 minutes.
"Looks like our little boy needs to make his wee wee cum" said George, pointing at my purple, dripping, small dick.
This was really too much, and I caught myself beginning to tell him to fuck himself, but Uncle Mike shot a warning glance at me and I caught myself.
"Andrew, I will permit you to cum again, but this one is going to be "hands free. Do you recall how you came this morning?"
I hoped the question was rhetorical, but after 15 seconds it was clear that I was expected to respond: "While you were fucking me, Sir".
"Well we will give you that privilege again. Go into the kitchen and lube your pussy with Crisco. Don't dawdle as you have two men waiting".
I looked at George and Matt and could see they were already hard, and I headed to the kitchen. I lubed myself really well because I was still sore from the fucking yesterday and this morning.
"Get down on all fours" said Uncle Mike, and I complied.
"Spread your legs out further" he said, as his foot kicked my knees apart.
"Now drop your chest to the carpet and hold that pussy out" he said.
"Now that is quite a sight" whistled George as he approached me. "What a fucking little cunt...thanks for loaning him to me Mike".
He then guzzled the rest of his beer and knelt behind me. I felt his cockhead against my hole, then he slammed it in. He fucked fast and hard for about 5 minutes then shuddered as he shot his load. Compared to what I felt with Uncle Mike, this was quite gentle and I found myself very close to cumming, and literally draining precum by the time George had shot his load.
Matt was next and repeated the performance, and I shot a load against my chest and chin under my body after about 12 thrusts.
When the men had finished, they continue to watch ESPN and I continued to provide them with beer and snacks. My ass and mouth were left alone, at least for that night.
To be continued...