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 This story details the early sexual experiences of a young boy named Bryce,
as told by him.  It is a continuation series with a number of chapters that
touch on many topics, including M/b, t/b, b/b, incest, masturbation, oral,
anal, ws, scat, and forced sex, although not every chapter will include all
topics.  If you are offended by any of these topics, or if the discussion
of sexual acts involving minors is not your bag, please stop reading now.
Otherwise, I hope you enjoy my writings.  Feedback is welcome at
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   Bryce's Unnatural Life Chapter 5

   The next few weeks, leading up to another summer break from school, were
relatively calm.  Devin was taking me up on our "deal" at least once a day
during the week and multiple times on the weekend.  Unlike my ordeal with
Bobby, once Devin squirted his "baby juice" and I swallowed it down, he was
usually sated for a few hours before he was demanding another trip into my
mouth.  Whereas Bobby would usually have kept my face buried between his
legs between suckings, licking his ballsack, thighs and the rest of his
groin, Devin only asked for that a few times.  Most other times we would
finish the sucking and swallowing, then play and do other, normal boy
things.

   One afternoon though, shortly after I had finished him off, Devin asked
me to lick his butthole.  This took me a bit by surprise so I asked him
what he meant.  He informed me that Adam had apparently divulged that I had
licked his butt (and although I never had told him not to, I was a little
peeved by his indiscretion.  I guess I wasn't thinking that a kid who had
just had his fifth birthday wouldn't have known that was a secret) and
since I had done it for Adam, would I do it for him.  Well I really didn't
want to go into the whole story about WHY I had done that to Adam, which
would have been my explanation as to why I absolutely didn't want to do
that to Devin.  That and the fact that I knew Devin had a dirty butt.  A
really dirty butt.  Heck he would take a crap outside and never even wipe
himself, just as natural as could be.  Plus, when I was licking his balls
on those rare occasions, the odors of his butt wafting into my nostrils
were a constant reminder to me of his lack of attentiveness back there.

   So, when I politely declined, I was hoping Devin would just drop the
subject and be done.  He didn't.  Instead he started begging me to give it
a try, "just once" and promised that if I did, he would give my peepee a
really good sucking.  Before I could even respond, Devin had dropped his
shorts and jumped up, facedown on my bed.  Raising his hips, he grabbed his
buttcheeks with both hands and spread them apart.  "Come on" he asked,
"Just this once, then I'll do you real good".

   Walking over to the bed, I peered inside the deep well of his butt
cheeks.  I immediately knew that there was no way that my mouth would be
going into that cesspool.  I mean, come on.  Devin was almost thirteen
years old and his butthole was a mess.  Clumps of dried poop were caked all
around his butthole, smears streaked across both cheeks and there wasn't a
hint that this butt had seen a bathtub in days.  Just the thought that I
was as close to that mess as I was when I was sucking him made me shiver a
little.  "Sorry man, I can't do that" I muttered, walking from the bedroom.

   I did see Adam a few times over those ensuing weeks.  Never during the
week but sometimes on the weekends.  He would always break into a big smile
and come running to me, throwing his arms around me in a big hug and giving
me a kiss on the cheek.  He had just turned five, apparently the magical
age in his family, and now was wearing shorts, not just underwear, when he
came to visit.  I loved giving him a big hug back and holding his little
body in my arms, squeezing extra hard as a sign of my affection.  I would
then always carefully question him, making sure that Devin was keeping his
end of our "deal".  Adam assured me that he was.

   On those occasions when we had a little privacy, I would sneak Adam's
shorts down and give him a quick suck, hopelessly addicted to his cute
little peepee and the delightful flavors of his dried urine residue.  After
he would squeak out his boy orgasm, I would spin him around for an
inspection of his butt hole.  The bluish purple bruises appeared to be
fading, although he was still sporting a bit of a gap at the actual
opening. Before pulling his pants back up, I would take a quick sniff of
him back there and run my tongue up and down the inside of his crack a few
times, much to his (and my own) delight.  Man I really liked this little
kid.

   So things were moving along quite nicely as school broke for the summer.
And after a particularly fun day at play, I sauntered back to my house, a
fresh load of Devin's "baby juice" tucked away in my tummy.  When I arrived
at the house, I found that dad was gone for the evening.  Heck, I didn't
mind, at least I wouldn't have to work my mouth muscles again this evening!
I hopped into the tub and took a long bath, walked down the hall exhausted
and flopped down on my bed naked, not even bothering to put on any
underwear.  The coolness of the ceiling fan blowing over my backside was
comforting and I quickly fell asleep.

   When I woke up suddenly, I was started by the realization that something
wet and slimy was pressing against my butthole.  The light from the hallway
provided just enough illumination for me to see.  As I looked over at the
nightstand, there laying on top was the second bottle of lotion that Devin
had brought over two weeks before but had never used.  Well, it was in use
now as evinced by the fact that half of it was missing and the cap was
laying next to it.  I assumed that the missing lotion was now smeared over
the probe that was pushing forcefully against my butthole.  Apparently dad
had returned home, found my naked body sleeping on my bed and decided it
was time for another trip inside my bottom.

   "This is for your own good" he muttered into my ear as he pushed himself
inside me.  My own good?  I thought.  How in the world can this "ow, owww,
owwwww" be for my own good?  "OOOWWW".  Pushing my face into the pillow to
stifle my vocal displeasure, dad sunk his peepee in the rest of the way and
then began the in and out thrusts with his hips.  Once the initial shock
wore off, I realized that, although still incredibly painful, the burning
sensation in my butt went away fairly quickly this time and so the
discomfort wasn't nearly as bad as the first time he "butt fucked" me.

   That was a really good thing because dad lasted much longer this time. I
could smell alcohol on his breath as he panted in my ear.  His thrusting
back and forth in my butt was a steady, even pace.  The repeated "slap,
slap, slap" of his groin against my butt cheeks and the ragged grunts from
his mouth that accompanied each thrust were the only sounds in the room as
my whimpers slowly died down.  Dad kept at it for a good ten minutes and at
this point I was feeling more pain from the sheer weight of his body laying
against me than from the slippery prong pumping back and forth in my
bottom.

   Just as I began to wonder how much longer this would go on, the speed of
his thrusts began to increase.  The "slap, slap, slap" sounds started
getting closer together and his grunts, "uh, uh, uh" were getting louder in
my ear.  After another twenty or so pumps, he grunted real loud "UH, UH"
and pushed really deep, held it a second or two, then pulled back and
pushed full force into me.  "AH, Ah, ahhh, ah, ah" he moaned, jiggling his
hips as he did so.  The warm wetness that I knew was his "cum" was once
again spreading across my insides.  This time I didn't even care, I was
just glad that it was over.

   "Someday soon you'll thank me for opening you up" dad muttered as he
pulled out, got up and walked out of my room.  I lay there for a few
minutes trying to think how or why I would ever thank him for using my
butthole for him to get his sick, unnatural pleasure.  I then contemplated
a trip down the hall to the bathroom to clean up but was really tired and
my back and butt were aching.  Instead, I reached over to the nightstand,
grabbed a few tissues and wiped then across my bottom, a halfhearted effort
to clean the lotion and "cum".  Tossing the tissues on the floor, I drifted
back off to sleep.

   Morning arrived before I knew it and dad was shaking me awake.  "Get
cleaned up" he ordered, "and come see me in the kitchen".  With that he
left the room.  Shaking the sleep out of my eyes, I walked to the bathroom,
turned on the shower and stepped inside.  There was "cum" running down the
inside of my leg and my butthole felt like a sticky mess.  I cleaned myself
really good, thankful that the pain seemed not as bad this time around. 
Finishing up, I went to the bedroom and got some clothes on before heading
to the kitchen.

   Dad was finishing some toast and drinking his coffee so I grabbed some
cereal and sat down.  I ate in silence for a few minutes before dad cleared
his throat and spoke.  "Do you remember Mr.  Jarkot?" he asked.  Mr. 
Jarkot, (it was actually pronounced jar-ko) how could anyone forget him? 
He was the only person I knew who was shadier than my dad.  They had worked
some money making schemes together in the past.  Apparently they had known
each other from years before and although Mr.  Jarkot lived a couple hours
away, they would still hook up from time to time.

   Mr.  Jarkot was an intimidating man.  He was tall, taller than my dad,
and very muscular.  He kept his head shaved and rarely smiled.  When he got
mad, he got REALLY mad and would slam his hands on the table and yell
really loud.  I was always very intimidated by Mr.  Jarkot and made myself
scarce when he visited.  "Yes" I replied, "I remember him".  "And you
remember his boys?" he continued.  His boys?  How could I forget them?

   Matt and Oscar.  The first twins I had ever met, although they really
didn't look like twins.  Matt had blond hair and Oscar had dark brown. 
They were a sharp contrast standing next to each other.  They were both
good looking boys, but their good looks did not spill over to their
personalities.  They were little terrors.  They had accompanied their
father on a visit to our house one time and they were hell on legs.  They
broke my stuff, bossed me around (they were two years older than me so I
guess they felt they could) and were just a general pain in the butt.  The
visit was just a few hours but it had seemed like days at the time.  "I
remember them" I said, inwardly a little worried about where this
conversation was going.

   "Well Mr.  Jarkot and his boys are spending a few days in a cabin a few
hours from here and they want you to join them.  Since you are out of
school now, I figured that would be nice" dad announced.  Nice my butt, I
thought to myself.  Spending a few hours with those kids had been torture,
let alone a few days.  "Why me?" I asked, although somewhat afraid what the
answer might be.  "I'm glad you asked that Bryce, it helps me get to the
point" dad responded, starting to sound like the con man that he was.  "It
seems that Mr.  Jarkot's boys are getting to the age where they are getting
curious about, um, sex stuff".  Oh crap, here we go.  "Mr.  Jarkot and I
were talking about it the other night and I mentioned that, with all your
experience and all, that maybe you could show them a thing or two".  Bingo.
There it was.  Oh, it was sugar coated, but I knew right away what was
coming.

   "I'd rather not dad, I mean that's nice and all, but I'd rather just
hang out here" I said meekly, with just a little glimmer of hope that there
was some way to save myself.  "It'll be fun Bryce, hanging out in the
woods, campfires and all" dad replied, still trying the con technique. 
"Maybe next time if that's ok" I said, still hopeful.  Dad looked at me a
few seconds before he responded, his voice raising.  "Well it's not ok.  I
have a deal with Mr.  Jarkot.  Hell, he already paid me so get in your room
get some clothes together and get your ass back here in ten minutes".

   I was shocked.  All I could think about as I walked to my room was the
words "he already paid me".  I kept repeating them over and over in my
head. "Paid?" My father was "paid" to have me "show them a thing or two"?
He had rented me out to do sex stuff?  With those two little jerks?  How in
the world did that happen.  Paid???  As I threw some clothes into a grocery
bag, my mind was ablaze with escape.  I could run away, maybe stay at
Devin's?  Or I could hide in the woods a few days until this thing blew
over, maybe sneak food from the house during the day when dad wasn't there.
That certainly sounded reasonable and a heck of a lot better than being
with those two.

   Grabbing my stuff, I headed to the door.  Unfortunately, my delivery
from this episode was thwarted by the presence of my father in the hallway.
"Let's go" he barked.  Defeated, I followed him to the car and climbed in.
We drove in literal silence the entire way there.  For two solid hours, not
one peep was uttered.  I knew by now that further protests were useless. 
Heck my father was never going to give money back so I figured why waste
the energy trying to convince him otherwise.  And to this day, I have no
idea how much my father got for renting me out, but I do know that no
amount of money could have been worth it.

   We drove deep into a wooded area several towns from my home and arrived
at a very secluded cabin just after lunch.  Mr.  Jarkot met us as we pulled
up.  Dad didn't even come in, just chatted with Mr.  Jarkot in the driveway
before telling me to "have fun" as he got into the car and drove away. 
Clutching my bag, I followed Mr.  Jarkot up the steps and into the front
door.  Matt and Oscar were watching a movie on the TV and when we walked
in, Matt looked over and asked his dad "Is he our slave?" Slave?  My father
rented me out as a slave?  Mr.  Jarkot chuckled as he said "Just hold your
britches boy, me and Bryce got some talking to do" and he led me into a
bedroom and closed the door.

   As Mr.  Jarkot sat on the bed, he motioned to a chair off to the side.
"Sit down" he instructed, "we need to talk".  I quietly took my seat as he
continued.  "I'm not really sure what your daddy told you about what our
deal was, so I will explain it nice and easy.  You see, my boys are
curious, just like most boys, about sex stuff.  Now me and their mama don't
hide nothing from them, they've seen us doing all kinds of fuckin and
suckin, but they aint never had a chance to try any of that out themselves.
They been askin lots of questions lately though and I'm kinda concerned
they might try doin something with each other.  I can't have no son turning
into a fag (a word I had heard before but wasn't entirely sure of the
meaning) sucking on another boys cock or getting his butt screwed (cock, I
knew.  Screwed was reminiscent of Adam's comment to Devin so I was pretty
sure I knew what that was too) you with me so far?"

   When I didn't reply, I guess he figured we were on the same wavelength,
because he continued on, saying "Now I mentioned to your daddy this little
situation and guess what?  He told me that you were already pretty good at
that fag stuff.  Apparently you could suck the chrome off a bumper huh?" I
silently cursed my father.  Without waiting for a reply, he went on.  "Now
I figured that would work out pretty good.  My boys would get some
education, get their questions answered, and your daddy could make a little
money at the same time.  So here's the way it works.  First all, I brought
a few videos along to help with the process.  We'll start out watching the
video, to give the boys a general idea what is gonna happen.  Afterwards,
you can act out the video with each one of them.  Of course you will have
to play the girl part".

   With that said, he stared at me, a stern look on his face before he
started up again.  "Now I realize that my boys can be a little rambunctious
(A little?) but this is a special treat for them.  I paid your daddy a lot
of money and I expect that you won't give them, or me, any trouble while
you are here.  I know what is in store for you and you probably won't like
some of it, but I'll warn you, I expect obedience".  As he said this, his
hand reached down and he unzipped his pants.  Opening the front, he slid
his hand in and hauled out his own peepee.  It was partly stiff and
appeared to me at least two inches longer than my dad's and about a third
as much fatter around.  "Your dad tells me your not real keen on having a
big cock stuffed up your ass.  If you refuse any of our requests, I'm gonna
take this belt" he said shaking the thick brown strap of leather around his
pants "and use it on your butt.  Then" he continued, "I will take this cock
and stuff it right up inside you and pound you until your shit hole is torn
in two.  Understand?" I nodded.

   "And another thing" he said, "I have owned this cabin for six years and
know these woods like the back of my hands.  There is no way you could get
away from here without me finding you so don't even think about trying to
run away.  If you do, I will find you, and when I do, I will beat you to
within an inch of your life before I dump your ass in the middle of nowhere
and leave you to die.  Do we understand?" What choice did I have?  Dropping
my head forward dejectedly, I whispered "Yes sir".  "Good" he said, smiling
again.  "I have our first movie right here, let's go join the boys".
   End of part 5.  To be continued.