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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.
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   Bryce's Unnatural Life Chapter 7

   After Matt and Oscar had orgasmed twice in a very short time, they were
both "tired" and decided to take a nap.  Mr.  Jarkot busied himself working
on a new bookshelf in the master bedroom and I was left, in my naked state,
in the living room to watch tv.  The whole sucking and "pussy licking"
episodes had gone well enough, heck, aside from the butthole stuff, it
wasn't anything different than what I had already done many times before. I
assumed that getting "buttfucked" would be coming up soon, and really
wasn't concerned too much about that as neither Oscar nor Matt were big
enough to cause too much discomfort.  The "toilet paper" conversation was
still causing me some concern though, especially since Mr.  Jarkot hadn't
dismissed Matt's sick comments.  And from my prior experience several years
before with the little hell raisers, I had no doubt that they were probably
capable of some really sick things.  I just wasn't sure how far they might
go.

   So as I took stock of my plight, I also thought about how I might be
spared from untold abuse.  Any thoughts of running away were mute.  Heck
even if I could get away without being caught, I didn't have my clothes and
had no idea what Mr.  Jarkot had done with them.  If I refused to do
something, Mr.  Jarkot was going to beat me with his belt and stick that
club peepee of his in my butt.  And I had no doubt whatsoever that he would
hurt me much worse than anything that complying would do.  I thought about
feigning illness, but then became concerned that if he figured out I was
faking (I am a horrible liar) it would make things even worse.  Feeling
overwhelmed and defeated once again, I realized that my best course of
action at this point was inaction.  Just do what they wanted and I would
hopefully get out in one piece.

   After the boys got up from their nap, fully awake and fully stiff, Mr.
Jarkot popped in a video titled "The Ass Bandits".  Big surprise here huh?
About the only thing about this one that really surprised me was that it
was an all-male video (in fact, the first video, "Oral Fun" was to be the
only one that I would see women in, all the rest were just guys) and all of
the guys appeared to be in their late teens or early twenties.  Most of the
men doing the "buttfucking" had a really big peepee, just like the guys in
the first movie.  The ones getting "buttfucked" did a lot of moaning and
head thrashing while they were being stuck in their bottom.  Unlike my
experiences though, they seemed to be enjoying themselves.

   When the guy doing the "buttfucking" was ready to "cum", he would always
pull his peepee out and squirt his thick, white cream onto the other guys
back, not into his hole.  Mr.  Jarkot explained to Matt and Oscar they
didn't need to pull out when they "shot their cum" and they could squirt it
right into me.  He explained it was "less messy" that way but that they
could still use my mouth to clean their "cocks" afterwards, just like we
had seen the guys do on the film.  Eww.  I mean, come on, that thing had
been stuffed inside a butthole for crying out loud.  Not just inside the
entrance, like my tongue, but stuffed way up in there.  The idea of tasting
poop (which I was certain would be the case after a trip deep in my hole)
on a spent peepee made my stomach churn, even if it was MY own poop I was
having to taste.

   Now while all this visual demonstration was unfolding for Matt and Oscar
(I scarcely watched after the first couple of acts, this really wasn't much
new to me) I sat thinking about something I had seen and heard.  Mr. 
Jarkot's comment earlier in the day about sperm "making babies" had given
me a bit of a twinge when he first said it, but I wasn't entirely sure why.
Now, watching these guys pull their peepee's out of the other guy's
butthole before they squirted their "cum", I became concerned about why
they did that?  Is it because they didn't want the other guy to have a
baby? If people kept squirting "cum" into my butt, would it "make a baby"
inside me?

   Now, I was only ten years old at the time and every initial exposure to
these weird, unnatural acts was as confusing (as it should have been) as
anything I had ever experienced.  And while I had a pretty good idea about
how only women have babies, I was by no means anything near an expert.  And
so that was what was consuming my thoughts as I realized Mr.  Jarkot was
shaking my shoulder and saying "Did you hear me?".  I hadn't heard him, but
I was jolted back to the present.  "I'm sorry, I must have been
daydreaming" I eeked out, hopeful that he wouldn't punish me.  Instead he
just laughed, slapped me on the back and, turning to his boys said "He
wants it so damn bad he is daydreaming about it".  They laughed too and I
hung my head in shame.

   By virtue of having "sloppy seconds" the first time around, Mr.  Jarkot
decided that Matt should get "the first shot" at my butt.  Search as he
did, Mr.  Jarkot couldn't find his "lube" and so it was decided that I
would have to make due with my saliva.  And while this certainly made it a
little easier on clean up afterwards, it also made Matt's entry and
subsequent thrusts a little more painful than a nice slickened peepee would
have been, especially when he started to dry up about halfway to his
orgasm. That notwithstanding, he was able to mount my butthole, elevated by
a small pillow that Mr.  Jarkot slipped under my hips, and pump his way to
a breathy orgasm relatively quickly.  When he pulled out and represented
himself at my face, I was relieved to see that there was no poop on his
peepee.  And although it did taste a little like poop, mixed in with the
"cum" that was still leaking a little from the tip, I was able to suck it
clean pretty easily.

   Oscar's trip inside my butthole was a little easier because his pathway
was slickened by his twin brother's "cum".  He was about as quick as Matt
had been, but, like before, he was much more vocal during the "buttfuck".
As his hips were "slap, slap, slaping" against my buttcheeks, he was
moaning and grunting in my ear.  And the closer he got to his orgasm, the
more vocal he got, mimicking the men from the movie.  "Take it, you little
cunt" he barked "Your hole is nice and tight for such a little slut".  And
as he slammed himself into me the last few times, he would accentuate each
thrust with a word.  ""You" thrust "are" thrust "A" thrust "little" thrust
"whoooorrrre" thrust and hold.  He shook his hips, trying desperately to
get just a little further into me as the warm wetness of his "baby juice"
joined the "cum" of his brother, deep inside me.

   After cleaning Oscar's wilted peepee, which, like his brother's, was
devoid of any poop smears (go figure) we returned to the living room. 
Oscar filled his father in on how he had "hammered" my butt as I stood
there, clenching my buttcheeks trying to keep two loads of "baby juice"
from bubbling out.  When Oscar finished his graphic description of how he
had "filled the little slut" and they all had a nice laugh about how my
"daydream came true", I asked for, and got permission to use the bathroom.

   Hunched over the bowel, I frantically wiped up as much of the "cum"
oozing from my bottom as I could.  Then, using my butt muscles I pushed
down like I was trying to expel a poop, causing more of the juice to
trickle out, which I again quickly wiped away.  As I had been laying
passively beneath Matt, him steadily thrusting himself in and out, over and
over in my hole, I had convinced myself that boys couldn't have a baby, no
matter how much "sperm" was injected into them.  But, I thought, I would
get rid of as much of it as I could just to be on the safe side.  If I was
wrong and was going to have a baby I darn sure didn't want it to be from
one of these freaks.

   Dinner turned out nice...at first.  Mr.  Jarkot grilled some nice steaks
and made some corn on the cob and baked potato.  My dad didn't cook much so
I was used to tv dinners or fast food and this was going to be a treat!  As
we were setting the table, still naked, Matt decided he wanted his butthole
licked again.  Mr.  Jarkot and Oscar laughed as Matt leaned over the table,
spread his buttcheeks with his hands and said "It's time for your appetizer
slut".  Profoundly embarrassed at the thought of having to lick his
butthole right there in front of everyone, I nonetheless took up position
on my knees behind him and went to work.

   The butthole was still clean from my earlier efforts so at least there
wasn't anything foul that would screw up the tasty dinner that Oscar and
Mr. Jarkot were now shuttling to the table, completely ignoring the fact
that I was busy licking away at Matt's poop chute.  "Uh, uh, o man that's
nice" Matt was chanting, much more vocal than he had been before.  "Here,
let me have a go" I heard Oscar demand as he pulled my face from Matt's
gyrating butt and pulled it to his erect peepee.  "What the fuck?  I was
almost there you shithead" Matt cried out.

   Great.  Here I was, naked, on my knees between two equally naked
brothers who were now fighting over whether I should be licking a poop hole
or sucking a peepee.  Mr.  Jarkot settled the matter when he barked out
"Enough, you're not going to fight over the slut".  The slut?  I thought to
myself.  "Matt you had a go, it's time for you to share.  Besides, the slut
needs some butter for his corn and potato" Mr.  Jarkot said.  "Yeah" I
thought to myself as I put my mouth on Oscar's stiff peepee "go get me some
butter Matt, you little butt freak".  I smiled around the peepee that was
now sliding in and out of my mouth at the thought of Matt having to do
something for me instead of the other way around.

   Dinner smelled great and I was starving so I worked my mouth really
good, hoping to get Oscar off quickly so I could eat.  The suckling and
slurping noises were pretty loud as I worked harder and harder, sliding up
and down, waiting for my mouthful of "cum".  I could tell Oscar was getting
close.  His hands were running through my hair and his legs were starting
to tremble a little.  Out of the corner of my eye I could see Matt was
standing right next to us, fisting his own peepee with as much vigor as my
mouth was working on Oscar.  "Oh.  Oh, oh, I'm there" Oscar chanted, right
before he pulled himself from my mouth.

   "What the heck" I thought as he reached down, grabbed his peepee and
began yanking on it, just like Matt was doing.  I was dumbfounded.  Why in
the world would they want...and then I saw Mr.  Jarkot extend his hand, the
hand that was holding MY plateful of dinner, to directly under Oscar's
peepee, which began quaking squirts of "cum" directly onto my food.  Almost
immediately after the first volley's started, Matt joined in, laughing as
his spurts of "cum" splashed across those of his brother.  "There's your
butter" they shouted out.  I wanted to cry, but refused to.

   During dinner, Mr.  Jarkot insisted that I "eat everything".  "I
wouldn't want my hard work cooking dinner go to waste, especially after the
boys were nice enough to season it for you" he said, much to the delight of
the boys, who were wolfing down their "unseasoned" meal.  As I ate, I
really wasn't very concerned, at least after the initial shock of watching
my food get doused with "cum".  After all if it hadn't been squirted onto
my plate, it would have surely ended up in my mouth anyway.  Since it was
mostly tasteless, the only real issue was the psychological aspect of
seeing the watery "cum" clinging to my food as I ate it.  It was more
embarrassing than anything else and each time one of the boys made a funny
face or crude comment as I took a bite, I only hated them a little more.

   After dinner it was decided that doing the dishes was "women's work". 
Since I was the closest thing to a "woman" in the house, I won the prize.
It wasn't too bad, at least it gave me a few minutes alone, although about
halfway through washing the dishes, Oscar popped into the kitchen.  I was
standing at the sink when I felt him come up behind me, grabbing me with
one hand on the shoulder while his other hand guided his stiff peepee in
between my buttcheeks.  I was just about to ask if he wanted me to get him
wet, when he apparently found his target and pushed.

   Aided by the residual "cum" that I hadn't been able to clean out earlier
and which was still leaking slightly from my hole, he was able to slide
about half his peepee right into me.  "Ummph" I cried out, more startled
than anything else.  "Hold still" he ordered as he pulled partway out and
then slammed back inside.  "Oh, ow" I cried out as I grabbed the countertop
and held on.  The brutal force of the push, combined with the sensitivity
in my butt from having already been twice visited already today, made for a
much more painful intrusion than what I had experienced earlier.

   I could feel tears welling up in my eyes as I stood there, just slightly
hunched over, as Oscar started pumping himself in and out.  The very little
leftover "cum" in my butt wasn't providing very well as a lubricant and my
butthole was starting to sting as Oscars peepee slid back and forth across
the sensitive flesh.  Holding tight on my slim hips, Oscar was half
thrusting, half pulling me back to meet each thrust.  He seemed determined
to reach maximum depth with each pump, and instead of the steady "slap,
slap" we had in the bedroom, this was more of a thrust-pull, hold and
gyrate the hips, then back out again.  Needless to say, it was taking him
much longer to finish off and quickly became quite uncomfortable for me as
he continued.

   Oscar wasn't saying much, just a grunt with each thrust.  He seemed to
be concentrating instead on his maximum depth efforts.  It went on so long
though that I started to get a cramp in my upper right leg muscle.  It was
quite painful and, being held tightly by the hips, there wasn't much I
could do except try and twist my leg a little to relieve the pressure,
which I did.  Well, that apparently was my lucky break because when my leg
shifted, it forced the muscle in my butt to clamp down on the foreign
intruder, Oscar's peepee.  That extra grip apparently tripped him over the
edge (I actually made a mental note of the usefulness of that technique for
future situations) and he cried out and grabbed my hips even harder.

   The spurts in my butthole that followed were actually a welcome relief.
Not just because it signaled the end of this event, but because, as Oscar
continued his thrusts, it provided a refreshing, much needed moisture to my
butthole skin, easing the wicked burning sensation back there.  When he
finished and ejected himself from me, I fell, literally onto the floor, my
leg cramp still aching.  Oscar, his peepee still wet and shiny, slick with
"cum" stood over me laughing.  "I guess I fucked your legs out from under
you" he said, grabbing my head and directing it to his groin for a clean
up. And as I sat there, rubbing my leg and sucking the leftover "cum",
extra-flavored by having been in my butt, I told myself that I didn't care
if I did end up with a baby, I wasn't getting rid of the juice in my butt
anymore.  It was the only lubrication I had and the pain of the semi-dry
"buttfuck" without it wasn't worth it.

   After Oscar left, and my leg cramp finally worked itself out, I finished
the dinner dishes, still a little sore in my bottom, but clenching myself
back there, trying to keep anything from leaking out.  The sheer volume
made this very difficult and a couple times I had to use a napkin to wipe
the excess seepage from my inner buttcheeks and upper leg area.  When I
finished, I walked to the living room, where Mr.  Jarkot and the boys were
playing cards.

   "How's your legs?" Oscar asked, giggling.  This in turn caused Matt to
start laughing and Mr.  Jarkot even chuckled a bit before addressing us. 
"OK" he said, "There is one more quick movie for tonight and then you will
have the rest of the evening and tonight to practice some of the things
that you learned about today.  Then tomorrow, we will have a couple
interesting movies in the morning after breakfast and then the rest of the
day you guys can get your fill, because Bryce will be leaving in the
afternoon".  With that, he went to the tv and popped in another movie.

   "This one is called `Oral Massage'" Mr.  Jarkot explained.  "It is a
little different than the other movies because it is not as sexual.  I
figured it would give the slut something to do in between his sucking and
getting fucked, and at the same time, give you boys a little something to
relax you".  As he finished his sentence, the movie started flickering on
the screen.  It was an odd movie because it showed a young oriental man
using his mouth to give a massage to another young man, also of Asian
decent.  The "massager" licked the other man's ears, neck, underarms, all
the way down his chest, and then started again on the man's feet and legs
before arriving at the groin.

   Noisy slurping sounds filled the room as the man continued on his
mission, orally massaging the man's thighs and ballsack, then his
buttcheeks and butthole, and finally giving the man a suck job, for which
he was rewarded with a mouthful of the man's "cum".  And while I wasn't
particularly excited about performing an "oral massage" on either of the
twins, I was intrigued by the thought of maybe doing something like that
with Adam someday.

   As the movie finished, Mr.  Jarkot reiterated his earlier comments.  "As
I said, this is something you might want to try as you are recharging
yourself, in between fuckings".  With that, he headed for his bedroom and
left the three of us on our own.  Matt jumped up from the couch, looked at
me and said "Let's go in the bedroom slut, I want my asshole licked again".
He turned and walked into the room and I dutifully followed.

   "Lay down on the bed" he instructed once we were inside.  I got up on
the bed, a little confused.  I wasn't sure at this point if he wanted me to
lick his butthole or if he was going to buttfuck me.  He cleared things up
by saying "lay down on your back, put your head up by the pillow".  After
positioning myself on the bed, he climbed on, turned so that he was facing
my feet, and swung his leg over my head.  "Oh", I thought, "He is going to
sit on my mouth", which is exactly what he did.

   As his bottom fell towards my face, I pulled my hands up to grab his
buttcheeks, which I slowly parted as they continued their dissent towards
my mouth.  As soon as I opened them, I realized something was different. 
Apparently Matt had taken a crap since dinner and had not wiped himself
because the clean, pink region of flesh now was again streaked with traces
of poop, a lot more so than when I first licked him.  And while it was far
from the clumps of crap that Devin had, it was sufficient in quantity for
me to realize two things.  First, it smelled a heck of a lot more like butt
than before.  Second, if I hadn't gotten a "good" taste of poop last time,
I sure was going to this time.

   With that, he plopped his butthole right on my mouth and started
wiggling his hips.  To say I was a little grossed out at this unexpected
visitor on my mouth would be a true understatement.  In fact, I was so
grossed out, I froze.  The wiggling of Matt's hips was causing the poop
smears to get all over my lips and, being as close to my nose as it was,
the smell was overwhelming.  "Lick it fucker" he barked.  I couldn't.  "I
said lick it, now" he repeated, pushing his butt so hard against my face
that I actually was having a hard time breathing.

   "Keep calm" I told myself, realizing that I either had to lick or
suffocate.  Using my hands, which were still pulling the buttcheeks apart,
as leverage, I managed to push Matt up just enough that I could get my
tongue out and start lapping at the foul butthole.  The bitter flavors I
had experienced before were much stronger now, and it took much longer to
work my way through them, even causing me to gag a few times.  But in
relatively short order, I had managed to get the nastiness cleaned away,
swallowed down with my saliva.  When he was "clean", and my frantic tongue
swipes started to die down, I started longer, strokes from the bottom of
Matt's ballsack, up and across his hole to the top of the buttcheeks and
then back down again.  I wasn't sure if he wanted me to stick my tongue
inside the hole like before or not and, fearful of what might be lying just
inside there, I wasn't in any hurry to find out.

   Matt solved my dilemma by lifting his hips just a little and, shifting
himself back so that his balls were dangling just over my mouth, said "suck
them".  As I took them into my mouth, he brought his hips down.  The result
was that not only did I have his ballsack in my mouth, but the crease of
his buttcheeks were now resting right on my nose.  In fact, my nose was
right up against his butthole.  Thankfully, my licking had taken away most
of the odor.

   After sucking his ballsack for less than a minute, I felt Matt's lower
body start to stiffen.  It seemed as if he was close to orgasm, but then I
heard him giggle.  Just as he started to laugh, there was a rush of smelly
wind forced right up into my nostrils, accompanied by the loud sound of a
fart.  The jerk had farted, right on my nose, and it stunk.  He was so
consumed by laughter that he actually rolled off my face and fell on the
floor before running out to tell his brother.  Stupid jerk.

   The rest of the evening, after I was able to get the stench of Matt's
butt out of my nostrils, was mostly about me getting a mouth or butt full
of "cum" depending on the pleasure of Oscar and Matt.  They did try out a
little of the "oral massage" a couple times in between their trips into my
mouth or backside, but because they were both pretty quick "recharging",
they didn't need a whole lot to get them ready.  Since both boys were
relatively clean, the worst part of the "oral massage" was that my mouth
would dry out so much when I was licking them.  After my first attempt,
which consisted of sucking and licking Matt's feet while he sat watching
tv, I kept a glass of water nearby afterwards to have something to keep my
mouth wet.

   Matt's feet, the bottoms somewhat dirty from the fact that he had been
walking around the house barefoot all day, didn't taste or smell too bad
and once the dirt taste from the bottom was licked away, it wasn't much
different than sucking on a finger.  In fact, it was actually not a bad way
to kill some time (considering the alternative) and I had worked my way
through both feet, just finishing between the last two toes on the second
one when he grabbed onto my hair during a commercial and drug my face to
his lap.  "Hurry up before the movie comes back on" he demanded, pushing
his stiffness into my mouth and pushing my face down flush with his groin.
He held me there, not bothering to allow me to slide up and down, and
squirted his "cum" very quickly, which I immediately swallowed.  Yanking me
up by the hair, he sneered and said "I'm finished....for now" and turned
back to the movie.

   Oscar called me from the bedroom.  He was laying full on the bed, his
legs spread and his peepee stiff.  His pleasure was to have me lick the
insides of his legs, from the knees up to the inside of his groin and
underneath his ballsack.  When I had finished both sides, he pulled his
legs up and motioned to his butthole.  Unlike his brother's, Oscars was
still clean from my earlier work there and I leaned down and began lapping
at the tight hole.  Not unlike his brother, Oscar decided this would be a
good time for some fun and, just as my mouth was sealed around his ring, he
grunted and forced a fart out, right into my mouth.

   Now it was his turn to laugh as I rolled over, spitting and sputtering,
trying to keep myself from throwing up from the foul taste lingering in my
mouth.  Far from being resentful for his disgusting actions, Oscar instead
just turned me back on my stomach, slid a pillow under my midsection and
roughly mounted me from behind.  Within seconds he had achieved full
penetration and was quickly "slap, slap, slapping" against my backside,
still occasionally giggling between his grunts in my ear.  It didn't take
long for him to finish up and, rolling over so I could clean him off (still
no poop on the peepee) he brought himself into a fit of laughter again when
he said "I'll bet you have bad breath now, huh slut?"

   While they were "recharging", I was made to lick Matt's underarms (a
little salty, from sweat I assumed) Oscar's feet (his smelled a bit more
than Matt's had but they still weren't too bad) and the inside of Matt's
ears (I'm not really sure why but it excited him something fierce) each
time followed by another visit to my mouth with a stiff peepee.  Of course
each trip to my mouth took longer and longer for them to "cum" (except for
the time I licked Matt's ears.  As I said before, it excited him a lot and
he had barely pulled my face to his groin before he was firing his runny
squirts) and so by the end of the night, not only was I exhausted, my mouth
muscles were aching.

   When they finally decided that it was time for bed, I realized that
these were only two bedrooms in the cabin.  Mr.  Jarkot was asleep in his
bed and there was only one bed in the boy's room, and although it was
pretty big, I didn't think I was going to be welcome there.  Wrong again.
Just as I had stretched out on the couch, content to be alone, I heard Matt
calling out to me.  Figuring he wanted one more suck job, I walked to the
bedroom.  Oscar was already under the covers asleep.  Matt was laying face
down on top of the bedsheet, a pillow propped under his midsection,
slightly elevating his butt.

   "Get between my legs and start munching my shithole slut" he ordered.  I
dragged my weary self over to the bed, climbed on and positioned myself
behind him.  I was too tired to even open his buttcheeks and instead just
laid my face down between them and began licking.  "Don't stop or you'll
get another fart in your nose slut fuck" he said.  And so I didn't stop.  I
munched and licked his butthole for what seemed like an hour, fantasizing,
in my mind and in the dark room, that it was little Adam I was licking, not
this jerk boy who had treated me so badly.  And when I was finally fully
convinced that he had dozed off, I rolled over, got on the floor and fell
asleep myself.
   End of part 7.  To be continued.