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 Robert 3_1 (Homecoming)

   This story takes over where "Robert Lives" left off.  I tried my best to
write this story so you could just jump in, but it will flow a lot better
if you read "Robert Lives" and "The Salt Pile".  This story is about a boy
that enslaves his family.

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   (ped, inc, nc, Mf, Mm, ws, tort)

   By The Devil's Advocate

   1.

   My name is Robert.

   This first section is just a quick recap of my story to date, so if you
have already read "Robert Lives" then go ahead and skip to section two.

   Why are you still reading this section?  Shit!  You didn't read "Robert
Lives"?  I can't believe this you lazy fuck!  You are lucky I don't know
anything about computers or I would track you down and have you licking my
asshole out before you finished this story.

   In fact, I want you to pull your pants down and shove a finger up your
own ass.  Do it!  Now, I want you to stick that finger in your mouth and
keep it there until you finish this section.  You can pretend it's my ass
you're tasting.  If you had the guts to send me an email I would really
give your worthless ass a good...oh, I'm sorry, I get carried away
sometimes.

   I've only been a master for about 10 months now but it seems like
forever.  I guess it's because I have so many slaves already.  I get so
used to barking orders that I sometimes forget whom I'm speaking too. 
Yeah, I guess it goes to my head sometimes also.  I only just turned 14 so
you can't expect me to be perfect at this yet.

   Anyway, it all started when I was 13.  A lady named Vee approached me.
She told me this completely unbelievable story about how she had turned my
mother, Karen, into a sex slave more than a dozen years ago before I was
born.  It's a long story so you will need to read "The Salt Pile" if you
want all those details.  But basically, my mom (10 at the time), uncle and
grandmother were all made sex slaves and subjected to some pretty nasty
things.  Long story short, they were rescued and Vee went on the run.

   Vee eventually came out of hiding, tracked my mother down and then
contacted me.  She not only told me the whole story but even gave me a code
word that she instilled into my mother's subconscious.  The code word makes
it almost impossible for my mom to disobey.  Yeah, it sounded like bullshit
to me also until I tried it.  I had my mom quivering under my dick that
very night.

   I have always had fantasies of dominating people.  I guess Vee could see
this in me.  I wish I could say that I instinctively knew everything there
was to know about being a master.  The truth is, however, that I didn't
have a clue.  Well, I had a clue but not much of one.  But at least I was
smart enough to know I needed help.  So, I contacted Vee again and asked
for her help.

   I quickly found out that Vee was not someone that helps other people. 
She just helps herself.  Despite this, I still managed to squeeze a bit of
information out of her.  In exchange for her help, I had to let Vee get her
paws on my 10-year-old sister, Linda.  As I was learning how to be a
master, Linda was very slowly being converted into a lesbian sex slave.  It
seemed like a good deal at the time.

   Vee even had a couple other girls, the Sanders sisters, for me to
practice on.  There was 13-year-old Jane Sanders and her sister Sandra who
was 20.  The sisters had lost their mother about a year prior.  Their
father was still alive but they had not seen him in years.  He did show up
after the death to try to take custody of Jane but it was clear to even the
courts that he was just after the inheritance that had been left to the two
children.  So, Sandra got custody of Jane and life went on.  That is, until
Vee showed up one day.  Vee has a thing for young girls so she fully
trained Jane.  Sandra, however, wasn't trained.  Vee just kept her locked
in a cage in the basement.

   It was Sandra that I practiced on the most.  I still had a lot of fun
with my mother and Jane, but they were already fully trained, so it's not
like I could really judge my new skills against them.

   So, it sounds like everything worked out great, right?  Wrong.  The
thing you have to understand is that Vee is one vicious bitch.  One day she
even bragged to me about how she sold her own daughter into sexual slavery
down in Mexico just so she could have a safe place to stay while she was in
hiding from the cops.  If you read "The Salt Pile" then you will know that
her daughter, Becky, was no saint by any stretch of the imagination.  But
still, to sell your own daughter into slavery for room and board?  That's
fucked up.

   Anyway, it was pretty clear to me that Vee had secret plans well beyond
our mutual agreement.  So, after I learned what I could from her I drugged
and caged the bitch.  This left me with Sandra, Jane, my mother and Vee as
my sex slaves.  So, in the end I guess it actually was a happy ending... 
at least for me.

   2.

   It's been several months now since I caged Vee.  She put up a hell of a
resistance the first month or so but she is coming around now.  I'm pretty
sure she is just pretending though.  She probably figures that if she can
pretend to be broken then in 3 or 4 months we will let her out of her cage.


   It makes my dick hard thinking of her in that cage trying to fool us. 
Well, the trick is on her.  I plan to keep her in some form of bondage for
the rest of her life.  That is not to say she won't be fully trained. 
Sandra has gladly taken that job over.  When I finally released Sandra from
her chains I half expected her to run to the cops.  I was pretty confident
that I had trained Sandra well, but I still had that small doubt.

   That said, as a minor I knew I wouldn't get into any serious trouble if
she ran to the cops.  But it would have ruined a good thing if you know
what I mean.  But luckily, Sandra had not ratted me out.  About the only
problem I have had with her is that she takes her job of training Vee too
seriously sometimes.  I constantly have to tell her to slow down.  I doubt
Vee would have lasted this long if Sandra had her way.

   Sandra isn't a bitch or anything like that.  In fact, she is a very shy
and nice person.  She just has good reason to hate Vee is all.  Not only
did Vee do some nasty things to Sandra and her sister, but there is a good
indication that Vee probably even had their mother killed.

   While Sandra can be a hand full at times, releasing her from her chains
has made my life a ton easier.  It was a full time job taking care of my
mother, Sandra, Jane and Vee.  Sandra has not only taken over Vee's
training but even Jane's as well.

   At first, Sandra treated Jane as though she was just her sister again.
But I made it clear that was not the case.  Jane was a slave and should be
treated as such.  I know it hurt Sandra to treat her own sister this way,
but deep down she knew it had to be done.  Several times Sandra even caught
Jane trying to sneak into the basement to be with her mistress.  It's
unclear if she was trying to help Vee escape or not.  But we are pretty
sure her main goal was just to be ordered around by her mistress.  She had
become so accustomed to daily humiliation at the hands of Vee that her life
just didn't seem right without it.  Or at least that was our assessment.

   So, with reluctance, Sandra finally started treating her sister like a
true slave.  Jane put on a big sob act every time her sister made her eat
her pussy or something, but it is clear to me that she is really happier
now.  I think Sandra realizes this also because she started doing it more
and more.  Now, Jane spends half her days between her sister's legs.

   It's hard to tell though if Sandra is still doing this just for Jane's
welfare or partly for her own.  She makes her sister do a lot of things I
never even suggested.  For example, Sandra moved Jane into her room.  Every
night Sandra falls asleep with the feel of Jane eating her pussy.  With no
one to tell her otherwise, Jane continues to eat her pussy well into the
night until she finally passes out from exhaustion.  This of course works
to Sandra's benefit since she can work on Vee every morning while Jane
sleeps in.

   I've also noticed that Sandra recent reintroduced their dog, Blacky, to
Jane's routine.  This completely threw me off guard.  I didn't think she
would ever willingly have her sister fuck that huge dog again.  But she
did. The dog basically roams the house and does whatever he likes.  If he
feels like fucking he just knocks Jane down and mounts her.  He still
hasn't managed to get his knot in her but it isn't from a lack of trying.

   That dog is horny all the time also.  Hell, the fucker even tried to
mount me once when I was fucking Jane.  I laugh now when I think about it,
but at the time I was pretty damn pissed.  But then I'm easy to piss off. I
told Sandra that if she insisted on having the dog in the house then she
needed to make damn sure the dog's needs were taken care of.  And since
Jane clearly was not enough for the dog then she was to be the dog's bitch
as well.  She was either to keep the dog out of the house or share the
burden of taking care of him.  Well, Sandra must have really liked watching
Jane fuck the beast because she chose to keep him in the house.

   Jane still takes care of most of the dog's needs, but if Blacky happens
to jump on Sandra, then she willingly gets down on all fours and lets him
have his way with her.  I don't know, maybe she actually likes it.  Though,
you wouldn't guess that by how loud she screams whenever he slips his knot
in her.

   It won't be long and I will probably let her use Blacky on Vee as well.
God, I can't wait for that day to come.  I was tempted to let Blacky have
her the very first week, but I know I will have tons more fun by delaying
her that humiliation.  I mention Blacky to her from time to time, but
normally I don't have too.  Every time I walk in the room I can see the
fear in her eyes.  There are not that many things that scare Vee but that
big ass dog is definitely one of them.  God it makes my dick hard seeing
that bitch shake in fear.

   I could probably write a dozen stories about the perverted and vile
things Sandra and I have done to Vee.  However, this story really isn't
about Vee, or even Sandra or Jane for that matter.  This story is about my
family and some of their old "friends".

   Okay, I lied, there is one more thing I just have to tell you about
Sandra; partly because I found it so funny and partly because it made my
dick hard.  Once I was sure Sandra wasn't going to run to the cops, I
planned this small trip to Mexico with my mother.

   I didn't tell my mother, but we were going there to search for Vee's
daughter Becky.  My mom probably would have shit herself if she knew. 
Becky was my mother's mistress for a period of time and she was fucking
vicious.  Had the cops not rescued my mother I'm sure Becky would have
ended up killing my mother.

   My main goal was to just have Becky spend an afternoon ordering my
mother around.  While it would have been fun to see Becky do some nasty
things to her, the main object was just to scare the living crap out of my
mother.

   If you read the end of "Robert Lives" then you know I have managed to
get Linda to willingly have sex with our mom.  My mother, however, was
blindfolded and had no clue who she was having sex with.  The next step of
course is to get the two to have sex with each other without the blind
folds and shit.  This was something I was pretty sure my mother would never
do.  That is unless she realized I had the power to bring Becky back into
her life.

   Well, the trip to Mexico didn't turn out perfectly.  The information Vee
gave me was more than enough to track Becky down, however, there wasn't
much left to her once I found her.  She was completely broken.  She spent
most of her day doing tricks in this run down brothel.

   My contact spoke with her "pimp" and apparently they still used Becky
for videos also.  However, the more they used her the more run down she
looked.  And the worse she looked, the worse the movies became.  She had
progressed from just normal porn to hard core to very hard-core.  And when
she didn't even look good enough for stuff like bestiality flicks, they
moved her on to very very hard-core porn.  Her pale body was now riddled
with whip scars.  She also always had a fresh batch of cigarette and cigar
burns on her tits, ass and cunt; though most of these came not just from
the movies but from her normal Johns.

   So, as you can imagine, Becky didn't look all that threatening.  It cost
me an arm and a leg, but I managed to "rent" Becky out for an hour.  Most
of the money, however, went toward getting them to clean the skank up and
find her some cloths that would hide all her marks.  She still looked a bit
malnourished but overall they did a good job.  They even managed to hide
the large knife scar that was on the side of her face.

   I did all of this via a 3rd party of course.  I'm no idiot, I know what
they would have done to a 13-year-old boy had I shown up anywhere near one
of these sleazy brothels.  They probably would have had me pulling tricks
before nightfall.

   As a side note, years later I did go back there and tested the theory
with a 13-year-old white American boy that I snatched from a tourist hotel.
Kidnapping normally isn't my thing but I was in the area and just had to
see what would happen.

   Sure enough, the boy was snatched up in a matter of minutes.  It was
wild, they didn't even wear masks or anything.  A guy just approached the
boy, offered him help or something, then walked him right into the fucking
brothel.  I waited a few hours then went to the brothel and slipped the
owner a few bucks in order to "open" up his selection a bit.  He took me
into a back room where he had several boys and girls from age 10 to about
16.  And I will be damned if that fucking 13-year-old boy wasn't already in
the crowd waiting to be selected; which I did.

   I wore a disguise of course.  Though, if they put me in a line up I'm
sure he probably would still be able to pick me out; especially if they
made us show him our dicks.  I could tell they had already opened his ass
up a bit during his short stay, but he still squealed on every inch I gave
him.  I felt pretty bad afterwards.  The fuck was more torture than
anything for the boy and as bad as I can be sometimes, I normally don't
torture people as much as I did him.  Later, I gave the parents an
anonymous tip on where they could find their boy.  Of course, I waited a
couple weeks first.  By then the boy had long since forgotten my face. 
Also, by then I'm certain that his ass had probably seen a lot worse things
in it than my huge dick.

   Sorry, I didn't mean to get so sidetracked there.

   So where was I?  Oh yes, Becky.  I had my contact arrange the deal and
the delivery to the hotel I was staying in.  I had my mom blindfolded and
tied up long before Becky arrived.  Once there, I spent 45 minutes of my
time just teaching Becky the lines I wanted her to say.  It was only a few
fucking lines but she was so out of it that she couldn't remember anything
worth shit.

   When I was certain that she had them down, I turned the mp3 off that my
mother was listening to and then laid it all out for her.  I basically told
my mother that I had some pretty nasty plans for her in the coming months
and that she better cooperate or I would bring her back to Mexico.  I then
removed her blindfold so she could see why that was not a good thing.

   My mother pissed herself when she seen Becky sitting there.  I'm not
joking, she literally pissed herself.  Becky then said her few lines,
stating that she basically looked forward to some day getting back together
with her.  It wasn't very well scripted and she fucked the lines up a bit,
but it didn't matter; my mother was in such shock that I doubt she even
heard any of it.  Becky then got up and exited the room to the hallway
where her pimp and my contact were waiting for her.  From what I could
tell, Becky never even knew what was really going on or who my mother
actually was.  That was the last we ever seen of Becky.  I can't imagine
she lived very long after that...  not if she was lucky anyway.

   Oh, I almost forgot to tell you about the funny part with Sandra.  While
my mother and I were touring around Mexico, I had Sandra house sit and
watch Linda for us.  We were only gone for 10 days but I will be damned if
Sandra didn't get into Linda's pants before we returned.  I hadn't even
suggested this to Sandra, let alone order it.  Okay, I guess a lot of you
don't really see the humor in that.  Me, I found it fucking hilarious.  To
me, it just proved how big of a slut both Linda and Sandra had become.

   Anyway, that pretty much brings you up to speed on everything that has
happened since the ending of "Robert lives." I know it sounds like a lot
has happened, and I'm sure you want more details.  But trust me, you are
going to want to hear what happened next even more.

   3.

   "Oh, she's so adorable," Karen said as she turned her head to glance at
Linda sleeping in the back seat.

   We were on a road trip to my mother's hometown of Topeka, KS.  It was a
500-mile trip and Linda had decided to take a nap.  I have to admit that my
mom was right.  Linda did look adorable curled up on the back seat.  She
was even sucking her thumb as she slept.  If you asked me, I think she was
way too old to be sucking her thumb.  But who am I to complain, it would
give her plenty of practice for sucking other things in the months to come.

   I was in the back seat also.  It was a small car so there wasn't a ton
of room in the seat.  As a result, Linda's feet and lower legs were in my
lap.  Being this close to my sister was making my dick hard.  But then,
when wasn't my dick hard?  I was very tempted to covertly slide my hand up
the back of her dress and toy with her pussy while she slept.  Or, maybe
grab one of her legs and slide her calf up and down over the bulge in my
pants.

   I didn't dare do either one though.  My mother was pretty busy driving
so I probably could have gotten away without her noticing.  However, we had
an additional passenger; my Uncle Jay.  I still can't believe my mother
managed to talk him into accompanying us on the trip.  I had ordered her to
get him to come, but it still surprised me that she had succeeded.

   I apparently look just like my father who had originally turned Uncle
Jay into a sex slave many years back.  As a result, Uncle Jay is absolutely
petrified to be in the same house with me let alone a confined space like
the car.  He was sitting in the front passenger seat but he was constantly
peaking back at me via the mirror on his sun visor.

   My guess is that my mother had to bribe Uncle Jay with sex or something
like that.  It's also possible she just played on his love for her.  As
kids, the two had been forced to have sex with each other on numerous
occasions.  Somewhere in that process the two had fallen in love with each
other.  Even after their rescue, the two continued to have sex with each
other for many years until the shit hit the fan with Karen getting pregnant
with Linda.

   I don't know why, but it pissed me off that my mother loved Uncle Jay so
much.  I guess a psychiatrist would claim that I'm just jealous because I
lost my mother's love when I made her my slave.  It was a good tradeoff
though if you ask me.  And besides, eventually my mother will love me again
once she realizes that all the things I'm doing to her are for her own
good. I mean shit, she was living like a damn nun for God's sake.  I doubt
she had experienced a single climax since giving birth to Linda.  And now
look at her, she has earth shattering climaxes almost every day thanks to
me.

   As for Uncle Jay; I could give a shit that he loved my mother yet feared
and hated me.  Though, I wonder how strong that love will be once he
realizes she tricked him into entering my trap.  I never told my mother
what I had planned, but surely she knew I had something up my sleeve.  If
anything, Uncle Jay's hatred for me will make what I have to do even
easier.

   Despite how much fun it was to watch Uncle Jay squirm in the front seat,
the drive turned out to be a very long and boring one.  It was basically
wheat fields, wheat fields and, oh, more wheat fields.  Okay, there were
some corn fields also, but I think you get the general idea.  We didn't hit
the Topeka city limits until about 11 p.m.  By the time we found our hotel
it was just past midnight.

   I had tons of money thanks to Sandra and her inheritance, but I didn't
let my mother know that.  Instead, I made her and Uncle Jay pay for the
hotel.  To most, this little detail probably seems insignificant.  However,
that just shows you how much work being a master really is.  If I want to
humiliate my slaves then I really have to be thinking more than 5 minutes
ahead sometimes.  I had planned out the whole hotel arrangement more than
two weeks ago.

   First, I made sure the hotel was not a cheep one.  It wasn't the most
expensive hotel in the world but it was definitely outside my mother's and
Uncle Jay's price range.  Combined, they had the money to pay for a room
but it would mean serious budget cuts in other areas later.  As a result,
they got us just one room with two beds.  Uncle Jay of course tried to talk
my mom into going to a cheaper hotel but I had already warned her against
doing that.  I think we were in the room and getting ready for bed before
it fully dawned on her exactly how bad this single room arrangement was
going to be.

   "No one is sleeping on the floor," Karen said in response to Uncle Jay's
suggestion.  "We paid good money for this room and everyone should be
comfortable."

   Everyone, however, was far from comfortable sharing the room.  Well,
everyone except me.  Mom and Uncle Jay were especially uncomfortable. 
Uncle Jay took mother aside and they had a bit of an argument.  I just sat
back and smiled as I watched the two argue over what the sleeping
arrangements should be.

   With any other family, the logical thing to do would be to put the
mother and daughter in one bed and the uncle and nephew in the other.  I
knew that sure as hell wasn't going to happen.  While I ordered my mother
not to let anyone sleep on the floor, I didn't have to tell her how to
arrange us.  I knew that Uncle Jay would probably walk all the way back to
Colorado before he would get under the sheets with me.

   Sure enough, the fucking coward agreed to let Linda sleep with me
instead.  Can you believe that shit?  He is such a pussy that he would
rather have his own fucking daughter sleep with me than himself.

   I dog him out, but to be honest, it was a wise choice on his part.  Not
that he knew it, but had he slept with me that night I would have had him
sucking my dick the second I knew Linda was asleep.  I really don't
consider myself as bisexual or anything like that, but I know it would have
gotten me off hearing him whimper and cry as he sucked my dick.

   That is not to say that I didn't have some fun with Linda.

   "Please don't," Linda whispered to me.

   We were lying in bed trying to get to sleep as mom and Uncle Jay watched
TV.  Or at least they were pretending to watch TV.  In reality I know they
were just waiting for us to fall asleep.  Little did they know, the TV
worked to my advantage since it helped mask Linda's protests.

   They were pretty retarded if you ask me.  What did they think I was
going to do?  Jump up on my sister and start fucking her?  Of all people,
my mother should have known me better than that by now.  She knew full well
that I got off more by humiliating people.  And that is exactly what I was
doing to sis right under their eyes.

   While they were watching to make sure I didn't start humping her or some
shit, I had snaked one of my hands to the waist of my sister's nightgown
and was using my fingers to slowly work it upward.  Linda tried to ignore
it at first, but when the hem reached her knees she realized I didn't plan
to stop any time soon.

   "Please," she whimpered again.

   As a last ditch effort she rolled over in bed so that she was now facing
away from me.  This only made things worse for her.  Sure, I stopped
tugging her gown up for a few minutes, but that was only so I could run my
fingers back and forth over her cute little bum.

   I knew she wouldn't ask our mom for help.  I had the video footage of
her having sex with mom and she knew it.  As long as I didn't try anything
too drastic I knew she would just lie there and take it.  Hell, she hadn't
even threatened to tell on me.  I was always threatening to show our mother
those tapes if she didn't do this or that, so she knew I would do the same
thing here.

   This, however, was the first time I had really ever tried to do anything
directly to Linda.  In the past it was always making her do things like
wear the vibrating butterfly device all day or something like that.

   As my hand cupped her ass cheeks I could feel her shaking.  It was hard
to tell if she was scared, nervous or anxious to see what was going to
happen next.  I like to think it was a mix of all three.

   I felt her up like this for a good 5 minutes before I went back to
slowly tugging up her gown.  When her hem was dangerously close to reaching
her rump, she brought one of her hands back in an effort to fend me off. 
She couldn't really do much without getting mom's attention though.  About
all she could do was hold onto my wrist and try to pull it away.  She was
no match for me though and I just continued to tug it up.

   A few seconds later my dick lurched when I felt the hem of her gown
reach my fingertips.  Two seconds later my fingers were under her panties
and touching her bare skin for the first time.  I know this is going to
sound weird considering all the nasty things I've done to my mother and
stuff, but touching my sister's bare rump for the first time was probably
the single most exciting thing I have ever done in my life.  I'm not
kidding, I almost came right there.

   I let my fingers slide back and forth over her ass cheeks for at least
10 minutes.  It was the most erotic thing I had ever done.  It was like I
was blind and was using my hand to draw a picture of her ass in my mind.

   I think my sister might have been getting into it also.  Or, maybe she
just gave up resisting.  I'm not sure, but at about that 10-minute mark she
finally let go of my wrist and moved her hand back to her front again.

   Had she continued to hold my wrist I probably would have contented
myself with just rubbing her rump a few minutes more and then stopped.  But
letting go of my wrist like that told me I could go a little further.  So,
I did.

   First, I pushed her panties down her legs a little to get them out of
the way.  Then I just let my palm rest on both cheeks at the same time. 
After her trembling subsided a bit, I very slowly let my middle finger dip
down between her ass cheeks.  She was very sweaty, so I didn't have to
wiggle the finger much to get it to slide into her crack.

   I did stop temporarily when she brought one of her hands to her face. 
I'm not sure if she was hiding her blush or if maybe she was starting to
cry.  She didn't make any noise though so I continued.

   I never truly realized until then how small my sister really was.  Even
with my palm on her rump, my finger still ran not just over her rosebud and
taint but half way over her slit as well.  Granted, I do have pretty big
hands.

   I knew enough about girls by now to know that not all of that moisture I
felt was sweat.  At some level she was getting excited.  My guess is that
she didn't want to be excited and probably didn't even fully realize it,
but she was.

   I let my finger rest there for several minutes.  I hoped that her
excitement would get to her and she would start moving her hips or
something.  But that didn't happen.  So, I started wiggling my finger back
and forth a little.  As I did so I added a little pressure with my
fingertip.  Very slowly my fingertip made it's way into her cunt.  My
finger is pretty big compared to her so I'm sure it was a little painful.
Not that I got it very far into her.  I quickly ran into her cherry.

   I poked at her cherry a little bit but dared not pop it.  Jane had made
a lot of noise when she lost her cherry and I didn't want that happening
here with my mother and uncle only a few feet away.  Instead, I let my
finger slide half way out.  I then just let it sit there.

   We laid like that for what seemed like forever.  It was probably a good
30 minutes at least.  We were both so still that mom and Uncle Jay thought
we were asleep and turned the TV off and laid down themselves.

   Luckily, my mom turned the radio on.  Okay, maybe it wasn't luck. 
Earlier I gave my mom an order to have sex with my brother that night. 
This explained why I hadn't ended up sleeping in her bed.  Though, had she
been a little smarter she would have slept with me, then snuck her brother
into the bathroom for a quick fuck after everyone was asleep.

   Sometimes I wonder if she maybe fantasies about me fucking Linda.  I
guess though that she probably only chose not to sleep with me because she
knew I would probably fuck her; which of course I would have.  Even if she
could have contained her moans, the sound of my huge cock splashing around
in her cunt would have woken everyone up.

   The radio did a good job, but I could still hear them smooching and
moaning.  I could tell that my mother was really turned on.  Her cunt
started making very distinct sloppy sounds as her brother started to fuck
her.

   When I was sure they were well into their fuck, I slid over next to my
sister in the dark.

   "Can you hear them fucking," I whispered to her.

   She didn't reply of course.  However, at this close range I was able to
make out that Linda was no longer covering her face with her hand but
instead was biting on a couple of her fingers.

   I didn't know what to make of this at first.  I thought maybe I was
hurting her or something with my finger.  Her cunt felt too good though so
I decided not to remove it yet.  It was a good decision also.  A few
minutes later I realized that my fingertip was touching her hymen again. 
At first I thought I had subconsciously pushed it in or something. 
However, as I sat there I felt the finger slowly withdrawing.  I then
realized that my sister was humping my finger.  It was almost unnoticeable
at first, but she slowly increased her rhythm.

   You have no idea how I felt at that moment.  My sister was basically
giving herself up to me.  To this day, I don't know if it was me that got
my sister turned on that night or if it was the sounds and smells coming
from my mother's bed.

   It wasn't long and Linda was going full steam.  The penetration was
barely more than an inch but to her it probably felt like a mile.  I could
tell she was nearing a climax.  I wasn't going to let her off that easy
though.  She let out a small whimper as I pulled my finger away from her
cunt.  She humped at air a few times before she realized I didn't plan to
return it there.

   I waited a minute before I let my finger drop down again.  She
immediately started to hump at it but I didn't leave the tip at her hole
for but a few seconds.  Instead I bent my finger.  As I did so the tip left
the entrance to her cunt and slid downward over her taint.  She tried to
follow it but my palm on her ass prevented her from doing so.

   I'm sure she was very puzzled at first.  She caught on fast though as
the tip of my finger continued across her taint and then rested over her
rosebud.

   "No," she whimpered as I pressed downward with my finger.  Or at least I
think that is what she said.  It was so low that it was hard to tell for
sure.  It definitely sounded like a protest though.

   I didn't stop.  I had seen Jane and even Vee stick a finger up her butt
several times in the past.  Their fingers were nowhere near the size of
mine but I was confident she could handle it.  Her asshole gave a pretty
good fight.  It dueled with the tip of my finger for over 5 minutes before
I finally managed to pop it inside.  I could have just punched it in right
away but I'm sure she would have screamed in pain.  Instead, I had to poke
at it until she willingly surrendered it by loosening her ass muscles.

   I only got in about an inch though before she tightened up again.  Then,
it started all over again.  I would say about 20 minutes went by before I
managed to get in to about my 2nd knuckle.  I then just sat there with
about 3 inches of my finger up my sister's asshole.  The noises from the
adjacent bed were starting to fight with those coming from the radio.  It
was really getting to me and I think Linda as well.

   After a good 10 minutes of this, I started to fuck my sister's ass with
my finger.  My fingers are pretty thick and I could tell she was still in a
little bit of pain.

   "If you play with yourself it won't hurt as much," I whispered to her.

   She must have listened to me because a minute later I felt her hips
start to hump back on my finger.  This went on for at least 5 minutes
before she slowed.  I'm assuming she came because it was another 15 minutes
before she started humping again.  I was the one that stopped this time.  I
heard my uncle grunt as he came in my mother.  I knew it would just be a
minute or two before they settled down so I slowly rolled away from my
sister and removed my finger.

   I'm not sure, but I think I heard my sister begging for me to put my
finger back up her ass.  It was probably just my imagination though.

   My mother and uncle both cleaned up and used the restroom.  It was
getting extremely late so it didn't take but 30 minutes before I heard my
uncle snoring.  I'm pretty sure my mother was asleep also.  They never
turned the radio off though.  It wasn't on that high, I guess they figured
the music would help them sleep or something.  I didn't really care, I just
knew I had to cum soon or I would burst.

   I thought about getting my mother to suck me off but then I got a better
idea.

   "I'm going to the bathroom and jack off in the sink," I whispered to my
sister.  "When I come back I want you to get up and go into the bathroom
and clean it up."

   Linda didn't say anything.  Though, I doubt her silence was any kind of
acknowledgement that she wanted to perform the task.  My guess is that she
was just too embarrassed or shocked to reply.

   It had been almost a year since I had jacked off.  Well, I will jack off
on my moms face or something like that.  But I haven't done it alone for
ages.  With all the pussy at my disposal, jacking off just doesn't do it
for me anymore.  That said, I had absolutely no problem doing it this time.
All it took was a few strokes and I unloaded a torrent of cum into the
sink. Luckily, I had thought to shut the drain first.  I cum a lot and it
really pooled up good in the bottom of the sink.

   It wasn't until after I came that I realized I forgot to wash the finger
I had placed up my sister's ass.  Oh well, I thought as I turned the light
off and opened the door.  My uncle was still snoring away as I got back
into bed with sis.  She didn't move for 15 seconds or so.  Then, finally
she moaned in despair and got up.

   She entered the bathroom, closing the door behind her.  I never did ask
her how she cleaned the mess up.  I suspect that she just opened the drain
and then turned the faucet on.  However, I did notice that it was a good 7
minutes before I heard the faucet come on.  I have to wonder what she was
doing during those 7 minutes.  I guess I could just ask her but I'm afraid
of what the answer might be.  Even a master needs to have fantasies.  It
turns me on thinking that she went in there and used her fingers to spooned
all the cum out and eat it.

   "I hope you enjoyed that because you are going to get to do stuff like
that a lot more in the future," I whispered to her once she returned to
bed.

   She didn't reply; not even a moan.

   "There is something you forgot to clean though," I whispered again as I
brought my middle finger to her lips.

   4.

   I was proud of how much I accomplished that first night.  Not only did I
get to molest my sister a little, but thanks to mom I showed Linda that I
was not the only one doing sex things with their sister.  The next day I
noticed that Linda had a very hard time looking me in the eye without
blushing.  She had similar problems with mom and Uncle Jay.

   After breakfast, I think I surprised everyone when I said I wanted to
spend the day alone.  No one argued of course.  They tried to hide it, but
I could tell they were all overjoyed.  I think I confused them even more
when I asked to be dropped off at the local library.  If you haven't
figured it out already, I'm not what you might call a bookworm.  That day,
however, I spent several hours doing research.

   There were several things I researched, but one of the main things I did
was confirm what my mother had told me about her past.  I believed most of
her story but some of it didn't match up with things Vee told me.  For
example, my mother told me that my grandfather went to prison for having
sex with Uncle Jay.  Yet, Vee said she never seen anything in the news
about it.  Sure enough, as I looked back through the old newspapers I seen
nothing mentioned about a father going to jail for incest.  In fact, there
were a couple articles where my grandfather was quoted by reporters;
stating stuff like he was relieved they had been found and stuff like that.
It clearly was a lie, but the point is that the media was treating him like
a victim and not the offender.

   "Holy shit," I said when I seen another name mentioned.

   I said it a tad too loud and got some strange looks from people near by.
I just stared them down and then went back to reading the article.  The
name mentioned was "David" and according to the article it was one of
Karen's brothers.  For confidentiality, the article only referred to him by
first name, but they made it very clear what the relationship was with my
mother.  I just couldn't believe that I had another uncle that no one had
ever mentioned.

   I made a mental note to punish my mom at the first opportunity for both
lying to me and trying to cover up whatever it was that she was trying to
cover up about David.  That earliest opportunity would be Sunday.  We were
scheduled to be back in Colorado by late Saturday.  That kind of sucks
though since I already planned to punish her severely that day.

   She doesn't realize it yet but the "Hope Chest" game was not suspended
just because we are on a little trip.  I know she assumed that was the
case; I checked her purse and she hadn't even thought to bring the hidden
camera.  I thought to bring one, but she doesn't know that.  Our trip is
only going to last 4 days but I highly doubt she was able to earn all her
points in those first 3 days of the week.  My guess is that she didn't even
try on those days either.

   Anyway, I spent another hour or so reading through the newspapers for
various bits of info I needed.  I didn't find anything else on Bob or David
but then I didn't really need anything else on them.  I knew their last
names and could find them via the phone book.

   David showed up in the current phone book but I had to dig a lot deeper
to find Bob.  Bob's information was a lot sketchier, so I decided to track
him down first.  I grabbed a cab and went to his address only to discover
he moved out several years back.  Neighbors remembered the general area he
moved too but not his address.

   An address would have been nice but knowing what area to look in was
more than enough info.  There was one bit of information that both Vee and
my mom agreed on, and that was that Bob was a drunk.  So, I basically went
bar hoping in the area.  The cab driver found it kind of funny taking this
13-year-old kid from bar to bar.  Luckily for me, he knew where all of them
were; because I was starting to get a serious headache from looking shit
up.

   I found Bob at the 5th bar we went too.  The cab bill ended up being
just under $60 bucks; but I had several hundred on me so it was no big
deal. Not like it was my money.

   As predicted, Bob was already drunk as a skunk.  He was pretty reluctant
to talk to me until I offered to buy him a few drinks.  He became reluctant
again, however, when I mentioned I knew what he had done to his son, Jay.

   "What do you want from me," Bob said.  "I can't pay you anything."

   I never asked, but from the look of him, as well as the smell, I got the
distinct impression that he lived in the bar.  And when the bar wasn't open
he was either sleeping in a cardboard box somewhere or begging for change.

   "I don't want your money," I said.  "I just need you to take care of a
small problem for me.  In exchange you will get a nice place to stay and
all the booze you will need for the rest of your life."

   This definitely caught his attention.  Despite the offer, he was still a
little reluctant after I laid my plan out to him.  He only had to think
about it for a few minutes though before he finally agreed to the proposal.


   I will come back to what that plan was later.  Now, however, I need to
tell you what happened when I showed up at David's house.  Unlike Bob, I
had no clue what to expect when I approached David's house.  I wasn't even
sure why I was there.  All I knew was that my mother, as well as everyone
else in the family, had clearly disowned David for some reason.  Why else
would they have never told me about him?

   I stood at the door for over a minute debating if I should even ring the
bell.  I mean, what would you do?  David could have been a drooling retard
for all I knew.  Or worse, he could have been a killer psychopath.  For a
moment it dawned on me that he could be my father also.  Maybe Robert never
really died.  Maybe Robert was just a fictitious character that my mom made
up to cover the fact that David had been the one that put her, Jay and
their mom into sexual slavery.

   That thought only lasted a minute though.  Vee had no reason to go along
with such a story.  Plus, I clearly remembered reading several articles
earlier where they stated they found Robert's body.

   My mind was put even further at ease when I finally got the balls to
ring the door bell and this skinny guy answered.  He clearly was not the
"master" type if you know what I mean.

   "Are you Dav..." I started to ask.

   "Oh my God!" David interrupted.  "Is that really you master?"

   I didn't know how to reply.  I just stood there.

   "How did you get so young?" he continued with a very puzzled look on his
face.

   It was then that I realized this guy was not playing with a full deck.
It was also clear, however, that my father, Robert Senior, had at one time
made David his slave also.  Or at least that is what I guessed.  My mom
told me I look a lot like my father so I can't imagine David thought I was
someone else.  And he did say "master".  What are the odds that I would
look like yet a different person that happened to make David his slave? 
Pretty damn slim I would think.

   But still, I'm only fucking 13 years old.  David was definitely a mental
case to actually confuse me with my father.  But what the hell, I figured I
might as well use it.

   "Did you just ask me a fucking question?" I snapped back at him.

   "I'm sorry master, it's just that...  I'm sorry," he said as he backed
into the house in order to allow me room to enter.

   I think he actually had figured out his mistake already.  But I had
gotten my foot in the door and wasn't going to let him off the hook so
easy. I may be pretty new to this whole "master" thing but I know a total
submissive when I see one.  I knew I could get him to do anything I wanted
regardless of if he thought I was truly his Robert or not.

   I closed the door behind me as I entered.  I then just stood there
looking angrily at him.  He had this kind of deer lost in the headlights
look to him.  I think he was trying to find a way of correcting his initial
mistake in my identity.

   "Is this how you fucking greet your master?" I growled after a moment.

   I honestly had no clue how my father had trained this guy.  But if he
was anything like Vee or myself then I figured he had some kind of greeting
ritual.  For a brief moment I was scared the greeting might involve a kiss
or some faggot lovey dovey shit like that.  Thankfully, it didn't.  David
quickly started disrobing.  I noticed he wiped away tears at least twice. I
wondered if they were tears of joy or sorrow.  Once he was fully naked he
got down and assumed his slave pose.

   I smiled down at him.  He probably read it as my approval of his
actions. But in reality I was smiling at how my father and I apparently
thought so much alike.  The slave pose David currently was in was the exact
same one I always made my mother assume.  I tried to think back on whether
the pose had been completely my idea or if it was something my mother had
volunteered.  Or maybe I saw it in a video.  I couldn't remember for sure
though.

   David was still giving me that, "I know you are not really my master",
look.  I had no ambition of maintaining the illusion that I was my father.
However, I was definitely going to make it clear to this faggot that I was
indeed his master.

   I slowly disrobed in front of him.  His eyes got big when he seen my
huge cock come into sight.  He apparently remembered more than just my
father's face.  It was funny watching his mind try to work it all out.  He
would glance from my dick to my face and then back again.  A similar face
was one thing, but to sport similarly huge dicks was too much of a
coincidence for his weakened mind to fully grasp.

   Once naked I walked over to the couch and sat down.  I made sure I
brought my belt with me just in case he needed some correction later.

   "You know what to do faggot," I said as I leaned back and relaxed.

   If you haven't figured out already, the idea of "making love" to another
guy really doesn't cut it for me.  However, dominating this guy was really
turning me on.  As David crawled over to me I started to realize why my
father had switched to primarily guys as he got older.  It was one thing to
make a girl suck your cock but man, it was a real power trip making David
do it.  David was a fully trained slave even.  I could only imagine how it
felt to make a reluctant untrained male slave to suck you off.

   As David sucked me off I could tell I definitely was NOT going where no
man had gone before.  His blow job was even better than my mom's and I
didn't think that was humanly possible.  It didn't take me long and I was
shooting my load.  A lot of it went straight down his throat, but as my
climax reached its end he pulled back and gathered the remainder in his
mouth.  I could feel his tongue toying with the sperm as he waited for my
dick to drain the last dregs into his mouth.  It really didn't do anything
for me, but who was I to argue with whatever tradition my father had
started with this slave.

   After a minute, however, it was starting to turn my stomach a little so
I gave him permission to swallow.

   "Not yet," I said when he started to remove my dick from his mouth.

   He didn't argue, he just sucked the head of my dick back into his mouth.
He did look a bit confused since my dick was continuing to get softer and
not harder.

   "Here it comes," I said.

   I didn't have to tell him what was coming.  I could tell by the
humiliation in his eyes that he knew damn well what was coming.  He teared
up a little but he didn't dare remove his mouth; a few seconds later he was
rapidly guzzling my piss.  I didn't take it easy on him either.  I just let
it rip at full speed until I was empty.  What did I care if he got piss all
over his carpet?  I didn't have to live here.  To my amazement he actually
managed to chug it all down.  None of it even came out of his nose.

   When I was done I pulled my dick from his mouth and then waited to see
if he would run to the bathroom to throw up or something.  But he didn't.
He just sat back in his slave pose like a good little faggot.  I could hear
his stomach protesting, however, from the sudden large deposit.  I let him
suffer like that for a couple minutes before I gave him permission to go to
the bathroom to clean up.  I have no doubt he probably threw up the second
he got there.

   I don't know why, but a very sick part of me kind of wanted to stick my
head into the bathroom just to see him do it.  Okay, maybe that didn't
sound right.  I definitely wouldn't get my jollies by watching someone
throw up, but it would have turned me on knowing that I had made him
perform an act so revolting to him that it resulted in him throwing up.  I
hope that makes sense.

   Instead I decided to take a little tour of his house.  As a minimum, I
was hoping of maybe finding a photo of my father so I would know what he
looked like.  I didn't find any photos though.  I did, however, find
something much more interesting.

   5.

   I was standing in the bedroom doorway when David returned from the
bathroom.  David didn't look as green, so I'm pretty sure that he did
indeed throw up.

   As I stood there looking at what I had found, I just couldn't think of
what to say.  So, I just stated the obvious.

   "Um, David," I said as he approached.  "Um, you have a naked man chained
to your bed."

   I turned back to David again when he didn't reply.  He just stood there
looking at me as though having a naked man chained up in your bedroom was a
perfectly normal thing.  I'm not shitting you.  He actually gave me this
puzzled look as though I was the one off my rocker for being surprised to
see such a thing.

   David began to get a worried look on his face as I stared him down.

   "Y...you're not mad are you, master?" David finally said.  "I thought
you would be happy that I captured him again."

   He was still talking to me as though I was my father, but there was a
fakeness to his words that made it clear he no longer actually believed it
to be the case.  I stared at him waiting for some kind of clarification,
but none came.

   "Why would I be happy?" I finally asked.

   "Don't you recognize him?" David replied.  "It's Joseph, my brother. 
I'm sorry I wasn't able to capture the entire family again, but I just
don't have the space or the means to keep that many slaves.  I can barely
handle just one slave.  You had me pop Joseph's cherry so I figured you
would be pleased the most if I took him.  Did I do wrong?"

   It takes a lot to surprise me these days.  However, I was kind of
speechless at David's confession.  Not only had I found an uncle I didn't
know I had, but in the process had found Uncle Joey whom everyone assumed
had run away from home.

   I looked back at Joseph.  I had seen photos of him in the past but never
really paid them much mind.  After all, he disappeared when I was only
about three years old.  I concentrated on his face but it didn't spark any
memories of the pictures.  Granted, the pictures had been taken over 10
years ago.  I did remember that Joseph was my mother's twin.  While
obviously not identical, I did see some minor resemblances here and there.

   "No, you didn't do wrong," I said when I turned back to David again.

   What was I going to say?  David wasn't playing with a full deck and the
last thing I was going to do is piss him off.  I'm a pretty strong kid, but
I'm still a kid.  David could probably take me if he actually got the balls
to do so.  Despite this, I decided to go out on a limb.

   "Listen David," I said.  "We both know I'm not the same Robert that
trained you.  My name is Robert, but I'm his son."

   "You're Karen's kid?" David replied as it finally dawned on him why I
looked so much like his master.

   "Listen faggot, I may not be the Robert you knew but I'm definitely
still your fucking master," I suddenly yelled at him.  "Got that?!"

   "Yes...  yes, master," David trembled.

   As I figured, David was nothing but a big pussy.  My father had trained
him so well that David seemed to be lost without him.  He probably figured
that I may not be his original master, but I would make a good substitute.

   "I plan to take over where my father left off," I told him.  "Have you
kept track of any of the other slaves?"

   "You...  I mean, your father never told me who any of the other slaves
were, master," David replied.

   I could tell David was telling me the truth.  However, there was a
scared look in his eye that told me he might not be telling me the entire
truth.  It then dawned on me that it would be in his best interests if I
didn't find the other slaves.  It would mean more time away from him.

   "Now, why can't your sister be more like you?" I said with a smile.

   He didn't understand the inside joke of course.  It was true though. 
David was nothing like my mother.  David had reached a point in his
training where he not only craved being dominated but actually depended on
it to give his life meaning.  While I enjoy furthering my mother's
training, a part of me couldn't wait until the day when she reached this
point as well.  Only then would she truly see my vision for her.  And she
would thank me for it.

   "Out with it," I finally told him.  "What aren't you telling me?"

   David was fucking pathetic.  He didn't even try to lie to me.  I mean
shit, he could have at least waited until I threatened him before spilling
the beans.  Being in the same room with him gave me mixed feelings.  It
turned me on that this once normal person had been broken down to this
frightened sex slave.  However, at the same time his now total weakness
made me sick.  Well, sick isn't the right word.  I think angry would better
fit the feeling.  It was a very odd mix of emotions, kind of like I wanted
to bend him over and fuck him, yet whip the skin off his back while I did
it.  Know what I mean?  Okay, maybe you don't.  Don't ask me to explain it
any better than that though, I'm not sure I understand it myself.

   "I'm sorry master," David said, shaking in fright.  "They are worthless
without the password.  I honestly didn't think you would want them."

   As he begged for forgiveness, a small stream of piss leaked from his
flaccid dick.  I just shook my head in disgust as the piss ran down his leg
and pooled around his foot on the hardwood floor.  My disgust was more with
him than the pool of piss.  I made a mental note to have him suck the piss
off the floor later.

   "What is worthless?" I asked.  "Other than yourself."

   "The files, master," he replied.  "The ones you...  your father left
me."

   I followed him into his bedroom.  I watched as he grabbed a hammer from
his dresser and started to pull up boards from his hardwood floor.

   "I hid them under the floor," he said.

   "No shit?  I thought it was just time for you afternoon workout," I
thought to myself.  What I wanted to do was ask what the fuck he was doing
with a hammer in his damn dresser.  When he pulled that out I have to admit
that it kind of worried me.

   As he worked on the boards I glanced over at Joseph.  His right ankle
was tore up pretty bad from the chain that was attached to it.  I looked at
his other ankle but it was unmarked.  David was such a dipshit that it
never occurred to him to rotate the chain from time to time to prevent
injury.  I was amazed Joseph hadn't died years ago from infections and
shit.

   Other than the chain marks there didn't seem to be any fresh wounds. 
His body was riddled with old whip scares, but other than that there didn't
seem to be any permanent damage.  So, at least I knew David wasn't using
the hammer or any other tools on the guy.  In fact, Uncle Jay had similar
whip scares so it is very possible most of the ones Uncle Joey had were
from before his time with David.

   That said, I could tell the past 10 years had not been easy on Joseph.
He looked pretty worn down.  My mother wasn't even in her thirties yet, but
her twin looked like he was going on 50.  He was very pale and looked like
you could knock him over with a feather.  He was currently in a slave
pose...  kneeling with his knees wide apart and his hands laced behind his
head.  He looked like he was going to pass out at any second, but he still
managed to hold his pose.

   "Don't you feed him?" I asked as David fished several DVD cases out from
under the floor.

   "Of course, master," he replied.  "He gets at least 3 loads of cum a
day."

   "You haven't fed him anything but cum for the last 10 years?" I asked in
shock.

   "Well, I also feed him piss and sh..."

   "Forget I asked," I interrupted.

   Becky and David probably would have made the perfect couple.  I wondered
if all former slaves like them made such vicious, sick masters.  I would
have to keep a closer eye on Sandra.

   "I kept all of them just like your father told me," David said as he
brought out the final DVD case.  "He said he would pick them up some day,
but he never came."

   The stack of DVD cases was at least 3 feet tall.  There had to be at
least 1,000 DVDs.

   "Let's take a look at one," I said as I walked toward a computer desk at
the other side of the room.

   "We can't, master," David replied.  "Like I said earlier, they are all
encrypted.  You need a password to look at them and I don't have it."

   I sat down and turned the computer on anyway.  I was pretty sure David
wasn't lying to me but you never know.  I had him grab a DVD from one of
the cases at random.  All that was written on it was a date.  The date
seemed to be around the same time that my mother was probably his sex
slave.

   I popped it into the machine and waited for the computer to try to
recognize it.  Sure enough, the computer popped up a menu of the contents.
There was only one file on the disk though; and it was a zip file.  I
clicked on the file but knew already what was going to happen.  Sure
enough, an empty password box popped up.

   "Hmm," I said as I leaned back in the chair and tried to imagine what
the password might be.

   As I sat there I let my eyes roam around the room.  I didn't really
expect anything in the room to help me come up with an answer; it is just
something I do sometimes to help me think.  This time, however, I did see
something.  As my eyes passed over the stack of CD cases I noticed
something about them.  They were all identical.

   "Open one of the other cases," I told David.  "In fact, open them all
and give me one DVD from each."

   "Holy shit, he created them all at the same time," I said once I looked
at the DVDs he handed me.

   "I don't understand, master," David replied.

   "Look, at the DVDs," I explained.  "They are all the same brand.  The
dates on some of them go back more than 20 years but the same exact color
pen was used and the hand writing is absolutely identical."

   David still looked puzzled.

   "Why the fuck am I bothering to try to explain this too you anyway," I
said when it was clear he wouldn't catch on any time soon.  "Get on the bed
and suck your slave's asshole or something."

   As David got on the bed, Joseph automatically got on all fours.  It was
then that I noticed that he had a huge dildo shoved up his ass.  David
reached out and yanked the huge thing from Joseph's asshole.  Luckily for
my stomach, the dildo came out pretty clean.  David dropped it on the bed
and then pressed his face between his slave's ass cheeks.

   "Quietly!" I said when David started making very loud sucking and
licking sounds.

   It was kind of funny watching this so called "master" being made to eat
his own slave's asshole.  Not that David was a true master by any stretch
of the imagination.  He had Joseph as a slave for 10 years now and yet
still had to keep him chained.  That is pretty fucking pathetic if you ask
me.

   I could only watch the spectacle so long, however.  So I turned back
toward the computer and tried to focus on the problem at hand.

   I had to hand it to my father.  He was one dedicated motherfucker.  I
often have my mother tell me stories about her training.  I distinctly
remember her stating that he stored everything on tapes.  She definitely
said "tapes" and not "DVDs".  It must have taken him months to convert all
those tapes to DVDs.  Hell, it probably took a week just to do the zip
compressions on that many files.

   I also remember that my mother said she and Uncle Jay had run away
thinking that once the cops showed up, Robert and Vee would take off and
never return.  But that is not what happened.  My father had stuck around
for months waiting on word of their whereabouts.  I bet he made all these
DVDs during that time period.  While the DVDs certainly made running
easier, it wasn't a very legit excuse why he would take such a chance by
sticking around.  No, there had to be another reason he didn't run.

   "Welts," I whispered as I turned back to look at Joseph.

   Joseph and Jay both had welts all over their bodies from their time with
Becky and my father.  Grandma Beth always tried to hide them, but it was
clear she had them as well.  So, why didn't my mother have them?

   I turned back to the computer and typed in, "Karen".  The software began
to uncompress the file and I started to pat myself on the back.  However,
when it reached the end of the decompression nothing came up but an error
box saying I gave the wrong password.

   "Fuck!  Why did it have to make me wait 5 minutes before it figured that
shit out?" I yelled.

   I swear, sometimes computers do the stupidest things.  It took me a
minute to calm down.  I felt like bashing my fist through the screen.  It
wasn't just the 5 minutes that pissed me off.  It was the knowledge that
every wrong answer I give would take another fucking 5 minutes.  I could be
here forever.  Though, I guess that was the whole point of encrypting them
like this.

   I paced the room a few times trying to think what else the password
might be.  I knew my father wouldn't have just put in random numbers and
letters.  The password would have to be something he would always remember;
something meaningful.  I tried to think what possibly could have been on
his mind when he made these DVDs.  However, everything kept pointing me
back toward my mother.  It then dawned on me that "Karen" was a pretty
short password.  He had to know that someone would probably think to use
the family members' names.  Like any password, it would have to be a secret
he had; something that no one would ever expect of him.

   "It couldn't be," I said to myself when something came to mind.

   I typed in what I thought it was but 5 minutes later I got the same
error.  Confident I was on the right track, I grabbed a piece of paper and
wrote down as many variations as I could think of and then started typing
each one in.  I gave a sigh of relief when the file finally opened on the
5th try.

   My father died before I was born and I had never even seen a photo of
him.  Yet, at that moment I felt closer to him and I understood him better
than I think anyone else ever had.  I didn't cry, but it was close.

   David had a cigarette lighter on the computer table so I picked it up
and held it under the sheet of paper I had written on.  Before setting the
sheet of paper on fire, I read the password one last time...  "ILOVEKAREN".

   6.

   I didn't get back to the hotel until 7 p.m.  that night.  I arrived just
minutes before everyone else showed up at the room.  It really pissed me
off when no one bothered to ask how I got back.  They obviously hadn't even
bothered to stop by the library to see if I was ready to come back to the
hotel.  Maybe they hoped I would get lost or end up in a ditch somewhere.

   They at least hadn't eaten dinner without me.  I made sure we ate in the
hotel's diner, which pressed my mother's and Uncle Jay's finances even
further.  Well, actually I made sure my mother made sure we ate there.  I
got a kick out of how something as simple as money caused so much friction
between my mother and her so-called lover.  They didn't yell at each other
but it was clear that all the spending was upsetting my uncle.

   As we ate, we all made polite dinner conversation.  I asked what they
did all day.  Linda went into a long description of all the cool things
they had done.  I'm not kidding; she was really excited.  Who knew Topeka
was such a cool place?  Of course, no one bothered to ask me how my day
was. It's just as well, I would have had to lie to them anyway.

   I asked what the plan was for the next day.  Again, Linda got excited
and started talked about how they planned to visit the capital building and
something about a long underground tunnel or some shit that connected it to
an adjacent building.  I didn't really care what was planned, I just wanted
to have a little secret fun with them.  I waited until Linda paused for a
breath and then jumped in.

   "Are we going to meet any other relatives?" I asked.

   "What do you mean," my mother asked.

   "Don't we have other relatives that live in this area?" I said.

   "N...no, we all moved to Colorado," she replied.

   I didn't press her any further on the subject.  I just smiled on the
inside.  I would let her get away with this lie to me.  I had even decided
I wouldn't even point it out to her come Sunday.  No, this would be a lie
that I would let her maintain.  There was no need to punish her for it; she
had just punished herself.  Had she fessed up to the existence of David and
we actually went to see him, then they probably would have been able to
save their brother, Joseph.  As God as my witness, I wouldn't have
interfered either.  I had already Fedexed all the DVDs to Sandra's house in
Colorado...  so, why would I give a shit what they did with David or
Joseph?

   I would be kidding myself, however, if I said I wasn't glad my mother
had lied to me.  This gave me some good ammo for down the road.  There will
come a day when my mother is on the very brink of being fully broken as a
sex slave.  I will save this little nugget of information for that day. 
She will break knowing that it was her lie to me that sealed her brother's
fate.

   The only thing I hated about this plan was that I now couldn't ask her
why they never turned David in.  I guessed it was probably the same reason
they didn't actually turn in their father.  Maybe they were just trying to
protect them?  Though, I can't imagine anyone wanting to protect that
drunken father of theirs.  More likely, it all came down to embarrassment
and shame.  I wouldn't be surprised if Grandma Beth didn't even know what
her husband had done to their son, Jay.  It was probably a secret that only
Jay and my mother shared.  Well, that is until I forced it out of her.

   That night turned out to be just as fun as the one prior.  Actually, it
turned out to be better.  I slipped some crushed up sleeping pills into my
mother and uncle's drinks about an hour before we planned to go to bed. 
They got tired pretty fast, but the pills were not strong enough to
actually knock them out.  They managed to fight the effects until they
thought Linda and I were asleep.  Then, they quickly laid down and started
snoring.

   I waited about 15 minutes then turned one of the lamps on low and made a
lot of noise to see if they would wake up; they didn't.  They may have been
dead to the world, but Linda was wide-awake.  I had been strumming her
pussy through her nightgown for the past 30 minutes.  I could feel a large
wet spot on her gown, so I know she was getting into the mood.

   "Oh!" Linda let out when I suddenly yanked the covers off the both of
us.

   I'm not sure if she was surprised by the removal of the cover or the
fact that I already had my hard dick sticking out of my pajamas.  Man, what
I wouldn't have given to be able to read her mind right then.  The room was
dimly lit, but from what I could tell she looked scared shitless that I
might try to fuck her or something.  Yet, she also seemed excited to get to
look at my dick again.

   I scooted up in the bed until I was sitting with my back against the
headboard.  I grabbed one of her arms and tugged her toward the headboard
as well.  She took the hint and sat up against it.  Once she was in
position I let go of her arm and moved my hand to my dick.  I then started
to masturbate.  She looked on in awe for a moment.  About a minute later,
however, I think her mind finally caught up with what was going on and what
she was doing, because she suddenly blushed and turned her head away.

   In prior months she had seen me do some pretty nasty things with my mom,
but I could tell that she realized this was different.  Now it was just her
and I.

   "You do it also," I calmly told her.

   Her eyes got big and she quickly shot her nearest hand to her chest. 
She held it tight to her chest with her other hand as though I had just
burned it with a torch or something.  It was clear that she thought I was
telling her to play with my cock.  That thought had crossed my mind also,
but I wanted to stretch out her humiliation a bit.  You know, make her go
just a little bit further each night.

   "No, do it to yourself," I explained.

   She blushed deeply, but didn't seem that scared anymore.  She hesitated
for a moment then reached down and pulled her gown upward.  She didn't pull
it up far enough to expose herself though.  She only got it high enough
that she could snake her right hand underneath and toy with herself.

   She looked pretty rigid as she sat there.  You know, kind of like she
was a robot or something.  I could tell she was only going through the
motions because I had ordered it.  Several minutes went by like that and I
was starting to get bored.  Right when I was trying to think of something
else for us to do, I seen her start to nibble on her lower lip.  This gave
her away.  She doesn't always bite her lip when she's excited, but she very
seldom bites it when she isn't excited.

   I also noticed she was trying to sneak glances at my exposed cock.  She
didn't know I had drugged mom and Uncle Jay, so most of her attention was
still in their direction.  It's possible that her fear of being caught was
what was really holding her back.  I guess I should have told her about the
sleeping pills, but I kind of liked seeing her squirm.

   Besides, thanks to Jane, Vee, Sandra and mom's nightly peep shows, Linda
was turning into a real slut.  She did a good job of hiding it, but once
you got her dam leaking a little bit it wasn't long before that wall of
stone always came tumbling down.

   I know I talk a lot about planning things out far in advance.  However,
I hadn't really done that in this case.  All I knew was that I wanted to
see her masturbate.  As far as I know, it was the first time she had ever
done it.  But you never know with sluts like her.

   She definitely knew the right places to touch though, because it wasn't
long and she really loosened up and I could see her hand speeding up under
her gown.  I didn't want her to cum, yet, so I decided to take her
humiliation up a notch.

   Her hand came to a sudden stop when she felt my hand grab the hem of her
gown and tug it up further.  The hand she had been using to strum herself
suddenly rotated and grabbed the edge of the gown in an effort to keep
herself covered.  Deep down I think the slut actually wanted to expose
herself, because she didn't hold onto the gown that hard.  It took very
little effort to get it over her hips.  For a moment I thought about
completely taking the thing off so I could see her breasts as well.  But I
decided to save that for another night and stopped when I reached her belly
button.

   She turned her hand again and used her palm to cover her cunt.  I swear,
I just don't understand girls sometimes.  I mean, I've seen the thing on
tapes already.  Hell, she humped my damn finger with it just the other
night.  So, what was the big deal about letting me get a live view of it?

   It's okay though, because I got to see something even better.  A few
seconds after I had pulled the gown up I seen her eyes begin to get moist.
A minute after that she was using her spare hand to wipe away tears.  I
can't tell you how hard that made me.  I had to stop stroking my dick to
keep from cumming.

   My impending climax, however, did give me an idea.  Okay, it actually
gave me several ideas.  Most, however, involved cumming on my sister, which
was going a bit too far.  I'm sure she would have sat there and took it,
but the resulting mess would have stained the sheets and her gown... 
something that my mother and uncle would have noticed the next day.

   Instead, I thought of something nastier, yet cleaner.

   "Hand me that empty wine glass," I whispered to my sister.

   Like I said, it was a pretty expensive hotel.  There were two wine
glasses on the nightstand between the beds.  They were pretty fancy also.
They where tall and skinny...  maybe a foot tall and 1.5-inches across at
most.  Half of the height, however, was just the stem.  They looked very
delicate.  They even had the hotel's logo etched into the glass.  They
looked very expensive but they probably bought them in volume and only cost
them a few bucks.  I bet it wouldn't cost the customer only a few bucks
though if you happened to break one.

   Linda looked a little confused but did as she was told.  I noticed her
hand was shaking as she held the glass out for me.  When I took it from her
I also noticed she had transferred some of her tears to it via her hand. 
It was very tempting to lick them off, but I know it would have made me
look pretty callous in her eyes and right now I needed to play big brother
for her.

   I laid the glass on the nightstand that was on my side of the bed and
Linda went back to wiping her tears away.  I let her sob like that for
another minute then reached out with my nearest hand and put it around her
shoulder.

   "Shhh...  it's okay," I said as I pulled her toward me.

   She got very stiff but allowed herself to be moved against my side. 
Once there I used my palm to push her head even closer.  I'm certain she
thought I was probably going to make her suck my dick, but she still didn't
put up much of a fight.  She even turned her body slightly in order to
allow me to place the side of her face against my chest.  The new angle
made it hard for her to keep her hand over her crotch so she removed it. 
However, she bent her upper leg at and angle to take over the job of
concealment.

   I noted that she placed that free hand on my thigh in preparation to
struggle if I tried to push her head to my dick.  I had no plans of doing
so, however.  I just hugged her to me and stroked her hair.  It would have
been a very tender moment had it not been for my dick constantly lurching
just a foot or so away from her face.  What can I say, it has a mind of
it's own.  I tried to settle the beast down a little but Linda's tears
running down my chest and stomach made that pretty impossible.

   I held her like that for a long while.  As I did so I constantly
whispered in her ear.  I can't remember everything I said.  Most of it was
just words of comfort; telling her not to cry and that everything was going
to be fine.

   It was really erotic holding my sister close like that.  The really nice
thing about the new position was that Linda now had her face pointed right
at my crotch.  If she opened her eyes she had no choice but to look at my
dick.  Not only that, but she knew the angle prevented me from actually
seeing her stare at it.  Or at least that is what she thought.  What she
failed to take into consideration was the mirror across the room.

   Even with the lamp on, the mirror's reflection was still too dim to make
out any extreme detail.  However, I could definitely tell my sister's eyes
were open.  She was staring very intently at my dick as though she was
trying to etch the image into her brain.  It wasn't long and she started to
loosen up in my grip.  I also noticed her tears had stopped.

   She froze up again when I brought my free hand to my dick and started
playing with it again.  She loosened back up again after a moment though.
Like any slut, the sight of my dick was really getting to her.  Less than 3
minutes had passed and she was already started to rubber her bent leg back
and forth in a sort of semi-covert masturbation.

   I let this go on for another 5 minutes.  Then I pulled her away from my
chest and back into a sitting position next to me.  She kept her body
slightly angled, however.  I think she wanted me to think she maintained
the angle just to help hid her sex, but I'm pretty sure she just wanted an
excuse to keep her face pointed toward my dick.  She knew I could probably
see her looking at my dick, but she was too excited to look away now.

   "I've seen it before," I reminded her as I reached down and put my hand
on her bent knee.

   She only resisted for a moment before she relaxed her muscles and let me
lift her knee.  She didn't start crying again, but she did blush deeply
when her sex came into view.  Her muscles tightened for a few seconds when
her knee reached the 90-degree mark.  I didn't stop, however, and kept
pushing until her legs were wide open.

   I was very surprised that she did not cover her cunt with her hand.  I
know she was definitely thinking about it though.  Her hand kept inching
that way but she kept holding it back.  I guess she was just trying to
reward me with a peak since I was letting her look at my dick.  I suppose
that it is also possible the slut was hoping I would finger her like the
night before.  I had something better in mind though.  Well, better for me
anyway.

   Before moving forward with my new plan, I just sat there and took in her
beauty.  Her bald pussy looked so innocent.  The angle of her legs forced
her cunt lips to open slightly and you could easily see the shine of her
arousal.

   I could have sat there all night looking at her naughty little pussy,
but I needed to move on.  So, I reached up and grabbed her hand.  I then
pulled it down until it was on her cunt.  Once there I moved my own hand
away and then onto my own sex.

   She watched me very intently as I played with my dick.  At first, she
only used her hand to cover her cunt.  It wasn't long, however, before I
noticed her starting to move it up and down and side to side slightly.

   "That's it, play with that dirty cunt," I whispered to her.

   She blushed but didn't stop.  I'm not sure if she would have stopped
even if my mother had woken up.

   "Yeah, show me what a nasty little girl you are," I said a minute later
when she finally exposed her pussy and started strumming her clit.

   When I felt she was too excited to stop, I reached over and grabbed the
wine glass.  I then brought it to my waist and pressed the mouth hard
against the tip of my dick.  She looked pretty shocked but like I
suspected, she didn't stop playing with herself.

   It only took me a few strokes with my free hand to climax.  Linda made a
small jump back in surprise when my cum suddenly shot into the glass.  The
glass made small popping sounds as it filled with cum and the air was
forced out the sides.  I cum a lot and started to get scared I might
overflow the glass.  Last thing I needed was cum all over the bed or
myself. Luckily, my climax stopped when the glass was only about 3/4s full.
It was still a shit load of cum though and I had to angle it to keep it
from spilling when I removed it from my dick.

   Linda was really staring intently at it too.  I even seen her lick her
lips once, which made me wonder if she had not indeed eaten the cum I had
shot into the sink the night before.  I let her stare at my deflating cock
and the glass full of cum for over a minute.  By then she was seriously
getting into the mood.  She was even dipping the tip of her finger into her
cunt from time to time as she played with herself.

   When I felt she was only minutes from her climax I turned back to my
nightstand and pulled the straw from a soda I had been drinking prior to
going to bed.  Linda looked on in confusion and then disgust as I brought
the straw toward the wine glass and then placed it inside.

   "Show me what a slut you are," I said as I brought the glass toward her
face.

   She crinkled up her nose in revulsion.  I also noticed she stopped
rubbing herself.

   "You don't have to drink it if you don't want," I whispered once I
realized I might have pushed her a little too far.  "Just put the straw in
your mouth and imagine you are drinking it.  Can you do that for me?"

   For a moment I thought she was going to start crying again; but she
managed to control herself.  She didn't nod her head or say anything to the
agreement.  However, she did protest either, so I moved the glass closer
until the straw entered her mouth.

   Her face turned red and she closed her eyes in embarrassment as I held
the glass there looking down at her.  For a normal girl, this would have
pretty much ruined the mood for the night.  Not for Linda though.  All it
took was a couple minutes and the little whore was already masturbating
again.  She kept her eyes closed but her hand was going full speed.

   My guess is that she was trying to fantasize about something.  Maybe it
was my dick, maybe my mom's pussy...  who knows?  I didn't let her escape
the moment though.  I kept whispering to her.

   "That's a good girl."

   "Can you smell that cum?"

   "Just imagine that cum going down your throat."

   It was really hot watching her like that.  I could tell I was seriously
embarrassing her with my comments, yet she was so near her climax that she
just couldn't stop herself.

   My dick started to get hard again when I seen the cum very slowly
working it's way up the straw.  I couldn't believe it, my sister was
sucking the cum into the straw.  The suction was so minor that it most
likely was just involuntary, but it was still hot seeing it make it's way
toward her lips.

   The cum was only half way up the straw when her climax finally hit.  And
believe me, there was absolutely no doubt that she was having a climax. 
Her lower body started quivering and her hips even left the mattress for a
moment.  I don't know if it was on purpose or not, but at the peak of her
climax I seen the cum suddenly shoot up the straw and into her mouth.  I
expected her to immediately spit it back out, but she didn't.  As her
climax subsided, she opened her eyes in shock and removed the straw from
her mouth, but she didn't spit.  As I pulled the glass away, I noticed that
a good inch of the cum was missing.  So, she had a good mouth full of the
stuff...  assuming she hadn't already swallowed it.

   She kept her mouth closed tight so I was pretty sure most of it was
still in there.  She also looked very anxious to get up to go to the
bathroom.  I held her still though.

   "Wait a minute," I said.  "I think I seen mom move."

   As we sat there, I placed my mouth near her ear and whispered to her
some more.

   "You're going to be my little slut from now on aren't you?"

   "Yep, you and mommy have a lot in common."

   I'm pretty sure she wanted to deny it but she couldn't with her mouth
full.  I let her savor the flavor of my cum for about two minutes before I
let her go to the bathroom.  As she got up I gave her the glass so she
could clean it out.  She put on a good act, but I think she really wanted
to eat the cum.  She just didn't want me to watch her do it.  My guess is
that she swallowed the second the bathroom door closed.  It wouldn't
surprise me if she drank what was in the glass also.  Who knows though,
maybe it was all in my head and she really wasn't a slut.  Even if so, I
think even she realized by now that that would change in time.

   7.

   We all woke up bright and early the next day.  It was our last full day
in town and they wanted to get in as much of the sights as possible.  Well,
Linda did anyway.  My mom and uncle grew up here so I doubt it was all that
exciting for them.  To me, it just looked like another stupid town.  It
still cracked me up how excited Linda was about touring the place.  She
lived a pretty sheltered life though, so I guess this was a nice change for
her.  I hoped she got her fill of it because her life was going to become a
lot more "sheltered" in the months to come.

   After breakfast, I informed them I was going to spend the morning by
myself.  I could tell my uncle was relieved.  My mother seemed a little
relieved also.  However, she did have this questioning look on her face. 
She is actually pretty smart; I'm sure she knew I was up to something. 
There wasn't anything she could do anyway, so she didn't question my
actions.

   To my surprise, Linda actually begged me to come along.  After last
night, I figured she wouldn't want to speak to me, let alone spend time
with me.  Now that I think about it, I also remember her smiling at me a
few times across the breakfast table.  It wasn't a huge smile...  I guess
"grin" would be better description.  But still, it didn't make much sense.
When I would smile back she would blush and look down at her plate.

   I don't know, maybe she had a crush on me or something.  I can't imagine
why though.  It was probably just her way of coping with the situation. 
You know, if you can't beat them then join them.  It was very tempting to
cancel my plans for the morning and go along with them just to see where
that little crush would lead us.  But I knew I couldn't do that.  This was
our last day and I still had a couple more contacts to make before we left.
Besides, when we returned to Colorado I would have all the time in the
world to exploit her little crush.

   We made plans to meet back at the hotel around noon, and then we parted
ways.  I don't want to spoil the ending of my story, so I won't say where
my first stop was.  My second stop, however, was at the hospital.

   "Dr.  Kelly isn't working today," the receptionist said as she checked
the roster.

   "Fuck!" I almost said it out loud but contained myself.

   "Well, is it possible for me to get his phone number or something?" I
said.

   "I'm sorry, we can't give out that information," she replied.

   I kind of figured it was a long shot but you never know.

   "It's extremely important that I get a hold of him," I said as I slid a
small stack of twenties across her desk toward her.  "I can assure you that
you won't get into trouble.  You don't even have to tell me his number. 
You can call him yourself.  All you have to do is say that I have a message
from a lady named "Vee" and he will be more than willing to speak to me."

   The lady laughed as she looked at the stack of money.  I have to admit
that it was a bit corny.  She took the money anyway though.

   Ten minutes later I found myself in the cab again on my way to the
address Dr.  Kelly had just given me.  When we arrived it was clear that
Dr. Kelly was doing pretty good for himself.  Either that or he was up to
his eyeballs in debt.  His house was located in a very nice neighborhood.
The houses were not mansions but they were pretty damn close.  His house
even had one of those fancy metal gates where you had to buzz the main
house in order to get it to open.

   When we stopped I checked my wallet.  I had given the hospital clerk
$160, which left me with $250 and change.  The cab fare was only $30 but I
handed him $200.

   "That is your full tip in advance if you come back and get me in 3
hours," I told him.  "If I don't personally come out that door and leave
with you in 2 hours then I want you to call the cops."

   "Part of that money is also so you don't ask any questions," I said when
he was about to say something.

   He just shrugged and took the money from me.

   I wasn't taking any chances with this Dr.  Kelly.  All I knew about him
was that Vee mentioned his name to Jane a few times on the videos when
threatening her.  From the context of the threats, it was clear he had
something to do with the pills she had used on the girl.  My mother also
let his name slip once when she was telling me stories of her past.  She
looked shocked at herself for mentioning his name so I asked a lot of
questions.  I had to punish her before she started telling me details;
however, I'm not so sure everything she told me was true.

   Looking at his house, I highly doubted this was the guy that had raped
and murdered Sandra and Jane's mother.  But, you never know; there are some
pretty sick people out there.

   The cab left and I approached the house.  The door opened before I had a
chance to knock.  I half expected to see a butler opening the door, but it
was Dr.  Kelly.  I could tell by the fancy suit he was wearing and the very
angry look on his face.

   "What the fuck does that bitch want now?" he growled at me.  "I told her
last time that she wasn't getting any more money!"

   I let the guy rant on.  The more he yelled the more I learned.  For
example, I now knew Vee was blackmailing him.  It was also clear that he
definitely was never one of my father's slaves like David had been.  Anyone
with the balls to tell Vee to go fuck off definitely doesn't have an ounce
of submissiveness in them.

   He finally ran out of breath after a minute and just stood there staring
at me.  After a few seconds of this, he got this strange look on his face
like he recognized me.  This told me that at some point he probably knew my
father as well as Vee.

   "You done?" I asked.

   "What do you want?" he replied in a much calmer voice.

   "First, I must apologize," I said.  "Vee didn't really send me...  well,
not directly anyway."

   He looked left and right then motioned for me to enter the house.

   "The cab driver will be back in 2 hours," I informed him.  "If I don't
leave this house he has orders to call the police."

   "You don't have anything to fear from me," he said.

   His voice was saying one thing, but his eyes were saying something else.
It's hard to explain.  It was the same look my sister got when she would
open the freezer to get some ice cream only to find that I had eaten it all
already.  I suspected that he indeed had planned to do something to me, but
I had just spoiled it.  I figured it was now safe so I entered the house. I
just prayed that the cab driver actually showed up in 2 hours.

   His house looked even bigger on the inside.  This guy was clearly
loaded. Any one piece of his furniture looked like it cost more than
everything in our house.  His house was absolutely spotless also.

   He guided me to his living room.  It was even more impressive than what
I had already seen.  As I sat on the couch he left briefly.  He returned
with a couple drinks in his hand.  I'm no expert on alcohol but his looked
to be some kind of hard alcohol.  My drink was a Coke or Pepsi.  I accepted
it from him but I never drank from it.  I pretended to take sips of it from
time to time but I just didn't trust him.  He never seemed to notice that I
hadn't actually drank any of it so my guess is that it probably wasn't
drugged.

   "First off, I just want you to know that I'm not here to bribe you or
any lame shit like that," I said.  "In fact, I have a gift for you.  One I
think you will enjoy."

   Dr.  Kelly leaned forward as I pulled out a folded up sheet of paper.

   "Holy shit!" he said as I undid the last fold.

   The sheet of paper contained two images on it.  The first image was of
Vee just kneeling in her cage.  The 2nd one she was in the same pose, only
now she was busy rimming Sandra's asshole.  Sandra's upper body was cropped
out of the picture but you could still tell it was a woman's ass Vee was
worshiping.  I had been carrying around the sheet of paper the entire trip.
I figured that if I started tossing Vee's name around that people would
either love me or want to kill me.  The sheet of paper was my "Get out of
jail free card" in the event it was the latter.

   Dr.  Kelly looked up at me then back down at the sheet of paper.  He
went back and forth like that a few times and then started laughing.

   "Shit kid, you've got some balls on you," he said.  "Looks like I owe
you a favor.  What do you want?"

   I was pleased to see that I had read him right.

   "Dr.  Kelly, like I said earlier, I don't want anything from you," I
said.  "I just wanted to let you know Vee won't be causing you any more
problems."

   "You can call me Mike," he said.

   Mike then leaned toward me so I could hear him whisper something.

   "Did you kill her?" he whispered so low I could barely hear him.

   "No, nothing like that," I said with a laugh.  "Though, she probably
will wish she was dead by the time my associates are done with her.  But I
can assure you that she won't ever be granted that luxury."

   I intentionally used the word "associates" instead of "slaves".  Mike
was coming around but I figured he would think twice if he thought I had
partners or something.

   "Are you sure there isn't anything I can do for you?" Mike asked yet
again.

   I could tell that my lack of demands was getting him a bit worried.  I'm
guessing that in his world you just didn't get something for nothing. 
That's fine though, because I actually did have something I needed.  I just
figured it would be easier to catch flies with honey if you know what I
mean.

   "Well, if you insist," I said.  "There are three minor things you could
help me with.  It's completely up to you though.  Just letting someone else
know what I did to Vee is more than enough payment."

   "Let's hear it," Mike said with a grin.  I could tell he felt a lot more
at ease now.

   "Well, the first one I don't know if you would be willing to do," I
began.  "It would be nice to have someone I could call for medical advice
from time to time; maybe fix me up with a prescription here and there as
well.  I would pay you of course for your time...  assuming I can afford
your time."

   Mike shot up from the couch and walked into the other room.  At first I
thought I had somehow upset him.  He returned a few seconds later with a
pen and a small note pad.

   "This is an email address you can send your questions too," Mike said as
he wrote it down.  "The email address can't be traced to me.  I recommend
you create an anonymous one as well.  If you don't have one already, then
you will also want to get a P.O.  box that I can send the prescriptions
too.

   "As for the price, don't worry about it.  It's not like I'm hurting for
money or anything.  Just don't expect me to rush to your house and operate
on someone or something like that.  Though, it would be nice to get a few
pics or video clips of Vee mailed to me from time to time."

   "It's a deal," I said with a smile.

   "What else," he said, returning the smile.

   "Well, the next thing is pretty easy," I said.  "I was hoping you could
help me with some information.  My understanding is that you were somehow
involved in the training of Karen and Jay."

   Mike's smile disappeared and was replaced with a look of concern.

   "Don't worry," I said.  "You don't have to give me any details or even
confirm it for that matter.  I'm just curious as to why they never called
the cops on you.  Or did they?"

   Mike looked at me for a moment.  Then he looked down at that the
pictures of Vee again.

   "Fuck it," he finally said as he looked back up at me.  "Follow me and I
will show you."

   Mike and I had built up a good rapport but I started to get a bit
worried as we walk through his house.  I got especially worried when he
reached behind a bookcase and the entire thing suddenly slid to the side.
Any other time I would have thought it looked cool.  It was like right out
of a James Bond movie.

   Mike didn't stop to explain or anything, he just dipped his head down
and entered the small doorway the case had been hiding.  I'm not sure why I
was feeling more scared now than before.  If he was going to do something
to me I doubt he would have put me on edge like this first.  That knowledge
still didn't help though as I followed him through the door and down a
tight passage.  The passage was only about 5 feet high and 3 feet wide.  I
felt very uncomfortable in the tight confines.

   The passage went about 10 feet and then we reached some steps.  As we
descended the steps, the walls changed from plasterboard to brick.  It
wasn't that red brick you see on the outside of houses though.  It was
those large cinder blocks.  The further we went down, the taller the
passage became.  We went down a good 20 feet it seemed before we reached
the bottom.  He opened a thick wooden door and we entered a large room.  I
took a step back when I seen what was in the room.

   The room was basically a dungeon.  I've never actually been in a dungeon
before.  Hell, I'm not sure if I've even seen one on TV or anything.  But I
will be damned if this wasn't one.  It had a whole warehouse of devices and
shit in it.  I didn't recognize any of them, but I could tell they were all
used for punishments and such.  A few of them had manacles and straps on
them and looked like they were used for whipping people.  There was even a
row of whips hanging from a nearby wall.  A lot of the other devices, well,
I had no fucking clue but they looked pretty vicious.

   What really puzzled me, however, was trying to figure out how the hell
Mike had gotten all this shit down here.  For example, there was this large
metal cage that I know damn well couldn't have fit through that passage.  I
guess it is possible he assembled all this stuff down here himself, but I
think it was more likely there was an additional, larger, exit somewhere.

   While all of this was fascinating, it dimmed in comparison to what I
seen in the corner of the room.

   "There's your reason," Mike said.

   There in the corner of the room was a very pale, skinny guy chained to
the wall.  From his face, he looked to be in his mid 20s but the rest of
his body had clearly experienced things well beyond that.  I felt like
throwing up as I looked at him.  I seen Jane eat Vee's shit once.  I
thought I would never see anything more disgusting than that.  I was wrong.
This definitely beat that.

   His face seemed to be unmarked, but the rest of him was completely
riddled with scares.  I'm not talking just his back or chest; I'm talking
everywhere.  His feet had scares all over them, his legs, his hips, his
stomach, his chest...  everywhere.  Even his bald head had scares on it...
hell, even his ears had been cut on.  I also notice that there were several
fresh cuts here and there that had been sewn shut and were in various
stages of healing.

   "Who is this," I managed to say after I composed myself.

   "That's Nicky," Mike said.

   Mike followed his statement with a long laugh that sounded just a tad
creepy.

   "Get it?" Mike said as he jabbed me with his elbow.

   The joke was still hidden from me but I played along and gave him a
chuckle anyway.  I can only guess that he was referring to all the cuts or
something as "nicks".  If so, then it wasn't all that funny to me; but I
wasn't going to get on the wrong side of Mike.  He seemed like a rational
guy upstairs, but down here he was a fucking psychopath.

   "Here, make a cut," Mike said as he handed me a small knife.

   "No, that's okay," I said as I refused to take the knife from him.

   "Come on, I insist," he repeated.

   His voice made it sound like "no" wasn't really an option.

   "Okay, maybe just one," I said.

   I really didn't want to do it, but I figured I was a lot safer with that
knife in my hand than Mike's.

   "Anywhere but the face," Mike said.  "Oh, don't cut his asshole either.
That takes awhile to heal and kind of puts a damper on our love life if you
know what I mean."

   "Pweese," the guy tried to beg as I approached.

   I could only guess the good doc had carved on his tongue a bit also.  I
stood there a moment trying to decide if I could actually go through with
it.  I had a weird feeling, however, that if I didn't cut on Nicky then
Mike and I were going to have a bit of a confrontation.  I currently had
the knife but he knew the territory and was older and bigger than I.  I
gave myself about a 50/50 chance...  I didn't like those odds.

   "Present a spot," Mike commanded Nicky when it was clear I might never
decide.

   Nicky stopped whimpering and reached out his arm so I could cut at it.
He held his arm out palm side up.  I wondered for a moment if he hoped I
would accidentally cut a main artery or something.  However, if he wanted
to kill himself I'm sure he could have bashed his head against the brick
walls or even found a sharp edge to cut his own wrists.  Maybe he was just
too scared to do it himself.

   "You can do better than that," Mike yelled.

   Nicky thought for a second then raised his arm up, exposing his
underarm.

   "That will do," Mike informed me.  "Just don't cut too deep in that
area."

   What I wanted to do was cut this poor guy's throat.  He would have been
much better off dead.  I had the distinct feeling, however, that if I did
kill him I would probably end up taking his place.  That was not a risk I
was willing to take.  So, instead, I steadied my hand and reached out and
did a 3-inch cut under his arm along the side of his ribs.  I did it as
quickly as I could in order to help cut the pain for him.  He barely seemed
to notice, however.

   "Trank Ew," Nicky said as he lowered his arm and then applied pressure
to the cut with his other hand.

   "I will be back later to sew that up for you Nicky," Mike said as he
turned and went back up the steps.

   I gave Nicky one last look before I turned and followed Mike back
upstairs.  There are a lot of things in my life that I regret.  However, my
alliance with Mike was by far the worst thing I have ever done.  I had
nightmares about Nicky for months after that.  Every day I could feel
another piece of my soul being eaten by the knowledge of what I seen in
that basement.  This went on for almost two years before I just couldn't
live with it anymore.  It was then that I found a way of setting Nicky
free. But that is a story for a different time.

   Mike seemed to revert to his "normal" self by the time we reached the
living room again.  He then proceeded to tell me the whole story about how
Jay was responsible for Nick's (Nicky's actual name) current position in
life.  Jay was the one that found Nick, took his cherry and then helped
turned him into a slave.  Mike then took over where Jay left off.

   Turns out that my mother and Uncle Jay actually did tell the cops about
Dr.  Kelly.  However, they completely left out the part about Nick.  Mike
laughed at how the cops did a piss poor job searching his house for
pictures and tapes.  His guess was that they didn't really believe the
kids; it's not like they two were in that great of a mental state at the
time.  Plus, Mike was a very respected doctor.  Now, had the two told them
about the then missing boy, Nick, then their search may have been a bit
more thorough.  As it was, they didn't even come up with enough to even
charge him.  Hell, they even gave him a formal apology.

   I was certain that there was a hell of a lot more to the story than just
that.  But I guess it made sense in a sick sort of way.  Jay was only 13 or
14 years old when he was rescued.  I could see how someone my age would be
reluctant to admit to something like that.  However, surely Jay and my
mother knew by now that they weren't truly responsible.  I wondered if they
had just forgotten about Nick and the doctor by now, or maybe the years
only made their shame stronger.

   "You said there were three things," Mike said, snapping my back to the
present.

   "Oh, yes," I said.  "I was hoping you could spare a couple pills?"

   8.

   It did not surprise me that Mike had tons of the pills I needed on hand
already.  They were the same sick pills Vee used in order to train her
slaves not to say their own code word.  Or at least I assumed they were the
same ones.  I searched Sandra's house after caging Vee but never did find
any of the pills.  They were the same size and color, however, as the ones
Sandra described to me.  I didn't even know what they were actually called.
I just referred to them as "sick" pills and Mike knew immediately what I
was talking about.

   Mike had a shit load of them also.  Something told me that he used them
on a regular basis on Nicky.  Mike was definitely a sick fuck;
unfortunately, that was the exact type partner I needed at the time.  In
Mike's defense, he had an antidote available also.

   The antidote was a definite plus, I hadn't even thought about that.  It
would make what I had planned a lot easier.

   I only actually needed half of one of the sick pills but figured 2 or 3
wouldn't hurt.  I could always use the extra to have some fun with Vee.  I
think Mike assumed the pills were all for Vee because he insisted I take a
whole bottle full of them.  I watched as he peeled the label off the
bottle. The actual name of the pills looked pretty unpronounceable.  It had
like 25 letters in its name.  I glanced through the name real fast but
didn't see anything resembling the word "sick".  Why does everything have
to be so complicated?  What the fuck is wrong with calling a sick pill... a
sick pill?

   We finished up just minutes before the cab showed up again.  The driver
gave me a weird look when I got in but he didn't say anything the entire
drive.  I can only imagine what he was thinking.  The fuck probably thought
I met Dr.  Kelly online or something and we were meeting for our first
"date".  It kind of pissed me off that he might be thinking something like
that, but I guess it was better than him knowing the truth.

   I made it back to the hotel around 11:30 a.m.  I managed to ground half
of one of the pills before everyone else arrived.  Like the day prior,
Linda couldn't stop talking about all the exciting stuff they had done. 
And again, no one bothered to ask me about my day.  I'm not sure why that
bothered me.  It pissed me off that they didn't ask.  Granted, it would
have also pissed me off just as much had they actually tried to garner
information on my activities.  I guess I'm just not an easy person to
please sometimes.

   I managed to sneak the pill powder into my uncle's drink during lunch.
Trust me when I say it wasn't very easy.  Like always, everyone was
watching me like a hawk.  My mother and uncle watched out of fear, and
Linda...  well, I still wasn't sure exactly what was going on in her head.
She just kept giving me those lovey dovey eyes and shit.

   Other than the color of her hair and a few other minor features, Linda
looked a lot like my mother had at her age.  I can easily see how my father
had fallen in love with Karen.  I was still piecing together all the
details, but it seemed clear to me that it was my father's love for my
mother that was his downfall.  I wasn't going to make the same mistake. 
Besides, I had an advantage my father had not; Linda was my sister.  As
such, love had always been a part of our relationship.  Like all siblings,
even when I hated her I still loved her.  It was a different kind of love,
but a lifetime of experiencing it had prepared me for whatever other
feelings might come my way in regards to her.

   Am I saying I loved her in that non-brother and sister way?  I don't
know, maybe.  I know I sound pretty hardened sometimes, but the truth is
I'm not really that different from anyone else.  Well, okay, maybe a little
different.  But, like everyone else I too have that desire to be loved. 
But I think where I really differ is that I have a different definition of
what love is.  If you ask anyone else for one word that would define "love"
they probably would say something like "selflessness".  I admit that I
really don't know how I would define love but I can tell you it definitely
isn't that.

   Anyway, by the time we got back to the hotel room, Uncle Jay was already
looking a tad green.  I was amazed that everyone bought off on the idea
that it had something to do with what he had just eaten.  I don't know
anything about food poisoning, but I think it takes more than 5 minutes to
set in.  There was talk of going to the hospital but my uncle declined.  I
think he was almost as scared of the doctor bills as he was me.

   Even with Dr.  Kelly in my corner, my uncle going to the hospital was
definitely a risky part of my plan.  Hell, almost all of the plan was
risky. To be honest, it really wasn't much of a plan.  But I didn't care as
long as the authorities didn't get involved.  I knew my mother would figure
it all out eventually, but that was okay.  In fact, I was hoping she would.
It would help convince her of what type of power I had.

   There was also talk of cutting the day short.  Even Linda didn't feel
right about touring the rest of the city while her uncle was sick in bed.
It didn't take much for me to convince them otherwise.  In the end, I don't
think it was my words that convinced my mother.  I think she just realized
that my uncle would probably feel better if I wasn't in the same room with
him.

   My main goal was just to separate Uncle Jay from my mother and sister. I
even had mercy on him and slipped the antidote into his glass of water
before I left.  In hindsight, I guess the logical thing would have been not
to bring him to Kansas with us at all.  I mean, I could have found other
ways to help cause friction between him and my mother.  I guess I just
liked fucking with him.  There was also that chance I might need him for
something.  For example, there was always the possibility that Dr.  Kelly
may have insisted on playing with Uncle Jay or something in order to
convince him to become my "partner".  It would have been hard but I'm sure
I could have arranged a little play time with the faggot had he insisted.

   I didn't have to worry about Grandpa Bob asking, however.  In fact, I
insisted on it.  Prior to leaving the hotel, I made a quick stop into the
lobby restroom.  There I found Bob waiting for me.  I was pretty impressed
the drunken bastard actually made it on time.  I was equally impressed that
he actually had shaven and taken a bath.  Don't get me wrong, I had given
him over $300 bucks so I would have been pretty damned pissed had he not
shown.  I could still smell alcohol on his breath though.  That was fine,
it would make things just that more interesting later.

   I didn't say anything to him, I just handed him a spare key to the room
and a Grayhound bus ticket.  Bob had a lot to gain by traveling to Colorado
like I had asked, but I still made sure the one way ticket was non
redeemable.  I could just see the drunk fuck cashing it in and buying booze
with it.

   The plan was to have Bob keep Uncle Jay occupied while I was out touring
around.  I know it was a bit reckless of me, but it made me so hard
thinking of Bob abusing my uncle while the rest of us were out having fun.
I made a mental note to wear a rubber on the way home the next day.  I just
knew I would probably cum in my pants watching my uncle's despair.  Hell,
he might even squirt out a few tears thinking of his dear daddy.

   I hid a camera in the hotel room, but we were back in Colorado before I
was able to actually watch it.  I still pull it out sometimes when I visit
my uncle's house.

   "Dad?" Jay said in shock.  "How did you get in?"

   Jay was looking a lot better already and was currently returning from
the bathroom.  He stopped in his tracks, however, at the sight of his
father.  It had been over 13 years but Bob's face was one Jay would never
forget.  Not just because Bob was his father, but because of all the nasty
things he had made Jay do.

   Bob didn't even bother to say anything.  He just unzipped his pants and
pulled his cock out.  Jay stood there for a minute staring.  It looked like
he was trying to build up the courage to protest.  No such protest ever
came.  Instead, he started crying and got down on his hands and knees.

   As I watched this tape, I realized that my father's DVD collection might
contain other footage of my grandfather and uncle.  God, I couldn't wait to
look.  It made me want to cum just thinking of watching my grandfather
fucking a 13-year-old version of my uncle.

   Slowly, Jay crawled across the hotel room's plush carpet and stopped at
Bob's feet.  He then looked up at his father's cock and balls.  For an
instant, Jay's face looked a little pale again.  It looked like he was
trying to keep from being sick.  It was hard to tell if he was still sick
from the medicine I had given him, or if it was the prospect of sucking his
father's dick again.  Luckily, however, he didn't throw up.  It would have
really ruined the mood I think.  But you never know with a sick fuck like
Bob.  The drunk bastard was probably used to sleeping in his own piss and
puke anyway.

   Either Uncle Jay had very good muscle memory, or he had a boyfriend or
two on the side, because he deep throated his dad with very little problem.
He choked a little but that damn thing went all the way down on the first
try.  I have to tell you, it was a very touching moment seeing father and
son reunited after so many years.  Okay, I didn't cry the first time I
watched the tape, but my dick still drools out a few tears each time I see
it...  ha ha.

   Drunken bums must not get a lot of action these days, because Bob fucked
his son's mouth like he was drilling for oil or something.  I had told
Grandpa that he needed to give Jay a good fucking if he wanted to be able
to take over his son's life again.  I didn't know Bob that well but I knew
he wasn't this good of an actor.  He was really getting into it.  He
grabbed his son's head and never let go.  He just kept brutally fucking his
dick down Jay's throat over and over.  Uncle Jay was having a hard time
breathing.  A few more minutes of this throat rape and I think Jay would
have had no choice but to pass out or bite his dad's dick.  Lucky for both
of them, Bob didn't last that long.

   Grandpa gave a last few quick jabs and then slid his cock all the way
back down his son's throat and held it there.  A few seconds later he let
go and Jay pulled away and started coughing and trying to catch his breath.
I also noticed that he rubbed his nose a few times and looked at his
fingers.  I'm not sure if his father's cum was coming out of his nose or if
he was checking to make sure there wasn't any blood from his face hitting
Bob's pelvis so hard.

   "Looks like you missed your Pa's dick as much as it missed you," Bob
laughed.

   At first I thought it was just Bob's drunken ramblings.  I figured he
was so drunk that he didn't realize that it was him that just raped his son
and not the other way around.  Bob then ordered Jay to get up on the bed
and lay on his back.  It was then that I seen what Bob was talking about.
His son had a raging hard on.  Hell, maybe his dad was right.

   "What are you waiting for faggot," Bob said.  "Start jacking on that
cock.  I know you want too."

   Jay slowly reached down and started jacking himself off.  He went at it
for several minutes but it was clear he wasn't going to cum.  Bob figured
he would give him a little help and stepped to the bed and started
fingering his son's asshole.  Bob didn't seem happy with the angle, so he
had Jay pull his knees up toward his chest.

   "Oh!" Jay let out as the new angle allowed his father to dig a little
deeper.

   "You've gotten a bit tight over the years," Bob said.  "Don't worry, we
will take care of that in the months to come."

   Jay stopped playing with himself and looked at his father in shock.  Bob
gave his ass a loud slap and Jay reluctantly went back to masturbating.

   "What, did you think this was a one night stand or something?" Bob
laughed.  "See this?  It's a one-way ticket to Colorado.  I also have your
home address.  I will be showing up Monday night and you damn well better
be home and waiting for me."

   "Mmmph," Jay grunted again when his father added a second finger.

   "Why do you look so sad?" Bob said with a smile.  "I thought you would
be happy to know that your Pa is moving in with you.  I promise that we
will have lots of fun; especially now that your little body guard isn't
around to limit our activities."

   I had to stop the video tape at this point so I could try to figure out
what the fuck Bob was talking about.  I still haven't figured it all out,
but I'm guessing he was talking about my father.  I could just ask Bob, but
it would be a sign of weakness on my part.

   "Yeah, I won't be limited to just fucking your ass and throat anymore,"
I heard Bob tell his son once I turned the tape back on.  "Don't worry, I
won't hurt you that bad or anything.  After all, you need to be able to
hold onto your job so you can earn me some money.  Yeah, you will be my
little cash cow.  When you are not working at your job you will be working
on my cock.  And when you aren't doing either of those I will be pimping
your ass out to strangers."

   "Ow!  Please," Jay begged as his father stuck a third finger up his ass.

   "You better get used to that, I plan to have my fist up that ass before
the end of the month," Bob laughed.

   Jay was now all out crying from the pain and shame.  To my surprise,
however, I noticed that he was also jacking his dick a lot faster.  I'm not
sure if he was getting off on the pain or just the thoughts of what his
future held for him.  Bob noticed it also.

   "You gonna cum for daddy?" Bob laughed.  "Yeah, thinking of your pop's
fist up your ass really turns you on doesn't it?"

   Bob then placed his free hand on the soles of his son's feet.  At first
he just held both of the feet together like that.  However, as Jay got
closer to his climax, Bob started pushing the feet downward toward his
son's head.  At the same time, he also pulled Jay's ass higher into the air
via the three fingers he now had buried there.

   It wasn't long and Jay's knees were touching the bed on either side of
his head.  With his ass now above him, his cock and balls dangled directly
above his face.

   "Don't you fucking stop now," Bob warned.

   The angle looked painful, but Jay did what he was ordered and went back
to masturbating.  To add to his discomfort, Jay had to now angle his dick
off to the side to keep it from leaking into his face.  Bob only let him
get away with that for about a minute.

   "Don't be shy faggot, you know where you want that load to go," Bob said
as he shoved his three finger even deeper up Jay's asshole.

   Jay began to cry even harder but he obeyed and angled his dick down
toward his face.  I have to admit that I misjudged Bob somewhat.  I figured
he would slap Jay around a little maybe, fuck his face or ass and then
leave.  But he was getting a lot more creative than I originally thought
him capable of.

   To my surprise, Bob got even more creative.  I had to rub my eyes to
make sure I wasn't seeing things as Bob started pushing down with his
fingers even harder.  At first I thought the crazy fuck was trying to get
his fist up Jay's ass already.  But I then noticed that he wasn't adding
any more fingers.

   "Suck on the tip," Bob ordered.

   It was then that I realized what he was doing.  He was pushing down so
that the head of the dick could reach Jay's mouth.  Like any guy, I've
heard jokes about people sucking their own dicks, but I didn't think it was
actually possible.  Jay's dick is pretty long, but mine is even longer.  I
guess if he can do it then I probably could also.  Though, I can't imagine
any scenario where I actually would want to do such a thing.  I'm guessing
Jay felt the same way because he was whimpering up a storm as his dick kept
getting closer to his mouth.

   "Please no," Jay begged as the tip reached his lips.

   I expected him to be complaining about the pain, but he seemed more
worried about the humiliation of the act.  This surprised me considering
the position.  Like I said, he has a pretty long dick but it still required
a hell of a lot of pressure on his back to make the dick reach down that
far.

   "I think I will have you enroll in some yoga classes next week," Bob
said with a laugh.  "Maybe in a year you will be flexible enough that I can
tie you up for hours on end like this.  As extra incentive I might cage
your cock.  That way, the only time you can cum is when I take the cage off
and have you get in this position.  If I tie your hands also then I bet a
horny bastard like you will probably stretch enough to take even more of
that dick into your mouth."

   I wasn't so sure that what Bob was saying was actually possible.  But it
does make me hard thinking of Jay struggling each night in order to fit
enough dick into his mouth to suck himself off.  I made a mental note to
contact Dr.  Kelly to see if there was some kind of pill that would relax
Jay's muscles or something to help him accomplish the task.

   Jay had half the head of his dick into his mouth but that seemed as far
as he could bend.  That is until Bob moved his other hand to Jay's right
ass cheek and added even more pressure.  Jay grunted a little, but I will
be damned if he didn't get the whole head into his mouth.

   "The sooner you cum the sooner I let you up," Bob informed him.

   Jay went back to masturbating his dick.  He managed to stay hard, but it
was clear he wasn't going to be able to cum any time soon.  Bob decided to
give him a hand.  As Jay masturbated, Bob began pumping his three fingers
in and out of his son's asshole.  It wasn't long and he had a good rhythm
going.  Sure enough, less than 3 minutes passed before Jay started cumming.

   "Don't swallow it yet," Bob ordered when it was clear his son was
starting to climax.

   Jay looked like he was near passing out from the force of his climax,
but he did as he was ordered.

   Once Jay settled down, Bob let go of his ass.  Jay let out a moan as he
unraveled and let his ass and legs fall back to the bed.

   "Open up and let me see that cum," Bob said.

   Jay's face was already red, but it got even brighter.  He opened his
mouth wide so his father could see.  At first I thought Bob had some fag in
him for wanting to see the cum, but I was wrong about him yet again.  After
his son opened his mouth, Bob leaned over him and spit into his mouth.  The
look in Jay's eyes was priceless.  I was really starting to like my
grandpa.

   "Close your mouth and get on all fours," Bob ordered.  "Don't swallow
that cum until I say though.  Just keep swishing it around in your mouth
while I fuck your asshole."

   "Mmph," Jay grunted as his father shoved his dick all the way up his ass
in one stroke.

   Bob didn't give him time to adjust.  He went directly into a fast fuck.
He only lasted about 5 minutes but it probably felt like an hour to Jay.

   After catching his breath, Bob got up and tucked his dick back into his
pants.  Jay just fell to his side and curled up in a fetal position.

   Bob walked over to the mini bar and filled his pockets with all the
booze he could find.  It was like pouring salt on the wounds because this
added at least $30 more to the hotel bill for Jay and my mother.

   "Are you going to be waiting for me come Monday," Bob asked as opened
the door to leave.

   Jay just nodded his head up and down as he continued to cry.

   "That's my boy," Bob laughed.  "You can swallow now."

   Bob waited until it was clear Jay had swallowed it all, then he turned
and left.

   -- to be continued -

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written as an adult fantasy.  The author does not condone such activities
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