Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Being Sadistic (mF, sad, smoking) by this guy (thisguy.1066@gmail.com) Summary: A journey through the life of a sadistic guy... I love being sadistic. The only thing more fun than watching people ruin (or better yet, destroy) their lives, is doing things to help the process along. I guess it began the first time I saw someone screw-up their life. The person was John, a boy I sort of knew from church (a year older than me, and therefore in the grade ahead of me in school), when he was in second grade (the first time), he spent an entire weekend (quite literally: as in 54 consecutive hours) playing Packman, then promptly failed every test and quiz the following week in school. I loved hearing about it: how he had failed, how he got yelled at by his parents, how other kids made fun of him... But most of all, I loved how he had to repeat second grade! The following school year we were in the same class. I think I was the only one who didn't make fun of him for having to repeat the grade (probably because I wanted to be closer to him if, or better yet when, it happened again); needless to say we became friends. Ultimately, I generally liked him as a person, so I basically treated him well... That is, except for the part where I tried to get him to do another all-weekend Packman marathon...twice that year. At the time I was dismayed that he didn't, so we ended up progressing to third grade together...which ultimately helped my sadistic nature grow... *** The biggest "ruining of someone's life" things I did from that point until I turned twelve were messing with my little sister, Liz. She's three years younger than me, and was quite a pain in the ass. That is until a little before her tenth birthday. Then one day, Liz suddenly began to enjoy the sadistic things I did to her...but I'll get to that later. The first time I did something to her was when she was five. I put all of the four clean pairs of socks she had in the dirty clothes hamper the Tuesday night before Thanksgiving. This meant when we left for our grandparent's house on Wednesday, she didn't have any clean socks to wear: so she spent all of Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday wearing her (new) dress shoes without any socks. The not-yet broken-in new dress shoes gave her these huge blisters on her heels and the sides of her big-toes. It was hilarious: by the end of Friday she was literally crying in pain every time she had to stand or walk, which was quite often since our grandparent's house didn't have a bathroom downstairs. Mom made it even better by telling Liz it was her fault for not wearing socks! Two weeks later was the first snow of that winter (earlier than usual), before we got our new snow-boots. I once again hid/put her clean socks in the dirty clothes hamper. I also poked some little holes in her snow-boots. The entire time we were outside (building a snowman, while Dad shoveled the driveway) she was complaining that her feet were cold and wet. I repeatedly told her that her "feet were cold because she wasn't wearing any socks; they felt wet because a little snow must have gotten into her boots and she shouldn't worry about it," while doing everything in my power to make building the snowman take longer. After we went back inside after finishing our snowman (I made her stay outside until it was finished), when she removed the snow-boots from her bare feet: WOW! Her feet were bright red...! I was so pleased with my results that day I wrote down what I had done in hopes of repeating it. Most of the things I did to Liz followed along those lines: messing with her clothes, putting disgusting things in her food, hiding stuff she needed, and what not. The other things I did that still stand out in my mind are the time I put glue in her shampoo (it didn't work, she rinsed it out of her hair too quickly) and the time I got her to drink my piss (I peed in the nearly empty orange juice container, then made sure she was the one who got what was in it). *** The gift John gave me for my tenth birthday was great: I didn't have to worry about losing it, or breaking it...he told me about jerking off. I was too young to actually shoot cum, but I had dry (well almost dry) orgasms. My butt-cheeks would tighten, my balls would draw-up, my dick would throb in my hand...then, a drop or two of slippery clear liquid would ooze out of the little hole on the end of my dick. My god did it feel GOOD when that slippery clear liquid oozed out! John told me that when I got older instead of a little drop of slippery clear liquid oozing out, several globs of white creamy liquid would literally SHOOT out of the hole in the end of my dick. He told me that the creamy liquid was called "cum;" the thick white stuff in it was "sperm." *** Since jerking-off felt so good I made sure to at least once a day. A couple months before my twelfth birthday, I was jerking off as usual: stroking my dick with my right hand and felt yet another (mostly) dry orgasm coming. My butt-cheeks tightened, my balls drew-up, my dick began throbbing in my hand... Then, it felt like there was something surging up the little tube on the underside of my dick... Taking me completely by surprise, a spurt of hot thick creamy white liquid literally erupted out of little hole on the end of my dick! It flew about five or six inches up into the air. Half a second later, another spurt spewed out of my dick, then another, and another. When I told John about my first real orgasm he said, "That's great: now you're a man." Later that week John and I jerked-off together. We jerked-off together about once a week for a while after that. We never actually touched each other. In retrospect, I sort of wish we had...but at the time we thought that if we touched each other's dicks it might make us "gay"... *** My life greatly improved shortly after I turned twelve: that's when being sadistic became a daily event for me. John had an older sister, Megan. She was four years older than me; making her sixteen at the time. She was, well...a bit on the chubby side with a not particularly good looking face...but a decent person to spend time with. What fascinated me most about her was the fact that she smoked: so unhealthy (i.e., destructive). One day she seemed really down in the dumps, so to speak; so I asked her what was wrong. She told me that she "couldn't get a guy to ask her out and was afraid she was gonna die a virgin." Being a horny twelve-year-old boy, I told her "I'd have sex with her...if she wanted." Her response amazed me: she almost instantaneously said, "Well, you are still young enough to be safe...so, okay." I have to admit, at the time I had no idea what she meant by "safe," but I even if I had known what she meant, as a twelve-year-old guy and a virgin I sure as hell wouldn't have turned down sex. She proceeded to grab my hand and lead me to her bedroom. She wasted no time (John had stepped into the bathroom a few seconds before I asked her what was wrong), knowing he'd wonder what had happened to us if we weren't there when he came out. The instant we were in her room, Megan reached up under her skirt and quickly removed her white cotton panties before sitting on the edge of her bed. She lifted the bottom of her skirt up, spread her chubby legs, and motioned for me to step between them. Once I had, she undid my jeans and pulled out my already erect dick. She lined up the head of my dick with her virgin hole and instructed me to "push," which I did. The instant the tip of my dick felt the soft, warm, smooth skin of Megan's sixteen-year-old pussy I nearly blew my load. Thankfully I followed her instructions and just pushed it in...all the way in: right through her hymen. For a second I could see her wince in pain, a tear appearing in each eye: it's strange, usually I enjoyed seeing people hurt or crying, but I actually felt a little bad that she was in pain...what the heck was wrong with me. A second later she smiled and told me to "move it in and out." I withdrew my dick until just the head was still engulfed in her freshly de-virgin-ized teenage cunt. That's when it happened: my butt-cheeks tightened in my pants, my twelve-year-old balls drew up, and I felt my dick beginning to throb... Knowing my orgasm was less than a second away, I shoved the full length of my twelve-year-old dick back into Megan's pussy. The instant our pelvises touched I began to feel the cum surge up the little tube on the underside of my dick. Just as I began pulling my dick back out of her tight hole, the first spurt of my twelve-year-old cum spewed out of the little hole in the end of my dick directly into Megan's sixteen-year-old love tunnel. As I thrust back into her, a second spurt of cum spewed out of my dick, joining the first in Megan's cunt. As I pushed my dick further into her, I could feel the head of my dick pushing the cum I had already shot further up into Megan's waiting belly...my god did that feel good! As our pelvises once again met, the third spurt of my twelve-year-old cum began spewing out of my dick deep inside Megan. In that instant I heard John's voice behind me, "Where'd you guys..." he trailed off as he saw what we were doing. Followed by an, "Ahhh..." Megan was obviously thinking more clearly than I was, when she said, "What, you want to learn how to smoke too? Get the cigarettes from my bag..." Half a second later, Megan whispered "Okay, we're done," directly into my ear. I looked her in the eyes and said, "One more second, please," as the fourth and final spurt of cum spewed out of my dick into her receptive cunt. As soon as it was out of me, I pulled my already wilting dick out of Megan's freshly de-virgin-ized (and now cum filled) sixteen-year-old cunt. I quickly shoved my dick back into my jeans while Megan moved her knees together. Barely a second after I sat on Megan's bed, next to her, John returned with a pack of cigarettes...which he gave to his sister. For the next fifteen minutes Megan taught us how to smoke. I still can't believe how much I enjoyed it at the time: knowing my best friend and I were being taught such an unhealthy and addictive activity by a girl I had just fucked, or maybe it was having nicotine in my system for the first time... Strangely, John never said anything about having caught me fucking his sister. I suppose that was a good thing: either he'd have been really pissed, and we'd have come to blows; or he would have asked how it was / what it was like, and that just would have been a weird conversation... In the following week both John and I became smokers: the nicotine rush felt great....knowing it was so unhealthy made it all the better for me. I did everything in my power to make sure John and I smoked whenever we were together without adult supervision...and thankfully that was quite often. *** Exactly ten days after losing my virginity to Megan and her teaching me to smoke, she and I somehow ended up alone at her house. "I'd love another smoking lesson," I commented. "Pretty sure you know everything there is to know about smoking," Megan told me. I laughed, put my hand on her thigh and winked at her. "Oh, you meant that kind of lesson," she said, standing up and leading me to her bedroom. I have to admit, I was a bit surprised that she was so willing to have sex with me again: I mean the last time it had been over in a matter of a few seconds...and I'm pretty sure she found it painful... *** About a month after Megan had taught John and I how to smoke, my then nine year old little sister (Liz) caught me smoking. I figured she was going immediately run to tell on me, but she didn't...she stood there watching me smoke. It was like she was in some sort of trance... Since I already knew I enjoyed watching people destroy themselves (and Liz hadn't left to tell on me), I asked if she wanted one. She said "yes," so using the cigarette I was already smoking I lit another one and gave it to her. Liz eagerly took the cigarette, put the filter between her nine-year-old lips and promptly took a puff off it. I was amazed: with no instruction from me she was actually smoking a cigarette...it even looked like she was inhaling the smoke and holding it in her nine-year-old lungs for a few seconds before blowing the smoke out of her mouth. WOW: Liz was smoking. By that point in my life getting my little sister to smoke was one of my greatest achievements in being sadistic. Even better though, she actually seemed to like it! *** Every day for an entire month after Liz had smoked that first cigarette I made sure to offer her a cigarette whenever we were alone. It was so great watching her suck the smoke down in to her nine-year-old lungs... *** A number of years after graduating college the best thing in my life of sadism happened. I was at a bar, getting drunk. There was a woman who looked to be at most 22