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The contents of this story is of sexual nature and may involve 
blackmail, bondage and non-consensual sex. Anyone who may be offended 
by these stuff please do not read.
All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone either alive 
or dead is purely coincidental. This story is intended for ADULTS only.  
If you are under 18 PLEASE DO NOT READ.

This story is my first attempt at posting, so hello to everyone in the 
group 
and hope you'll enjoy the story. As this is my first story, I would 
appreciate your comment. Please post any comment to this group, and no 
flame please.


Jim: The Story of a Boy’s Coming of Age 
Prologue


(c) 1998 Roadrunner


I.

I grew up pretty much alone. My parents died when I was seven, and I 
have been sort of kicked around by my relatives for almost eight years. 
When mum and dad died in that car crash, their company was in deep 
trouble. Some even said they were broke. So although the word “suicide” 
was never mentioned, it was always hinted at when my relatives talked 
about them, and there I was, the remaining son of the loser in the 
family. You can well imagine how I was treated by my uncles and 
aunts—-that is, until uncle Alan came along.
    Back then (that was about six months ago), I was just about to be 
expelled from a snobbish high school that my aunt got me into. “Alan 
just came back and he said he wanted to take care of Jim,” my aunt said 
to my uncle over the dinner table. “Jim, why don’t you go to stay with 
your uncle Alan, he just moved back to California. I’m sure you’ll like 
it there.” By that time I’d already got used to these things and thought 
I couldn’t care less. So shortly afterwards I was flown to California to 
be with my uncle Alan, another rarely-mentioned name in the family. And 
indeed he was different—-eccentric probably, by the standards of my 
other uncles and aunts. Quiet, low-profiled, he was not at all like 
them, and we managed to get on quite well. Although he was always kind 
of serious, there’s some spirit of rebellion, some kind of cynicism in 
him (from what I could see with my fifteen-year old eyes) that I really 
liked. To start with, he didn’t make me go to those high schools where 
the parking lot is packed with BMW’s. He arranged for me to attend the 
high school that the two daughters of his secretary attended, just in 
case I had problems adapting to the new environment. And boy did I have 
problems. My social skills (or lack of it) did cause me a lot of 
embarrassment at the beginning. But I was determined to give it a shot 
and decided that I would not seek help from Kate and Jenny, the 
daughters of my uncle’s secretary.

    This is a decision that I soon regretted when I first met the two of 
them: Kate, a senior, was a real knockout: a tall (about 5’8”, I was 
5’6”), slim blonde with bright blue eyes, she was quite popular in the 
school. Jenny was a petite (about 5’3”) fifteen-year old brunette. She 
was not as stunning as Kate was, but I found her kind of cute. Although 
she was quite shy, she was actually much nicer to me than Kate, who 
seemed to think that I was some kind of nerd (well, I guess I was) and 
who was probably unfriendly to me because I was the nephew of her mum’s 
boss.
    “Yeah, right, my mum has told me about you,” she said curtly when I 
introduced myself. “So what do you want? Huh? Want me to show you around 
the campus? My mum works for your uncle, I don’t. Now could you excuse 
me....”
    “Sorry,” Jenny came over and apologized to a dumbfounded me. “Kate just 
had a big fight with mum last night. I guess she doesn’t want to hear 
anything about mum right now.” So me and Jenny ended up having a nice 
conversation and agreed to meet again next Monday after school. When she 
first came over and started talking to me, I couldn’t help noticing a 
faint blush on the fair skin of her face. Cute, I thought.

    That night the subject of the Simpson sisters was brought up over 
dinner table. I of course didn’t tell uncle Alan how I was treated by 
Kate. I only said I met Miss Simpson’s daughter today and that they were 
quite nice. Uncle Alan, on his part, seemed to be more curious than he 
usually was. He kept asking me about the details, how I met them, how 
did they look like, did I like them, etc.. I was a bit embarrassed by 
that, especially when I thought of the athletic, slim body of Kate and 
her angelic face. “By the way,” uncle Alan said, “you haven’t really met 
Sarah—-I mean Miss Simpson--have you? You only spoke to her a couple of 
times when you first came. Why don’t you come to my office tomorrow 
morning and meet Sarah ‘cos I’ll be out of town tomorrow afternoon and 
won’t be back in three weeks. Just in case you need anything when I’m 
away. I have to take care of some business first, so why don’t you come 
at around eleven. You can come right up to my office.”
    At this point I was quite curious to meet the mother of the Simpson 
sisters. I went to uncle Alan’s office shortly before eleven. Uncle 
Alan, being the eccentric businessman, had the entire top floor of the 
building to himself and had the rest of the staff on the three floors 
below, so the entire top floor of the building was just his office, Miss 
Simpson’s desk, and several meeting rooms. From what I knew, Miss 
Simpson was in her mid-thirties, divorced, and had been working for my 
uncle for almost two years. She sounded friendly enough on the phone, 
and judging from her daughters she must be a beauty herself--I sort of 
hoped.

    The entire floor was empty when I arrived. Although I was early, I 
would expect Miss Simpson to be there at least, and uncle Alan was 
generally a punctual man. Just when I was wondering whether I should go 
downstairs to check with the receptionist, I thought I heard some noise. 
It was from a room at the end of the corridor. I walked over and found 
the door slightly open. I was just about to knock on the door when I saw 
through the gap what was inside.
    My uncle was standing in front of a desk, with his fly open and a leash 
in his hand. The leash was attached to a black leather collar worn on 
the neck of a woman kneeling in front of him. She was totally naked 
except for a pair of cupless leather bra. Her face was partly covered by 
her blond hair, but from what I could see she was possibly in her mid 
thirties and looked rather attractive. She was sucking on my uncle’s 
cock and cupping his balls with one hand, while her other hand was busy 
rubbing her pussy which, much to my amazement, was clean-shaven. They 
didn’t seem to notice me, as my uncle was standing with his back to me 
and the woman was sucking him with her eyes closed. Tiny whimpers came 
from her mouth from time to time. I also noticed a video camera in a 
corner of the room. But what struck me, most of all, was the red strips 
on her body, covering her arms, her breasts and her thighs. Whip marks! 
I could feel my cock getting harder and harder.
    To say that I was shocked was an understatement! I kept on watching, 
mesmerized, for a few minutes. Then uncle Alan seemed to be turning to 
my direction, so I backed off to the front part of the room, not knowing 
what to do. Finally, I took a chair and sit down next to an empty desk, 
picked a newspaper from another desk and pretended to be reading. 
Faintly, I could hear muffled moans coming from that room, and my cock 
was threatening to burst out of my jeans. After a few minutes, all the 
noise came to a sound.
    I tried to look as normal as possible when uncle Alan came out of the 
room to greet me. “Jim!” He said, smiling and patting me on the 
shoulder. He acted like nothing had happened, as if he just came out of 
a meeting. “Com’on in and meet Sarah.”
    I followed him into the room, not knowing what I would see. So my uncle 
is going to present his secretary to me, totally naked? It’s beginning 
to sound like one of my wet dreams. Instead, I was greeted by the same 
blond, only totally dressed, in a dark-blue business suit and white 
blouse.
    “Hi, Jim, I’m Sarah. Nice to meet you.” Nice voice and friendly smile. 
And indeed she was pretty. She had the same thin nose and full lips that 
Kate had. Uncle Alan told her that I had just met Kate and Jenny and we 
started talking about my school. As we talked, I couldn’t help staring 
at her face and body, trying to find any trace of the incredible scene 
that I had witnessed. She noticed my stare and seemed a bit embarrassed 
by that but was still very friendly.
    “So,” uncle Alan cut in, “when I’m away, I hope you can keep an eye on 
Jim for me, and see if there’s anything he needs. Listen, Jim, I’m 
really sorry that I have to go away so soon after you came. I was hoping 
that we could spend more time together.”
    “Oh, it’s okay, uncle Alan. I can take care of myself.”
    “Good, that’s what I like to hear,” uncle Alan chuckled, “But if you 
need anything, just tell Sarah, okay? She’ll get you anything you want, 
right, Sarah?”
    “Y—yes, of course, Mr Smithee.”
    “Well then, I’d better get going. Sarah could you tell George to have 
the car ready?”
    “Yes, Mr Smithee.”
    I looked at Sarah as she went back to her desk to make the call. “You 
like her, Jim?”
    “Y—yeah, I mean, I think she’s nice.” I could feel myself blushing as I 
thought of Sarah, totally naked, sucking my uncle’s cock.
    “Good, I hope you two can get along. And by the way,” uncle Alan handed 
me a bunch of keys. “These are the keys to this office. You can come up 
here any time you want. I noticed that you’re really into computer and 
those kind of stuff. We just bought a couple of new ones, and you can 
play with them for a couple of days before we start using them.”
    “Wow, that’s great! Thanks, uncle Alan!”
    “Good. Remember, if you need anything, just tell Sarah. She’ll do 
anything you want. Now I’ve got to go. So see you in a month’s time. 
Sarah, could you give me a hand with these file cases?”

    I stood there pondering upon the meaning of uncle Alan’s ambiguous 
words. Not only did he say that Sarah would get me anything I wanted, he 
actually said that she would DO anything I wanted. My cock immediately 
hardened at the thought of this. Maybe there’s a way of finding out what 
uncle Alan really meant. I checked the keys he gave me. Four of them 
were obviously door keys, but there’re two smaller one which looked like 
drawer or file cabinet keys. I tried them on the drawers of uncle Alan’s 
desk and found that one of them could open the bottom drawer. Bingo! Now 
I could almost guess what was inside. Just as I thought, there was a 
videotape in the drawer, and some photographs. I could only see the 
first one when I heard the main door open. It was Sarah, totally naked, 
fondling herself. Her left hand was squeezing her left breast, and her 
right hand was between her wide-spread legs. I quickly put all these 
into my backpack and closed the drawer. I didn’t quite know what to do 
and wasn’t ready to confront her yet.
    “Hi Jim,” I just zipped up my backpack when Sarah came in. “Hi Sarah,” 
“I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with us tonight. I’m 
sure Kate and Jenny would be glad to see you again.”
    “Oh, that’s very nice, Sarah. But I’ve already got some other plans 
tonight. But thanks anyway. Maybe some other time.”
    “Sure, whenever you want to.” There was absolutely nothing unnatural in 
the way she talked. I still couldn’t believe that twenty minutes ago 
this elegant-looking woman was sucking someone on her knees, and on a 
leash. “Oh, and Mr Smithee told me that…” my heart almost jumpt out of 
my throat at these words, but then she continued, “…you will come here 
to try out the new desktops from time to time and he’s given you the 
keys. So you can come whenever you like. Only me and him work on this 
floor, so it won’t be a problem at all.” From the way she talked, I 
didn’t think she was aware of uncle Alan’s other intentions. However, 
what she said about Kate and Jenny did give me an idea of how I should 
make use of the tape and the photos.





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