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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

(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 halt.
    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.

II.

I went home as quickly as possible with the videotape and the photos. 
The tape turned out to not to be of the scene I witnessed that morning, 
but it surely turned me on as much. It showed Sarah undressing and 
fondling herself, fucking herself with two fingers. Then, saying that 
she was a slut, she begged to be punished. ("Please punish this slut as 
she deserves", referring herself not as "me" but as "this slut". I liked 
that) And her request was certainly granted. She was then made to bend 
over a desk and whipped until her round buttocks were all covered with 
red welts, and then she was fucked from behind. Although the face of the 
man who whipped and fucked her couldn't be seen, I was pretty sure that 
it was my uncle. He barely spoke in the tape, with Sarah doing most of
the talking ("Please, fuck me harder! Use me like the slut that I am!") 
I jerked off while watching it. Soon I would be doing more than this 
with my cock, I thought to myself.

	I waited for Kate the following Monday after school. She smiled 
reluctantly when she saw me. "Hi," she said.
      "Hi,"
      "Look, I'm sorry about last Friday. I guess I was kinda rude."
      "Oh, that's alright." Too late for apology now.
      "You waiting for someone?"
      "I'm waiting for you, actually."
      "Me?"
      "Yeah,"
      "What for?"
      "Come with me and I'll show you."
      "Now wait..." she stopped when I showed her the photo of Sarah 
quickly.
	"You want to come with me? Or do you me to show this to everyone
around and tell them who that is?"
      Kate's expression was a mixture of fear and rage when she followed 
me to an empty classroom which had a TV and a VCR. "What's this all 
about? What have you done to my mum?" She asked, her voice a bit shaky.
      "Well, you can see for yourself." I took out the videotape, put it 
in the VCR and started playing. Kate let out a gasp of horror when she 
saw her mum on the screen. She just kept staring at the screen in 
disbelief as her mum fingered herself, calling herself a slut, and 
begged to be punished. Finally, she turned to me. There were tears in 
her eyes. 
      "What have you done to my mum? Why did you make her do such a 
terrible thing?"
      "I didn't do anything. I just found this tape. And for all I know, 
your mum did it willingly."
      "So it was your uncle?"
      "Yeah. But as you can see, your mum seemed to be enjoying it 
herself…"
      "You liar!" Kate shouted, and then she started crying."
      "Stop shouting!" I said sternly, "unless you want someone to come 
in and see this tape."
      That sort of reminded her. "Oh, no! Put that tape away, please. 
Give it to me."
      "No."
      "So why did you do all this? What do you want? Let me have that 
tape!"
      "No. You won't have that tape. And besides there are many more 
anyway."
      "Oh, god, what do you want? You have made me watch my mum doing 
that kind of stuff, isn't that enough?"
      "No. I want you to do the same."
      "What?" Kate asked in shock.
      "You heard me. I want you to be my slut, my slave. You will do 
everything I say or I'll distribute copies of this tape in the school, 
and I'll make your mum my slave." I rehearsed those words thousands of 
times before, but still I could hardly believe that I actually said 
them!
      Now the die is cast. Unlike what I expected, Kate didn't yell at 
me or call me names. She just sat down on a chair and covered her face 
with her hands. I thought about offering her some comfort (as if I 
could), but then thought I had to act tough.
      "Well, should I start make copies of the tape then?"
      "Alright, you bastard!" She said, and then she started to cry. "I 
hate you, Jim…" She said, sobbing, "I hate you, mum…"
      "Now that's enough. Get up and stop crying." My cock was already 
getting hard when she agreed. "C'mon, get up!"
      She got up and stood facing me, wiping the tears off her check. 
She looked adorable. She was taller than me and looked down at me with 
anger in her eyes.
      "Take off your clothes." I said, my own voice trembling.
      "You…" "Shut up and do it!" I stopped her before she could come up 
with  more inventive ways of calling me. The tape was still playing and 
we could hear Sarah's moaning in this silence. Finally, biting her lip, 
Kate started unbuttoning her shirt. She undid all the buttons, stopped, 
took a quick glance at me, then with a deep breath took her shirt off, 
showing me her full, firm breasts covered by a white, sporty bra. Next, 
she kicked off her sneakers and slowly pulled off her jeans and stood 
there, naked except for her socks, bra and panties. She looked at me 
pleadingly, her face blushing. "You can keep the socks but off with the 
rest." I said.
      "You…" she stopped, knowing better than to annoy me, and quickly 
unhooked her bra, and her breasts sprang free. What a sight! I could 
hardly control my excitement. "Now the panties" She took off her panties 
and stood there, completely naked except for a pair of white socks. My 
god, I thought as I stared at the blonde hair of her pussy, what a body. 
Large, firm breasts, long and athletic legs, Kate was the girl of my 
dreams, and now she stood naked in front of me.
      "So is this what you want?" I looked up and saw the defiance in 
her eyes. Sexually I'm sure that she's more experience than I am (well 
for that matter I'm a virgin), but now I am the one who's in charge, and 
she'd better remember that. "Turn around and bend over that desk." I 
said.
      She complied with the same defiance, and didn't even look at me as 
I approached and stood right behind her. She only let out a gasp when I 
placed my hand on her buttock. I felt the smooth white skin of her ass 
and started gently rubbing it. "Just get it over with you…Ouch!" She let 
out a cry of surprise when, instead of rubbing her I raised and brought 
my hand heavily down on her left butt. Her whole body jumped at the 
blow. Using the other hand to held down, I spanked her right butt. I 
kept spanking and soon the skin of her ass was red.
      "Ouch, ouch, no! Please! Stop! Please!" Kate started sobbing. "Oh, 
please, stop! I'm sorry! Please stop!" Finally I stopped when even my 
hand was sore. I stood there and admired my work: Kate, the best-looking 
girl I've ever met, now bent over a desk with her ass red from my 
spanking. Her body was shaking gently with her sobs, and she flinched as 
she felt my hand touched the skin of her ass again. "Don't move," I said 
as I put another hand on her back. My hand wandered all over her 
perfectly round ass, and soon I could feel her trembling to my touch. I 
slid my hand lower and felt between her legs. Her entire body stiffened
as my fingers touched her lips.
      "You're wet!" I said teasingly. "Do you want to be fucked?"
      "What?" She turned around and asked in surprise.
      "Beg me to fuck you."
      "Wh-what? No way!"
      I stopped rubbing her pussy and spanked her once.
      "Ouch! That really hurts! Please, please don't spank me again, 
please, ouch!" She cried out loudly when I spanked her again, and now I 
was a bit worried that someone might hear.
      "Please, stop!" She pleaded. "Alright, I'll beg, I'll beg…"
      "Go ahead then." I said as I unzipped my fly and pulled out my 
raging hard-on.
      "Please…"
	"Please what?"
	"Please…f-fuck me."
	"Again."
	"Please…fuck me…oh!" She let out a cry as I entered her eagerly in one 
thrust. I held still, savoring the sensation. Then I reached out to grab 
her breasts. Her nipples were rock-hard, and she let out a moan as I 
gently pinched them. I started pumping her, and soon Kate began panting. 
I increased my tempo and she let out a suppressed moan. At that I 
couldn't help back any longer and started shooting loads and loads of 
come into her, and she kept moaning, louder and louder. I kept pumping 
until I felt the last drop of cum was drained from me. Together we 
collapsed on the desk, and I held her tight for a while. Whew, that was 
quick.
	Then I pulled out and stood up, zipping up my jeans. Kate was still 
gasping. "So…did you come?" I asked hesitantly. "Al-almost…" Kate 
answered in a dreamy voice, her eyes still closed.
	"Now, that's not good enough," I said, a bit disappointed. "Turn 
around, now, on your back."
	Kate opened her eyes and looked at me. "Wh…"
	"Do it!" Giving up, she complied and lay facing me on the desk.
	"Well, to show that I'm really not a selfish person, I would like you 
to come too, so I want you to play with yourself until you come."
      "No really it's okay-"
      "Do it, slut!" I said, emphasizing my words with a spank on her 
thigh. "Or do I have to persuade you every time?"
      "Oh, no, no!" She pleaded, then she closed her eyes, her face 
blushing in shame. "oh, god, oh god," she said.
      Slowly her hand reached down between her legs and started rubbing 
her pussy, while the other hand reached up and cupped one breast.
      "Spread your legs wider."
      She obeyed, spreading her legs wider and rubbing her pussy with 
complete abandonment, faster and faster. I could see her pussy lips 
glisten with her juices and my come. Should have brought a camera, I 
thought. She was breathing now in small gasps, quicker and quicker until 
her entire body shuddered. Then she stopped and just lay there on the 
desk, with her legs spread wide, panting.
      "Please," after a while, she looked up and said to me. "Can I go 
now?" I nodded. She quickly climbed off the desk and put on her clothes. 
As she pulled on her jeans, I could see that her thighs were wet with my 
come and her juices, but she didn't stop to wipe them clean. "I'll be in 
touch," I said as she finished getting dressed. She looked at me 
briefly, then lowered her head, and rushed out of the classroom without 
a word.




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