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Walter's Destruction
by kinkyguy66 (no address provided)

***

Walter's submissive nature results in him being abused 
at the hands of schoolmates, family and others. (Mm, mm-
teens, mf-teens, bi, ped, nc, inc, bd, tor, cast, 
extreme)

***

Walter was worn out. He had been on his feet for what 
felt like forever. Ever since he was made to give up his 
job, it seemed like he never had a break. And now that 
the anniversary party was in full swing, he didn't 
expect he would have a rest. Two long days of eating, 
drinking and nonstop sex. Not that he had much of it. He 
looked out the window towards the swimming pool to where 
his wife was lying in the sun surrounded by her 
'friends.' His wife of ten years. God damn it, it was 
HIS anniversary too, but you'd never know it. He was a 
slave in his own home.

He caught sight of his reflection in the glass of the 
window and felt the tears burn his eyes again at the 
sight of himself. Or at the caricature of himself that 
he had become. The bald, tattooed head, the huge 
silicone breasts, the high heeled shoes, the paint and 
powder, so expertly applied by himself and at the 
piercings and tattoo's. He was unrecognisable from the 
man who had asked Lucinda, or Miss Lucy, as he was 
required to address her, to marry him ten years ago.

But he couldn't concern himself with that now. He busied 
himself with the washing up. There would be hell to pay 
if Miss Lucy or one of her guests didn't have a clean 
glass when they were swilling the Champaign that he had 
paid for.

Walter was always submissive. Even before he knew what 
it meant.

He had lived with his grandparents from the time he was 
six years of age and his grandmother had always 
dominated him. 

She was responsible for his discipline and always 
spanked the boy on his bare buttocks. Walter seemed to 
spend a lot of the time in his grandmother's house, 
naked, being caressed and fondled by the old woman, as 
his grandfather looked on.

His grandmother liked to discipline the naked boy for 
some infraction, real or imagined, then as the youngster 
was still draped across his grandmothers lap, the old 
woman would caress his red buttocks, stroking his thighs 
and the backs of his legs, stroking gnarled fingers 
between the cheeks of the sobbing boys buttocks, paying 
particular attention to the small tight hole and 
reaching down between his legs to pull and squeeze his 
small testes and boyish penis. 

That was where he got his submissive streak he supposed.

His earliest memories were of Tommy Harris and his 
'gang' bullying him in school. 

Tommy Harris was fourteen, two years older than Walter, 
but had to repeat a couple of years, so he was in the 
same class.

Tommy was also much bigger.

Walter came to Tommy's attention one day as the younger 
boy ran through the school yard and collided with Tommy, 
knocking books from his hands.

Walter apologised and retrieved the books but that 
didn't satisfy Tommy, Tommy had a reputation to 
maintain.

That day was the first time Tommy beat Walter. 

It wouldn't be the last.

Every day after that, Walter had to report to Tommy 
before school started, to see if there was any way 
Walter could make Tommy's life any easier.

If he didn't come to find Tommy before school, Tommy 
found him, and beat the shit out of him.

Walter learned, after many beatings, that it was much 
easier to just do what Tommy wanted, no matter how 
humiliating. It was less painful.

Tommy and his gang slapped, kicked, spat at and punched 
the smaller boy at every opportunity, forcing him to do 
degrading things. Picking his own nose and eating the 
contents, in front of an audience, was a particular 
favourite. It wasn't long however that he progressed to 
eating the snot that they picked from their own noses as 
well. 

He went home from school on many occasions with his hair 
full of bubble gum, having been forced to chew mouthfuls 
of it, having first picked it from the bathroom floor 
where it had been spat out by some unknown student and 
walked into the dirt. Softened in his own mouth, he was 
forced to stick it into his own hair, stretching and 
pushing it well in, making sure to cover as much hair as 
possible. 

Tommy noticed that no matter what Walter was made to do, 
he never refused and he never cried or told anyone. 

Tommy's friends wanted to hurt the younger boy, but 
after a while, Tommy's bullying became more sexual. 
Walter often found himself standing on the upturned 
dustbin in the school bathroom, with his pants around 
his ankles, singing the latest Britney Spears song at 
the top of his voice.

Tommy noticed that even though the younger boys face 
burned with shame, his little penis was always erect.

Tommy's torments of the younger boy, always contained 
nudity and sexual embarrassment.

Walter was made to undress completely before using the 
toilet and to sit on the bowl with the door open, 
exposing himself to anyone who passed.

He was made to openly masturbate in the cubicle. Tommy 
forced him to undress and walk into the girls bathroom, 
earning himself a suspension from school, and marks on 
his permanent record. 

He was brought 'skinny dipping' in the lake of a wealthy 
land owner nearby, but of course Walter was the only boy 
naked. Tommy forced the younger lad to shoplift stuff 
for him, stealing cigarettes and adult magazines, which 
Tommy studied at home.

One particular hot summers day, Tommy cut school and 
made Walter do likewise, and after skinny dipping in the 
lake, Tommy settled back under a tree in the shade to 
study his adult books. Tommy's cock was stiff as usual. 
It seemed to be stiff all the time now, but got stiffer 
looking at the large breasted women on the pages as they 
opened their legs and stuck their fingers in their own 
cunts. He opened the centrefold and studied the picture 
of the naked woman, on her knees, her legs spread and 
her soft red lips wrapped around the head of an erect 
penis.

She looked the picture of submissiveness, her hands 
behind her back, and Tommy could imagine the sensations 
the man felt as the naked woman on her knees, slid her 
lips up and down on his hard cock.

Tommy looked to where he had placed Walter twenty 
minutes before to dry off in the sun and noticed the 
younger boy hadn't moved.

He stood, stark naked, with his hands behind his head 
and his legs apart, as he had been told. He also had a 
hard on.

Tommy looked around him and decided they were quite 
alone in the field beside the lake. His friends would 
meet him there after school, to give him his homework, 
which would in turn be given to Walter to do for him, 
but school didn't finish for another hour. 

Tommy stood up and adjusted the hardness between his 
legs and scanned the ground under the tree till he seen 
the very thing he wanted.

A thin branch about two feet long, that hadn't been 
dried out by the sun. 

He flexed it in his hands, watched by the younger boy.

It was strong and flexible.

Tommy called the other boy into the shade where they 
couldn't be seen from the road, and surveyed the naked 
lad standing before him submissively, hands behind his 
head and legs apart.

Walter's small penis was also erect, although he was 
trembling with fear.

Tommy gently stroked his index finger up the belly of 
the other boy, catching and pinching the nipple. Walter 
hissed in pain but did not move.

Tommy stroked down the soft belly again, gently rubbing 
the backs of his fingers over the small, jutting cock 
between the spread legs of the younger boy. Still Walter 
didn't move.

Tommy grasped the small penis in his hand and pushed the 
foreskin back all the way, rubbing his thumb over the 
sensitive glands.

Walter grunted but stood still.

Tommy let go of the younger boys hard shaft and putting 
one finger under the chin of the smaller boy, lifted his 
head up till he could look into the frightened eyes of 
the other boy. 'Am I going to have any trouble with you, 
bitchboy?' he asked the trembling youngster.

'No sir.' was Walter's reply. 

'Good lad, get on your knees.' Tommy ordered and watched 
as the naked boy dropped to his knees in front of him.

'Put your hands behind your back' was the next order, as 
Tommy remembered the naked woman in the book. If it was 
ok for her, it would be ok for Walter, he thought.

Walter complied and folded his arms across his back all 
the time aware of his own nakedness as Tommy stood, 
fully clothed, swishing the wicked looking branch by his 
side.

Tommy reached a finger under the chin of the other boy, 
tilting his head up and ordering the youngster to open 
his mouth, he dropped a long string of saliva into the 
gaping mouth.

'Good boy' he cooed, 'swallow that down,' and watched 
with satisfaction as the younger boy did as he was told.

Walter often had worse things forced into his mouth at 
school.

Tommy spent a couple of minutes running his thumb over 
the lips of the kneeling youngster before him, testing 
their softness, before dipping into the wide open mouth 
to gently stroke the tongue and gums, then withdrawing 
to rub the saliva over the lips and cheeks of the 
kneeling youth.

'Don't move a muscle,' Tommy ordered, as he took a half 
step back.

Walter watched, his heart pounding, as Tommy reached for 
the fastening of his shorts, pushing it, along with his 
boxers, below his knees.

The younger boy watched as Tommy's large erect penis 
sprang free, to bob and twitch in front of his face as 
he knelt, naked, legs apart, mouth gaping open.

Walter had a good look at the hard appendage only inches 
from his face. 

It was much bigger than his own three inches. At least 
six. The balls, in their hairy bag, were big and hung 
low. Tommy had been circumcised and the purple head of 
his erect prick was fully exposed and shone wetly.

Walter's penis was tiny by comparison. His testes were 
small and his entire pubic area was smooth and hairless.

Walter had never seen an adult penis before and now 
there was one, hard and engorged, bobbing about in front 
of his face.

Tommy took a half step forward and Walter watched with 
dread as the hard cock of the bigger boy was pushed 
towards his gaping mouth.

'Ok bitch' Tommy said, 'this is what we're going to do, 
you keep that mouth soft and wet and wide open, whatever 
I put in there, you suck gently, if I feel your teeth 
once, I'll beat you black and blue. Do you understand'?

'Yes sir' the trembling boy replied.

He had heard about this sort of thing, he had even seen 
it in some of the magazines in the shops that he was 
sent in to steal, but he never imagined it happened in 
real life. Yet here he was, kneeling naked before an 
erect penis, with his mouth agape, being told he was 
going to suck it gently.

He wasn't sure he could go through with it. All sorts of 
things were going through his head. What would it taste 
like? Would he vomit? Would this make him gay? He was 
sure he couldn't do it.

And then he felt the wet, velvety head of the bigger 
boys cock touch his lip. He tried to pull away but Tommy 
had his hand behind the smaller boys head and was 
gently, but insistently holding him in place.

'Put your tongue out' Tommy ordered, and Walter 
obediently put his tongue out as far as he could. Tommy 
rubbed the purple head of his erect cock across the lips 
and tongue of the smaller boy, and Walter could feel and 
taste the wetness on the head of the bigger boys cock 
and he gagged a little.

'Good boy' he heard Tommy coo after a moment, 'put your 
tongue in and open wide.'

Walter opened his mouth as far as he could, it never 
occurred to him to do differently, and he felt the knob 
of the bigger boys penis slip past his lips and touch 
the back of his throat. 

Walter gagged again and couldn't believe he was being 
forced to do this. He didn't want this. He wasn't gay. 
He liked women, he was sure, but still he remained on 
his knees with his mouth open.

Tommy continued to push and pull the younger boys head 
up and down on his erection. 

'That's a good cock sucker' he breathed, 'suck that 
shaft, that's it, keep your mouth loose, use your 
tongue, make it wet, ooh yes, that's it, nearly there 
now, work it bitch, suck that cock.

Walter was forced to listen to the humiliating tirade as 
the older boy forced his mouth up and down over the head 
of his erection.

'Ok boy,' Tommy eventually gasped, 'I'm going to cum 
soon, I want you to swallow it all. If any spills, you 
know what will happen.

Two minutes later, Tommy, holding the boy by the hair, 
stiffened, and Walter felt his mouth fill with the other 
boys slimy ejaculate.

Tommy held the younger boy till he stopped convulsing, 
and his penis softened and slipped from between his 
lips. A string of boy cum ran down the chin of the 
kneeling lad, and Tommy gathered it up on his finger and 
pushed it between the lips of the trembling youth.

'Good boy' Tommy sighed, that was good, but you'll get 
better with practice, we're going to have lots of fun 
together from now on.'

Walter knelt naked before the other boy with the taste 
of boy juice in his mouth, naked as the day he was born, 
listening to the older boy informing him he would often 
be sucking him to orgasm, and he cried like a baby.

But both of the boys noticed, Walter never lost his 
erection.

Every day after that, as soon as Tommy could get Walter 
alone, he pulled out his penis and Walter dropped to his 
knees without a word and sucked the cum from the other 
boys cock. Walter was getting to be a very good 
cocksucker, a fact that Tommy told him often enough, 
much to the younger boys embarrassment. He wasn't gay 
and didn't like being forced to service the older boy, 
but seeing as he had to do it anyway, he might as well 
get it over with as soon as possible.

Tommy soon began to order Walter to wait for him at 
Tommy's house after school. He had to be there waiting 
when Tommy came home from football practice. Walter was 
introduced to Tommy's family as 'the nerd that helped 
with his homework.' 

Of course the reality was that as soon as the two boys 
entered Tommy's bedroom, Walter was forced to strip 
naked and fellate Tommy, after first licking the sweat 
from his scrotum and thighs. This progressed to Walter 
being made to lick and suck on Tommy's arsehole in an 
effort to prolong Tommy's orgasm. And through it all, 
Walter maintained an erection.

Walter was forbidden to have any orgasm's himself. Tommy 
'would know' if he masturbated, and promised to flay the 
skin off him if he did. He made Walter go to a sex shop 
on the outskirts of town to buy a cock cage for himself, 
forcing the younger boy to ask the man at the counter if 
'he could try it on for size' and as Walter was in the 
fitting room, Tommy entered the shop, pretending to 
browse, but making sure his orders were being carried 
out. Tommy also noticed the shop owner discreetly 
watching the young lad in the fitting room. 

The cage was difficult for Walter, it was a chrome pouch 
that totally encased his penis and scrotum snugly and 
was locked at the base of his ball bag with a small 
padlock. Tommy kept the key of course. Walter's teenage 
hormones were beginning to kick in, and he found himself 
with spontaneous and painful erections all through the 
days and nights, but even if he could masturbate, he was 
too afraid of Tommy to do anything other than what he 
was told. 

Walter often found himself standing naked in Tommy's 
bedroom, hands clasped behind his head as Tommy asked 
him embarrassing questions, and videotaping the younger 
boy.

'How big is your dick? Have you ever sucked another boys 
cock? Do you fantasize about boys or girls? Name the 
boys you would most like to suck. Would you like to be 
fucked by your teachers? Have you ever spied on your mom 
in the shower? Have you ever seen her naked? Do you push 
your fingers into your arse when you're wanking, to 
fantasize a man is fucking you? Do you fantasize about 
your dad fucking you? Do you fantasize about sucking 
your dads cock? Do you fantasize about fucking your mom? 
Do you fantasize about licking your moms pussy? Would 
you like to suck a dogs cock? Would you like a dog to 
fuck your arse? How long have you know you were queer?' 

And through it all Walter was forced to 'admit' to 
thinking about all these perversions as it was all 
caught on tape.

Tommy recorded the younger boy as he blew Tommy, making 
sure that Tommy himself couldn't be recognised, taking 
many close up's of the younger boys face as he slurped 
and licked at the hard cock and hairy balls presented to 
him. Tommy had become very good at prolonging his 
orgasm. And despite Walter's wish to get it over with as 
quickly as possible, as soon as Tommy was in danger of 
squirting, he would call a halt to whatever Walter was 
doing and have the younger boy worship at his arse or 
suck on his toes or anything at all until his erection 
got soft. In this way Tommy could make the sucking last 
for hours and his eventual orgasm was better for it.

One evening as Tommy trawled through porn sites on his 
computer, relaxed in the computer chair as Walter, naked 
as usual, was under the desk sucking gently on Tommy's 
erection, he came across a movie clip of a man fucking a 
large lady in the arse. The man had an impressive cock 
and the video was shot in high definition. As the man 
pulled his large cock from the woman's arse, the tight 
ring of her anus seemed to be trying to hold on to the 
large cock which was trying to leave, then the cock was 
pushed all the way in again.

Eventually the man gasped and grunted and emptied 
himself into the bowels of the woman beneath him. The 
man slowly pulled his dick from the woman's anus and the 
hole stayed open, permitting a dribble of the man's cum 
to leak out. It was at this point that Tommy spurted his 
seed into the gently sucking mouth of the boy under the 
table.

Two days later Walter found himself on his hands and 
knees being sodomised for the first time. He had never 
been so humiliated. The humiliation far outweighed the 
pain. Tommy was gentle, having first stretched the tight 
ring with greased fingers, then using copious amounts of 
lubricant, had gently eased his throbbing member into 
the virgin arse of the younger boy, holding him by the 
hips, Tommy pulled back until the very tip of his 
erection was inside the other boys ring, before slowly 
easing the full six inches deep into Walter's bowels 
again.

Tommy had never felt anything like this. He had seen 
videos of gay men on the internet but he never imagined 
it could feel as good as this. Of course he had no point 
or reference as he had never had sex with anyone before. 
Neither man nor woman. But as he fucked the younger boy 
he promised Walter, that he would be fucking him more 
often from now on.

It didn't take Tommy long to shoot his cum into the 
bowels of the younger boy, and after a short rest, and a 
little oral action from Walter, Tommy was ready to go 
again.

Before Walter left for the evening, Tommy had fucked him 
three times.

Things continued that way for a time. Walter fell more 
and more under the influence of the older boy, 
submitting to being sodomised whenever Tommy was horny. 
Tommy made the other boy pose for more and more explicit 
photos and video, abusing his own arse with carrots and 
cucumbers, while 'revealing' for the camera the 
fantasies he had about raping and killing young boys and 
girls, fucking with animals and being abused by members 
of his own family. 

He made Walter place adds in gay magazines, looking for 
a 'daddy' to beat and rape him. He then made the younger 
boy buy the magazines as soon as they came out, and kept 
them as ammunition in case the younger lad wanted to end 
the 'relationship.'

He made Walter subscribe to several gay sites on the 
internet, uploading photos, all of which always showed 
his face, and describing his fantasies of being raped by 
his own father.

Tommy then changed all the passwords, locking Walter out 
and giving Tommy free reign to post whatever he wanted.

Of course it wasn't long before the other members of 
Tommy's 'gang' were also introduced to the delights of 
Walter's warm sucking mouth and velvet arsehole, as one 
by one, they lost their shame in 'being gay.' If it was 
ok for Tommy, it was ok for them.

Most nights Walter was forced to fellate one of the 
older boys as another ploughed in and out of his boy 
pussy, all being recorded on digital camera before being 
uploaded to Walter's site.

Walter was fed Viagra which kept him constantly aroused, 
a painful condition because of the cock cage. He was 
forced to give himself a full body wax every four or 
five weeks, to make sure his body remained smooth and 
boyish.

When his boy pussy wasn't being used by the older boys, 
he was forced to wear a butt plug that Tommy had 
insisted he buy for himself.

As the other lads became more accustomed to fucking 
Walter, the rapes became a nightly occurrence. They 
dropped by one at a time, or in groups, to fuck the 
youngster. 

Walter spent most of his time in Tommy's room, naked, 
and being used by one of Tommy's friends after another. 
There wasn't a night that Walter wasn't required to 
provide anal or oral satisfaction for Tommy or his 
friends.

Tommy also used the younger boy to make some money at 
school. Hiring Walter out to other teenage boys for 
blowjobs or a quick fuck. Walter often found himself on 
the bathroom floor, naked, sucking gently on a stiff 
penis as other teenage boys rubbed their hard cocks 
through their jeans as they watched and waited their 
turn.

There were nights when Walter was at home, that he was 
summoned by phone, by Tommy or one of his friends, 
usually when they had been out drinking and had no luck 
with the ladies, to meet them at someplace or other for 
sex.

There was usually two of them, sometimes they brought a 
stranger with them and Walter was required to suck and 
fuck the three of them as they grunted and sniggered 
drunkenly.

Once, when Walter had been summoned, they turned up with 
a man and a woman in tow. The two boys double teamed 
Walter in the back seat as the drunken couple in the 
front looked on, the woman snorting in laughter as she 
recorded it all on her mobile phone, giggling 
hysterically as she announced she couldn't wait until 
tomorrow to show all her friends. A statement that 
horrified Walter as he realised his was the only face 
that was being recorded. How many more people would be 
witness to his humiliation he wondered.

Once a week Walter sat in front of Tommy's computer, 
which Tommy had already logged onto a pay per view sex 
site, dedicated to older men who liked young boys. 

Walter was forced to introduce himself, giving his real 
name, address, age and e-mail and then, stark naked and 
blushing the young lad was forced to remove his cock 
cage, telling the viewers that his owner had given him 
permission to masturbate for his many online fans, then 
rub his cock as he told the countless viewers, via 
webcam, how he would love to meet them and all the 
filthy things they could make him do to himself, and he 
would do to them. 

After half an hour of pawing at himself, pulling on his 
nipples and fingering his arsehole, he was given the 
signal by Tommy, and as the other lads and the cyber 
world looked on, he ejaculated onto his stomach, then 
scooped it up on his fingers and sucked them clean.

Other times Walter was told to look directly at the 
camera as two of the older lads stood, one on each side 
of him, rubbing their erect cocks over his face, into 
his ears and eyes and across his lips' before finally 
spraying the younger boys face with their cum.

Walter would look into the camera and lick his lips, 
trying to get as much of the sticky goo off his face as 
he could.

Other times Walter was made to slap and pinch himself, 
slashing at his legs and stomach with a leather belt as 
'punishment' for having dirty thoughts about 'his daddy' 
and other men.

He was always made to masturbate slowly asking his web 
audience to forgive him for having such a puny dick, in 
no way compared to an adult sized one, until he squirted 
his load onto himself and then licked it up, making 
'yummy' sounds.

After his weekly show, Walter was made to hold up a 
sign, showing 'his' e-mail address and phone number, and 
to invite whoever was watching to ring or e-mail him for 
a private 'date.'

Soon some of the men on the sex sites began to e-mail 
Walter's web address, talking to Tommy, but believing it 
to be Walter.

Tommy cultivated these chats of course and when the men 
wanted to meet 'Walter' in person, for a 'date' Tommy 
agreed, stipulating that they could come to the house, 
only on a Friday night as Tommy's parents were away 
Friday nights. The men were asked for a recent photo to 
be uploaded, as 'Walter' was nervous of meeting for the 
first time.

Any of the photos that looked dodgy were discarded 
straight away.

It wasn't long before Tommy had confirmed Walter's first 
'date' with a pleasant looking chap about thirty five 
years for the very next Friday evening. He gave the man 
directions and informed him that 'Walter' would only 
provide oral sex on a first date. 

The man was clean cut, if a little effeminate. He looked 
married.

Tommy broke it to Walter on the Monday evening as Walter 
was on his knees in Tommy's room fellating the bigger 
boy.

Walter protested of course, but a couple of hard slaps 
across the face, and the threats to send the video and 
photos to everyone who knew Walter, including his 
parents, soon had the younger boy reconsidering.

He really had no choice but to comply with Tommy's 
orders.

Walter was sick with worry the whole week and more so on 
the Friday.

He was at Tommy's house early in the day, straight after 
school and as some of the 'gang' used his holes, he 
watched Tommy install cameras around the bedroom all 
trained on the bed, where Walter was informed he was to 
conduct 'business.'

At quarter to eight the boys, all having used Walter in 
one way or another, trooped downstairs to let the boy 
have a quick shower before his 'date' arrived. Tommy 
didn't want anyone else to be seen. Walter was 
instructed to wear a pink T shirt and matching frilly 
pink knickers that belonged to Tommy's younger sister. 
He was warned to answer the door wearing those clothes 
only, to smile and gush and to make the man feel 
welcome. 

He was instructed to take the man upstairs immediately 
and bring him to the bed as quickly as possible. They 
were both to strip naked and Walter was to make sure to 
keep the 'action' facing the camera at all times. He was 
to do as the man asked, he was to kiss him and he was to 
suck his cock, swallowing his sperm. He was to ask his 
name and request another 'date.'

When Walter opened the door to the man wearing his 
'uniform,' the man, James, nearly collapsed. Walter 
smiled and took him by the hand and led him up the 
stairs. One hour later, James was letting himself out 
the front door, with a well sucked cock and a promise of 
another date next Friday.

***

Next week, he promised himself, he would fuck the boy.

He wondered who had the key for the chastity cage the 
lad wore. Not that it mattered to him.

James drove slowly down the road to his own house, 
whistling a tune, not taking any notice of the three 
young boys following him to his house and watching him 
go in.

Tommy wrote down the address. He would be back in the 
morning.

Walter brushed his teeth for the second time that night, 
trying to get the taste of the man's cum out of his 
mouth. He heard the door bang and the excited chatter as 
the gang made their way up the stairs to Tommy's room.

They took down the cameras and inserted the sd cards 
into the card reader of the computer.

As the boys all crowded round the monitor it sprang into 
life.

There was Walter in his little pink uniform, fixing his 
hair, then making his way downstairs to allow James in.

They were both back in a matter of minutes. A bit of 
chit chat followed and then James grabbed Walter in a 
tight embrace, French kissing him.

Walter struggled for a couple of seconds and then gave 
in.

Walter and his 'date' moved towards the bed where the 
older man was undressed before Walter stripped off his 
pink uniform.

James had an impressive penis. About seven inches. It 
was fully erect.

Every detail was crystal clear on the high definition 
cameras.

For an hour it went on. Walter sucking and licking, 
James moaning and grunting, until suddenly James gave a 
strangled gasp and came in the young boys mouth.

After watching all that, the gang led Walter to the bed 
again, to do what Walter did best.

The next morning Tommy knocked on the door he had seen 
James enter the previous night. It was a nice house, not 
a mansion but a nice place. Worth a bit. The door was 
answered by a lady in her late twenties or early 
thirties.

Tommy asked for James and was told he would be back 
later.

Tommy made small talk, telling the lady, who was James 
wife, that he had seen James last night and he had 
something for him that he might be interested in. He 
gave the lady his mobile number and told her to get 
James to ring him.

James rang at ten past five. They met and Tommy gave 
James a copy of the home movie. James was unmistakable 
on film.

James pleaded and cried, to no avail. They settled on a 
small sum to be paid, in cash, to Tommy every Friday.

There was no need to tell James what would happen if he 
missed a payment. 

***

Over the next couple of months, Tommy set up another 
four men in the same way. Walter was turning out to be a 
gold mine. Tommy didn't need to work as he had a steady 
income. Even if it was from blackmail.

Tommy had a good time with his sub for many years, but 
eventually he, and the other lads started to notice 
women. Tommy met Claire, and fell in love. Six months 
later, Tommy got married, and moved away to work for his 
father in law. 

Without Tommy to hold them together, the rest of the 
'gang' disbanded and went their separate ways. They came 
back occasionally to fuck him or have Walter suck them, 
usually when they had been drinking. They never came 
alone, always two or more, and a couple of times they 
brought an older man with them and Walter was forced to 
suck the strangers cocks, then bend over to be 
sodomised. Walter was sure he seen a couple of these men 
handing over a fold of money to the other lads after 
fucking Walter, but he couldn't be sure. 

But as time wore on Walter seen less and less of his 
tormentors. 

He was both relieved, and a little disappointed. 

Walter got a part time job in the town he grew up in and 
promised himself he would never get himself into the 
same position again. Walter was seventeen and after the 
death of his grandmother, he moved back with his 
parents.

Walter's mother was a big and forceful woman. She wore 
the trousers in the household. She also had a drink 
problem and could be nasty when she was drunk, which 
seemed to be a lot of the time. 

Walter often heard her ridiculing his father, blaming 
him for not earning enough, for not having a better job, 
for not having a bigger house and for keeping her in 
'poverty and squalor.'

His father on the other hand was a quiet man. Small and 
timid. 

Walter never once heard him raise his voice. No matter 
what his mother said to his father, he would agree with 
her and apologise.

Walter thought it was just to keep the peace, but 
eventually he came to realise he got his submissiveness 
from his father.

One morning Walter got sick at work and went home early. 
He went straight to bed as the house was empty. A few 
hours later he was awakened by shouting and his father 
issuing apologies.

Walter slipped silently out of bed and crept to the head 
of the stairs.

He peeped down into the sitting room and drew his 
breath.

His father was naked. His body was covered in bruises, 
scars and burn marks. Some old and faded, some new and 
inflamed. His father stood with his hands behind his 
head as his mother slowly circled him, slashing at him 
with a cane. He also sported an erection.

His mother wore a black leather bikini and black knee 
length high heeled boots. Even though she was his 
mother, she looked amazing. Every bit as good as the 
women he masturbated over on his computer at every 
opportunity. She was big but not fat. Her huge breasts 
threatened to burst out of the leather bra she wore. 
Walter watched them quiver and sway with every slash of 
the cane. Her belly was round and soft and her legs were 
strong and well formed.

She was berating her husband for something he did 
earlier in the day, and she was giving it to him good 
with the cane.

Walter watched as his mother beat the shit out of his 
naked father, before ordering him to his knees where he 
watched as his father masturbated himself to orgasm, 
catching his spending in his left hand, before slurping 
down the whole mess.

Walter sneaked back to bed again and spent the next hour 
wanking, thinking about what he had just witnessed.

He spent a lot of time at the top of the stairs after 
that, watching his mother beat and humiliate his father. 
Sometimes kicking him in the balls, sometimes taking off 
her underwear for his father to suck her pussy, 
sometimes pissing on him, but mostly she beat him.

Of course the inevitable happened and Walter got caught. 
His mother heard something, probably his grunting as he 
abused himself, and looked over her shoulder. She saw 
her son, naked, rubbing at his erection as he watched 
her discipline his father.

Walter was mortified. His mother had seen him naked, 
masturbating as he spied on his parents having their own 
brand of kinky sex. Sex that he often dreamt about 
himself.

He ran to his room and locked the door, fully expecting 
his mother to charge through the door wielding the cane, 
as he had seen her do to his father.

He got into bed and cowered, his erection shrivelled for 
the first time in months, but as he lay there trembling, 
the minutes turned into hours and he eventually realised 
he was going to be left on his own. He slept fitfully. 

Walter sheepishly descended the stairs the next morning 
hoping he had the house to himself. He had delayed his 
descent as long as he could. As he entered the living 
room he saw his mother sitting in her robe in the 
armchair. She had been drinking.

'Good morning sonny boy,' she slurred. 'Come down to 
have another sneaky look at your old mom have you? 
Hoping to catch me asleep so you could have a look at 
the goods? Maybe have a quick feel? Dirty little 
bastard, little wanker, just like your useless cock 
sucking father.'

Drunk as she was, she was up from the chair and on him 
before he could move. She delivered a slap to the side 
of his face that knocked him across the room. 

'No ma'am' he cried as the tears stung his eyes, 'I 
wasn't, I swear, I only came down to eat.'

'Dirty little cunt,' his mother continued as she moved 
to tower over the reclining boy, 'I saw you last night, 
with your little prick in your hand, pulling at it as 
you spied on your poor old mom, as I disciplined your 
useless father, you disgusting little bastard.'

Walter looked up with fear from his prone position on 
the floor as his mother towered over him. He noticed the 
flushed face, the wild eyes and the large beefy arms and 
big hands. Then he noticed her robe had opened in the 
front. He also noticed her large breasts, hardly sagging 
at all, her slightly round belly and the wild tangle of 
black curls between her legs.

His mother noticed where he looked and smiled inwardly.

Outwardly she landed a kick to the thigh of the prone 
boy.

'Look at you, you dirty minded bastard, she screamed. I 
see you looking with lust at your own mother you 
pervert, get up, get up off the floor.'

Walter scrambled to his feet as fast as he could, afraid 
to anger his mother more.

It didn't seem to work, as soon as he was on his feet, 
his mother had one hand around his throat, the other 
slapped him hard across the face again, hard enough for 
him to see stars. He would have fallen only she had a 
grip on his neck.

'You listen to me you little prick,' his mother spat, 
her face only inches from his, close enough that he 
could smell the alcohol on her breath.

'This is MY house, everything here is in MY name. your 
useless father owns nothing. YOU own nothing. Your 
father is still here because it pleases me to have him 
here. He has learned over the years to toe the line and 
please me. You will learn too. If you're old enough to 
rub your little prick spying on your mother, your old 
enough to play by the rules. By MY rules. From now on 
you will do what I say, when I say it.'

With that she slapped him again and let him go.

Walter watched his mother return to her chair and take 
another pull from her glass, before arranging her robe 
around herself, concealing her large breasts and the 
darkness between her legs. She lowered herself into the 
armchair again.

'Stand here in front of me,' his mother ordered, and 
Walter rushed to stand about three feet directly in 
front the woman. 

'Ok boy,' she purred menacingly, 'drop those jeans till 
we have a look at you.' The tears ran down Walter's face 
as he reached for the fastening on his jeans and pushed 
it to his knees along with his underwear.

'Hands behind your head boy, and move closer,' his 
mother ordered.

Walter locked his hands at the back of his neck and 
pulled his elbows back until it hurt, before shuffling 
forward until he was a foot from his mother.

'Don't you dare move,' he heard her order as she reached 
for his cock, skinning the foreskin back all the way and 
rubbing her thumb over the sensitive glands.

Walter stood to attention in front of his mother for 
what seemed like hours, as she roughly pawed and rubbed 
his hard cock, wanking it in her fist or pushing the 
foreskin back painfully to rub and squeeze the soft 
knob.

'Not much of a cock,' his mother remarked. 'You 
obviously take after your useless father.'

Walter cried like a baby with embarrassment and despair 
as his mother roughly manhandled his genitals, grasping 
the scrotum tightly and squeezing his testes before 
finally releasing him and pushing him back a foot or so.

'Wank that little pee-pee for your mother, you sick 
little fuck,' she ordered.

Walter wrapped his fingers around his cock and 
vigorously masturbated himself. He had never been more 
erect, whether it was from embarrassment or not he did 
not know, but it was only seconds until he convulsed and 
shot his little load over the floor and onto his mothers 
leg.

'Typical' he heard his mother snort. 'Another sprinter. 
Just like your useless father. Get down there and lick 
up your disgusting mess.'

Walter dropped to his knees, feeling ridiculous with his 
jeans around his ankles and licked his own sperm from 
the floor before licking the few drops from his mothers 
leg. His penis became erect again.

He licked until he was told to stand. He stood ashamed 
and erect before his mother, as she checked the floor to 
make sure he had cleaned up his spending properly, then 
looked him up and down before speaking.

'Right you little shit, this is the way it's going to be 
from now on.'

'You will do as your told, when you're told. 

'You will not answer back.'

'There will be no more spying on your father and me.'

'There will be no more wanking without permission.'

'The rest we'll make up as we go along. Do you 
understand?

'Yes' Walter replied sheepishly.

His mother grabbed his ball sack in her fist and 
squeezed hard enough for Walter to screech in pain.

'Your answer is, yes mummy, you will refer to me as 
'mummy' from now on, is that understood?

'Yes mummy,' Walter screamed, as his mother let go of 
his scrotum.

'Good, now get your skinny arse into the shower and 
shave from the neck down. I like all my boys to be 
smooth and hair free. But you know that of course. 
You've seen your daddy often enough.'

'Yes mummy' Walter replied as he rushed up the stairs. 

'You have twenty minutes, then I want you back here, 
naked, do you understand?' Walter heard his mother. 'Yes 
mummy.' He replied.

Walter shaved the last of the hair from his narrow chest 
and rinsed the wet razor under the hot spray in the 
shower. He had spent fifteen minutes shaving his whole 
body, then lathered up again and went over himself a 
second time. He wasn't taking any chances, with his 
mother in the mood she was in. She could be very nasty 
when she was drinking and she was drunk now. To tell the 
truth, Walter was terrified of her. She ruled the house 
with an iron fist and Walter had often seen her fell his 
father with a punch. He turned off the shower and 
stepping out, began to dry himself.

He caught sight of himself in the full length mirror and 
noticed his erection. He seemed to be erect a lot 
lately. Even having an orgasm didn't deflate his dick 
for long. His dick also looked a little bigger with no 
body hair.

He looked at the clock on the wall and as his twenty 
minutes were nearly up, he hung up the towel and padded 
to the stairs and down to have his naked, shaved body, 
inspected by his mother.

Walter had never in his life felt more humiliated, or 
more horny.

Walter entered the living room and padded on bare feet 
to stand before his mother in all his naked glory. He 
folded his arms behind his back and spread his feet a 
foot apart.

His mother appeared refreshed. She had closed her gown 
about her affording Walter a glimpse of her cleavage as 
she looked the naked boy up and down. He could see her 
nipples through the cloth of the gown.

She noticed his small flabby body with its chicken 
chest, his thin arms and legs and his girlish face. She 
also noticed his small penis was fully erect.

Walter stood red faced but motionless as his mother eyed 
him critically. He didn't flinch as she reached to 
stroke the backs of her fingers over his legs and thighs 
checking for hair. He didn't flinch as her hand stroked 
up his belly and along his arms. He didn't flinch as she 
bade him put his hands behind his head as she checked 
his hairless armpits. He thought he would faint with 
pleasure and shame as his mother reached for his hard 
cock and gently examined his hairless scrotum and 
between his buttocks.

'Squat down a bit' his mother ordered. Walter bent his 
knees as his mother gently stroked around his anus with 
her fingertip before worming her index finger into his 
rectum. Walter grunted, but otherwise didn't move.

'Ok sonny, from now on your ass is mine. This little 
hole will be plugged at all times. Your priority will be 
to please me. Sometimes you will get pleasure from 
pleasing me, other times you won't, but you'll please me 
just the same. You and your useless father. You will do 
nothing without permission. You will look for permission 
to eat, to drink, to sleep, to use the toilet. You will 
only masturbate when told to do so. 

You will ask for permission to cum. If you do any of 
these things without permission, you will be beaten.'

Walter stood naked before his mother as she fondled his 
genitals, kneading his testes and scrotum with her left 
hand and gently pulling his foreskin up and down on his 
hard shaft with her right. 

His legs began to tremble with the effort of squatting, 
but his mother warned him to stay still.

'You will earn your little wanks from now on,' she 
continued. 'With a lot of training you will eventually 
make some girl happy. First thing every morning, as soon 
as your father has gone to work, you will shower and 
shave your pathetic skinny body. I will inspect you 
every morning and if I find one hair, I'll flay the skin 
off you. 

You will take one Viagra every morning, which I will 
leave out for you and you will put on the cock ring I 
will provide for you. You will rub your little stub till 
you're erect, then you will leave it alone. You will not 
touch your little stub only to make it erect. If I see 
it soft, you will be beaten. If I see you touching 
yourself other than to get an erection, you will be 
beaten. You will report to me naked, shaved and erect 
every morning. Failure to comply with any of these rules 
will result in a beating.

Tonight I will inform your father what his little boy 
has become. You will change your hours of work to 
evenings. Now get out and make me lunch,' she ordered, 
punctuating her instructions with a slap to his stiff 
cock.

Walter retreated to the kitchen wondering how he had 
gotten himself into this situation again.

Walter heard his father arrive home from work a little 
later, and his mother instructed him to go to his room 
with a warning he wasn't to touch his cock and she would 
be in to see him before she went to bed. Walter heard 
the muffled voices downstairs, then voices getting 
louder as Walter's mother told his father about the new 
arrangement. Eventually he heard the slap of the cane on 
naked flesh and his father's cries of pain.

Eventually Walter heard his father sniffling his 
agreement and the cries of pain stopped. Walter lay 
quietly in bed until he heard his parents come upstairs 
and the abuse begin. He heard every sound, the slapping, 
the grunting and the verbal abuse, the swearing and the 
filthy things his mother said to his father. 

He sneaked quietly into the hall to see what was going 
on. His mother was standing naked except for a large 
black rubber penis strapped around her ample waist, 
pushing and pulling his father's mouth up and down on 
the fake penis, using a two handed grip on his hair, as 
his father, also naked, was on his knees in front of 
her, his arms folded behind his back, choking on the 
large dildo as his mother tried to push it all down his 
throat. 

Walter, after having a good look at his mother's large 
naked breasts, wobbling and swaying about as she abused 
her husband, sneaked back to bed before he was caught. 
His erection was painful.

Walter's mother walked into his room an hour later and 
informed Walter she had told his father about the new 
situation. She had pulled a robe about her naked body, 
but hadn't tied it. It parted in the centre as she 
walked, leaving her heavy breasts, belly and pubis 
exposed to her son. Walter saw her large breasts sway 
about as she walked towards his bed. He could also make 
out the mass of dark hair between her legs. She told 
him, while fondling his rigid prick, that his father was 
'alright' with the new arrangement, then after a final 
fondling of her sons hard penis she bade him goodnight, 
warning him again, that masturbation was forbidden.

Walter sneaked out of bed every night after that to 
watch as his mother abused his father. Beating him with 
a bamboo cane to encourage him to lick her hairy pussy 
and shit hole faster and harder. Other nights he watched 
his father on his knees and elbows on the bed, deep 
throating a large plastic phallus, as his mother knelt 
behind him slamming the large strap-on into his father's 
rectum.

Walter heard his father grunt as the large black dildo 
was shoved all the way into his sore hole, only to be 
drawn back the full eight inches, then slammed home 
again, as his mother degraded him, calling him a 'cock 
sucker' and a 'faggot,' telling him to 'take more of 
that cock down your throat' and 'imagine its Leroy and 
Winston training you again, having you worship their big 
black cock's, that was a good weekend, wasn't it homo? 
They really gave it to you good.'

Telling him about all the cocks she was going to have 
him suck, all the cum he would drink and all the cocks 
he would take up his arse.

Every evening, when his household chores were finished, 
Walter found himself on his knees, massaging his mothers 
bare feet and legs. She often made him suck her toes, 
'preparing his mouth for bigger and better things,' she 
often remarked . Whether she knew it or not, as Walter 
rubbed, he could see the dark hairy secret between his 
mothers legs. He thought about all the times he had 
spied on his mother as she made his father eat her pussy 
and wondered what it would taste like. He was erect, as 
usual.

Walter's mother watched as Walter's eyes darted to and 
fro between her feet and the secret place between her 
legs. Stupid men, she thought. So easy to dominate. Show 
them a hint of pussy and you can do as you like with 
them. The boy was as submissive as his father and she 
would train him just the same. The skinny little cunt, 
she thought, probably still a virgin. 

Her clitoris twitched with the thoughts of what she 
would do to him.

Walter's mother, Alice, had met Walter's father, Philip, 
through a friend of the family. He was a bit older than 
her, but she didn't mind that. He had other qualities 
that she admired, his large bank balance for instance. 
He was a good man. Generous and attentive. The first 
time he asked her out, she made him drop his trousers 
and underpants so she could 'see if he was worth it.'

He did so immediately and as he stood there red faced 
and feeling foolish, naked from the waist down, she 
asked him embarrassing questions.

'How many women did you fuck? When were you last checked 
for HIV? How often do you pull your pee-pee? Is that as 
big as it gets? She then made him masturbate as he stood 
in front of her so she could see him at 'attention.' 
when he was fully erect, she made him stop and after a 
visual inspection, she made him put away his erect penis 
without cumming, and fix his clothes. They went out for 
several months and not once did Walter's father have sex 
with Alice. 

She made him strip naked and eat her pussy to several 
orgasms, then, fully dressed again, she would order him 
to masturbate himself as he told her how much he loved 
the ground she walked on, making him stop rubbing when 
he asked for permission to 'have a squirty' forcing him 
to sit with his hands behind his head until his erection 
shrivelled, before making him masturbate again. This 
cycle could go on for two hours before she allowed him 
to cum in his own hand and slurp it down. His bodily 
fluids always had to be ingested by himself afterwards.

Alice liked to embarrass and humiliate Philip. Often on 
drunken nights out, she forced him to drop his pants and 
fondle himself, as her friends giggled drunkenly at his 
shame. More than once, she made him offer a tramp 100 
dollars to allow him to suck his cock, and for the tramp 
to fuck him afterwards. Philip would strip completely in 
an alley, then fall to his knees to fellate a tramp, 
then bend over to be sodomised, having to pay the 
vagrant for that privilege. 

Sometimes, when Philip brought Alice to his home for a 
meal, she forced him to go to his room and strip naked, 
then to lie on his bed and masturbate with a finger of 
the other hand pushed into his anus. The door to his 
room had to remain wide open and he was forbidden to 
have an orgasm.

After a while Alice would feign concern at his absence 
and ask Philip's mother or father to go look for him. 
Alice would be delighted to hear the gasps of surprise 
from the top of the stairs as, either Philip's mother or 
his father would discover their son naked and 
masturbating, and the red faces afterwards as Alice 
asked Philip's parents what he had been at, smiling as 
they mumbled some excuse or other.

Another favourite was to force him to masturbate in the 
cinema or in the corner of a public house, having first 
covered his groin with a coat, then as Philip started to 
cum, snatching it away and laugh as he tried to push his 
hard, spurting penis back into his pants, only managing 
to leave sperm stains all over his crotch. 

Philip loved this treatment and eventually he asked 
Alice to marry him. Alice insisted he submit to a 
battery of health and financial checks, to make sure his 
body and bank balance were healthy, warning him that if 
they got married, he would do as he was told. When all 
these came back clear, she agreed to marry him, but 
explained to him again, that she would be wearing the 
trousers.

Philip was alright with that arrangement. 

Straight away after the wedding, if Walter's parents had 
intercourse, which wasn't often, Philip was made to suck 
his own sperm from Alice's dripping pussy, training, she 
told him, for when she took a lover. 

Besides, she didn't want to get pregnant.

Philip took this in his stride.

Eventually, Alice did take a lover, or several of them 
to be precise, and when she came home from fucking other 
men, Philip was there to suck her messy pussy. Draining 
all the man juice from her in the hope he would be 
allowed to 'make love' to her himself. 

Eventually Alice started to bring men home with her, and 
after an initial beating, Philip found himself on his 
knees sucking their cocks to hardness, to prepare them 
for fucking his wife.

Philip would then be ordered to hover around, offering 
assistance in any way that was asked of him. 

Eventually Alice got pregnant and Walter entered the 
world. Seventeen years later he was as much a submissive 
as his father, to the same woman.

Every morning when Walter heard his father leave for 
work. He padded naked across the hall to his parent's 
bedroom and knocking loudly, listened for his mother to 
call him inside. His mother was always naked in bed, but 
had the covers drawn up to cover her nipples. 'Good 
morning mummy' Walter greeted her, and felt his face 
redden at being forced to talk this way. 'May I have 
permission to use the bathroom?'

Receiving permission, Walter hurried to the bathroom, 
did his toilet and shaved from the neck down. He greased 
the plug his mother had given him and inserted it into 
his bottom. Thanks to Tommy Harris and his friends, it 
slid in easily, he felt a bit embarrassed to have one of 
his father's old plugs in his bottom. 

He slipped the cock ring over the head of his penis, 
pushing it as far down the shaft as it would go, then 
rolled his foreskin up and down his knob until his cock 
stiffened. The ring trapped the blood in his penis and 
kept it erect. It wasn't painful but it wasn't 
comfortable either. Walter had a feeling he would be 
wearing the ring and the plug a lot. Feeling foolish, 
Walter padded down the stairs to his mother.

Walter's mother was in her armchair in the living room 
when Walter entered, and he padded over to stand 
directly in front of her, hands behind his head and feet 
apart. He pushed his groin forward slightly, making sure 
she had unobstructed access to all his boy parts.

His mother eyed him critically as he posed naked in 
front of her.

She looked him up and down for long minutes, heightening 
his humiliation, eventually reaching for his genitals, 
stroking the shaft up and down, pushing the foreskin 
behind the head and leaving it there. 'That's the way I 
want your cock presented to me in the future boy, hard, 
skinned back and the head exposed,' she said. 'Yes 
mummy' Walter gasped as his mothers hands continued to 
touch his body, checking for stubble. Her right hand 
dipped between his thighs to check the plug in his 
bottom, pulling it out a bit, then pushing it home, 
making sure it was seated properly.

'Feels a bit loose' she murmured to herself, 'I'll have 
to find the next size up, you haven't been letting your 
boyfriends stick their little pee-pee's up there have 
you?' 'No mummy' Walter replied, his face reddening 
again at the memory of Tommy Harris and the things he 
did to Walter.

'It wouldn't surprise me, you dirty little bastard' his 
mother grunted as she continued to pull and push the 
plug in his bottom, 'This thing will fall out of its own 
accord, either you were born with a loose ring, or 
you've been letting boys up your pooper, I'll skin you 
alive if I find out you lied to me, tomorrow we will try 
the next size, now get out to the kitchen and get my 
breakfast, and keep your hands off your little pee-pee, 
that's for other peoples fun, not yours.'

'Yes mummy,' Walter agreed as he made his way to the 
kitchen, aware of his erection and the way it bobbed 
about as he walked. His face reddened again as he 
realised how ridiculous he looked, stark naked with a 
painfully hard erection and a plug lodged in his rectum, 
as he went about his normal household chores in front of 
his mother.

All through the day Walter was kept busy working. His 
mother occasionally following him and checking on the 
quality of his work, and sometimes calling him to stand 
before her so she could stroke and caress his penis, 
cradling his testes gently while rubbing her thumb 
across the velvety glands, making Walter more horny and 
frustrated than he had ever been. He hadn't been allowed 
to have an orgasm in two weeks and he felt like his 
balls were full to bursting. 

His mother quizzed him at length about his sex life, 
asking him the same questions over and over, in 
different ways, trying to catch him out telling lies, 
before sending him off to do his chores again, calling 
him back in another while to ask the same questions 
again.

Finally she seemed satisfied, eying him suspiciously, 
she sent him back to the kitchen, telling him to get on 
with his work and to keep his hands off his little clit.

Relieved, Walter padded back to the kitchen and immersed 
himself in washing the floor, glad that he wasn't going 
to be Interrogated anymore.

He was terrified he would let it slip about Tommy Harris 
and his friends.

Towards evening he was again summoned to stand before 
his mother so she could fondle his erection and scrotum 
as he stood naked and exposed, hands behind his head and 
hips thrust forward. 

Walter spent every day for the next two weeks, naked, 
fetching and carrying for his mother.

Every time he came within arm's reach she would make him 
stand in front of her, hands behind his head and hips 
pushed forward, so she could fondle his erection. 
Sometimes gently, almost lovingly, rolling his foreskin 
up and down over the head with one hand, while gently 
cupping and rolling his testes with the other, slowly 
taking him to the point of orgasm and then taking her 
hands away to watch his erection throbbing and twitching 
in front of her face before beginning again warning him 
he wasn't to cum. 

Other times roughly, pushing the foreskin back so far 
and so hard he cried with pain. When his mother saw him 
cry, she would slap him painfully across the face. 'Quit 
your snivelling you little cunt' she would shout at him, 
as she continued roughly handling his package. Squeezing 
his testes until he thought he would vomit, tugging on 
his penis violently and pushing it down between his 
legs. Slapping it and his ball bag, making them dance 
about as he flinched and cried in pain. 

Other times she would yank the plug out of his rectum 
and painfully jam as many fingers as she could in its 
place, telling him 'we need to stretch that fuck hole 
out for your boyfriends, bitch boy.' 

His mother always sent him upstairs before his father 
entered the house, after work, much to Walter's relief. 

Today was to be different.

Today as his father, returning from work, let himself in 
the front door. Walter was standing naked being fondled 
by his mother. He panicked and tried to move away, not 
wanting his father to see him naked in the living room 
and being groped by his mother.

His mother, expecting this took a tight hold of his 
scrotum. 'Don't you even twitch, you little cunt or I'll 
crush your balls like grapes, it's about time your 
useless father saw what his pride and joy was like.

Walter stood motionless and heard his father enter the 
living room to see his naked son in the hands of his 
wife. Walter heard him gasp in surprise and mumble 
incoherently. 'Don't stand there with your mouth open 
catching flies you dumb cunt, get upstairs and get 
washed and shaved. You know the drill, you have twenty 
minutes. don't have me follow you and beat your skinny 
arse back down here,' Walter heard his mother shout. 
Walter stood to attention as his father hurried past him 
and climbed the stairs to the bathroom.

Walter was on his knees rubbing and licking his mothers 
feet when his father, red faced, entered the living room 
to present himself to his wife for inspection, hands 
behind his neck, feet apart and groin thrust forward.

Walter seen his father's erect penis bobbing about as he 
walked and was a little relieved to notice it was no 
bigger than his own member.

'Ok bitch' his mother growled, 'up on your hind legs 
beside your father, display position.'

Walter stood beside his father, in the same revealing 
position. He noticed he was the same height as his 
father too, but a lighter, slimmer build.

Walter and his father stood side by side, naked and 
exposed, as the woman of the house eyed them critically. 
Walter was embarrassed yesterday when he was alone with 
his mother, but being naked with his father was taking 
it to a whole new level. 

'Right you two useless fuckers,' his mother spat, 'this 
is the deal. I will tell you to do stuff and you will do 
it. Any hesitation and you will be beaten. Any 
reluctance and you will be beaten. Anyone says 'no' and 
you will be beaten. I will accept no excuses, I will 
accept no explanations. You will do what you're told, 
when you're told. Does everyone understand what I have 
just said?

'Yes mummy' Walter and his father chorused. 

Walter was surprised to hear his father refer to his 
wife as 'mummy.'

'Ok, his mother said, 'just make sure you do. Face each 
other.' Walter and his father turned ninety degrees 
until they were facing each other.

As humiliated as Walter felt, he suspected his father 
felt worse.

'You' his mother said, giving Walter a nudge with her 
foot, check the pig for stubble.' 

Walter looked at his mother in wide eyed surprise. 
Surely she wasn't suggesting he touch his naked father?

'Get on with it' his mother shrieked, jumping from the 
chair and landing a slap across the face of the 
teenager, hard enough that he saw stars.

Walter, tentatively reached out a trembling hand towards 
his father's groin, gently touching the smooth skin 
above his jutting penis with the tips of his fingers.

'Check his ball bag as well' his mother ordered.

Walter couldn't believe his mother was forcing him to 
touch his own father and he felt the tears spring to his 
eyes. He noticed his father had tears running down his 
face also.

Moments later, although it felt like hours, Walter was 
relieved to hear his mother order the two men to face 
her.

'You two stupid fucks just don't learn. You' she barked, 
jutting her chin at Walter's father, 'get your 
punishment chair, and you,' nodding her head in the 
direction of her son, 'get that cane from the back of 
the door.'

Walter fetched the cane and brought it back as his 
father carried a high backed chair from the kitchen, 
positioning it sideways on to the woman in the armchair. 
'Get across it' she barked at her husband, and Walter 
watched as his father draped himself across the back of 
the chair, holding on to the seat with both hands.

'Right, shithead,' his mother ordered next, 'you lay 
five on your daddy's arse, as hard as you can. I want 
five individual lines when you're finished. Take your 
time and let each one sink in. if I'm not satisfied when 
you're done, I'll give you five.'

Walter couldn't believe what he was being forced to do. 
Cane his own naked father. But he didn't see he had much 
choice.

He positioned himself behind his father, noticing for 
the first time that his father also wore a plug in his 
rectum, although it looked twice the size of the one he 
wore himself, and measured up for the first cut.

Walter swung the cane as hard as he could, and heard his 
father suck in his breath with a hiss. Walter also 
noticed an angry purple welt spring up on his father's 
buttocks immediately.

He waited a couple of moments until his father stopped 
fidgeting and struck again, one inch below the first. 
His father grunted with pain and let out an audible 
gasp.

'Keep quiet and keep still' his mother ordered her 
husband and nodded at Walter to continue. Walter lined 
up the next strike and was surprised to see his mother 
dip her hand between her wide spread legs, as she gently 
stroked her clitoris, getting turned on watching her 
naked son beat his equally naked father.

Walter lashed out the next cut with the cane as hard as 
he could, fearful of upsetting his mother and was 
rewarded with another instant welt appearing on his 
father's buttocks, again at about an inch spacing. His 
father grunted slightly but remained still.

Again Walter slashed the cane against his father's 
bottom, watching another welt spring up, and heard his 
mother moan as her fingers continued to flick and strum 
her own clit.

Walter swung the cane a fifth and final time, hearing 
the crack as it landed against his father's bottom and 
was rewarded with another purple welt.

'Stand' his mother barked, display your welts.'

Walter watched as his father stood and turned his back 
to his wife, shuffling back until his bruised buttocks 
were within reach of the woman.

Walter stood mesmerised as his mother reached out with 
one hand to trace the purple lines on her husband's 
buttocks, while masturbating herself with the fingers of 
the other.

'Ok cunts, switch places.' Walter handed his father the 
cane before fearfully draping himself across the back of 
the chair, the way his father had done moments before, 
and watched his father get into position to beat him, as 
he had just beaten his father, as his mother 
masturbated. 

'Just give him three,' he heard her tell his father, 
'this is his first time.'

Nothing could have prepared Walter for the pain he felt 
at the first stinging cut from the cane. His buttocks 
felt like they were on fire. He gasped with pain and 
dearly wanted to stand and rub his flaming buttocks with 
his hands, but he knew that would only result in more 
pain.

He tensed his buttocks to try to reduce the pain from 
the cut he knew was coming. It did not work. His bottom 
felt as if it had exploded. Like molten lead had been 
poured over it. He was sure he was bleeding.

The third and final slash landed and Walter couldn't 
help but moan a little. He was hopeful his mother would 
overlook it as it was his first time getting the cane. 
His legs trembled and his nose was running.

'Good boy' his mother said, 'you took it better than the 
'pig' did his first time. Up now, and check for stubble 
again. I want it done right this time. You, pig, you 
check sonny boy first. Show him how it's done. Walter 
felt his father's hands feel his pubis and scrotum, 
lifting the heavy bag out of the way before pushing his 
fingers in and around his anus, checking for stubble 
Walter might have missed. 'All clean mummy' his father 
said before placing his hands behind his head and 
spreading his legs. 'Good, now you check your father, 
and do it right or you'll go back across the chair 
again, for five this time.'

Walter tentatively reached for his father's groin for 
the second time, sliding his fingers across the smooth 
skin above his father's erect penis and down the sides 
of his scrotum and further back to check between his 
buttocks, lifting the heavy full bag with one hand.

'Check his chest and underarms, his mother ordered. 
Walter couldn't have felt more humiliated as he stood 
naked rubbing his hands across his father's naked body 
as his mother sprawled in the armchair watching and 
openly masturbating. Walter stroked his fingers across 
his father's chest and underarms and finding no stubble 
he told his mother so. 'Ok, put the chair back in the 
kitchen. You, pig, on your knees and do what you do 
best, and if you stop before you're told you'll get back 
over the chair.' 

Walter returned the chair to the kitchen, not risking a 
quick rub of his bottom. He returned to the sitting room 
to find his father on his knees between the wide spread 
legs of his mother, licking and suckling at the dark, 
hairy slit for all he was worth. Walter stood to one 
side, close enough that his mother could touch him if 
she wanted and putting his hands behind his head and 
pushing his genitals forward, he watched the scene 
before him.

His mothers robe had fallen open exposing her large 
breasts with their dark rubbery nipples. 

Walter watched as they rose and fell with his mothers 
gasping breath. His eyes travelled down over the soft 
round belly to where his father was slurping and licking 
at the juncture of her wide spread legs. His mother had 
one hand entangled in his father's hair, pulling and 
guiding him, directing his tongue where she wanted it. 

She reached for Walter's jutting penis with her other 
hand, moving the foreskin back and forth while rubbing 
her thumb on the underside of the glands.

'Good boy, cock nice and hard, just the way I like them. 
The three of us are going to have so much fun together,' 
his mother breathed as she stroked Walter's erection. 
'I'll train you just like I trained your father. Your 
daddy can suck a cock with the best of them. All the 
queers around here say he's the best cock sucker they 
have ever met. He's had more cocks up his pooper than 
you've had hot dinners. A proper slut, is your daddy. 
You'll be trained the same way, she gasped. Starting 
tomorrow yourself and your daddy are going to get 
intimate. 

'We'll start slow as I know it'll be hard for you. Both 
of you. You'll become as good a cock sucker as your 
daddy. You'll practice on each other. You'll suck each 
other's cocks and you'll fuck each others arses. You'll 
kiss and make out like teenage lovers. You'll lose all 
shame in your lovemaking. And when you're good enough, 
you'll put on shows for my friends. I have friends, men 
and women, that would love to see my two men getting 
jiggy.

Walter listened with growing horror at what his mother 
was saying. He watched her write about as her orgasm 
approached. Walter watched his mothers soft hand as it 
stroked up and down on his erection, the long red nails, 
her thumb rubbing his glands. Walter watched as his 
father lapped and sucked at his mother's hairy pussy. 
Walter watched his mothers large naked breasts swaying 
and quivering, the rubbery nipples hard and he felt the 
orgasm building inside him.

'That's it bitch' his mother gasped at his father, 
'right there, harder, get your tongue all the way in, 
harder, faster, oh yea, nearly there, keep going Pig, 
keep going, keep going, keep going, keep going.'

Walter watched his mother buck and twitch as her orgasm 
approached, her large naked breasts quivering, her soft 
belly and her wide spread legs. He watched her soft hand 
glide up and down on his erection and he watched his 
father lick her to an orgasm. Walter felt his balls 
tighten as he tried to hold back, but there was too much 
going on, and the soft insistent hand of his mother 
gliding over his erection was too much to bear. 

As he watched his mother buck and jerk in the throes of 
orgasm, as she pulled on a fistful of his father's hair, 
he felt himself pass the point of no return. As his 
balls exploded he watched, horrified, as a thick rope of 
boy juice spurted from the tip of his penis to land on 
the quivering belly of his mother, quickly followed by 
another and then a third, finally spasming to dribble 
onto his mothers fingers.

Walter stood still as his mother relaxed, and her 
breathing slowed. Moments later she opened her eyes and 
looked at her sons spending pooling on her soft belly.

'Get up here Pig and lick up this mess' she ordered her 
husband, pulling him by the hair until he began to lick 
up his sons sperm.

'Bend over and open your fucking mouth you dirty little 
bastard,' she spat at Walter.

Walter bent at the waist and opened his mouth and his 
mother thrust her slimy fingers inside. 'Suck' was all 
she said and Walter sucked the residue of his own orgasm 
from his mothers fingers.

When Walter's mother had been licked clean, she pushed 
her husband out of the way and stood up, then delivered 
a stinging slap to Walter's face. 'There's no cumming 
without permission' she screeched. 'I don't care what 
you have to do, you don't cum without permission. I will 
not have you behaving like animals. You will not be 
spraying your seed, willy nilly, around the house 
unsupervised. Your father has some control, you will 
learn control too.' 

With that she delivered another slap to Walter's face, 
that left him seeing stars. 'Get on your fucking knees, 
the Pig had to drink your slop so it's only fair you 
drink his. Get your head back. Open your fucking mouth. 
Wider. Don't you dare move. You, Pig, stand in front of 
the boy and pull on that noodle, don't you dare stop 
till you cum in his mouth.'

Walter squatted on the floor with his head thrown back 
and his mouth agape and watched, horrified, as his 
father shuffled into position to wank himself into his 
sons open mouth, as his mother watched. Walter noticed 
his mothers robe was still open and off her shoulders, 
exposing her large breasts and soft belly. His eyes took 
it all in, down to the hairy pussy between her legs. He 
watched as his father took hold of his penis and moved 
the foreskin up and down, wanking himself as he moved 
himself closer to Walter, stopping when his penis was 
only a couple of inches away from his sons gaping mouth.

Walter watched his mother move to stand beside his 
father, as she dropped a long string of slimy spit into 
Walter's wide open mouth. He watched his naked father 
masturbating himself, red faced, as he prepared himself 
to orgasm into the gaping mouth of his teenage son. He 
watched as his mothers large full breasts and soft belly 
quivered and swayed with every move she made. 
'Permission to have a squirtie mummy' he heard his 
father ask, red faced, as he slowed his ministrations 
down, not wanting to orgasm without permission.

'Cum into his mouth, Pig, and don't miss' he heard his 
mother say and almost immediately he felt his mouth fill 
with his father's slimy ejaculate. Walter gagged on the 
taste and the knowledge of where it came from.

'Swallow it fucker,' he heard his mother order, 'or I'll 
skin you alive, if you get sick I'll beat you until you 
lick it all back up again.'

Walter forced himself to swallow his father's slimy 
seed, gagging, but keeping it down. His mother grasped 
his father's softening erection and slowly milked it 
from the root to the tip, gathering the last drops of 
her husband's orgasm on the tips of her fingers and 
pushed the slimy digits into Walter's mouth, before 
scooping some of the stray drops from his lips and chin, 
pushing them in also, grasping his chin and pulling his 
head this way and that to check inside his mouth, making 
sure he had swallowed all his father's offering. 

Satisfied that the boys mouth was empty, she dropped 
another long string of saliva into his mouth and told 
him to swallow.

Finally Walter heard his mother order him to his feet. 
The two men stood in the display position as Walter's 
mother looked them over, noticing that they both had 
flaccid penises now. 

'Up to your beds, tomorrow we begin training in earnest. 
In the morning you will shower together. You will shave 
yourselves and each other. You will check each other for 
stubble and if you find any you will shave again. If I 
find any there will be hell to pay. You are responsible 
for each other, so if I find stubble on one of you, you 
will both be beaten.'

Walter followed his father up the stairs, noticing the 
welts and scars on the older man's buttocks, back and 
legs, and wondered what tomorrow would bring. He could 
still taste his father's semen and his mothers saliva in 
his mouth. His stomach turned with fear and revulsion. 
Walter got into bed and lay trembling for hours, going 
over the events of the day, again and again. Sleep would 
not come.

He heard his mother abusing his father again for hours. 
He heard every sound. The slaps and grunts. The cries of 
pain and his father begging. 

His mother laughing and belittling his father and the 
degrading names she called him.

The next morning Walter was called into his parents 
room.

His mother was sitting up in bed, the bedclothes pulled 
up under her chin. His father was kneeling naked on the 
floor, hands behind his head as usual. Walter noticed a 
lot more redness on his father's back and buttocks.

'I thought it over last night,' his mother said. 'You 
two bitches are too stupid to do things for yourselves, 
so you're going to be responsible for each other's 
washing and shaving. From this morning you will shower 
together. You will wash each other and then you will 
shave each other. You are no longer permitted to touch 
your own bodies.

You will insert plugs into each others arses and you 
will put cock rings on each other. You will also be 
responsible for maintaining each other's erections. When 
you put cock rings on your partner, you will stroke his 
penis until its erect, then you will stop. If, during 
the day, your own erection begins to soften, you will 
approach your partner and ask him to stroke your little 
noodle to hardness again.

If I see either of you without an erection, you will 
both be beaten. If I see either of you touching your own 
little organ, you will both be beaten, now off you go to 
the shower. You have forty minutes then I want you both 
back here for inspection. God help you if all is not 
well.'

Walter and his father hurried, naked, to the bathroom to 
do his mothers bidding. Both were red faced and 
embarrassed at what they were being forced to do but 
neither man wanted to upset the woman of the house.

They entered the shower cubicle together and after 
wetting themselves, began soaping each other using their 
bare hands, a practice that made each man shudder with 
revulsion. With the soaping and rinsing done in record 
time, each began to shave the other with wet razors. 

A painstaking task, as they had to keep stopping to give 
each other access to intimate areas.

Washing and shaving done, it was time for the plugs. 
Walter's father greased Walter's plug and smeared his 
sons arse hole with lubricant, sliding his finger in and 
twirling it around, then inserted the plug to the hilt.

Walter had an opportunity to inspect his father's plug 
at this time. It was big. Three inches at its widest 
part, two inches thick where it sat in his anus. Walter 
greased it and his father's hole using his finger, then 
gently eased the large plug into place until it was 
seated home. After a final check, the two humiliated men 
went back to the bedroom to be inspected by Walter's 
mother.

The two men were on their backs on the bed, head to toe, 
fondling each other's erections as Walter's mother told 
them the itinerary she had in mind for them. 

The first Friday of every month would be 'squirtie' 
night, assuming they had earned it.

Starting tonight, as it was the first Friday, they would 
both get a 'squirtie.'

They would have to make each other squirt with their 
hands for this month.

Next month you will both use your mouths.

The month after that, will be anal night.

Walter and his father were both horrified at the 
perversions they were going to be forced to inflict on 
each other, as they lay on their backs, head to toe, 
slowly masturbating each other's erections, erections 
that had never been as hard.

The two naked, erect, men spent the day cooking, 
cleaning and fetching for the lady of the house, 
attending to her every whim. Many times during the day, 
Walter's father approached his son, and red faced asked 
him to fondle his 'noodle' to erection, as per his 
wife's instructions.

Walter stroked the soft cock of his father, coaxing it 
to swell and grow, as the older man stood exposed, hands 
behind his head, only stopping when his father's cock 
was stiff and erect, then, making sure to push the 
foreskin back behind the helmet, they both returned to 
work.

Walter only had to ask his father once during the day to 
fondle his 'noodle' and stood in the same position, as 
his father gently masturbated him to full size, all the 
time being watched by his mother.

As evening approached, Walter's mother ordered the two 
naked men upstairs to the master bedroom. It was time to 
have their 'squirtie.'

Walter was first. His mother bade him get on the low 
table on his hands and knees, as she settled on her back 
on the bed, opening her robe and sliding her hand 
between her legs to rub her clitoris. His father was 
ordered to remove the plug from his sons anus and insert 
two fingers of his left hand into the gaping hole. He 
was told to stimulate the prostate with his left hand 
and to masturbate his sons erection with his right. His 
mother bade her husband to hand Walter a six inch dildo, 
instructing the boy to suck lovingly on the plastic 
phallus as his father began to masturbate him.

Walter's face reddened with shame at the position he 
found himself in. on his elbows and knees, naked, on the 
table, sucking on a plastic penis with his own naked 
father gently stroking his stiff member with one hand, 
while massaging his prostate gland with two fingers of 
the other hand lodged in his boy pussy as his mother 
watched and rubbed at her clitoris. As humiliated as he 
felt, Walter couldn't help but enjoy the sensations.

It didn't take Walter long to pump out his boy juice 
onto the smooth wood of the table at this treatment as 
his father massaged his prostate and milked his hard 
penis and after only a couple of minutes he was bucking 
and grunting as he spurted a sizable load onto the table 
beneath his belly.

After dismounting the table and licking up his own 
spending, on his mothers orders, they were told to 
switch places.

Walter watched his father mount the table as he himself 
had moments before, pushing his bottom up and dropping 
his head to suck on the fake penis. Walter pulled the 
plug from his father's anus and inserted two fingers of 
his left hand deep into the gaping hole, wriggling them 
about until he felt the walnut sized prostate gland, 
then taking his father's erection in his right hand he 
began to gently roll the foreskin up and back over the 
smooth knob, masturbating the older man, rubbing and 
pushing at the smooth round gland deep in his father's 
rectum, all the time conscious of his mother 
masturbating as she watched.

After about ten minutes of this treatment, Walter's 
father began to squirm and pant as his orgasm approached 
and Walter skinned bask his father's foreskin and 
concentrated on rubbing and squeezing the rubbery head 
of the older man's member, while pushing hard on his 
prostate. Moments later Walter was rewarded with a large 
puddle of semen as it shot out of the tip of his 
father's throbbing erection, followed by a few smaller 
spurts.

Walter watched as the older man dismounted from the 
table and licked up the puddle of cum from the shiny 
surface.

'Gather the last drops and feed them to him' his mother 
ordered, and Walter grasped his father's softening penis 
again and squeezed it from root to tip to expel the last 
of the older man's ejaculate onto his fingers, before 
pushing them into the sucking mouth of his father, as 
his mother gasped through the first of many orgasms she 
would have tonight.

Walter lay quietly in his bed, after his mother 
dismissed him, listening to his father being abused in 
the master bedroom. He heard his father cry out time and 
time again as his mother slashed at him with the bamboo 
cane, forcing him to 'admit' he wanted to fellate and 
sodomise his own son. Walter listened as his father held 
out as long as he could, but they both knew his mother 
would continue to beat him until he 'admitted' he was 
gay for his own son.

Walter listened, sick to his stomach, as his mother 
narrated exactly what she was going to make her son and 
his father do together, in between his mothers gasps of 
pleasure and his father's cries of pain. Walter assumed 
his father was providing oral sex again, and his blood 
ran cold at the things his mother was saying. 

He didn't want to have sex with his own father. To suck 
and be sucked. To fuck and be fucked. To lick his own 
spending from his father's shit hole and have his father 
do the same to him. The thoughts of all those things 
were bad enough, but he heard talk of an audience, of 
movies for sale and on the internet. And he heard his 
mother gasping about having them suck and fuck with dogs 
and other animals. 

Walter was submissive and needed to be dominated. He 
still missed Tommy Harris and the other lads and the 
things they had made him do. He still got erections 
thinking about his mothers naked body and her soft hands 
as she fondled his penis to orgasm. But this was too 
much for him to take in. Walter lay trembling in his bed 
as he listened to his mother have one orgasm after 
another thanks to his father's borrowing tongue.

Eventually, hours later, when he was sure his parents 
were asleep, Walter got dressed and crept quietly down 
the stairs and out of the house, vowing to never see his 
parents again. 

Today was Walter's eighteenth birthday.

Walter travelled to the city that night, slept rough and 
next morning got a menial job waiting tables. At last he 
was independent. 

It wasn't long before he got a job on the ground floor 
of a multinational company. He worked hard and as the 
years passed he climbed the ladder steadily. It wasn't 
long before he came to the attention of the CEO, Mr. 
Williams.

Mr. Williams thought of Walter as the son he never had. 

He admired Walter's hard work ethic and his clean cut 
appearance.

Walter met Mr. Williams daughter, Mary, through work, 
and felt an instant attraction. It was mutual.

Walter asked his boss for permission to ask Mary on a 
date and his boss granted him permission.

Walter and Mary went out for six months and at the end 
of that time Walter asked his boss for permission to 
marry his daughter.

Mr. Williams was delighted. The wedding was a lavish 
affair, the best that money could buy, but after the 
honeymoon things settled into a boring routine. 

Walter's need to be dominated caused many arguments. The 
sex was boring and unsatisfactory. Walter tried to get 
Mary interested in taking the upper hand, but she 
thought sex should be done in a darkened room in the 
missionary position.

Walter, in frustration, found himself turning, more and 
more, to his computer and his fantasies for sexual 
satisfaction.

***

Six months into the marriage, Mary fell pregnant. The 
result of a drunken night spent together after a works 
party.

Again, Mr. Williams was delighted and promoted Walter to 
vice chairman of the board, grooming him to take over 
from him when the time was right.

Mary had a hard time with the pregnancy, spending most 
of the time in bed and on the eight month she was 
admitted to hospital with complications and gave birth 
to identical twin boys, which were named Jack and John.

It took nearly a year for Mary to return to the marital 
home after giving birth to the twins. It had been hard 
on her. She still suffered from discomfort in her groin 
area and sex was out of the question. Months led into 
years and before he knew it, Walter hadn't had sex with 
his wife for twelve years. Any talk of domination was 
quickly shot down, with Mary accusing Walter of being 
some kind of deviant, only concerned with his penis. 

Communication between Walter and his wife was zero. They 
both took out their frustrations and anger on their 
sons. Corporal punishments were the norm and as Walter 
observed his wife beating his sons, having first 
stripped them and placed them across her lap, he 
couldn't help sometimes wishing it was himself she was 
beating. 

Shortly after the twins thirteenth birthday, Mary was 
taken ill and went back into hospital. She passed away 
two weeks later.

Walter was now back where he started but with twin sons 
to look after.

The family helped as much as they could, and Walter 
hired a nanny.

He started frequenting bars at weekends hoping to meet 
someone who could give him what he craved.

Walter returned to the internet to satisfy his craving 
for domination, trawling through female domination 
sites, looking at graphic images and videos of dominant 
women abusing submissive men, as he pulled at his 
erection.

He sometimes wished he had never left home that fateful 
night, and sometimes when he thought he saw Tommy Harris 
on a crowded street, his heart thumped in his chest. He 
told himself it was fear, but he suspected it was 
excitement.

One night as he was busy looking through his favourite 
sites, masturbating, he stumbled across an advertisement 
for a professional dominatrix, and as he studied the 
photo of the lady, his heart skipped a beat. She was the 
most beautiful woman he had ever seen. 

Large firm breasts, large buttocks, soft, but firm. Long 
black hair in a pony tail and tanned looking skin.

Walter phoned for a 'date' and was accepted.

Miss Lucinda was all he had ever hoped for. She 
embarrassed and humiliated him but made it seem like the 
most natural thing in the world. He left after the first 
'date' considerably poorer, but fully satisfied. Walter 
was in love. He asked Miss Lucinda to marry him shortly 
after.

Lucinda informed him that if they were to get wed, their 
lifestyle would be for real. She warned him she would 
not play games, that he would become her slave in all 
sense of the word.

Six months of constant begging later, Walter and Lucinda 
were married.

Immediately after the wedding, Lucinda took charge. 
Walter was forced to sell his apartment in the city and 
buy a larger house in the country. Walter protested, as 
the apartment was plenty big for the two of them as the 
twins were with their grandparents and besides, it was 
closer to work, but a session with Lucinda's cane, soon 
had him seeing sense.

Walter's sons moved in soon after, as Lucinda wanted 
'the whole family experience.' Walter was delighted. 'At 
last' he thought, 'things were on the up.'

Lucinda laid down the law straight away. The boys were 
to call her 'mummy, Walter was to call her 'miss Lucy.' 
Lucinda wore the pants and punishments were to be meted 
out as Lucinda saw fit. All punishments were to be in 
the form of bare bottomed spanking, using a variety of 
implements, from hand spankings to the dreaded cane, and 
everything in between, depending on the severity of the 
infraction. 

Neither Walter nor the twins would be exempt from 
punishment, which would be carried out in the living 
room, with the whole family in attendance. Lucinda put 
Walter in charge of the twins nightly bathing, an 
arrangement which embarrassed both the boys and their 
father. They protested of course, but Lucinda was having 
none of it and on the first night in their new home, the 
'man of the house' and his teenage sons trooped up the 
stairs to the bathroom to wash, after which Lucinda 
would inspect the boys and punish their father if she 
wasn't satisfied.

Lucinda loved to have the boys stand naked before her as 
she fondled their small penis's to erection, moving the 
little balls around in their scrotums and inserting her 
finger into their anus's to check they were clean. 

If faeces was found on her fingertip, it was presented 
to a red faced Walter to be licked and sucked from her 
manicured fingertips. Walter was responsible for their 
cleanliness so it was only fair Walter cleaned her 
finger if he failed to do his job properly.

Lucinda loved to watch an embarrassed Walter as she 
fondled his sons erections, happy in the knowledge that 
he wished it was himself she was fondling , instead of 
his pre-pubescent sons.

While Walter was at work, Lucinda, secretly, had hidden 
cameras installed in every room in the house, along with 
motion sensors and manual command function, connected to 
her computer.

Walter's salary was paid directly into Lucinda's bank 
account, with Walter receiving a small allowance for bus 
fare and miscellaneous items during the week, which all 
had to be accounted for. This was particularly 
humiliating for Walter as the Vice President of the 
company, he was used to having a company car. The car 
was left at the house for Lucinda to drive, while Walter 
got the bus.

Walter was made to undress completely the moment he 
arrived home from work, and report to Lucinda, 
regardless of the twins, or anyone else who might be in 
the house. Walter found this very humiliating, to parade 
naked in front of his sons, and imagined how his own 
father must have felt all those years ago. Luckily his 
sons didn't seem too traumatised by seeing their father 
naked.

That progressed to being 'examined' by Lucinda, which 
was little more than an excuse to grope and fondle his 
genitalia.

Walter was always conscious of his sons nearby, as he 
always got an erection in the soft hands of his wife, 
but after an initial observation in the goings on of 
their naked father and his wife, they appeared to take 
it in their stride.

This delighted Lucinda no end. She wanted to 'normalize' 
having naked men in the house in front of her step sons.

Punishment day usually meant that Walter was stark naked 
across Lucinda's knee being beaten with the back of a 
hairbrush until he cried, as the boys looked on 
trembling, wondering if they were next. After that, 
Walter had his 'corner time,' standing naked facing into 
the corner of the room, nose touching the wall and hands 
locked behind his head, tears drying on his face, red 
arse on display as the boys played or went about their 
normal business.

Walter was now forced to bathe the twins naked as well, 
all being recorded by secret camera. Walter protested of 
course, but he was beaten until he agreed. That 
progressed to Walter and the twins all bathing together 
in the same bath, Lucinda bathing Walter, slowly 
massaging his cock and balls with her soft soapy hands, 
as the twins watched, until Walter thought he would die 
from pleasure, or shame.

It wasn't long of course until the twins were instructed 
how to 'clean' their father in the bath after Walter had 
bathed his sons, as Lucinda watched and offered 
encouragement. 'That's it Jack, push that foreskin back. 
Good boy, soap up your hands more, rub that knob at the 
end, long slow strokes with your two hands' good boy, 
you're doing good. Keep it up, all the way up, all the 
way down. John push your finger into the hole in his 
bottom, good boy, use more soap. Push it well in, 
wriggle your finger around, pull it back and push it in 
as far as you can. Good boy, now use two fingers. Keep 
'washing' that cock Jack. Good boys, you're doing 
great.'

Walter was mortified to have to stand in the bath, legs 
apart and hands locked behind his head, as his young 
sons were instructed to abuse his cock and anus, while 
his wife watched, under the pretence of personal 
hygiene.

Walter did all in his power not to enjoy the feeling, as 
his sons soft soapy hands caressed and stroked his 
genitals, but it was obvious by his erect penis that the 
opposite was true.

After about three weeks of this nightly treatment, and 
after nearly two months of enforced chastity, Lucinda 
told Walter that he could have his 'cum' tonight as his 
sons washed him in the bath. 

Walter protested, saying he didn't want his sons to do 
that to him. Lucinda said it was up to him, but there 
would be no 'cumming' for another month if so, and we'll 
try again next month. 'By the way, that is the only way 
you will get to cum, so it's tonight, or hold it till 
next month.'

That night, Walter, standing naked in the bath, legs 
apart and hands locked behind his head, had a huge 
orgasm as John stroked his cock and Jack burrowed his 
fingers in his arse. And through it all, Lucinda stood 
out of the way of the camera and watched, smirking.

She had Walter where she wanted him now. She had it all 
on tape, and she was nowhere to be seen. There would be 
no escape for Walter now.

Lucinda was ecstatic the way her new family were coming 
along.

Things progressed and the twins were also stripped naked 
as soon as they came in from school. They were red with 
embarrassment the first afternoon as they stripped naked 
and folded their clothes, before approaching to be 
inspected by their stepmother. The inspections were 
Lucinda's way of fondling their teenage genitals. She 
had a particular liking for their small hard cocks, and 
smooth, unblemished skin. Walter was horrified to return 
from work the first evening to strip naked and find his 
wife fondling the genitalia of both his sons as they 
stood before her. Of course there was nothing he could 
do about it.

Lucinda noticed the twins were starting to grow pubic 
and underarm hair, and they were both delighted as she 
told them they were on the way to becoming men and would 
be treated as men from now on.

Lucinda presented them with a set of tweezers, and 
instructed them to check each other thoroughly once a 
week, under arms, chests, and between their legs, paying 
attention to the area between their buttocks, and tweeze 
out any hair they found there.

About this time, Lucinda insisted that Walter give 
himself an all over body shave every morning as well. 
Then she ridiculed him in the bath each night, comparing 
his hairless body to the hairless bodies of the twins, 
saying they looked like triplets.

Lucinda used the twins at every opportunity to humiliate 
Walter, allowing one or both of them to punish their 
father as he bent naked over the back of a straight 
backed chair. Lucinda encouraged the boys to hit their 
father as hard as they could, as she reclined in the 
armchair with her hand in her panties rubbing her 
clitoris. The sight of her naked husband getting his 
arse reddened by his two naked sons, turned her on. She 
also wanted the boys to side with her, against their 
father.

One day as the two boys were roughhousing in the living 
room, they knocked over a vase belonging to Lucinda, a 
priceless heirloom that was left to her by her 
grandmother. Or so Lucinda always said. In fact it was 
worthless that she had picked up in a garage sale, but 
she liked the colour.

When Walter came home that evening and entered the 
living room, naked as usual, Lucinda was livid, or at 
least pretending to be. She laid into Walter, slapping 
him as hard as she could across the face, screeching 
about 'his' sons and how badly behaved they were, 
punching him in the face and pulling him by the hair to 
stand looking at the broken vase.

'Get your two brats into the kitchen, put them across 
your knee and flay the skin off their arse's, I want to 
hear sobbing and snuffling and remorse from them for 
what they did. My poor grandmother must be turning in 
her grave.'

Poor Walter didn't want to beat his sons, but he was too 
afraid of his wife to argue, so dragging the two boys by 
the arms, he pulled them to the kitchen, and sitting, 
naked, on a straight backed chair, he pulled both his 
naked sons across his lap at the same time and laid into 
both sets of white buttocks as hard as he could with the 
palm of his hand.

He didn't stop until both sets of buttocks were red and 
purple. He knew he had been rough with his sons, but he 
needed Lucinda's approval, so he laid into both boys, 
all being secretly recorded.

When Walter was finished meting out the boys punishment, 
he allowed them to stand and rub their burning buttocks 
as he berated them for smashing Lucinda's vase, as they 
stood with snot bubbling in their noses and tears 
running down their cheeks. Walter was conscious of the 
fact he had a throbbing erection, due mainly to his 
enforced celibacy, but due also, even though he wouldn't 
admit it, even to himself, to the soft naked bodies of 
his sons as they squirmed on his lap. Anyone observing 
might think that Walter was sexually aroused by beating 
his sons. Which is exactly what Lucinda was looking for.

But still she wanted more. She wanted to destroy Walter.

In bed that night she had Walter lie on his back as she 
straddled him. His aching cock buried to the hilt in her 
warm wet pussy. She gently rocked back and forth on his 
throbbing member as Walter lay motionless watching her 
large coffee coloured breasts sway about, driving him 
mad with lust, telling him how good he was to punish the 
boys for her, and how much she loved him. Walter thought 
he would die from pleasure as Lucinda slowly raised and 
lowered her wet pussy up and down on his throbbing 
erection. The hot moist hole felt so good on his cock. 
It had been a long time. Lucinda rode him slowly, 
pinching and pulling on his nipples as she gasped and 
grunted, forbidding him to cum, urging him to stay still 
and silent as she took her pleasure.

When she was sated, she dismounted his cock and turning 
towards his feet, lowered her sticky wet snatch over his 
eager mouth. 

As he licked and sucked, Lucinda told a horrified Walter 
what she wanted him to do next.

Walter entered the house the next evening after work, 
and having removed and folded his clothes, reported to 
the living room to Lucinda.

The boys were also naked, lying on the floor at his 
wife's feet, rubbing ointment into each other's bruised 
buttocks.

Walter stood before his wife as she 'inspected' his 
genitalia and anus for bristles or hair he might have 
missed during his morning ablutions. By the time she was 
finished, Walter had a throbbing erection.

She nodded at Walter and he went to the kitchen to 
prepare a 'nightcap' for everyone. He broke some 
sleeping pills into the twins drinks and stirred them 
until they were completely dissolved, then returned to 
the living room. Less than an hour later the twins were 
unconscious.

Lucinda again nodded at Walter, who, trembling, arranged 
the twins in a sixty-nine position, noticing that 
Lucinda had moved to stand in the furthest corner of the 
room, away from the naked trio. Walter rubbed each of 
his sons faces in his opposite twin's genitals, stroking 
the small soft penis's and rubbing the soft shaft across 
the others lips.

Lucinda's clit twitched as she watched her husband 
sexually abuse his own sons on her instructions, not 
knowing that the whole thing was being recorded.

Walter alternated between groping at his sons and 
tugging at his own erection, scooping up the large drops 
of pre-cum from the tip of his erect member on his 
finger and rubbing it over his sons lips, pushing his 
slimy finger into his sons soft mouth to deposit his pre 
cum onto the soft wet tongue, all the time murmuring, 
'good boys, suck on daddy's cock slime, that's the way, 
get it well into your mouth, tastes good, doesn't it? 
Plenty more where that came from, daddy's little cock 
suckers, daddy's little cum eaters.' A red faced Walter 
was forced to keep up this disgusting tirade as he 
rubbed his pre-cum on the faces of his sons and fondled 
their small penis's, while maintaining an erection 
himself.

He had been instructed to do this for fifteen minutes, 
but not to cum. After the allocated time had expired, 
Walter arranged his sons on their backs and slid down 
between their legs, taking first one, then the other, of 
his sons small flaccid penis in his mouth, he sucked and 
licked for all he was worth, sucking the small testes 
into his mouth before engulfing the penis again, 
alternating between them every ten seconds or so, 
raising their legs off the floor and spreading their 
knees wide, he applied long broad strokes of his tongue 
to their small brown openings.

Walter was disgusted with himself for allowing this to 
happen. His thoughts flashed back to Tommy Harris and 
the other boys and the things they made him do, but they 
were all young adults, these were just kids. but he 
couldn't deny his raging hard-on.

Lucinda watched from the shadows, panting with lust, as 
Walter arranged himself again, as per her instructions. 
He began to work his way up the small smooth bodies of 
his sons, kissing and licking as he went, dipping his 
tongue into the belly buttons of both his sons and 
sucking on their small nipples as though he was making 
consensual love to both of them, eventually coming to 
the most distasteful part of his orders.

Lucinda had instructed him to push his tongue into the 
mouths and up the noses of his sons, to lick their faces 
and spit in their mouths.

He spent ten minutes doing just that, licking their eyes 
and pushing his tongue into their ears, feeling his 
stomach turn with the things he was doing to his own 
sons.

At least he was grateful they were unconscious and no 
one would ever know. He would deny it ever happened. 

Little did he know.

After ten minutes of this treatment, Walter arranged his 
sons, face to face, noses touching and moving to kneel 
at their heads, facing their feet, Walter took his 
rampant erection in his hand, and for the first time in 
months, he began to masturbate, rubbing his hard penis 
slowly from tip to root with his right hand, as he 
gently massaged his testicles and pulled on his own 
nipples with his left.

Walter didn't last long. A couple of minutes or rubbing 
his cock and he exploded his large sticky load on the 
faces of his sons, then gathering up the last few drops 
from the tip of his softening cock, he licked his 
fingers clean, before massaging the puddles on his sons 
faces into their lips and cheeks, pushing his slimy 
fingers into their mouths, rubbing his juice into their 
gums and tongues, feeding his sons his cum.

When Walter had done all he was asked, he looked to 
Lucinda for instructions. Lucinda told him to carry the 
boys to bed, but to leave his spending to dry on their 
faces, then get himself to bed. 

Later that night as Walter lay motionless on his back, 
Lucinda again took her pleasure, bouncing up and down on 
his erection as he lay beneath her gazing at her 
beautiful swaying breasts as she complimented him on his 
performance with his sons. She rode him until she was 
exhausted before ordering him between her thighs to use 
his tongue and lips. Hours later Lucinda was satisfied, 
having cum five times. Watching Walter abuse his own 
sons, and the power the hidden recordings gave her over 
him, had turned her on immensely. 

She fell into a deep restful sleep. Walter did not.

When Walter was shaving in the shower next morning prior 
to work, Lucinda came into the bathroom. After watching 
her husband for a while she informed him she was leaving 
out some new underwear for him on the bed. He was 
instructed to put it on and wear it all day at work. 
When he returned in the evening he was to enter the 
living room wearing only the underwear and the shoes he 
would find in the hall.

Walter finished his business in the bathroom and padded 
naked to the bedroom to dress. There on the bed he was 
horrified to find silk stockings, a garter belt and a 
ladies bra, all in shocking pink. No knickers were to be 
found. 

Walter donned the lingerie and surveyed the result in 
the full length mirror on the wall. He looked 
ridiculous, which was the effect Lucinda was looking 
for. His legs were too short and muscular in the 
stockings, his belly was round and the cups of the bra 
were too big. And his hairless penis and scrotum were 
framed by the garter belt, drawing attention to his 
genitalia. He put on a crisp white shirt, a tie and his 
suit. His penis and scrotum felt odd jiggling about 
freely in his trousers and the bra felt a bit 
restrictive under his shirt, but nothing seemed to be 
visible when he examined the effect in the mirror.

Walter decided to wear what he had on for today, to 
avoid argument, then have a talk with his wife when he 
returned in the evening. Things were getting out of hand 
he decided, as he remembered what he was made do to his 
sons.

Walter spent a day from hell. He kept getting erections 
every time he thought about what he had on under his 
suit and because he had no underpants, his hard-on was 
clearly visible in the crotch of his pants suit. Walter 
saw several people glance at his crotch and their eyes 
widen in surprise. The bra felt tight and itchy and the 
stockings made his legs sweat. 'Oh yeah' he thought, 
'things will change when I get home.' 

Walter entered the house that evening and removed and 
folded his suit. The only shoes he seen were ladies 
stilettos, with a four inch heel. They were also pink. 
'Fuck this' he thought. 'This has gotten out of hand, 
time to put a stop to this nonsense before it gets any 
worse, playing games with his wife was one thing, but 
getting his own sons involved, and expecting him to wear 
women's lingerie to work was too much. There was nothing 
he could do when Tommy Harris abused him. Tommy was 
older and bigger. Even his mother was physically more 
powerful. Besides, he was the man of the house, and 
Lucinda was his wife.' 

Walter tore off the stockings and bra, throwing them 
into the corner he again donned his suit and entered the 
living room to confront his wife.

Lucinda was sitting in her armchair when Walter entered. 
There was another woman there also, in the chair beside 
his wife. She was older, perhaps mid fifties, buxom, 
bleached blond. She wore a dark pants suit.

The twins were also there. They were naked. John stood 
in front of Lucinda and jack stood in front of the 
woman. Both women were fondling the genitalia of the boy 
in front of them.

Walter saw Lucinda's face darken as he entered, fully 
dressed. Walter felt a tremor of fear run down his back, 
but he demanded to know who the woman was that was 
abusing his sons.

The woman smiled at Lucinda and, ignoring Walter, bid 
her good evening, saying she would be back tomorrow to 
have more fun with the boys.

After the woman had let herself out, Lucinda told the 
twins to play upstairs till bedtime, as she had 
something to show their father.

Lucinda told Walter that the woman's name was Elizabeth, 
but he would refer to her as miss Elizabeth from now on, 
then she played the DVD that was already in the player.

Walter sat on the sofa and felt the blood drain from his 
whole body as he watched what was happening on the TV in 
front of him. There he was in all his naked glory, 
soaping up the genitals of his naked sons. There he was 
again, naked, being masturbated to a climax by a naked 
Jack, as a naked John pushed his fingers in and out of 
his father's anus. 

There he was again, naked, with his naked and crying 
sons across his lap as he whaled the tar from their 
buttocks, his erection clearly visible. And there he was 
again, naked, sucking on his naked sons penis's and 
licking their arse holes, masturbating onto their faces 
and appearing to kiss them. Lucinda had done a good job 
editing the video clips. She was nowhere to be seen.

Walter felt sick to his stomach. 'What's the meaning of 
this?' he demanded as he turned to face his smirking 
wife.

Lucinda stood before her husband and gently tilted his 
face up to gaze into his eyes, she kissed him gently on 
the lips, then slapped him as hard as she could across 
the face. Stars exploded in his head. He felt Lucinda 
grab his hair and twist his face until he was once again 
looking into her eyes. 'Listen to me you prick,' she 
spat. 'You have two choices, you can leave here tonight, 
ruined, or you can stay and be my plaything.' 

Walter couldn't believe what he was hearing from the 
woman he had begged to marry as she continued. 'If you 
stay, there will be times you will wish you were dead, 
you will serve me like a slave. You will fetch and 
carry. You will be responsible for the house. You will 
keep your job. You will do as I say when I say it. The 
word 'no' will never be uttered by you. If on the other 
hand you decide to leave, I will hand that recording 
over to the police, to the pastor at your church, to 
your boss, to the newspapers and I will post it online. 
You will be ruined. You will lose your job, your sons, 
your house, your wife and your freedom. The choice is 
yours. 

'If you decide to leave, I want you gone by morning, 
I'll give you that much head start. If you decide to 
stay, I want you up and ready for inspection in your 
'pinkies' at eight. You will sleep in the spare room 
tonight. Be warned, the time for playing games is over. 
From now on I will demand, and get obedience. Now get 
out of my sight.'

Walter ran for the bathroom to be sick as his wife 
dismissed him. The same beautiful woman that he had 
begged to marry him a thousand times, had turned into a 
she devil. How he would love his vanilla life back with 
Mary. How many times had he heard the old saying 'be 
careful what you wish for?' It was never more true than 
it was right now.

Walter didn't sleep a wink that night. He tossed and 
turned, trying to think of some way out of this mess. He 
could kill himself of course, but he was too much of a 
coward for that. Besides, she would have free rein with 
his sons if he did that. He could kill Lucinda. But he 
couldn't be sure how much that woman, Elizabeth knew. 
Maybe she even had copies of the DVD. His stomach turned 
again at the thoughts of anyone seeing that DVD. He was 
forced to do all those things, but the DVD made it look 
like he was making his sons do all that stuff. Walter 
could think of no way out at the moment. He would play 
along, for now, until an opportunity arose to break 
free. Then he would show that bitch.

Walter showered the next morning, and bleary eyed, ran 
the razor over his entire body. Satisfied he was clean 
shaven, he put on the pink lingerie his wife had lain 
out for him the evening before. He had new stockings, 
which meant she had a supply of them. At eight o clock 
he gave himself a final look over in the full length 
mirror and knocked on the door of the master bedroom. He 
received permission and entered, to be examined by his 
wife.

Lucinda was naked in the huge bed. She had the covers 
pulled up to cover her magnificent breasts, but he could 
see from her hard nipples she was naked. Both Walter's 
sons were in bed with his wife. They were asleep, and 
also naked. They lay uncovered, one either side of her. 
Walter watched sickened, as Lucinda gently played with 
jacks flaccid penis.

'Get over here bitch' Lucinda ordered the trembling man. 
'Get your arms up, hands behind your head, elbows back, 
further, push that little clitoris forward, legs apart. 
that's the way you will present yourself to me, or 
anyone else that wants you to, in the future. Do you 
understand?'

'Yes miss Lucy' Walter agreed, as he felt the soft warm 
hands of his wife check him for stubble. After ten 
minutes of touching his genitals, between his buttocks 
and under his arms, Walter was erect again, and after a 
slap to his buttocks, Lucinda told him to put on his 
suit and get to work. 'Your shoes will be in the hall 
tonight when you return, remove and fold your suit, put 
on your shoes and 'present' yourself to me when you 
enter the living room, do you understand those 
instructions?' 

'Yes miss Lucy' replied a red faced, crying Walter.
 
Walter spent another day of hell at work that day. The 
lingerie itched and made him sweat. He was conscious of 
his penis and balls swaying unfettered in his trousers, 
and he sprouted spontaneous erections throughout the 
day. He also saw the sly looks as others in the office 
became aware of his arousal.

He was glad to get inside his own front door that 
evening. He wouldn't have been if he had known what 
awaited him.

Walter removed and folded his suit as soon as he entered 
the house that evening, as per his wife's instructions. 
He stepped into the pink stiletto heels and had a quick 
look at himself in the hall mirror. He didn't look any 
less ridicules in the high heels, that was for sure, but 
he had no choice but to obey his wife. For the moment 
anyway. He steeled himself and entered the living room, 
wondering what his wife had in store for him tonight.

That woman, Elizabeth, was there again and Walter nearly 
turned and fled when he saw her, momentarily dropping 
his hands to cover his genitals. The twins were standing 
side by side, facing the wall, hands behind their heads. 
They were naked and it was obvious from their red 
buttocks, that they had been punished recently. 

Walter's face flamed up again as he moved to stand 
before his wife, and 'present' his body for inspection, 
hands behind his head, feet apart and hips thrust 
forward.

'Ah there's my little bitch boy, back from hunting, 
gathering, earning his daily bread to look after his 
family' his wife sneered, 'let's have a look at you, she 
added as she reached for his flaccid penis.

'Look at the little thing' she grinned over at 
Elizabeth, 'I told you it was tiny, not much bigger than 
his sons.' Walter felt his penis grow and stiffen, 
despite his humiliation, as Lucinda manipulated it in 
her soft hands, pushing the foreskin back with one hand 
as she hefted and gently squeezed his testes with the 
other. When he was erect, she changed hands, holding his 
penis with her left hand. Then she punched his testicles 
as hard as she could with her right fist.

'Don't you ever cover your little wee-wee with your 
hands again' she shouted at him.

Walter screeched like a wounded animal and fell to his 
knees. Lucinda slapped him as hard as she could across 
the face, drawing blood from his nose, then told him to 
busy himself in the kitchen, preparing food and cleaning 
up, 'and keep your hands off your clitoris' she warned 
him. Walter hobbled as best he could to the kitchen on 
the unfamiliar heels and through the pain in his 
scrotum, and as he did, he heard Elizabeth giggle. 

Walter busied himself washing pots and pans to keep his 
hands occupied. He would dearly have loved to gently cup 
his aching testes and examine them but he was afraid he 
would be caught. 

He heard murmuring and then Lucinda ordering the twins, 
'right you two, over here, are you ready to do as your 
told now, or do you need another dose across my knee?'

'We'll do as we're told mummy' Walter heard the boys 
tearfully answer. 'Good boys' Walter heard Lucinda 
murmur, 'Get on with it then.'

Walter hobbled around the kitchen, trying not to vomit 
with the pain in his testicles. He busied himself 
putting dishes in the sink, deliberately making a small 
amount of noise so Lucinda knew he was busy. He wondered 
what the women had the boys at, but he couldn't see 
anything. He manoeuvred himself until he could see into 
the living room in the reflection in the window and 
immediately wished he hadn't.

Lucinda and Elizabeth were relaxing in the easy chairs. 
They each had a hand down their knickers rubbing at 
their clitty's as they watched the naked boys. Jack and 
John stood in front of the women. Side on so what they 
were doing could be clearly seen. They were standing 
close. Close enough so their cocks were touching. They 
were grinding their hips together, mashing their small, 
hard, cocks together. They each had their left arms 
around their brothers waist, pulling their partners 
tight as they each ground their erect members into their 
brothers groins. They were using the fingers of their 
right hands to burrow and probe between their siblings 
buttocks. 

They were also kissing. Not the kisses reserved for 
family. Porno kisses. Mouths gaping open and tongues 
out. Lots of spit. Trying to push their tongues down 
their brothers throats, then pulling back to spit globs 
of saliva into their brothers mouth, before plunging 
their tongue back as far into the wide open mouth as 
they could. All the time listening to the breathless 
encouragement of Lucinda. 'Good boys, mummy likes that, 
oh ya, that's it baby, spit in his eyes. Ohh yes, that's 
it, lick his face, put your tongue up his nose, rub 
those cocks together for mummy, good boys, that looks so 
good, that's it, keep doing that, I'll cum soon.' 

Walter watched and listened to the perverted woman that 
he had begged to marry him, abuse his sons in front of a 
strange woman and the tears came again, hot and salty, 
burning his eyes and running down his cheeks as he 
pretended to be busy. It wasn't long before he heard the 
familiar grunts and gasps uttered by his wife as she had 
an orgasm. He had heard them often enough as she 
straddled his head, urging him to push his tongue 
deeper, or lick faster.

He heard her praise the boys for a job well done, 
promising them lots of time to 'practice' on each other, 
before dismissing them to the bedroom for an hour of 
playtime before bed.

Walter was summoned to the living room shortly after and 
as he stood before his wife, legs apart and hips thrust 
forward, she looked at him critically, up and down. His 
face reddened anew as he heard Miss Elizabeth snigger. 
He felt and looked foolish in his pink lingerie, as his 
throbbing penis bobbed about with every movement.

'From Monday' Lucinda began, 'Miss Elizabeth will be 
starting work in your company. You will employ her as 
your personal assistant. You will drive her in the 
company car, and drive her back here in the evenings. 
You will treat her with the same respect as you would 
me. You will obey her at all times. She will report 
directly to me. Any reluctance on your part and you will 
regret you were ever born. Do you understand?'

'Yes Miss Lucy' Walter answered.

Miss Elizabeth stood and stretched like a cat, arms 
stretched above her head as she yawned. Walter dropped 
his eyes to her large breasts, a look that was seen by 
both the women. She approached Walter from the side and 
gently took his hard penis in her soft hand, sliding the 
foreskin all the way back before cradling his testicles 
and squeezing gently.

'Don't you worry bitch boy,' she breathed in his ear, 
'you and me will have lots of fun.' she slowly stroked 
his penis from head to root, tickling under the glands 
with one finger, then she squeezed his aching testes as 
hard as she could.

Walter dropped, screeching, to his knees as he fought to 
stop himself from vomiting. Elizabeth kicked him in the 
ribs, knocking him sideways and as he looked up in fear 
through tear filled eyes he saw the mocking smile of his 
wife.

Monday was another day of hell for Walter. His new 
'assistant' Miss Elizabeth spent her day gossiping with 
the other women in the office and filing and painting 
her fingernails. When she wasn't tormenting Walter.

Several times during the day she would breeze into his 
office without knocking, much to the astonishment of the 
other women, and after only partially closing the door, 
demand that Walter stand and drop his trousers so she 
could 'inspect' his 'clit.' Then as Walter trembled with 
fear, remembering the crushing squeeze from the night 
before, she would spend ten minutes fondling his erect 
penis and testicles, rubbing her thumb over the velvet 
knob and tickling her finger around his puckered anus, 
and just as abruptly stopping, then ordering him to pull 
up his pants over his aching genitals and send him out 
to the main building to get her a glass of water. 

Walter would be conscious of the women giving 
embarrassed looks at his erection, which was obvious, 
jiggling about, unfettered, under his suit trousers. He 
wasn't sure how long his 'secret' life was going to 
remain a secret if he was going to be forced to do stuff 
like this.

That evening he drove home, Elizabeth relaxing in the 
back seat, stripped in the hall as he had been ordered 
and reported to his wife for 'inspection.'

He entered the living room, conscious of Elizabeth 
behind him, aware of his ridicules lingerie.

Lucinda was relaxing in her armchair. Her face was 
flushed, as though she had just had an orgasm. The twins 
were also there. Naked. Jack was standing before 
Lucinda. Side on, hands behind his head, feet apart. His 
penis was erect, throbbing, and it was wet with what 
Walter guessed, was his brothers saliva. John, red 
faced, was getting to his feet from where he had been 
kneeling in front of his brother. Lucinda stood and 
hugged her stepson. 'Good boy, you did good today.' 
Walter heard her say. 'Both of you upstairs now until 
dinner, and I don't have to tell you, no wanking.' 

'No mummy' the twins whispered. Walter watched as 
Lucinda pulled John close to her by the arm and lifted 
his head with a finger under his chin. 'You were a good 
boy today. I know it was hard for you, but it will get 
easier with practice.' Walter felt his face redden again 
as he imagined what his wife had been making his sons do 
to each other. He watched with jealously as his wife 
lowered her soft mouth to his sons and kissed him softly 
on the lips, momentarily darting her tongue deep inside 
his mouth, then dismissing them both, before turning her 
attention to Walter.

Lucinda noticed Walter's penis was hard as he stood 
submissively before her, hands behind his head and feet 
apart. He really did look stupid in the lingerie she 
thought, before deciding to get him some more.

She moved to one side and grasping his throbbing member 
in her right hand, she pushed one finger of her left 
hand into his anus.

'Well shit head' she breathed in his ear, as she stroked 
his erection. 'I see it turns you on to see your two 
little boys play together. Don't you worry yourself, as 
soon as I have them trained, you can all play together, 
would you like that? Walter watched Elizabeth move to 
stand directly in front of him, smirking, as she watched 
her 'boss' being humiliated. 'By the time I'm finished 
with you all, you'll be one big happy family' Lucinda 
continued, as she gently masturbated her husband. 
'Things are going to get interesting around here. 
There's nothing I like more than watching young boys 
have sex with each other, except maybe young boys having 
sex with their own father.' 

Walter was horrified at the things his wife was saying. 
He had a flashback to his mother saying similar things 
to him and his own father. But his erection was like 
stone.

Just as he thought he would ejaculate, Lucinda let go of 
his throbbing penis and told him to get to work in the 
kitchen. Walter hurried, as best he could in the high 
heels, to do her bidding, conscious of his erection 
bobbing about as he walked. He felt ridicules, and very 
horny. 

As he busied himself preparing food, he heard Elizabeth 
say she couldn't be tied up at the office all day every 
day, so tomorrow she would delegate to someone else to 
supervise Walter, and she knew just the person. Walter 
felt himself shiver. 'Just what he needed, someone else 
knowing his secret.'
 
Things deteriorated around the office for Walter after 
that. To his horror, Elizabeth told Becky, a junior 
assistant, of Walter's predicament and the next time 
Elizabeth breezed into his office demanding he 'stand up 
and drop your pants' she had Becky in tow.

Becky was a small buxom red head that had worked as a 
junior assistant in an outer office for five years. She 
was small but had a voluptuous curvy body that had often 
come to Walter's attention. She wore tops that were too 
tight and skirts that were too short. She looked like 
trouble.

Walter stood and dropped his pants around his ankles. 
'Play with yourself' Elizabeth ordered next and as 
Walter caught his flaccid penis between his finger and 
thumb and, red faced, began to slide his foreskin back 
and forth over his knob, the two women sniggered.

'This is so cool' Becky gushed, 'does he really do 
everything he's told?'

'He sure does' Elizabeth agreed. 'His wife set up secret 
cameras and caught the pervert groping his own sons, 
dirty fucker, you should come over some evening and 
watch them with us, they're hilarious. This dirty cunt, 
puffing and wheezing, rubbing his little clit, sucking 
and licking his sons pricks. It's very funny.'

Walter was mortified to hear that Elizabeth knew about 
'that' video and was now inviting more people to witness 
his shame, but as he stood half naked before the two 
women, fondling himself, tears of shame and frustration 
running down his cheeks, he realised there was nothing 
he could do but comply.

'From now on,' Elizabeth continued, 'when I'm not here 
to supervise you, you will report to Becky. You will 
follow her orders as you would do mine or Lucinda's, is 
that clear?' 'Yes Miss Elizabeth' Walter croaked, and 
saw Becky grin from ear to ear. 'Good boy' Elizabeth 
murmured, 'Now put your little wee-wee away and get back 
to work.'

Every day after that, Walter was kept on his toes by the 
two women. Sometimes they came in to his office 
together, sometimes one at a time.

Elizabeth liked to embarrass him, but Becky had a cruel 
streak and as she got more confident in her role as 
Walter's 'sitter,' she delighted in tormenting him, 
entering his office many times during the day and making 
him expose himself, then sitting in his office chair 
with him standing in front of her, ordering him to 
masturbate while he narrated his life to her to date. 
She liked to relax in the chair after making him undress 
to his 'pinkies' and ridicule him as he masturbated. 
Promising him she would ask Lucinda if she could have 
private sessions with him, where she would beat him 
until he screamed and cried and have him perform for her 
friends.

Walter wept with fear and embarrassment in front of the 
young assistant as he stroked his penis, listening to 
her promises.

The first weekend Becky was invited to Lucinda's house 
was a traumatic weekend for Walter. He stripped to his 
lingerie in the hall, as Becky and Elizabeth watched. 
Walter felt his face redden as Becky sniggered.

Elizabeth introduced Becky to Lucinda, telling her Becky 
was a great help to her in keeping Walter under control 
in the office.

An embarrassed Walter was sent to the kitchen as the 
three women sat down for a chat and a drink, to get to 
know each other.

Every now and then Walter was summoned to refill their 
glasses before being dismissed to the kitchen once 
again.

Walter's stomach was in knots as he noticed Becky 
watching him, the way a wolf watches a flock of sheep.

The meal was a success and as Walter tidied up, the 
three women returned to the living room again. Walter 
began to panic as he heard Elizabeth tell Lucinda that 
she had told Becky about the video of Walter 'abusing' 
his sons. He heard Becky ask to see it.

Walter was summoned to the living room just in time to 
see the beginning of the movie, and Lucinda bade him 
stand next to her and describe what was happening on 
screen.

Walter, between sobs, narrated the filthy things he was 
doing to his sons.

Becky was out of control after that. At work she 
tormented him all day long. Breezing into his office 
when she felt like it, making him strip and masturbate, 
slapping his erection, pulling on his nipples and 
slapping him across the face if he moved or grunted. 
Walter was terrified of her.

She made him kneel in front of her 'edging' as she 
quizzed him about his early life, dropping spit balls 
and snot picked from her nose into his open mouth. She 
never allowed him to cum, occasionally kneeing him in 
his aching testicles when his begging became too 
annoying.

She stood beside him as he stood to attention, roughly 
twisting and pulling on his erection, telling him how 
beautiful he looked in his pink lingerie, 'in fact 
bitch' she informed him, 'you will answer to the name 
'Pinky' from now on, is that clear?'

'Yes Miss Becky' Walter sobbed.

'In fact' Becky added, 'you will ask miss Lucinda 
tonight if it's ok to introduce yourself as Pinky to 
everyone from now on, what do you think of that?'

Walter was horrified and sobbed even louder. 
 
As they entered the living room that evening after work, 
Walter saw Lucinda relaxed in her chair. Her hand was in 
her knickers gently stroking her clitoris.

Walter's sons were there also. They were naked. John 
stood side on to Lucinda. Hands locked behind his head, 
feet apart. Jack was on his knees in front of his 
brother. He had his hands behind his back and his lips 
around his brothers erect penis, sliding his lips up and 
down over the shiny velvety head.

Walter watched as Jack bobbed his head to and fro over 
the hard cock in front of him, pulling back until the 
shiny helmet was just inside his mouth, then plunging 
forward to grind his nose into his brothers groin.


'Ah Walter' Lucinda greeted him, as though she had just 
noticed him. 'The man of the house, what do you think of 
your two sons? Lovely aren't they? They're coming along 
a treat. It takes them no time at all to make each other 
spurt using just their mouths.' 

Walter noticed the boys faces redden as they heard 
Lucinda's remarks, and became aware that they were being 
watched by their father and a strange woman.

After the young boys first forced homosexual act, where 
Lucinda made the naked brothers embrace and kiss, she 
had shown them the video recording caught on secret 
camera. She threatened to send it to their school to the 
headmaster and their fellow students and to also put it 
on the internet. The young brothers were terrified and 
promised to do whatever Lucinda wanted, to keep the tape 
becoming public. Lucinda promised to keep their secret, 
as long as they did as they were told without argument.

'Kneel down here Walter' Lucinda continued, 'I think 
young John is about to blow.'

Walter dropped to his knees a couple of feet from his 
sons, but was ordered to shuffle forward until he was 
only inches from where his sons were having oral sex. He 
watched jack's lips slide up and down on the hard penis 
of his brother and he felt his own penis begin to grow 
and thicken. He hadn't had an orgasm for a long time. He 
heard Lucinda giggle, and his face flamed again as he 
realised she had noticed. 'Like that do you?' She 
purred. 'Like watching your sons suck each other's 
cocks? Don't you worry bitchboy, I told you before, as 
soon as they are trained as good as you are, you can all 
'make love' together.

Walter watched as Jack began to tremble and twitch, his 
breathing becoming ragged.

'Watch closely now bitch,' Lucinda instructed, 'your 
little boy is about to drop a load.'

John's mouth hung open as his orgasm approached. He 
began to thrust his hips, pounding his brothers mouth 
and throat with his erection. Jack had trouble keeping 
the hard shaft between his lips as his sibling, gasping 
and trembling, pumped his slimy load into his brothers 
mouth and over his tongue.

Finally John stopped thrusting and his softening penis 
dropped from between the lips of his twin.

Jack turned his head to face his step mother and he 
opened his mouth to show her he had swallowed his 
brothers load. Lucinda caught the youngster by the chin 
and pulled his head this way and that, peering into the 
depths of his mouth, making sure he had swallowed all 
his brothers offering, checking his lips and cheeks to 
make sure there was no overspill. Deciding the boys face 
was clean she stood back from the kneeling teen.

'Good boy' Lucinda cooed, 'that was lovely, upstairs now 
till tea time and no touching yourselves. You, get to 
the kitchen' she ordered Walter.
 
As he worked in the kitchen, cleaning and preparing 
food, he heard the murmur of talk from the two women in 
the living room. He heard Lucinda ask Becky how Walter 
was behaving himself at work. He heard Becky tell his 
wife about calling him 'Pinkie' from now on. His wife 
was delighted with the idea and told Becky she could 
have a free hand with Walter. 'Make sure he obeys you' 
he heard Lucinda say. 'You can punish him in any way you 
see fit, do what you like to him' he heard his wife add. 
Walter's blood ran cold. He was afraid of Becky. She was 
cruel. She liked to hurt him.

Walter was summoned to the living room and as he stood 
submissively in front of the two women, Lucinda told him 
Becky would have a more active role in his life from now 
on. 'Miss Becky has my blessing,' she told her half 
naked husband. 'You will obey her, and she will treat 
you as she sees fit. Do not let me down, now get back to 
work.' 

As Walter turned to go back to the kitchen, he saw the 
smirking face of Becky. He knew he was in trouble.

Things got difficult for Walter after that. Becky 
insisted he strip to his lingerie as he entered the 
office every morning and then she took his clothes out 
to her desk, only bringing them back at the end of the 
day.

She always left the door to his office ajar and Walter 
was terrified someone would walk in unannounced. Becky 
had instructed him to tell anyone who found him sitting 
at his desk naked except for pink lingerie, that he was 
a transvestite. He knew his 'secret' would be all around 
the workplace as soon as one person saw him.

Becky waltzed in when she felt like it, never knocking, 
and demanded he entertain her. She made him dance and 
sing. She made him masturbate. She made him hurt himself 
and she hurt him too. She loved to make him hold 
difficult positions, watching his muscles trembling, as 
she fondled his erection, then hurting him when he 
finally collapsed.

One afternoon she breezed into his office and handed him 
a blindfold, telling him to wear it then kneel on the 
floor. Walter smelled alcohol as he heard her clothes 
rustling, then she settled in his chair. He felt her 
grab his hair and roughly pull his face between her 
legs, ordering him to lick.

Walter stuck out his tongue and licked for all he was 
worth.

Becky's pussy was sour. Not at all like Lucinda's sweet 
tasting honey pot. Becky's was hairy and wet. It stank 
and tasted of sweat. Then Walter realised that Becky had 
recently had sex with a man. He could taste sperm. He 
gagged but steeled himself and kept licking as Becky 
used a two handed grip on his hair to grind his face 
into her wet stale pussy. Becky kept him on his knees 
licking her stale snatch for nearly an hour, pulling his 
hair and ears, ordering him to go deeper and lick 
harder, occasionally slapping his face or punching his 
ears. 

As soon as he slowed down or shifted position she 
slammed her palm into his face. After what seemed like 
her third orgasm she'd had enough and pushed him roughly 
away. He heard her straighten her clothes, then the 
blindfold was removed. She was fully dressed but her 
face was flushed. 

'You're not much good at licking pussy' she told him. 
'But you'll get better. Me and you will have lots of fun 
together. You tasted my boyfriend's cum I'm sure. We had 
a quickie at lunchtime. Soon you'll get to suck it right 
from the source. I'll have a word with Lucinda about you 
staying over at my place soon. Then we'll have a good 
night. How would you like that Pinkie? Would you like to 
come stay with me?'

'Yes Miss Becky, I'd like that very much,' Walter 
answered, dreading the thoughts of it.

'Good boy,' Becky purred, as she gently stroked his 
face, slipping her thumb into his mouth and probing his 
throat with it, making him gag, 'I knew you would. I'll 
talk to Lucinda and my boyfriend 'Bob' tonight.' 

'Thank you Miss Becky' Walter mumbled.'

That evening Walter stripped in the hall as usual and 
entered the living room with Becky. Elizabeth was there 
with Lucinda. 

They were watching the twins who were naked. Jack was on 
hands and knees on the coffee table, John was standing 
behind his brother pushing two fingers into Jacks 
rectum. They were both crying, and both had erections.

'That's it John, use more lube' Lucinda instructed. Jack 
felt the fingers leave his rectum and moments later he 
felt them back again, pushing the cold gel into his 
anus, then push all the way in, stretching the ring of 
muscle around his boypussy.

'Ah Pinkie' Lucinda purred. 'You're just in time to see 
John take his brothers anal cherry. They've become very 
good at pleasing each other with their mouths, now it's 
time to take them to the next level. Come over here and 
'display' and watch your sons. I'm sure you'll be very 
proud of them.'

Walter heard Becky snigger as he moved to stand beside 
Lucinda, hands behind his head, feet apart, as his wife 
relaxed in her favourite chair. He noticed her hand in 
her panties again, gently masturbating herself as she 
watched one of his sons prepare to sodomise the other.

'Watch your boys now pinkie, don't be watching me,' she 
giggled.

Walter watched as John pushed and pulled and twisted his 
index and middle fingers of his right hand in his 
brothers rectum. They had stopped crying now and had 
resigned themselves to what they had to do.

Becky moved to sit where she could see all the action, 
and smirk at Walter at the same time. Walter felt sick.

'That's it John, really push those fingers in. stretch 
out that hole. Feel for the hard lump with the tips of 
your fingers and push down on it. That's it, good boy, 
you've got it now.' 

The assembled audience watched as Jacks penis started to 
leak as his brother milked his prostate.

'Good boy, Lucinda cooed, that's enough of that now, 
here clean your hands. Ok now, rub your penis until it's 
erect.

Walter and the three women watched as John fondled his 
penis to hardness. It didn't take long. He was a typical 
teenager and Lucinda hadn't allowed him an orgasm in two 
weeks.

'Good boy, ok, now I want you to line up your cock with 
Jacks pussy and slowly, slowly mind, push inside until 
it's all in.

Walter and the three women watched as John lined his 
erection up with his brothers rectum and catching him by 
the hips, he slowly started to push his five inch 
erection home.

Jack grunted but didn't move as he felt the hard column 
of flesh being forced into his rectum.

When John had it pushed home to the hilt, Lucinda told 
him to leave it there for a minute to let jack become 
accustomed to it. It was his first time after all.

'Ok John,' Lucinda called after about five minutes, 
'slowly pull back out a couple of inches, then ease your 
cock all the way back in again, take it slowly, good 
boy, that's the way. In, out, in, out, good boy, keep it 
up, slowly.'

Walter watched one of his sons slowly fucking the other 
and to his horror he felt his penis thicken and grow. He 
was becoming aroused watching his sons have sex. He 
heard a snigger and looked to see Becky watching him. 
Becky had also seen his erection.

'Ok boy,' Lucinda ordered, 'move faster now, that's it, 
keep going.'

John couldn't believe what he was being made to do. This 
was wrong. This was gay. But he couldn't help but like 
the feeling in his cock. It felt wonderful. He looked 
down and saw his penis pulled out from the gaping hole 
of his brother and just when it was nearly out he pushed 
it back in again. It felt so good. Over the last year or 
so their stepmother had made them do things to each 
other. Dirty things. She had made them kiss each other. 
She had beaten them when they showed any reluctance. She 
had made them fondle each other's willies. She had made 
them masturbate each other to climax, then lick up each 
other's semen. She had made them suck each other's 
willies too. That felt good. But this, this was heaven.

The three women and Walter watched as John kept sawing 
his erect penis in and out of his brothers rectum. They 
watched as the teenager started to pant and gasp as his 
orgasm approached. John had a firm grip on his brothers 
hips as he sawed away. In and out, in and out. Soon he 
could feel the tightening in his balls and his penis 
becoming harder. With a grunt, John slammed himself to 
the hilt in his brothers rectum as he climaxed, 
squirting his boy juice far into his twins bowels. It 
was the best orgasm John had ever had.

That night Walter went home with Becky. As he entered 
Becky's house he was ordered to undress to his lingerie 
again. There was a man in the living room who Becky 
introduced as Bob. 'You can call him Master Bob and You 
can call him Sir. You will show him the same respect 
that you show me. You will obey him like you obey me. Is 
that clear shithead?' she asked. 

'Yes miss Becky' Walter answered, embarrassed that yet 
another person was let in on his degradation.

Bob was a big man. Three or four inches taller than 
Walter and maybe fifty pounds heavier. His shoulders 
were broad and he looked fit. He was also the blackest 
man Walter had ever seen.

Later that evening, after Bob and Becky had eaten the 
meal Walter had prepared, and he had finished the 
washing up, Walter was summoned to the living room by 
Becky. Bob was reclining on the couch beside Becky. He 
was naked from the waist down and sporting an impressive 
erection which Becky was gently stroking in her soft 
hand.

Walter could see the evil glint in her eye as she 
instructed him to kneel before 'master Bob.' Walter 
knelt, and all the old feelings of humiliation and dread 
returned as he remembered all the nights he was used by 
Tommy Harris and his friends. Walter knew he was going 
to provide oral and anal sex for this stranger before 
the weekend was done.

'Ok Pinkie' Becky breathed, and Walter heard the 
excitement in her voice, 'I want you to lean forward and 
lick the head of Bob's cock for me, that's it, nice and 
soft, just like that, good boy, now open up and get your 
lips around it, that's it, now slide your lips slowly 
down his cock, further, more, I want to hear you gag, 
that's it, all the way down, get that knob into the back 
of your throat, all the way down I said.'

Walter realised that Becky wanted him to choke and gag 
on the penis in his mouth. He tried to get Bob's cock 
down his throat but couldn't. He felt Bob take a two 
handed grip in his hair and use that to jerk his head up 
and down on his erection, slamming it to the back of his 
throat.

He felt Becky move behind him and pull his two hands 
behind his back and the bite of handcuffs on his wrists 
as she locked his hands out of harm's way. Bob was 
slamming his head up and down on his penis and Walter 
felt his shoulders explode with pain.

'You shit' Becky screamed, delivering a slashing cut 
with a bamboo rod. 'I told you to get all that cock down 
your throat, gag yourself, hurt yourself, your 
discomfort doesn't matter, your function is to give 
pleasure to others. Lucinda is too soft with you.'

Walter felt the cane explode across his back again. His 
eyes were full of tears, his mouth and throat were full 
of Bob's erect penis and his nose was bubbling with 
snot. He could hardly breathe. He saw Becky move to his 
side as she buckled a strap-on around her waist. He 
could guess where she was going to put that. But at 
least it didn't look too big.

Walter heard the snap of rubber gloves and felt Becky 
pushing some sort of cool jelly between his buttocks as 
Bob continued to fuck his mouth and throat. He felt the 
fingers enter his anus and pull and stretch the ring of 
muscle at the entrance. Moments later he felt Becky get 
into position and slowly feed the fake penis into the 
depths of his bowels. 

The pain was bad, but bearable and he gave silent thanks 
to Tommy Harris.

Becky kept up the pressure until she had all seven 
inches buried in Walter's colon. 'That's it bitchboy, 
take it all.' She breathed. 'Your wife is too soft with 
you, but don't you worry, I'll train you good. By the 
time I'm finished with you, you'll be the perfect slave 
boy.'

Walter felt Becky catch him by the hips and start to 
move the dildo in and out slowly as Bob kept a two 
handed grip in his hair, slamming his cock in and out of 
Walter's throat. After ten minutes of this treatment, 
Bob slammed his erection all the way home and pumped his 
juice down into Walter's stomach. Walter was choking on 
the large penis lodged in his throat, but before he 
passed out his hair was released as Bob relaxed and with 
a satisfied grunt, released his grip on Walter's hair.

Bob sat back on the sofa and watched Becky pound the 
fake penis into Walter's rectum for a further ten 
minutes, eventually tiring and pulling the dildo free 
with a pop, she discarded it, then flopping down beside 
Bob she grabbed Walter by the ears and pulled his face 
into her groin.

'Lick' she ordered and Walter did just that.

She kept a tight grip on his ears and hair as he licked 
her hairy pussy, pulling his head this way and that, 
ordering him to 'lick faster, lick harder, go deeper.'

Walter's jaws ached as he eventually brought Becky to a 
climax and he was sure she would pull his hair out by 
the roots.

The next day brought about the same scenarios. Walter on 
his knees licking pussy and sucking cock. Everyone 
getting pleasure except Walter. 

He was forbidden to touch himself. When Becky was 
finished with him, Bob was there with an erect penis to 
fill his mouth. 

Towards the end of the weekend Walter found himself on 
his back on the coffee table. His hands were tied 
beneath him under the table and he was forced to keep 
his knees up and far apart.

Walter watched as Becky once again took off her 
underwear and lowered her hairy pussy onto his mouth, 
ordering him to lick. Walter pushed out his aching 
tongue as far as he could and sought the hard nub of her 
clitoris.

Walter felt Bob using his fingers to push lube into his 
anus and knew what was coming next. He tried to ignore 
what Bob was doing, preferring to concentrate on Becky's 
pussy. He felt Bob push the head of his erection past 
his sphincter and slowly push his way into Walter's 
colon.

It wasn't as painful as Walter thought it would be and 
once again Walter gave thanks to Tommy Harris.

Bob took his time. He was enjoying the feeling of anal 
sex. He had often suggested it to Becky but she wouldn't 
hear of it. He had his chance now to sodomise someone 
and he was going to enjoy it.

Bob slowly started to pump his cock in and out of 
Walter's hole, marvelling at how good it felt. 

He was aware of Becky watching his black log being 
pulled and pushed into Walter's rectum and he knew by 
her grunts she was close to orgasm.

Bob felt his balls tighten as his own climax approached 
as he looked down at his cock sawing in and out of 
Walter's distended rectum. Walter was also erect, and 
thinking of filling Walter's intestines with his cream, 
while Walter was forbidden release, tipped Bob over the 
edge.

Walter could feel Bob empty himself into his anus and 
seconds later he felt his mouth fill with Becky's juice 
as she reached her orgasm watching her boyfriend bugger 
another man.

After a short rest, Becky dismounted from Walter's face 
and after flopping down on the sofa beside bob, she 
instructed Walter to have a shower.

Walter let the hot water cascade across his tired neck 
and shoulders before beginning to soap himself. Every 
bit of him ached, especially his cock. He hadn't had 
release in a long time. Lucinda didn't seem to give a 
shit whether he was alive or dead as long as she had his 
two sons to play with. Becky was cruel. She liked to 
hurt him and deny him orgasms.

He knew she got her pleasure from hurting and degrading 
him. He hoped he wouldn't have to stay with her for too 
long.

Walter soaped between his buttocks to wash away Bob's 
cum that was slowly trickling from his anus. He slipped 
a finger inside to clean the hole and was surprised at 
how good it felt. He grasped his erection in his other 
hand and gave it a few pumps. God that felt good. He 
peeled back his foreskin and using his soapy hand jerked 
his hips too and fro, fucking his own hand. It felt 
beautiful. It was so long since he had fucked a woman. 
The finger in his arse felt wonderful. He imagined he 
was fucking a woman. Any woman.

He was on top of her, driving his erection all the way 
into her sucking pussy. He was chewing on her nipples 
and she was begging him for more, telling him he was a 
god among men. He felt his orgasm building and as his 
balls tightened and before he knew what was happening, 
the first of many spurts of his backed up semen jerked 
from his convulsing penis to land in sticky blobs on the 
shower door. Sated, Walter opened his eyes and to his 
horror, saw Becky was watching him.

The door to the shower was thrown open and Walter could 
see the rage on Becky's face as she caught him by the 
hair, dragging him out of the shower cubicle. 'You dirty 
bastard' she shrieked, 'I knew you couldn't be trusted. 
The first chance you got you were inside pulling at your 
little wee-wee, get out here, out' she shrieked, 
slapping at him wherever she saw bare flesh.

'This is Lucinda's fault, she's too fucking soft with 
you, well I can promise you, by the time I'm finished 
with you, you disgusting creature, you won't be in my 
shower pulling at yourself for a while,' Becky screamed 
as she dragged a terrified Walter out to the living room 
by the ear to the amusement of Bob. 

Walter stood, naked and wet, trembling with fear as he 
saw Becky call Lucinda on her mobile phone, telling his 
wife what she found 'the disgusting prick' at in the 
shower. Walter's penis had shrunk to the size of an 
acorn with fear and cold, and he watched Becky grin at 
what Lucinda was telling her. Becky thanked Lucinda and 
hung up. She walked behind Walter and grabbed his hands, 
pulling them behind his back, she locked them there with 
handcuffs. Becky walked back to stand in front of Walter 
and ordered him to spread his legs. She gently took his 
scrotum in her hand and after telling him to close his 
eyes, she stroked and rubbed his cock and balls until he 
was erect once more.

Walter felt the soft hands leave his genitals, but 
before he could open his eyes, his testicles exploded 
with pain as Becky brought her knee up between his 
widespread legs.

Walter felt the bile rise up into his mouth, but before 
he could vomit, Becky hit him a solid right cross right 
on his jaw. Walter fell unconscious to the floor.

When Walter came round his hands had been tied in a 
'back prayer' and the rope was attached to his neck, 
keeping pressure on his throat, restricting his 
breathing. His balls ached dully and he could taste the 
vomit in his mouth. His cock hurt too and he looked down 
as best he could to see what was wrong.

Becky had been busy while he was unconscious. She had 
put clothes pegs on his nipples, two on each and pinched 
them tight. She had pushed a large spider gag into his 
mouth and secured it tightly behind his head. Walter 
felt the strap cutting into the corners of his mouth. It 
also stretched his mouth wide making his jaws ache. 
Becky had pushed a plastic drinking straw up Walter's 
urethra, pulled his foreskin as far over his glands as 
she could, stretching it tight before driving staples 
through it, keeping his knob covered, leaving the end of 
the makeshift catheter exposed. Any attempt at an 
erection now would result in excruciating pain as his 
thickening and lengthening penis stretched his 
perforated foreskin. 

His penis was pushed back into his body. Leaving a 
couple of inches of loose skin, which Becky had stapled 
many times, maybe twenty, covering the entire area, 
driving staples through the soft flesh of his foreskin 
into the plastic tube, preventing it from falling, or 
being pulled out. She also had tied a rope around his 
neck. 

When Becky noticed Walter was awake she hauled him to 
his feet using the rope around his neck and when he was 
upright she attached it to a hook in the ceiling, 
pulling it tight, keeping Walter erect and cutting off 
his air. He could breathe if he stayed on his toes, but 
as he lowered himself to stand flat, the noose tightened 
again, cutting off his air, his shoulders were already 
aching, as were his testes. 

'Right bitch boy, here's the deal. You were forbidden to 
masturbate, in fact you were forbidden to touch your 
little wee-wee at all only to wash it. I trusted you and 
the first chance you got you were wanking and shooting 
your disgusting dribbles all over my shower stall. For 
that you will be punished. By the time I'm finished with 
you, you will be sorry. I don't want to hear as much as 
a groan from you for the rest of the night.

With that, she turned out the light and left the room, 
leaving Walter alone in the darkness, in pain and hardly 
able to breathe.

Walter spent a night in hell. He lost track of time and 
his balance was all over the place in the darkness. He 
nearly fell a couple of times and knew if he did he 
would hang himself. His ankles and calves had tired 
quickly trying to support his weight and he spent the 
night alternating between standing on tip toe and 
strangling himself. His shoulders and jaws had stopped 
aching and were numb, but he knew his eventual release 
would bring fresh waves of agony, as the cramped muscles 
were forced to move. He had been drooling on himself all 
night and his mouth felt dry and raw.

Eventually, many, many hours later, he heard noises and 
movement in other parts of the house as morning arrived.

The door opened and Becky entered the room drinking 
coffee.

'Well bitchboy,' she said, 'I hope you had a good 
restful night, because you'll be busy today.' 

She approached Walter and cupped his testicles in her 
soft hand, squeezing non too gently. Walter started to 
sweat afresh as he remembered Becky driving her knee 
into his unprotected scrotum earlier.

His testes still throbbed.

Becky dropped his scrotum and lifted his penis to 
examine his foreskin. It was swollen and inflamed around 
the puncture wounds. She pinched his raw foreskin before 
letting it go, drawing a screech of pain from Walter. 

Becky released the rope from around his neck and ordered 
Walter to follow her to the kitchen.

Walter stumbled along behind his young mistress, and 
wished she would remove the gag and untie his hands.

Becky sat to eat her breakfast, motioning Walter to 
stand beside her.

When she was finished eating she untied Walter's hands.

When his hands were untied Walter nearly cried with pain 
as the stiff muscles were forced to move.

Becky ordered him to wash up, while she got ready for 
work. She didn't bother to remove the gag.

When he was finished he was summoned to the living room.

Becky was flexing a bamboo cane as he entered.

'Ok Pinkie, get yourself across the back of the couch, 
you have a caning due for unauthorised wanking' she 
ordered.

Walter draped himself across the sofa as ordered making 
sure to push his buttocks up invitingly.

He heard the cane whistle through the air and his 
buttocks exploded in pain. Nineteen more times Becky 
slashed at him with the cane, raising painful, purple 
welts on his buttocks and thighs. 

Walter remained as still as he could, knowing that was 
what Becky would insist on. 'Ok boy, up'' She ordered, 
poking him with the tip of the cane.

'Take out that gag.' Walter reached behind his head and 
opened the strap keeping the ring tightly in his mouth. 
He groaned in agony as it slipped from between his lips, 
pulling drool with it. His mouth remained open.

'Get upstairs and shower, wash your cock then leave it 
alone. If I catch you playing with yourself, you will 
regret it. I'll leave clothes on the bed for you. You 
have fifteen minutes.'

Walter climbed the stairs trying to work his jaws 
closed. He was conscious of the stinging welts on the 
cheeks of his arse. He would have loved to rub his 
bottom or check his foreskin for damage, but if last 
night had taught him anything, it taught him to suffer 
in silence.

Walter used the toilet, noticing his urine sprayed all 
over the place due to his stapled foreskin. He would 
have to sit to piss from now on he realised. He tried to 
wash his penis as best he could in the shower without 
spending too long at it. Becky popped her head in at one 
stage to check on him. The doors were always to remain 
open when Walter was in the bathroom or on the toilet. 
Nothing was to remain private.

Finished his shower, he dried himself and padded naked 
to the bedroom to dress. The familiar pink underwear was 
laid out on the bed, along with a suit, white shirt and 
tie.

Walter dressed, doing his best to allow his foreskin to 
hang loosely down his trouser leg. It was not a success.

His trousers rubbed at his sore foreskin anyway he 
moved. This was going to be a long day at work.

Becky entered his office several times that day to check 
on her 'boss.' Walter was in great discomfort in his 
office chair. He had sat on his penis earlier and pulled 
his foreskin hard, starting some of the punctures 
bleeding again.

Becky told him to think of it as further punishment.

Home was as bad. He had to strip naked and begin his 
kitchen duties immediately he entered the house. Then 
the washing up. The sexual abuse began after that. If 
Bob was home he made Walter fellate him. Forcing his 
sizable erection down Walter's throat until he climaxed. 
Or he had a half and half. Walter would suck the large 
black pole for ten or fifteen minutes, then kneel down 
to be sodomised, as Becky looked on in amusement, taking 
photos and video.

Walter preferred the nights that Bob was there to the 
nights he spent alone with his young mistress. Becky was 
cruel. She liked to hurt him.

She tied him in uncomfortable positions and left him 
like that for hours, slashing at him with the cane, 
ordering him to remain still if he tried to shift to a 
more comfortable position. 

She had him on his knees sucking her hairy pussy until 
he thought his tongue would fall off, pulling his hair 
and ears, digging her nails in, slapping or punching him 
across the face as she ordered him to 'get deeper, lick 
harder, lick faster.'

Then his hands were handcuffed behind his back and he 
was sent to bed.

Every morning there was fresh blood on the sheets as his 
foreskin bled during the night. He was beaten for that 
too.

Every evening brought about the same scenario.

Becky got more and more violent in her abuse. Making 
Walter kneel before her as she pierced his nipples with 
large gauge needles, pushing the needle through the 
flesh, then pulling it back out to push it through again 
in a different place. Sometimes pushing it through the 
centre of the nipple into his breast tissue, then 
beating him when he flinched.

Pushing the needles through his cheeks and lips, and 
into his tongue.

This progressed to having him stand before her in the 
display position as she turned his penis and scrotum 
into a pin cushion.

It wasn't long until she ordered a terrified Walter to 
push the needles into his own testicles. 

Walter begged and pleaded until his young mistress went 
at him with the bamboo cane. Raising welts on his back, 
legs buttocks and shoulders. After half an hour of 
vicious beating, a screaming Walter would have agreed to 
push the needles into his own eyes. 

Then as a smiling Becky relaxed in a chair gently 
rubbing her clitoris through her panties and recording 
him on her digital phone, a mewling Walter stood naked 
before her, pushing needles, one after another, into his 
penis and testicles.

***

Two weeks later, the staples were still attached to his 
foreskin. The foreskin was badly infected.

Becky brought him to the emergency room at the local 
hospital, keeping a discreet distance. 

Walter was instructed to tell the receptionist, a young 
twenty-somthing with large silicone breasts and a vacant 
expression, that he was a compulsive masturbator and had 
injured his foreskin while pleasuring himself. He was 
told to speak up so anyone within earshot could hear his 
shame.

Under no circumstances was he to look at, or approach 
Becky.

The trip to hospital was a deeply humiliating affair for 
Walter.

The young receptionist giggled and made him repeat 
himself a couple of times, pretending she couldn't hear 
him. 

Walter's face burned with embarrassment as he noticed 
several people nearby turn to look, sniggering and 
nudging people next to them.

He noticed Becky smile with cruel pleasure at his shame.

Walter was taken to an examination room where he was 
told to strip and a doctor would be with him shortly. 
The door to the examination room was left open and 
Walter could clearly be seen by men, women and children 
in the waiting area. He was not given a gown. 

The doctor was a man in his fifties, portly with grey 
hair and glasses. He arrived after ten minutes and he 
was not alone. There were ten student doctors with him, 
all carrying clipboards. Most of them were young 
giggling women.

Walter had never felt as embarrassed in his life as the 
all lined up one by one to look at his 'problem,' then 
one at a time lifting his penis and examining the 
staples puncturing the inflamed foreskin. Surgery was 
the only answer it was decided, as the infection had 
spread to most of his foreskin. 

Walter was admitted as the circumcision would be done 
immediately, under local anesthetic.

Two hours later Walter was pushed to the hospital 
entrance in a wheelchair and discharged. He was high on 
painkillers and had never felt better.

***

A month later Walter's penis had healed completely. It 
had been difficult. He was advised not to have erections 
in case he pulled the stitches and Becky injected a 
muscle relaxant directly into his penis every morning 
and evening. She took it upon herself to inject him in 
four or five places. Walter suspected she just like to 
watch the needle sinking into his flesh.

Now that he was fully healed, Becky liked to have him 
stand before her naked as she fondled his erection as 
she relaxed on the sofa watching television, sliding her 
dry hand up and down on his exposed and sensitive knob, 
making him squirm.

Becky was well aware that Walter's knob was super 
sensitive, she loved to make him twitch, gasp and 
tremble after she had specifically told him to remain 
still and silent, then beat him for disobedience.

The surgeon had done an excellent job. Cutting away as 
much of the loose skin as he could, leaving it high and 
tight, the glands exposed even when Walter's penis was 
flaccid.

When it was erect, the skin retracted all the way back, 
pulled tight, and seemed to shorten the whole thing. 
Becky liked to make it hard and slide her soft hands up 
and down the full length, as Walter tried to remain 
motionless.

Becky had told Lucinda what she had done and Lucinda was 
delighted, coming over that evening to have a look for 
herself, and watching, giggling as Becky again laid into 
Walter with the bamboo cane, making him scream in pain.

Walter had been with Becky now for nearly a year, and 
hadn't seen his sons in that time. He had overheard 
Lucinda's mother had passed away and her father was 
staying with Lucinda. Walter had been told he would stay 
with Becky from now on.

Lucinda had his sons and Walter's business. She had no 
use for Walter.

That suited Becky no-end as she had lots planned for her 
'boss' and Lucinda had given her blessing.

Becky decided shortly after, that Walter was spending 
too much time in the bathroom, shaving and stuff. Time 
that would be better spent serving her, besides he 
always had stubble when he was finished and she 
preferred smooth hairless skin. She made an appointment 
for him to have laser treatment all over his body. She 
told him she didn't want a hair left anywhere on his 
body. Eyebrows, even eyelashes were to go.

Walter returned home from his first session, sore and 
red. He had a session every month for ten months, but 
when he was finished there wasn't a hair to be seen 
anywhere on Walter's body.

Becky loved it. Walter did not.

Becky took him to her hairdresser to have his hair cut 
and styled.

She decided on a straight cut, a little shorter than 
shoulder length and dyed bright pink. He had a side 
parting which was kept in place by large flowery white 
hair slides. One on each side.

Becky loved to have friends over, men and women, to 
witness Walter's shame and humiliation. She often had 
dinner parties of six, two other couples and herself and 
Bob. She tried to have at least one new couple each 
time, to keep Walter's embarrassment to a maximum. She 
fed him two Viagra on the morning of each party, to keep 
him erect.

Walter was expected to cook and serve naked, except for 
a pair of pink stiletto shoes with five inch heels, and 
his ever present pink stockings and suspender belt. 
Becky liked the way it framed his erect, hairless 
genitals. Walter looked and felt ridicules, with his 
hairless body, erect penis and high heeled shoes. The 
very effect Becky was looking for. 

As the alcohol flowed, the men and women lost their 
inhibitions with their naked and 'aroused' servant, and 
usually by the end of the night Walter was brought by 
men and women alike into one of the bedrooms to provide 
sexual relief. The women usually had him lick them to 
orgasm, while the men used his mouth and then his anus. 
Of course Walter never got to climax and his penis 
stayed erect, giving the impression to the other party 
goers that he was enjoying himself.

Becky had him 'make love' to a blow up rubber sex doll 
for the amusement of her assembled dinner guests.

Walter was horrified as he was instructed to hold the 
fully clothed dolls hand as he gently kissed it's open 
mouth, pushing his tongue between the rubber lips as he 
gently fondled the dolls breasts, under its shirt.

Walter was made to slowly undress the doll, gently 
kissing and licking each 'body part' as it was exposed.

Walter's face burned with shame as he was made to 
whisper his best 'chat up lines' to the doll as he 
slowly undressed it.

Walter was forced to lick and suck on the rubber nipples 
of his 'lover,' before licking and kissing his way down 
to suck and lick on the rubber vagina of his girlfriend, 
gagging as he discovered the 'lubricant' Becky had 
filled the rubber hole with earlier.

Mustard was a favourite, but sometimes she used chili 
paste.

Some of the women in the room cackled their laughter as 
Walter stroked his penis to erection, and forced it 
between the legs of the rubber doll. 

Everybody laughed as Walter fucked his rubber lover in 
the missionary position, French kissing her deeply, 
passionately, as the tears stung his eyes.

Other times, an aroused Walter was made to fuck his own 
hand for the amusement of the assembled guests..

Becky made him grasp his erect member, then place his 
fist on the table and fuck his dry hand. Becky wouldn't 
allow him to use lube, and she insisted he use long hard 
strokes, giggling as a humiliated Walter puffed and 
huffed and sweated, as he fucked his own fist.

Walter had no chance to have an orgasm, as the 
humiliation and the friction of his un-lubricated hand, 
was more painful than arousing. 
 
Becky took him to have eyebrows tattooed on, as she 
decided she didn't like his ugly naked face. When the 
tattoo artist was finished the eyebrows were too high, 
giving him a permanently surprised look. Again, Becky 
was delighted.

The lips were next. Full red lips. The tattoo line 
coming outside the natural line of his own lips. Big 
'cocksucking' lips Becky informed him.

Walter protested, which earned him a beating, and then 
the lips were tattooed on anyway. Becky loved them. 
Walter cried. 

The next step in his shame was saline injections in his 
breast tissue, to 'fill out his bra' he was told. These 
were administered by Becky the first morning before 
work, then by himself every morning after that. This was 
to prepare his breast tissue and skin for the silicone 
implants he would eventually get.

Becky made him force the saline injections, using a thin 
gauge needle to minimise bleeding and leaking. He was 
told not to stop injecting until his breasts were hard 
and the skin stretched tight and shiny.

Walter noticed that he had to inject a small bit more 
every morning as his breasts expanded. It took twenty 
four hours for the saline to be absorbed into his body, 
and his breasts were full all day at the office. The 
saline also made his breasts and nipples itch, which 
made them hard. After three months of saline injections 
being forced into his breast tissue, Becky decided it 
was time for the real thing. Walter cried, pleaded and 
begged. Then, after another beating, he accepted his 
fate. 

All options were considered and finally Becky settled on 
silicone injections rather than implants. The pro's 
were, there was no scar as the silicone could be 
injected anywhere in the breast tissue to fill the 
breast, including in through the nipple, going in deep 
then slowly withdrawing pumping silicone in, as the 
needle was extracted, even using it to thicken and 
lengthen the nipple. 

The con's were, it couldn't be removed without extensive 
and painful surgery, as the silicone adhered to the 
tissue itself instead of floating in a bag, and the 
uncontained silicone gel resulted in itching in the 
breast and nipples.

Becky decided that would be the procedure for Walter.

A week later Walter was admitted to hospital by a 
plastic surgeon, where, under local anesthetic, he had 
silicone pumped into both breasts. Thanks to the 
stretching with saline, Walter's breasts were pumped up 
to a nice C cup. 

The skin of his breasts was hard and tight at first, but 
the surgeon promised it would loosen and appear more 
natural eventually.

Becky loved them. Walter cried for hours.

Becky was so impressed by the natural look and feel of 
Walter's new breasts, that she brought him back the next 
month for silicone injections in his lips, to give him a 
'fuller, sexier mouth, a mouth that other men would love 
to stick their cock's into.'

Walter was hysterical, but another session with Becky's 
bamboo, made him see sense. Becky and Bob loved his 
lips. Bob especially and he often had Walter suck him 
for hours, to the delight of Becky.

After that Becky started to bring Walter out in public 
to degrade him. His first trip to the beach was a 
traumatic affair for Walter. Becky had him wear a 
shocking pink bikini to begin with, forcing him to go 
for walks up and down the sand to display himself, then 
as the crowds gathered she forced him to remove the top 
and massage oil into his enhanced breasts as the whole 
beach looked on. Through his tears, Walter could see 
people sniggering as they watched this obvious male, 
fondle his 'C' cup breasts. It wasn't long before Walter 
found himself on his knees in the sand dunes providing 
oral sex for some man or other, as the stranger groped 
his silicone breasts.

Becky started to take Walter to clubs also. On these 
occasions he was in full make-up, with long pink false 
finger nails, dressed in a hot pants with knee high 
disco boots and a crop top that didn't cover his 
stomach, all in bright shiny pink. The top usually had 
degrading messages written on it. 'Man toy,' or 'I like 
boys' or 'who's my daddy' or some other humiliating 
phrase.

Usually he had on his pink stockings and suspender belt. 
the stockings clearly visible between the boots and high 
cut hot pants.

On these occasions Walter's job was to attend to all 
Becky's needs, trotting to the bar for drinks, minding 
her hand bag as she danced and smooched with some of the 
other men in the club, lighting her cigarette, anything 
that the young woman wanted.

Walter was usually on his tired and sore feet all night, 
unless he was on his knees in the toilets sucking some 
strangers erection.

Becky wasn't above trading Walter's talented sucking 
mouth for drinks for herself, and as the night's wore on 
and the alcohol flowed, the unattached men in the bars 
became less and less particular as to who sucked their 
cocks. Besides, it was better than going home to give 
themselves hand jobs.

Walter often found himself out in the alleyway beside 
some club of other, on his knees in the dirt sucking for 
all he was worth, or bent over, pink hot pants around 
his knees, as a complete stranger sawed his erect penis 
in and out of his rectum, as Becky captured the whole 
humiliating affair on her phone. 

Walter wondered how long it would be before he caught 
some disease or other, as the men abusing his anus or 
mouth were always unprotected.

Becky wouldn't hear of them using condoms.

Becky often dressed him from head to toe in pink. Full 
make up, micro mini skirt and high heeled shoes and a 
pink boob tube that just about contained his breasts, 
then sent him on foot to the local shop for some 
household item or other, humiliating Walter to tears, as 
his neighbours all stood to stare at this obvious 
transvestite, wobbling around on stiletto heels, large 
breasts swaying about under his boob tube.

Becky continued to torment Walter at home and at work. 
She had let other women in the office in on his 'secret' 
life as a transsexual. Then brought them in to his 
office to see his large enhanced breasts.

Walter was made to undress to his pink underwear, than 
stand submissively as the other women, women that worked 
for him, fondled his breasts, hairless body and flaccid 
penis and asked embarrassing questions. Questions that 
he was forced to answer as though the story Becky had 
told them about him was the truth.

His humiliation spread like wildfire and Walter was well 
aware that he was now a figure of fun in his own 
company. His own company in name anyway. Lucinda had 
made him sign everything he owned over to her. He was 
now a joke that no one would take seriously. 

One weekend Walter was brought to Lucinda's home to see 
his sons.

He had been living with Becky for nearly three years and 
hadn't seen his sons in that time.

He drove to his wife's house and undressed in the hall 
without having to be told and entered the living room 
behind his young mistress. 

Lucinda and Elizabeth were relaxed in their chairs and 
greeted Becky warmly.

There was a strange man standing in the middle of the 
floor, naked as the day he was born. His body, with the 
exception of his head, was hairless. He had an eight 
inch erect penis. His toned body was covered in scars 
and marks. He was in his early sixties. This was 
Lucinda's father.

Walter learned later from an overheard conversation that 
Lucinda's mother dominated her husband from the time 
they had gotten married.

Lucinda had known about her parents sex lives and had 
gotten interested in the lifestyle because of it, 
abusing and punishing her own father, at her mother's 
insistence, as she got older. When Lucinda's mother died 
it seemed natural to have her submissive father move in 
with her.

Walter's sons were also in the room. Walter noticed they 
had lost weight. They were now of slender build. Almost 
effeminate. Long blond hair kept in bangs. They were 
also naked and on their knees. They faced each other and 
were using their right hands to fondle each other's 
erections, pulling on their own nipples with their left. 
They were also licking up and down on the strangers 
erect member, one on each side of the impressive 
erection, licking from root to tip and back again, their 
tongues touching, saliva mingling as they licked, 
looking into each other's eyes.

Walter noticed the startled way the other men in the 
room looked at his modified body. 

The disgust was obvious on his sons faces as they took 
in his pale hairless body, the red swollen lips, the 
women's lingerie, the high heeled shoes and his silicone 
breasts. Walter felt tears of embarrassment fill his 
eyes again as he was made to stand motionless, watching 
his sons licking and sucking on the large erection, as 
the women greeted each other.

Lucinda turned her attention to Walter presently, moving 
to stand in front of her husband, she eyed him up and 
down.

'Hello Pinkie,' she greeted, 'How have you been? Is 
Mistress Becky looking after you ok?' She asked, 
reaching to fondle his flaccid penis, bringing it to 
semi hardness in her soft hand.

'Yes thank you Miss Lucy, I'm fine, Mistress Becky looks 
after me very well' Walter mumbled, red faced.

'That's good,' Lucinda said, 'your still my husband and 
I wouldn't want anything to happen to you' Lucinda said 
with a snort of laughter.

'What do you think of your boys, Pinkie? Grown up a bit 
since you seen them last, haven't they? They're quite 
good at sucking cock now too, the Pig seems to like 
their sweet mouths anyway, don't you Piggy?

'Yes Miss Lucy' the stranger answered with a half smile 
at Walter.

'Come over here boys and say hello to your father' she 
ordered his two teenage sons.

The twins stood and kissed Walter on the cheek, 'Hello 
father' they chorused. 

'Now boys,' Lucinda said, 'You know that's not the way 
to do it,

One at each side of your father please, that's it, now 
soft kisses all over his face, continue until your told 
to stop, that's it, very nice.'

Walter was mortified. His sons were being made to kiss 
his face like they were trying to seduce him, as he 
stood naked in front of all these people. He felt sick 
to his stomach, but he stood motionless. He was sure 
Lucinda could make it a lot worse. How right he was.

'That's good boys, now John, feel your Daddy's new 
boobs, that's it, good lad, pinch and pull on the 
nipple, that's the way, feel their weight in your hand, 
good boy, keep that up.'

'Jack, your father's little wee-wee is gone soft, stroke 
it with your hand to get it hard, there's a good boy, 
that's the way, rub the knob, use your other hand 
between his buttocks, get your fingers right in there, 
the way you used to do in the bath.'

Walter's face flamed again as he remembered their 'bath 
times' all those years ago.

'Ok pinkie' his wife continued, 'open up that mouth now, 
good and wide, that's the way, tongue out a bit, ok 
boys, time for some real kissing now, show your Daddy 
how much you love and miss him.'

Walter sobbed with shame as he felt first one, then the 
other of his sons dip their tongue's into his open mouth 
for an incestuous kiss, then back again, as they both 
groped at his breasts, anus and penis.

As sickened as Walter was at what him and his sons were 
being made to do, he felt his penis begin to respond. It 
had been a long time since anyone handled his body 
gently and his penis grew to full mast in the softly 
stroking hands of his sons.

Walter stood naked in shame and humiliation as his sons 
groped and kissed him and the three women looked on 
smirking, noticing his erection. His mouth quivered as 
he fought to remain motionless. His eyes shed tears down 
his cheeks which were immediately hovered up by the soft 
lips of his two sons as they gently kissed his face and 
pushed their tongues into his mouth.

Walter heard Becky snigger at his embarrassment and 
Lucinda moved to stand beside her naked father, reaching 
to fondle his erect member in a way that made Walter 
jealous.

'Ok pinkie, now for the main event,' she said, stroking 
her soft hand up and down her father's penis. 'As you 
can see, the pig has an impressive erection.' Walter 
assumed Lucinda called her father 'the pig.'

Lucinda continued, 'Unfortunately he doesn't get to cum 
too often. Your sons little pussy's are still too small 
to accept such a weapon just yet. that's where you come 
in. on your hands and knees now Pinkie, that's it, legs 
apart a bit, ok the rest of you get in position.'

Walter watched as his two sons lowered themselves on 
their backs in front of his face, legs interlocking in a 
scissors position, scrota's tight together, erect penis 
to erect penis, directly under his face. Walter cried 
again at what he knew he was going to be made to do.

Lucinda's father moved around behind him.

Walter felt a glob of cold gel being pushed into his 
rectum, and assumed it was the pig lubing his asshole.

He noticed the three women relax in easy chairs, hands 
seeking out clitoris's, Lucinda ordered the show to 
begin.

Walter felt the pig take him by the hips and slowly feed 
his large erection into his colon. It was big but not as 
big as Bob's.

'Ok pinkie' Walter heard Lucinda say, 'get your head 
down there and give your sons a nice blow-job. It's not 
the first time you had their dicks in your mouth.'

The tears ran down Walter's face as he lowered his face 
to his sons groins and, one at a time took their erect 
members into his mouth, finally engulfing both together 
as the pig sawed in and out of his rectum and the ladies 
looked on, smiling and masturbating.

Ten minutes later Walter heard his sons ask for 
permission to orgasm, permission was given and Walter 
felt his mouth fill with his sons ejaculate.

He slurped down the sour liquid and began his task of 
cleaning up any spillage. Through the wet sucking noises 
he was making, he could hear the women, one after the 
other grunt their way through orgasm. Minutes later, 
after asking for and receiving permission, he felt the 
pig slam his penis to the hilt as he emptied his seed 
into Walter's anus.

The Women applauded the performance. 

Walter raised his head and to his horror, Becky was 
recording the whole sordid act on her digital phone. 
'The ladies in the office will love this little get 
together' she announced gleefully.

Walter sobbed again at the certain knowledge that Becky 
would be showing more people the video of his 
humiliation. 

Things continued for Walter in that vein. Becky 
controlling, beating and humiliating him at the office 
and at her home, where he now lived full time. Lucinda 
had his house, his company, his money and his sons. She 
had all she wanted from him. 

Becky was relentless. Using any excuse to beat him until 
he cried. Walter was terrified of her. He assumed some 
day she would kill him.

This routine never changed, even if Becky had company 
over.

One evening after a drunken fuck with Bob, she ordered 
him on his knees for clean up duties. As Walter lapped 
the sperm from her matted hairy pussy, she began the 
ritual of pulling his face hard into her snatch with two 
hands in his hair. 'Get in there bitchboy, get all that 
sperm out. Bob left a tasty snack for you. Suck that 
cunt like your mother showed you.'

Something in the way Walter stiffened and hesitated, 
told Becky she had hit a nerve.

After she had used his face to have several orgasms, 
Becky had a shower and put Walter to work in the 
kitchen.

Shower over, Becky called Walter back to the living 
room. Walter entered to find his young mistress relaxed 
on the sofa in a dressing gown, still damp from the 
shower.

'Kneel here,' she ordered, pointing to the floor at her 
feet. 'Hands behind your head.' She reached out to lift 
his chin with one finger. 'I want you to look into my 
eyes, I'm going to ask you a series of questions and I 
want the truth. If you lie, I'll know and I'll skin you 
alive. 

Keep looking into my eyes.' 

Walter knelt, trembling at the young woman's feet as she 
looked him up and down, taking her time, making him 
apprehensive. Walter felt sick. He didn't know what was 
coming next but he knew it wasn't going to be good for 
him.

Becky asked him several questions about his childhood, 
about his schooldays, if he had brothers of sisters, his 
first girlfriend, his favourite book, his favourite 
film, his favourite holiday, all the time gently 
stroking his cock and balls with her bare feet, putting 
him at ease.

Through it all Walter looked steadily into his young 
mistress's eyes, vowing to himself to tell the truth.

'Did your mother sexually abuse you?'

Walter wasn't sure he heard right. His caught his breath 
and momentarily dropped his gaze from his young 
mistress.

'I have him now' Becky thought to herself.

Walter denied he had been abused by his mother and found 
himself bent naked over the back of the sofa, as Becky 
laid into him with the cane.

After a half hour of beating him, his hands were tied 
behind his back and his big toes were tied tight to his 
scrotum, keeping his legs bent painfully.

'You'll stay there tonight Pinkie,' he was told. 
'Tomorrow evening you will get the same treatment, and 
every evening after that until I get the truth, believe 
me when I say, you will get tired of this before I 
will.'

The next evening after work, Walter was back across the 
couch as Becky beat him with the bamboo cane until he 
bled, then his toes were once again tied to his 
testicles, his hands tied behind his back and he was 
left for the night in agony.

Walter lasted two weeks before he eventually told his 
young mistress the whole sordid story of his life.

Every evening for weeks as soon as Walter was home from 
work and had his kitchen work finished, he was on his 
knees before Becky, as she asked him over and over again 
about his early life, writing down his answers and 
asking the same questions in a different way, referring 
to her notes to check if the answer matched the answer 
he had given her before.

If the answers didn't match up he was put across the 
back of the sofa for another session with the cane.

Walter was worn down and worn out and after three weeks 
of questions and beatings, he couldn't lie, even if he 
wanted to. When she had all the information she wanted 
Becky praised him for being a brave little soldier, 
promising him it would always be better to tell the 
truth than to lie to her, no matter how hard it was, 
then as a reward for being so honest, Becky allowed him 
to masturbate, the first time she had allowed him 
release in the three years he had been living with her. 

As Walter knelt at his young mistress's feet and took 
his erection in his hand, stroking his breasts and 
tugging on his nipples with his free hand, his young 
mistress relaxed in an easy chair in front of him and 
recorded Walter, puffing and wheezing his way to an 
orgasm, with her digital phone, to show the other women 
in the office he was informed, he brought himself to a 
climax in seconds and after eating his spending, Becky 
had him put his head in her lap as she gently stroked 
his hair.

Walter thought he had died and gone to heaven. It had 
been a long time since he had felt the gentle touch of a 
woman's hand.

It was not to last. 

Walter stepped from the shower and hurriedly dried 
himself. He had been daydreaming in the shower and now 
he was late. 

He rushed to dress himself for the office, pulling on 
his pink stockings over still damp feet. Becky would 
beat him if she was ready before him. He gave a final 
tug to the top of the stocking to reach the suspender 
belt, and he watched with horror as it split in two. Now 
he was for it.

Walter reported to his young mistress and after asking 
for permission to speak, informed her that his underwear 
was torn.

'Nearly four years putting on stockings and you still 
can't do it, you ham fisted bastard. Not to worry 
Pinkie, you won't tear the next ones.'

Walter had a sick feeling in his stomach that he would 
live to regret not being more careful with his lingerie.

That weekend a tattoo artist made a house call to 
Becky's home. Walter was given a drink, which made him 
drowsy and relaxed. He felt the tattoo artist begin work 
on his chest as he drifted into a deep sleep. 

He awoke hours later to a rotten headache and sick 
stomach and noticed he had been covered in a sheet. He 
knew he had been drugged. He pulled the covers from 
himself and screamed in shock.

The tattoo artist had been busy while Walter was 
unconscious. 

Walter again wore pink stockings, but these ones were 
tattooed on. From his ankles to mid thigh, he 'wore' 
bright pink fishnet stockings, edged with black garters, 
finished with a dark black and red bow on the outside of 
his thigh. His stocking finished at his ankles, again 
edged with a black band and a dark red bow on the top of 
each foot. He 'wore' a suspender belt attached to the 
stockings, again in bright pink, edged in black. The 
shrivelled knob of his cock was coloured black also.

His breasts were encased in a bright pink peephole, 
fishnet bra, that left his nipples and areola exposed. 
These had been coloured black also. 

The straps of the bra were edged with black to make it 
stand out from his skin.

On his stomach above his navel, he had 'SLAVE' tattooed 
in three inch high black letters edged in red flame.

A week later the tattoo artist again showed up at 
Becky's door. This time Walter was tied naked, face down 
on a heavy wooden bench.

Leather straps around his shoulders, lower back, thighs, 
knees and ankles secured him to the table.

A cold antiseptic cream was rubbed into his buttocks.

Then Walter's buttocks were branded with a hot iron. 
Walter screamed with pain as the red hot metal seared 
his flesh. By the time the man was finished, Walter was 
a trembling, sobbing wreck.

***

A month later the tattoo artist returned to add red 
'flames' to Becky's initials, which were burned into 
Walter's buttocks. 

Walter was brought back to Lucinda's home a month later 
to show off his new tattoo's. Lucinda shrieked with 
laughter as her naked and modified husband turned and 
posed showing off his new markings. 

Walter was promised many, many more tattoo's before 
long.

Fashion show over, Walter was put to work on his knees, 
sucking the large cock of Lucinda's father as his sons 
stood, one each side of him, 'encouraging' their father 
to greater efforts with the use of a small quirt each, 
lashing his back, shoulders and buttocks painfully as 
Walter bobbed his enhanced lips up and down on his 
father-in-laws erect member. Blow jobs for each of his 
sons followed, and Becky was, as usual, recording 
Walter's humiliation on her digital phone.

Another woman from the office was brought into the 
'inner circle' of Walter's humiliation. Brenda was fifty 
eight years old. She had been with the company for 
nearly ten years and had always had a 'thing' for 
Walter.

She had short grey hair and wasn't particularly 
attractive. Her husband had ran off seven years ago with 
a woman half his age and she had been single ever since. 
Brenda was also immensely fat.

She giggled with embarrassment the first time she was 
invited to attend the shaming of her boss in his office 
one lunch time and had to be instructed by Becky that it 
was ok to grope and feel Walter as he stood naked before 
the assembled women.

A few more sessions in the office and she took to it 
like a duck to water.

It was during a drunken lunchtime in the nearest 
restaurant that Brenda revealed, red faced, to Becky 
that her husband had left her years earlier and she 
hadn't had sex for over seven years. 

Becky promised the older woman that she could take her 
boss home with her the next Friday night and use him in 
any way she seen fit, but that he was not to have an 
orgasm.

Brenda was ecstatic and spent the week at work 
fantasising about the way she would use Walter.

On Friday evening Walter was informed by Becky he was to 
go home with Brenda and he was to obey her as he obeyed 
Becky. He was also informed he was not to have an 
orgasm.

As soon as Walter and Brenda entered Brenda's house, he 
was instructed to strip off his suit.

Brenda walked around the naked man, touching and 
stroking him here and there, before finally hauling off 
her huge panties and ordering him to his knees. Walter 
felt the fat woman grab his ears and as she pulled his 
face to the hairy pussy between her thighs, 

Walter nearly gagged at the smell of the stale unwashed 
flesh, but he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue.

For nearly an hour the obese woman kept him licking, 
occasionally slapping, sometimes punching his face, to 
keep him licking and sucking the way she wanted.

Finally after what seemed like three orgasms by the fat 
woman, she sprawled on her back and ordered him to mount 
her and fuck her as if his life depended on it.

Walter climbed aboard the huge expanse of white unwashed 
flesh spread out before him on the floor and prodded her 
sopping pussy with his, surprisingly, erect penis. 

Brenda abused Walter all night long, not giving him a 
break. It had been years since she had a man, and now 
she had one that she could do with as she wished, she 
was going to make full use of him.

Delirious with lust and fatigue, Walter was acting on 
instinct. 

Brenda made him lick the stale sweat from under her 
breasts and her armpits, down her huge belly to excavate 
whatever he found in her bellybutton.

She forced him to lick between her toes and suck each 
one into his mouth. She kept him licking her pussy and 
dirty anus for hours, until his tongue was sore and 
swollen.

She had him fuck her until he thought he would have a 
stroke, punching and slapping at him as he rode her, 
ordering him to 'go faster, go deeper, go harder.'

She raked her nails down his back drawing blood. She 
punctured his buttocks with those same nails, digging 
them into the soft flesh to drive him to greater 
efforts, then slapping his face as he cried out.

She licked and sucked on his ears and bit his neck as he 
laboured above her, drawing blood in several places. She 
pushed her cold slimy tongue into his mouth, making him 
gag. 

And through it all Walter's penis stayed erect. It had 
been a long time since Walter had intercourse with a 
woman, and despite the fact that Brenda was obese, she 
was still a woman. He had gotten used to the stench of 
her unwashed body and was now beginning to enjoy the 
feel of her velvety vagina around his penis as he rocked 
it in and out of her.

Brenda kept one beefy arm around his neck, keeping her 
'lover' pulled tight as she again forced her tongue into 
his mouth. Walter accepted the invading organ and began 
to kiss her back.

He felt her other hand stroke down his back and the 
fingers dip between his buttocks, probing the opening.

Her soft hands felt good on his sore body. He sucked the 
slimy tongue into his mouth as he felt a finger push its 
way into his anus.

Walter felt his testicles tighten with dread, as he had 
his first orgasm in years, pumping his seed into the 
fat, grinning woman beneath him.

The next day at work Becky quizzed Walter about his 
'night of passion' with Brenda, asking if he had 
satisfied the big woman.

Walter told her he had done his very best, omitting that 
he had an orgasm in the hope that Brenda would say 
nothing.

He should have known better. 

Later that evening as Walter was bent over the back of a 
hard backed chair, Becky beat him unmercifully with the 
cane, leaving his buttocks, back and thighs bleeding in 
several places, and leaving Walter sobbing with pain and 
fear.

Punishment over, she informed him, as he could not be 
trusted, she would take it upon herself to make sure he 
would not have anymore unauthorised orgasms. 

Three days later a chastity device was delivered by 
courier.

As Walter stood naked in the living room, a bag of 
frozen peas in each hand pressed firmly to his own 
shrivelled genitals, he examined the chastity device as 
it was laid out on the table in front of him.
It was a work of art, or a torture device, depending on 
whether you were looking at it, or wearing it.

It was a hollow surgical steel replica of a penis. Three 
inches long with small holes perforating it in places, 
mostly at the tip. Becky informed him they were to let 
liquids out as it would not need to come off in the 
shower. The small holes could also be used to push 
needles through his penis.

A hollow prong ran up the centre of the device, like a 
catheter, following the curve of the steel, like a steel 
urethra.

The prong was about six inches in length and a quarter 
of an inch thick. it had a bulbous tip about the size of 
a pea. There were two more 'peas' about an inch apart, 
further down the prong. This steel catheter would be 
pushed into his urethra, sealing it, preventing him from 
urinating. The prong was hollow, but could be sealed at 
the bottom with a small plug that screwed in tightly, 
sealing his urethra.

The device could be locked into a solid ring that sat 
behind his testicals.

The ring was heavy. It was wide and thick and circled 
his scrotum and the base of his penis tightly.

It wasn't painful, but it was uncomfortably tight.

Walter knew it would only get worse.

Becky had put the ring on him earlier and he was 
surprised to see it could be used as a standalone piece 
of kit, as it locked together and could only be removed 
with the special key that Becky would keep. It gathered 
his penis and scrotum and kept them pushed forward, as 
if offering them for punishment.

Becky finished the coffee she had been drinking as she 
waited for Walter to shrink his penis with the frozen 
peas. She loved to make him hurt himself for her and as 
soon as she has his cock locked away, she had promised 
herself an orgasm on the end of his tongue.

'Over here shithead' she ordered. 'Let me see.'

Walter took the frozen peas from his genitals as he 
shuffled to stand before his young mistress, he glanced 
down and was relieved to see his penis had shrivelled.

Becky picked up the hypodermic from the table and pushed 
the short stub of the plastic needle about an inch into 
Walter's urethra and pushed the plunger. Walter felt the 
cold lubricant being forced into his piss slit and was 
thankful for the lubricant at least.

Walter swallowed hard as he watched his young mistress 
reach for the heavy steel chastity device. Once this was 
fitted, Walter knew not only would he suffer a lot of 
discomfort, if not pain, but that he would never again 
be able to touch his cock, to rub the velvet glands with 
his fingertips in the shower, to scratch an itch or to 
even shake his penis after urinating.

From now on he would have to urinate sitting down like a 
woman.

He felt Becky push the first sphere of the steel 
catheter into his urethra, and he gave a little gasp as 
the 'pea' was forced into his pee hole. He felt his cock 
slide into the steel penis, and felt Becky turn it this 
way and that to get it seated. He felt the bulbous tip 
of the steel catheter stretch his urethra all the way up 
as Becky kept up the pressure, slowly pushing the long 
prong all the way in. 

He felt the second and then the third 'pea' force open 
his piss slit as Becky kept gently pushing and twisting. 
Walter felt the bulbous end of the steel prong tighten 
in his urethra as Becky forced it through the ring 
around his scrotum and beyond. He felt the steel sheath 
being forced over his shrivelled penis as his young 
mistress slowly slotted the ring and sheath closer 
together. Thirty seconds of fiddling later, he heard the 
two pieces click together.

Walter shuddered as Becky withdrew the key, popping it 
into her pocket.

She reached for his genitals with both hands as Walter 
stood naked before her, and hefted the weight of the 
whole arrangement, turning and tugging on it to see how 
effective it was. The steel sheath was slightly shorter 
than his flaccid penis, shortening his already less than 
impressive member. It locked tight to the heavy chrome 
ring that circled his scrotum, pushing his testes out to 
the sides. Everything was solid heavy and tight. Walter 
felt the weight of the device pull his genitalia 
downwards and his urethra was beginning to itch already 
because of the alien insertion. 

He felt his penis try to thicken and lengthen as blood 
and warmth returned, filling the steel sheath 
completely. The intimate fondling of Becky's soft hands 
weren't helping to keep him flaccid either. 

Becky was certain that the only way this would come off 
was with the key.

She couldn't be spending her time watching Walter to 
make sure he didn't orgasm, so this would do the job for 
her. 

When Becky was a teenager she had read a saucy novel 
about a Persian princess who had a harem of male slaves, 
some were eunuchs and some were for breeding purposes, 
only allowed orgasms when it pleased their mistress. 
Becky had been incredibly turned on reading it, rubbing 
herself to one orgasm after another until her clitoris 
was swollen and raw. Now she had her own real life slave 
to deny pleasure to.

Walter didn't know it yet, but he would not orgasm again 
for a long time. 

After satisfying herself that her slaves genitals were 
locked away, Becky ordered him to his knees and, 
spreading her thighs, ordered him to lick.

Walter bent to the now familiar task, feeling the weight 
between his legs pulling his penis and testicles 
downwards, and the steel sheath that housed his penis 
tighten as he began to get erect performing this 
intimate act for his young mistress.

***

A month or so later, Becky decided Walter needed a ball 
stretcher.

The first evening, prior to his fitting, Walter steeped 
his penis and scrotum in a container of hot water to 
soften and relax his scrotal muscles. After fifteen 
minutes Becky handed Walter the heavy chrome cylinders 
as he stood before her naked, and ordered him to pull 
his testicles downward as she applied the 'stretcher.'

Walter pulled his testicles downwards as hard as he 
could, as Becky fitted the first cylinder around his 
scrotum.

The cylinders were of various sizes, mostly about an 
inch thick, one a half size and split in half, using an 
allen key. 

Walter felt his young mistress snap the ring around his 
scrotum and lock it in place using the 'key' before 
testing another for fit.

'Pull those balls homo' she grunted, trying to force 
another ring around Walter's scrotum, but no matter what 
way she tried, the full size ring would not fit. Walter 
was relieved as his young mistress swapped it for a 
'half ring' which she applied and tightened with the 
'key.'

'Ok fucker' she murmured, reaching for his scrotum and 
pulling it downwards, making sure the rings would not 
slip off, 'every evening you will hang weights from 
these rings. You will pull them down as hard as you can. 
Next month we will swap the half ring for a full one. 
God help you if it won't fit.'

***

Within six months Walter's balls hung six inches lower. 
The rings were another torment for Walter. Between those 
and the ring behind his balls, his scrotum was often 
pinched and it was very uncomfortable to sit.

Things didn't get any better for Walter after that. His 
father in law, William, died and, having no other 
relatives, left his business to Walter.

Becky insisted he hire a manager to run the company, and 
Walter found himself at his young mistress's home full 
time. He spent his time cooking, cleaning and other 
household chores.

His salary was paid directly into Becky's bank account, 
which, coupled with her own generous salary, meant Becky 
was well off. But she wanted more.

Becky and Bob decided to go their separate ways, after 
Becky discovered Bob had other 'lady friends.' She took 
out her anger on Walter, beating him for any infraction. 
Real or fabricated.

He spent hours between her legs licking her to one 
orgasm after another.

She demanded he learned how to fist himself, forcing his 
fingers into his own rectum pulling and stretching his 
hole until he could get all five fingers in, then 
demanding he curl his fingers into a fist and 'punch 
fuck' himself. Becky thought this was hilarious and kept 
him at it for hours and, as usual recorded it all on her 
digital phone, as Walter abused his own anus and cried 
with pain and humiliation.

Larger and larger plugs were forced into his distended 
ring as he loosened it with his own fist. When his 
rectum was empty it gaped open, so Becky insisted he 
wear a plug at all times. Walter could comfortably take 
a three inch plug now.

Large household objects followed. Her particular 
favourite were empty wine bottles, filled with crushed 
ice and cold water, before being forced into his rectum. 
Walter was made to do his housework while carrying the 
frozen bottle deep in his colon, forbidden to remove or 
even touch it. The freezing bottle gave him painful 
stomach cramps and he did his housework in tears. 

Becky used her largest strap on for hours at a time, a 
nine inch monster that was two and a half inches thick 
and had a bulbous head, driving it all the way home, 
then pulling back to slam it home again, in what could 
only be described as 'angry sex' as she whipped his back 
and made him declare his love for her, and the things 
she did to him, begging for more pain and humiliation. 
Screaming out ideas to his young mistress on how he 
might be humiliated even more. Becky insisted he assist 
her in his own humiliation. Becky duly obliged his 
requests.

When she wasn't using his tongue or his anus, and his 
chores were done to her satisfaction, Becky kept her 
slave on his knees, his hands behind his back, deep 
throating a large silicone penis that was attached to a 
mirror by a suction cup. Walter was forced to watch 
himself, or the caricature of himself that he had become 
as he sucked the entire length of the fake penis down 
his throat. Other times Becky had him standing in the 
corner of the living room, hands folded behind his back 
and his nose pushed into the corner as she relaxed in an 
armchair reading or watching television.

Sometimes Walter stood motionless for hours, his feet 
burning in his high heeled shoes.

Becky had caught him sitting one day, resting his tired 
feet, and after beating him with the cane again, she 
taped small sharp pebbles onto the soles of his feet. 
One under the ball of his big toe, and another under his 
heel.

Walter was then made to put his stiletto heels back on, 
and continue his housework. Walter never sat again 
without being told.

Becky always found fault with his housework, an excuse 
to beat him as he was draped across the back of the 
sofa.

She made surprise inspections of the house, running her 
finger over the top of the door frames or having her 
naked slave move an armchair or sofa from the wall so 
she could check for dust on the base board.

Then as a terrified Walter stood before his young 
mistress, Becky informed him that he would be beaten and 
why he was being beaten.

Becky loved to see the fear in Walter's eyes.

He was forbidden to grunt, flinch or clench as Becky 
beat him.

If he did, the stroke was repeated.

Becky liked to see the angry purple stripes appear on 
Walter's soft quivering buttocks, and the fact she could 
inflict a beating like this on a submissive male, while 
forcing him to remain still and silent, gave her immense 
pleasure.

In fact, every time the cane slammed onto Walter's 
reddening buttocks, Becky's clitoris tingled.

She started torturing him with lit cigarettes. Forcing 
him to stand in the 'display' position as she gently ran 
a lit cigarette around his testicles, making him squat 
so she had access to his rectum, holding the smouldering 
tobacco at the sensitive opening until he pulled away, 
then beating him for moving. She handed him a part 
finished cigarette, ordering him to stub it out on his 
body, she didn't care where. 

Walter cried and begged and Becky stubbed it out on his 
face, taking her time, making sure to cause the maximum 
of pain. He had a huge blister on his cheek that lasted 
for three weeks and left a scar. Then she beat him with 
the cane for not complying with her orders. 

An hour later she again handed him a lit cigarette, 
again ordering him to stub it out on his body. Walter 
cried and begged again. This time Becky told him she 
would stub it out in his eye. Walter believed her and, 
gritting his teeth, he stubbed out the lit cigarette on 
his thigh.

Becky beat him again for hesitating.

The next time Walter was ordered to stub out the 
cigarette on his body, he did so immediately as Becky 
laughed.

She ordered him to squeeze and punch his own testicles 
as he stood before her, warning him that if she thought 
he was holding back, she would show him some real pain.

Walter squeezed and punched until he was sick. Becky 
laughed as she recorded him vomiting onto the floor, 
then licking his own mess from the floor and swallowing 
it again.

Becky also amused herself putting the filtered tips of 
lit cigarette's in his nostrils as he knelt before her 
and watching his eyes tear up and his breathing become 
ragged as he inhaled the smoke from two cigarettes at a 
time. He was forbidden to let them fall from his nose. 

She made him coat his testicles and his circumcised 
penis with chili paste, rubbing it well into the soft, 
spongy glands before pushing it into his anus, then 
laughed as Walter stood before her crying in pain as the 
hot paste burned his most sensitive parts.
 
She also had more tattoo's added, to his horror. 

His eyebrows were thickened and lengthened with Celtic 
swirls, extended to drop down the side of his nose on 
the inside, and curled around his eye socket on the 
outside. 'Property of mistress Becky' was stamped on his 
stomach, above his buttocks and on the back of his neck. 
A slave collar was tattooed around his throat. It was a 
two and a half inch wide, pink band edged in black with 
a nameplate at the front, which spelled 'pinkie' in 
thick black capital letters. The word 'slut' was 
tattooed, in black with red 'flames' on his pelvis, 
where his pubic hair would have been if he had any.

A perfect likeness of his own face was tattooed on his 
back, sucking a large black penis. 

It was instantly recognisable as Walter.

His anus was tattooed too. By the time the tattoo artist 
was done, Walter had what looked like a serviceable 
vagina where his bum hole was.

Labia minora and majora were tattooed onto the sensitive 
skin around his anus and coloured an inviting red. He 
ever had a lifelike clitoris peeking from behind it's 
hood.

Becky was delighted with the outcome. In fact she was so 
happy, she allowed the tattoo artist to be the first man 
to use Walter's new 'vagina.'

And as yet another man grunted himself to a climax in 
his bowels while Becky looked on smirking, a kneeling 
Walter cried.

Glory holes were another favourite of Becky's.

Often Walter would be brought to back rooms in seedy sex 
shops or porn theatre's where he would spend the day on 
his knees sucking the anonymous erections that were 
thrust through the holes drilled in the wooden 
partition. A five dollar note would be pushed through 
the letter box at head height before Walter would lift 
the hatch to allow the penis to be pushed through, then 
as the anonymous man watched a video of an enormous 
breasted lady sucking one penis after another, Walter 
engulfed the large glands in his mouth and sucked it to 
orgasm as quickly as he could.

All this being recorded, and watched by the owner of the 
sex shop.

Becky forced him to carry a clipboard and approach men 
in public toilets. A humiliated Walter was forced to ask 
strangers if he might be allowed to suck their penis's 
and swallow their cum. 

Walter was not allowed to come home without three 
different signatures on his clipboard, giving his oral 
skills marks out of ten. Anyone who wanted a repeat 
performance could also leave their name and number, and 
Becky would have Walter phone them for another 'date.'

Most evenings Walter came home from the men's toilets 
with a black eye or a bloody nose, but he always had his 
three signatures.

Then the piercings began. Becky had each of his ears 
pierced in five places. Large silver grommets were 
forced through his earlobes from which she hung large 
thick rings, to lengthen his ears. She had heavy gauge 
rings put horizontally through his enlarged nipples, 
followed by vertical heavy gauge bars. A large grommet 
was put in the septum of his nose. A piece had to be 
removed from his septum to accommodate the grommet, from 
which hung a heavy gauge ring. The ring was thick and 
heavy and lay against his upper lip. 

Walter could feel it jiggle about as he moved his head. 
The ball on the ring touched his lower lip. Two smaller 
rings were inserted on the outside of his nostrils. One 
each side. His tongue was pierced four times. A large 
gauge post was put through the middle of the flesh. It 
was so long that his mouth wouldn't close properly. A 
ring was put each side of his tongue, about half way 
back and another bigger one pierced the tip. They all 
clattered against his teeth as he tried to talk.

His cheeks were pierced and short barbells inserted.

Sometimes these were replaced with a bar that went in 
through one cheek, straight through his mouth and out 
through the other cheek.

The bridge of his nose was pierced with a bar, capped 
with triangular tips. He could see these tips in his 
peripheral vision. 

Becky hung small bells from his nipples and septum, 
saying she liked to hear him 'tinkle' around the house. 
A couple of weeks later, Walter had all his teeth 
removed, all the better to lick pussy and suck cock, he 
was told.

Becky often brought home strange men after her nights 
out, where Walter was made to participate in their 
drunken 'lovemaking,' licking Becky's pussy to get her 
wet, sucking her partners penis to hardness and then 
licking up any bodily fluids afterwards. Some of her 
partners seemed to be embarrassed for Walter, but some 
giggled drunkenly as Becky ordered and slapped her slave 
around.

Often when Walter was on his knees busy worshiping at 
the hairy mound between his young mistress's legs, Becky 
would fantasize about killing Walter.

She had a scenario already in her mind. Walter would be 
brought to a forest where Becky would spend an hour or 
so torturing the naked man. Then he would be made to 
stand on a low stool that Becky would have him bring 
with him. 

Walter would be instructed to tie a rope around his 
neck, the other end having been secured to a tree 
branch, then Walter would be made to abuse himself, 
masturbating his stiff penis while he was precariously 
balanced on the low stool, naked except for his high 
heels.

As he rubbed, Becky would tell him, that as he neared 
the point of orgasm, he was to announce the approaching 
orgasm and thank his mistress for allowing him to serve 
her and for this one last climax, then as he began to 
spurt he was to kick the stool out from under himself 
and continue rubbing his erection.

Becky would tell him he would be left hanging from the 
branch, naked and covered with his own spending, as she 
made her way home alone. When he would eventually be 
found, it would look like auto erotic asphyxiation, that 
a heavily modified Walter has hung himself as he 
pleasured himself in the woods.

The thoughts of a naked and modified Walter hanging 
naked and dead, Becky having made him kick the stool out 
from under himself, while he spurted his last ever 
orgasm as he choked to death, caused Becky to explode in 
climax every time.

Walter didn't know how close to death he had come 
sometimes. Becky had gotten used to the lifestyle being 
with Walter had given her.

The money from her salary, which she didn't have to earn 
anymore, was a great help, especially as she had given 
herself a couple of big raises lately. 

Walter's salary was also paid into her bank account.

She had gotten used to the lifestyle the money had 
brought her. Besides, Walter was a good 'househusband,' 
keeping the house spic and span and the meals were on 
time and tasted good.

Besides, if she got rid of Walter, she would be on her 
own again, and it wouldn't be easy finding another sub 
that she could torture like Walter. 

Becky introduced her slave to porn as a way to make more 
money. She hired him out to porn producers to act in 
adult films. It started out as gay porn, fairly 
mainstream stuff, but quickly descended into underground 
S&M and other fetish stuff as Becky was offered more and 
more money. Becky was happiest when Walter, a 
heterosexual male, was made to perform with other males.

Becky was put up in 'no expenses spared' hotels by the 
movie producers to be pampered, eating and drinking the 
finest food and drink they had to offer as Walter was 
bundled into the back of a van and driven to the 'set.'

The 'set' was usually a deserted warehouse somewhere, 
that had been rigged out with bright lights and many 
professional looking movie cameras.

Walter was introduced to the 'delights' of bestiality, 
getting fucked by dogs, sheep, pigs, goats and donkeys.

These male animals were aroused by the smell of female 
animals in heat. The female animals were kept concealed. 

Walter was made to finger the sex organs of the on heat 
female animals, then transfer the fluid gathered from 
their engorged vaginas to his anus and mouth. He was 
made to lick the sex organs of the female animals, 
before being forced to fuck them.

Then he was made to suck and eventually fuck, the 
rampant male animals put in front of him.

Walter was pissed and shit on by his animal lovers and 
was bitten, kicked and knocked down while attempting to 
'mate' with various animals.

Hard core gay S&M was also a favourite, and Walter often 
found himself bound and gagged as large naked and masked 
men sodomised him, pushing rampant erections down his 
throat, while beating him with whips, canes, chains and 
belts, driving large needles in and out of his soft 
tissue, burning his flesh with cigarettes and hot metal, 
as a terrified Walter, nearly mad with pain, screamed 
himself hoarse.

Other women were brought to the 'set' and Walter was 
made to attack them, beating them and ripping their 
clothes off and eventually raping them, all being 
recorded.

He was forced to participate in child sex movies, 
abusing small children.

Licking and fingering small hairless vagina's or 
kneeling down to suck pre-teen cock's before turning to 
be sodomised and beaten by underage boys. Becky made a 
lot of money from Walter's porn movies.

One evening, as Walter knelt massaging his young 
mistress feet, she informed him they were going tomorrow 
to visit his sons. Walter hadn't seen his boys in five 
years and thanked Becky.

Next morning, naked except for his high heels and a cape 
around his shoulders, Walter drove With Becky in the 
back, the short distance to Lucinda's house. As usual he 
removed his cape and entered the living room naked, 
being careful not to cover his genitals. 

His sons were lying on the floor naked. They were 
embracing and making out like teenage lovers. Arms 
around each other's bodies, kissing deeply, wetly, 
slowly, as they stroked and rubbed gently on each 
other's erections. Walter noticed their slim bodies were 
hairless apart from the long blond hair on their heads, 
which was in pigtails.

Lucinda and that woman Elizabeth were sitting in easy 
chairs watching his sons. There was a naked older man on 
his hands and knees on the coffee table being buggered 
by Lucinda's father who was also naked. Walter watched 
the large erect penis slide with ease back and forth in 
the other mans greased rectum. He noticed the scars and 
bruises on the strange mans back and buttocks, 
testifying that he had suffered many years of physical 
abuse.

There was an older woman also in an easy chair. She had 
her back to Walter but he guessed she was in her 
sixties. Walter assumed she was with the strange man.

Lucinda and Elizabeth approached Walter and as Becky 
pointed out the body modifications she had done, Walter 
noticed the older woman move to stand behind him. He 
felt her hands stroke his back, down over his buttocks 
and one hand slide around to the front to cup his 
testicles, the other cupping and fondling his enhanced 
breasts.

'Well, boy,' he heard the woman whisper in his ear, as 
she gently hefted his genitals in the chastity device, 
'Aren't you going to say hello to your dear old mum?'

Walter felt his blood drain away as he realised the 
woman lifting and tugging on his imprisoned genitalia 
was his mother. And the man getting sodomised on the 
coffee table was his father.

Walter heard the other women giggling as his mother 
moved round to stand in front of him, all the time 
tugging and squeezing his full heavy testicles. 'You're 
a naughty boy,' she continued, 'You sneaked away in the 
middle of the night, we never knew if you were alive or 
dead, your poor father missed you terribly, give your 
old mum a kiss sonny boy, there's a good lad.' 

Walter watched as his own mother, his own flesh and 
blood leaned in for the kiss, pushing her cold slimy 
tongue deep into his mouth. Walter felt his stomach 
heave at the cold sour taste of his mothers tongue as 
she forced it into his mouth as far as she could. He 
felt her tongue touch his toothless gums and pull away 
startled as she discovered his teeth were gone.

'Open your mouth bitch' she ordered and Walter opened 
his mouth as wide as he could, pulling his lips back to 
show his mother his gums.

Walter's mother put her thumb into her sons mouth, 
running the digit across the smoothness where his teeth 
used to be.

'Oh that's nice,' she breathed, 'I'm sure your father 
will appreciate that soft toothless mouth a little 
later,' Walter began to sob as her meaning sank in and 
as the tears ran down his face he heard the other women 
giggle.

Walter stood motionless as his mother turned her 
attention to his enhanced breasts with their pierced 
nipples, hefting them in the palms of her hands, rubbing 
her thumbs across his large nipples making the bells 
sing out, as Becky pointed out his other modifications 
to the delighted women.

Walter's mother had changed little over the years, 
Walter noticed. She was still handsome and had a body 
that had stood up well to the passage of time. She still 
had the large soft heavy breasts that he remembered and 
her belly was still rounded and full. As Walter stood 
naked before his mother, feeling her warm, soft hands 
tug and pull on his imprisoned genitalia, he felt his 
penis try to stiffen inside its narrow steel prison.

Later the women relaxed, fully satisfied after many 
orgasms on the tongues of the naked men. The men had 
been busy. The women had swapped them around, then 
compared stamina and technique. Walter listened red 
faced as he heard his mother talk about his skills at 
cunninglus, comparing him favourably with his own 
father. He had been moved from vulva to vulva 
experiencing the different tastes and odours from the 
different women, and the saliva left there by the man 
before him.

The other men were dispatched to bring a heavy wooden 
table into the living room and as Walter stood naked 
before his mother and she examined his various tattoo's, 
piercings and large enhanced breasts, he noticed his 
sons set up professional looking lights and video 
equipment. 

'Ok bitches, line up' Lucinda ordered, as the equipment 
was at last set up to her satisfaction. 'None of you 
have had an orgasm in a while, but you will have self 
control tonight. There will be no cumming without 
permission. Anyone cums without permission will wish 
they had never been born. Get on the table and 'make 
love.' I want to see all hands busy and all holes 
filled. If you see an empty hole, fill it. If you see an 
empty hand, fill it. If your own holes or hands are 
empty, get them filled up. I want to see everyone 
sucking and fucking. I want plenty of kissing and making 
out. I want to hear moaning and grunting and sounds of 
pleasure. When I turn on the cameras, I don't expect to 
have to give any more instruction.'

Walter climbed onto bench with the other naked men, his 
naked twin sons and his naked father, plus Lucinda's 
father. Lucinda and the other women turned on the lights 
and Walter was surprised at how bright and hot they 
were. The women turned on the cameras and Walter noticed 
that nothing could be seen behind the brightness of the 
lights. 

Immediately Walter felt someone grab his ears and force 
a large penis into his toothless mouth, while someone 
else filled his rectum with fingers. He could hear the 
man whose cock he was sucking kissing someone else wetly 
and he reached blindly to handle a cock or scrotum.

For two hours the silent women kept the five naked men 
on the table busy. Walter was fucked numerous times, as 
he was sure all the men were. He sucked many different 
erections, as he was sure all the men did. He realised 
his own sons, and his father had sodomised him, but he 
was also sure his humiliation wasn't over yet. Lucinda 
was delighted with the video footage, assuring the other 
women that when the tape was edited there would be at 
least an hour of good film. That would be copied many 
times and sold in the various sex shops that were owned 
by friends of hers.

Walter cried again at hearing this, much to the delight 
of his mother.

After a short rest Walter was put on his knees on the 
bench. The other men were instructed to sodomise him, 
cum in his rectum and then move to the front to have 
their cocks cleaned in his toothless mouth. His two sons 
were to go first. 

After his sons had deposited their load in their fathers 
rectum, Lucinda's father moved behind Walter and pushed 
his erect member into Walter's bowels with one push. 
After five minutes of sawing the rampant member in and 
out of the greased hole, Walter felt the other man 
stiffen and slam his penis to the hilt, as he spurted 
his load into Walter's colon.

As the softening penis was slid from his rectum and 
pushed toward his mouth to be cleaned, Walter noticed 
his mother and Lucinda in conversation. This is not 
good, Walter thought.

Walter and his father stood in the centre of the room, 
as ordered by his mother. They were embracing and 
kissing like teenage lovers. Walter's chastity device 
had been removed by Becky, the first time in years, and 
his cock grew to erection immediately. Now his father's 
hand was slowly stroking Walter's erect member and 
Walter was doing the same for his father as their 
tongues snaked in and out of each other's mouths. The 
women were sitting in easy chairs watching the show.

The other three naked men were busy between the legs of 
the women again.

Walter's mother had one of her grandsons on his knees, 
his face buried between her widespread fleshy thighs, 
his head bobbing up and down as he licked furiously at 
the wet hole between his grandmothers legs.

Walter dropped to his knees in front of his father and 
slid his lips around the hard penis in front of him, 
sliding his toothless gums up and down the shaft, 
licking the swollen head with his tongue, pushing 
forward to take the full length down his throat, pushing 
his tongue out to lick his father's heavy scrotum. 

Walter's father had been warned not to orgasm, he was 
well trained, thanks to the numerous beatings meted out 
by his wife, but he was finding it difficult not to cum 
in his sons warm sucking mouth.

After ten minutes of fellating his father, Walter was 
ordered to stand and bend over the bench. His father was 
ordered to mount his son.

Walter relaxed his anus, pushing slightly to allow 
easier entry, as he felt his father's erection poking 
between his buttocks. 

Thanks to the numerous loads deposited already in his 
well used rectum, lubricant wasn't needed. His father 
pushed hard, burying his erection to the hilt before 
pulling back to slam home again. Keeping a firm grip on 
Walter's hips he sawed in and out of the greased hole 
for a few minutes before asking for permission to cum.

Permission was granted and Walter felt his father speed 
up his assault on his sons colon. Finally, with one 
final lunge, he spewed his hot cum into Walter's rectum. 
Seconds later, after getting his breath back, Walter 
felt his father drop to his knees behind him to lick and 
suck his own spending from his sons tender anus.

Next came the part that Walter was dreading. Walter 
stood and faced his father as the older man dropped to 
his knees. Walter stood motionless as his father sucked 
his sons semi erect penis into his well practiced mouth 
and slid his lips up and down the rapidly expanding 
organ. It had been a long time since Walter's penis had 
been treated this gently and he could feel his testicles 
tighten as he struggled not to cum. Finally after what 
seemed like hours, but was only minutes, Becky ordered 
Walter's father to stand and bend across the wooden 
bench, telling Walter that he had better enjoy this 
fuck, as it would be his last for a long time. 

Walter lined up his erection with the large greased hole 
between his father's buttocks and pushed gently. His 
glands opened the hole easily, testifying that his 
father's anus had seen plenty of action. Walter kept up 
steady pressure, watching his erect member slowly sink 
into his father's rectum. Despite the shame and 
humiliation, it felt wonderful. Finally, when his penis 
had sunk as far as it could, Walter gripped his father 
by the hips and started to fuck the older man, using 
long deep strokes, gasping at the wonderful feelings in 
his long imprisoned penis.

It wasn't long before Walter felt himself building 
towards an orgasm as he fucked his own father. He wanted 
to stop, or at least slow down to savour the feelings, 
but knew he could not stop without permission.

'Keep going pinky' he heard Becky snigger. He glanced at 
her and wasn't surprised to see her recording the whole 
sordid act. 

'No coming without permission' she ordered.' Walter 
tried to concentrate on something else to control his 
orgasm. He thought about his fake breasts and his 
tattoo's. He thought about his bald head, his toothless 
mouth and the bells tinkling in his nose and nipples. He 
thought about all the homosexual acts he was forced to 
perform. He thought about the beatings and the 
degradation. 

He thought about his mother watching him sodomise his 
own father and about his son between the widespread legs 
of his own grandmother licking her to one orgasm after 
another. Finally he was given permission by Becky to 
orgasm. Walter sped up his attack on his father's 
rectum, holding the older man's hips tightly as he used 
long deep strokes. Seconds later he threw his head back 
and cried out, as he pumped his sticky load into his 
father's rectum.

Walter only had his breath back when Becky ordered him 
to his knees for 'cleanup duties.' the tears sprang once 
again to Walter's eyes as he sank to his knees behind 
his father and, putting his lips to the older man's 
anus, sucked his own ejaculate, mixed with faeces, from 
his father's rectum.

Once a month or so, all the ladies, including his mother 
would gather at Lucinda's house to have a little 
'family' get-together where a humiliated Walter was made 
to serve drinks, food and sexual services to the men and 
women his wife invited. Walter's sons and his father 
were required to fuck Walter and have their cocks sucked 
by him. Walter's mother particularly liked to watch her 
husband fuck Walter's arse as he sucked on one of his 
sons erect penis's. Walter's mother liked to have one of 
her grandsons licking between her legs as she watched 
the men in her family 'getting gay' with one another.

These were particularly difficult times for Walter, as 
many of the people invited by his wife, or the other 
dominant ladies in his life, were known to him, and to 
be used as a sex slave, dressed as Walter was dressed, 
made him cringe with embarrassment every time.

One weekend Walter was once again brought to the 'film 
set' in the back of a blacked out van. The set was made 
to look like a hospital surgery room. A heavy 
gynecologist chair was in the centre of the room, bags 
of fluid hung from stands and trays of shiny operating 
tools were neatly laid out nearby. Walter assumed he was 
going to participate in a medical fetish movie of some 
sort.

Three beautiful Amazonian women, dressed in nurses 
uniforms, approached Walter as the cameras started to 
roll. Walter was gently caressed as the three women 
undressed him, stroking each body part as it was 
exposed, taking turns to kiss him on the mouth, gently, 
softly, pushing their soft tongues into his open mouth, 
kissing his neck, licking his ears, burrowing their 
tongues inside as they gently pinched his nipples and 
stroked his body.

Walter hadn't felt this good in a long, long time and 
his penis tried to react in its steel prison. This was 
sweet torture to Walter. This was what he had always 
fantasised about in his submissive dreams. Strong women 
caressing and pleasuring him. A small bit of hand 
spanking. 

Plenty of orgasms. Not the pain and humiliation heaped 
on him by Lucinda and Becky.

When he was naked, Walter was led to the heavy chair in 
the centre of the room and helped to sit. 

His legs were placed in stirrups and pulled far apart 
and pushed backwards, giving unobstructed access to his 
genitals and anus. Many, many leather straps were pulled 
about his naked body and cinched tight. Across his chest 
and stomach. Around his neck. Across his forehead. At 
his elbows and wrists. At his knees, thighs and ankles.

Walter was held motionless and could only watch the 
women as they began to kiss and caress each other, 
slowly undressing each other.

Walter's penis was in agony in his steel prison as it 
tried to expand, but he couldn't take his eyes off the 
three women slowly caressing and stripping each other in 
front of him.

For an hour or more Walter lay strapped to the chair, 
motionless, as the three women teased him. Touching each 
other, pushing fingers into each other's vaginas and 
transferring the wetness to Walter's sucking mouth. 
Finally one of the women sat on a low stool which she 
had placed between Walter's widespread legs.

The plug was removed from his distended anus and Walter 
felt the woman probe his anal ring with her gloved 
fingers.

First one, then two of the lubricated fingers were 
pushed into his rectum.

Eventually the woman had her fist fully lodged in his 
anal passage.

One of the other women unlocked and slowly removed his 
chastity device. Walter grunted with relief as the 
central prong was slowly removed from his urethra and 
his erection thickened and lengthened to full size, the 
first time in years.

Walter gasped with pleasure as the third woman bent to 
lick the head of his erection, before sucking it into 
her mouth wetly, bobbing her head up and down on the 
rampant flesh before standing straight to masturbate him 
in her soft hand.

A small greased 'sound' was slowly pushed into Walter's 
urethra, before being slowly withdrawn again, only to be 
pushed down the length of his piss slit again and again, 
as the other two women caressed him and each other.

Walter was aware of two cameras being moved closer, to 
record between his widespread legs, another one 
recording his face.

Walter looked at the large full colour monitor on the 
wall behind the woman between his legs, and could see 
what was being recorded.

As his orgasm quickly approached, Walter felt the woman 
between his legs take his scrotum in her left hand, 
squeezing gently.

In the monitor on the wall he could clearly see her soft 
hand, clad in surgical latex, lift the full, heavy 
testicles away from his body.

He also saw her lay a surgical scalpel, clasped in her 
right hand, on his scrotum, between his bulging 
testicles.

Walter wasn't sure what was happening. The soft hand 
masturbating his penis was quickly bringing him to the 
point of orgasm, but he couldn't take his eyes from the 
monitor and the image of his scrotum balled in the hand 
of the woman between his legs, or the razor sharp 
scalpel in her other hand gently moving across his 
testes. 

As Walter felt his penis begin to convulse and years of 
backed up semen was spurted high in the air, to land in 
pools on his stomach, in what was to be Walter's last 
ever orgasm , he felt the woman slice open his scrotum.

Walter screamed as he watched the monitor and saw his 
scrotum open up like ripe fruit. He screamed again and 
watched as the woman sliced his scrotum from the base of 
his penis nearly to his anus, straight down the centre 
of his ball bag.

He screamed again as the woman reached into the gaping 
wound to catch his testicles between her fingers, gently 
pulling the fleshy orbs through the opening, cutting and 
pulling to free them, then letting them dangle, still 
attached by the spermatic cords, muscles and arteries, 
along his anal cleft.

Walter was beyond screaming as he watched the woman 
begin to cut his scrotum away, cutting off the loose 
skin as his testes dangled free.

Walter watched as she mopped up the blood and fluid with 
a pad of cloth, before gently lifting his exposed testes 
in the palm of her hand.

Walter watched as the woman gently stroked her thumb 
across his raw testes, feeling their weight and gently 
squeezing them in her hand. 

He felt sick to his stomach at what he had seen on the 
monitor.

He watched as the woman dipped the scalpel back into his 
empty bag and with a flick of her wrist, Walter watched 
his testicles fall free one after the other. Walter 
gasped in shock as the woman left Walter's amputated 
testicles on his stomach and return to his scrotum. 

Walter began to scream again as the woman began to 
stitch back the gaping wound in his empty scrotum, 
pulling it tight, taking up the slack before stitching 
the raw ends together.

Walter stopped screaming as he felt one of the other 
women empty a hypodermic into his shoulder and as the 
woman between his legs continued to pull and stitch his 
empty scrotum, Walter drifted into a drug induced sleep. 

Walter was kept drugged for more than a week to let him 
recover from blood loss and shock.

Becky, of course was well paid for Walter's injury's.

A few weeks later Walter was brought to the hospital 
again to have the makeshift surgery examined.

The surgeon found a small amount of infection so a 
couple of days later, Walter once again went back under 
the knife. Becky had Walter sign papers, and double the 
surgeon's fee to cut away all the fleshy scrotum, 
leaving just the shaft of his penis.

After the surgery the doctor prescribed testosterone for 
Walter, but Becky disagreed, informing Walter that as he 
wasn't a man anymore, there was no need for him to take 
'man' tablets. Instead, she decided, he would take 
estrogen for the rest of his life.

***

After six months of taking high doses of estrogen, 
Walter noticed a difference in himself. His breast 
tissue enlarged and softened along with his hips and 
buttocks. His waist got smaller and his face softened. 
His voice was pitched higher and he began to look more 
'womanly.' 

His chastity device was discarded, and his penis shrank 
until it was less than two inches long. Becky thought 
this was hilarious and inserted a hollow plastic rod up 
his urethra. The rod had nodules every inch or so that 
prevented it from falling out. Becky pushed it in about 
seven inches, until the full length was inside his 
urethra, keeping his small cock standing out from his 
hairless groin, giving the impression that Walter had a 
two inch erection. She had his cock head pierced and a 
small bell was hung from the tip. 

Becky took him back to the salon again to have laser 
hair removal on his head. Now Walter hadn't a hair on 
his entire body.

Becky decided she didn't like his bald head so she had 
obscene tattoos put on instead. Spurting, erect penis's 
were tattooed on in abundance.

At the next monthly party, Walter heard Becky's guests 
laugh out loud when they saw Walter with his tattoos and 
two inch erection, staggering around on his high heels, 
bells tinkling. Walter, at this stage, was nearly beyond 
caring.

As the 'freak' stepped out into the sunshine with 
another tray of chilled drinks, he saw his mother beckon 
him over to where she was slowly fondling his father's 
erection. He saw his adult sons, naked except for high 
heeled boots and bow-ties, hand around trays of finger 
food, their penis's erect thanks to the Viagra, cock 
rings and the constant handling of the party guests. He 
saw Lucinda relaxed in a tiny bikini, on a sun lounger, 
her father, naked, applying sun block on her back and 
shoulders. He saw Becky and her camera, recording 
everything as usual. 

He saw everybody turn to watch this heavily modified 
'man' made his way to stand before his mother and 
father, red faced, before dropping to his knees to take 
his father's erect penis between his lips, sliding his 
toothless gums forward and back on the hardness. No 
matter how many times he had to perform this intimate, 
incestuous act on his father, it filled him with shame 
and revulsion. 

He was aware of the audience turning to watch and as he 
heard his father begin to grunt and twitch, preparing to 
shoot his seed into his sons softly sucking mouth, 
Walter knew this wouldn't be the last time as his mother 
seemed to take great pleasure from watching her 'son' 
sucking his own fathers erection and swallowing his cum.


'Permission to have a squirty mummy' Walter heard his 
father ask and permission given, Walter soon felt his 
mouth fill with his father's sour sperm and swallowed it 
down.

Walter was sent on his way with the tray of drinks 
again, and his mother handed his father a small quirt 
and bade him follow Walter around lashing at his legs, 
buttocks and back. 

'Keep that bitch moving' Walter heard her order his 
father, and as he moved to circulate with the drinks 
tray, Walter's father followed him closely lashing at 
him liberally.

The quirt didn't hurt, but it stung a bit and Walter's 
father lashed at his son as hard as he could, following 
him around as he handed out drinks to the grinning 
guests. 

The tray empty, Walter made his way back to the kitchen 
to fetch more, closely followed by his father still 
beating him.

The next time Walter emerged into the sunshine, a table 
had been pulled over by the pool and he was 'invited' to 
lie on his back on the table. 

The body of the table was short and his head hung over 
one side. His sons were then told to take their pleasure 
from their father, one to use his mouth, the other his 
anus.

Walter, tears squeezing from the corners of his eyes, 
grunted around the cock pushing its way down his throat 
as his other son forced his thick erection in between 
his buttocks.

Walter was rocked back and forth between his two sons as 
they roughly fucked him from either end as his father 
still slashed at his stomach and breasts with the quirt.

Finally sated, his two sons were sent back to serve 
drinks as Walter was called from one group to another of 
his wife's friends to be examined, as Lucinda looked on 
smiling.

Becky was also smiling as she recorded the whole thing.

As Walter stood motionless, being groped by men and 
women alike he felt his sons ejaculate slip from his 
distended anus and trickle down his legs. This was not 
be the last load that would seep from his anus before 
this night was over. 

Now as he gazed out the window at the 'party' Walter 
wished things had been different. He wished Tommy Harris 
hadn't gone away. He wished Mary hadn't died. He wished 
he hadn't ran away from his parents home that fateful 
night. But most of all he wished he had never saw 
Lucinda on the internet that night ten years ago.

Now as he checked himself in the mirror one last time, 
he stepped briskly out into the sunshine to continue his 
servant duties, making his bells tinkle and his breasts 
bounce.

The End

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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