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Peter was sitting in the corner looking rather glum.
Sometimes his new life
as a fuckboy would depress him. It was only occasionally
when he would miss
the life as a normal teenage boy before he discovered that
his mother,
father, and mentor(me) had all conspired to totally corrupt
and use him.
This didn't anger or upset me. I understand that the mind
of a teenage boy
is a fragile thing. I understand what a shock it must be
to his nature to
suddenly discover he is to be used as a cunt, to satisfy
the lusts of his
own parents and friends. But that wasn't what was
depressing Peter on this
day. Nor was it the knowledge that he would soon be mated
with horses and
other animals on the farm. NO, he pretty much had come to
accept that no
sexual act was too disgusting or disturbing for us to try
on him. I think
after the incident at the church with Father Robert, when
he had been forced
to masturbate at the Altr, he pretty much knew there was no
sexual act too
taboo for us to try.
What was depressing Peter on this particular day was the
activity in
which we had just been engaged. I had assigned Peter to
write a letter. It
said the following.
"Hi:
Since you go to school with me every day, I thought
it important that
you know a few things about me. Even though I may appear to
be just another
student in your gym class and other classes, I thought it
only fair to tell
you that I am a cocksucking faggot. I also take dick up my
ass. I do this
almost every day. Sometimes I do it five or ten times a
day. I am a real
homo cock slut. I just can't get enough cock.
I wanted to tell you this so that you would
understand if you see me
staring at your dick in the locker room. You have a
girlfriend to fuck and
all kinds of friends, and are popular in sports. All I
think about is guys'
cocks and how to get them. If you ever have a fight with
your girlfriend, or
just need to get some sexual relief, I want to offer the
services of my
mouth and ass to you and any of your friends.
I know you will probably tell a lot of kids around
school about this. And
that's okay, as a faggot that is what I deserve. I know it
may change how
you and the guys and girls treat me. I hope you can
understand when I look
at your dick in the locker room, or at the big bulge in
your pants in the
hallway and classroom, that I can't help wanting dick all
the time. It's
just my fucking faggot nature. I probably deserve to have
the shit kicked
out of me.
Just so you know this letter is sincere and truthful,
and not just some
dumb prank, I am including some photos of me. You can see
me naked with my
hard on. You can also see me sucking dick and taking it up
the ass. The
straight guys who fuck me, say my asshole feels just like a
cunt. Please use
me, this letter, and these photos in any way you see fit.
Thank you for reading this, Sir.
Your classmate Peter
Of course Peter sobbed all the while he wrote the damned
thing. He
complained that he would be ruined at school, and that he
would lose all his
friends. I nicely pointed out to him that he didn't need
any friends as he
was a cocksucking cuntboy, and that we would give him all
the friendship he
needed. I then went with him to show the letter to his
parents for their
approval. Peter's father tongue kissed the boy and felt
his ass globes and
told him how proud he was of him for writing such an honest
letter. Peter's
mom felt the bulge of Peter's young dick through his jeans.
We usually kept
Peter bare assed, but since we were going to mail these
letters, he was
dressed. Peter's mom and dad then helped him choose
photos to go along
with the letter. He wanted some of the more mild ones, but
they said he
should be proud of his skills, and they chose ones showing
big dicks going
up his ass and his lips wrapped around fat leaking cocks.
Of course we made
sure Peter was easily identifiable in each photo.
Peter's dad raised the issue of potential trouble with
the law if any of
this fell into the wrong hands. I pointed out that we could
always say it
was a teenage prank that Peter concocted just for fun, and
that the photos
were internet doctored images. If worse came to worse with
the law, we could
always say that Peter is a pervert in need of help, and we
are shocked at
his behavior. However, I pointed out that most likely the
kids at school
would keep this among themselves. It would be more fun for
them that way. I
have had several other experiences with similar things, and
it has always
worked out well thus far.Peter's parents were so turned on
by the idea of
ruining him at school, that Hank demanded an on the spot
cocksuck from his
son, and Helen, not to be outdone, wanted her cunt licked.
Peter still is
not used to licking his mother's pussy. Its so cute how shy
he gets,
especially when she gives him specific orders such as to
suck harder on her
clit, or lick her swollen cuntlips. The hardest thing for
Peter so far, is
to have to suck his dad's cum from out of his mom's cunt
and asshole. This
still freaks him out. But I know he will adjust in time.
Look at all the
things he was able to accomplish under my tutelage.
Next, Peter and I looked through his school year book
to find jocks to
send the letter to. Once again, I had to help him, as he
was shy about
sending the letter to the most masculine, toughest looking,
mean
motherfuckers in the school. I could tell from the photos
in the yearbook,
and the descriptions of the boys, which ones would most
appreciate a letter
like this from Peter. So we took my car and went to the
post office and
mailed the letters. On the way back, I had Peter strip
bare naked in the
car and play with his dick and asshole all the way home. I
love to see him
with his big naked feet up on the dashboard of the car,
shoving a flashlight
up his asscunt, frigging his dick until it leaks and
drools.
When we got back to the farm, I told Peter to follow me
to the barn, as
it was time to introduce him to new chores. Peter has had
the job of
cleaning the horse stables ever since he was twelve, but on
this particular
day, I taught him a new way to accomplish his task. I told
him that from
now on, he was not to use a shovel to clean up the horse
shit. I told him
that he was to be naked of course, and from now on, he was
to crawl not walk
once he was inside the stable. I made a little joke of it
and told him it
was in honor of the opening of the show Equus with Daniel
Radcliffe in
London. I said he had to start showing more respect to the
horses. So, he
was to crawl. Next I told him how to clean the stables. He
was to crawl into
the stable, right to a steaming pile of horse shit...and
then he was to take
the horseshit in his mouth and crawl over to a large tub
near the door of
the stable, and deposit the horse shit into the tub. He was
to repeat this
action until all the stables were spotless. He was to also
take any shitty
hay into his mouth and carry it over to the tub in the same
way. He could
then rise to put new hay into the stables. He was to then
go back onto his
knees and crawl to the tub. Now, on the end of the tub, he
would find a
chain attached to a black leather cuff. He was to wrap the
cuff around his
ball sack and fasten it tightly. Then he was to crawl out
of the barn,
dragging the tub filled with horse shit by his scrotum. He
was not allowed
to touch the tub with his hands or feet...pulling it only
with his nutsack.
After pulling the tub that way across the yard, he was
allowed to use his
hands to empty the waste.
Peter couldn't believe I was serious. I pointed out to
him that we had
been playing around long enough, and now that he was
sixteen, it was time he
started to take some of his responsibilities seriously. Of
course, this
caused a whole new series of sobs, as I suspected.
One needs patience and tolerance when dealing with
teenage boys.
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