The following story is an erotic fantasy story meant for mature readers and should only be read by adults over the age of eighteen years old. It involves depictions of sex. If this subject matter offends, then stop reading this page now.
This story is a work of fiction and is not intended to depict any living person, although some elements are autobiographical in nature. Do not read this story if you live in an area where it is illegal to do so. The author does not condone the actions in this story.
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For those of you who have been asking about the roots of this story, some parts of this twisted tale are autobiographical in nature, including 'Johnny Jet', the authoritarian head of household (the author's uncle), strict discipline and familial Bible teachings, Chem lab, the unsympathetic teacher, gym class, Daniel and Christopher, abject poverty, Midwestern life, and the flaky mother.
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Cinderfella, part 23
It was the year 2030 when the repeal of the 13th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution changed my life. Diminishing incomes meant my mother was no longer able to pay the bills, and I had willingly signed a contract indenturing myself to my new stepfather, a man named Jake Head. Jake was a total jerk, as were his sons, and I hated living in his house. Every day seemed worse than the one before. Then, to my surprise, my life became even worse when Jake sold my contract to Mr. George Witt, a man who treated me like a farm animal, and who even leased me back to Mr. Head.
Christopher walked around to Dick's front side. "I hope you appreciate what we're doing for you, boy," he said, taking Dick's cheek in his hand and gently slapping his face three times. "It's really for your own good."
"Yes, master," Dick said, miserably. "It's... it's for my own good."
"If we don't keep you trained, you'll start slacking. You'll get lazy. And then you wouldn't be of any use back on Witt Farms, now would you?"
"No Master," Dick said.
"A lazy servant has no use, Knob," Chrstopher lectured Dick. "Jesus said 'He who is slack in his work is brother to him who destroys.' And in Colossians, it says, 'Servants, in all things obey those who are your masters on earth, not with external service, as those who merely please men, but with sincerity of heart, fearing the Lord'. Do you know what that means, Dick?"
"I must... always obey my masters, Master," Dick said.
"Yes, Knob," Christopher nodded, leaning in close to Dick's face. "And what else?"
"And... I must never slacken off in my work duties, Master," Dick said.
"And...?"
"And I must... s-serve faithfully, and sincerely, every moment of the day," Dick said.
"That's right, Knob," Christopher smiled. "It's what Jesus wants. Jesus knew that servants would become lazy. In His supreme wisdom, He knew the laziness that is in your heart, Knob. The laziness of all servants. And He knew that it would be the burden of the masters to keep servant-boys like you in line. Jesus said, 'A servant will not be instructed by words alone; for though he understands, there will be no response.' We can't just use words to instruct you. We must use some harsh tools to instruct you as well. We've got to keep you in line, or you'll burn in Hell."
Christopher looked Dick in the eyes. "We do this because we love you, Knob. It's for your own good." and then he gleeked on Dick's face, shooting small flecks of saliva under his tongue onto Dick's face, and catching the servant by surprise by the sudden, unexpected insult. Dick's face turned beet red at the outrage, but he said nothing.
"You lazy servants need discipline, and it's our burden as Free Men to provide that discipline, Knob," Christopher said, gleeking some more on Dick's face.
"Christopher, stand aside for a moment," Jake said. "I need to take a couple of photos of Dick for your mother, so she knows that he's still doing just fine."
Christopher stood to the side as Jake used his cell phone to snap some photos of Dick, who was still naked and trussed to a chain suspended from the ceiling of the garage.
"Chris, Daniel, get in there, too," Jake suggested, as he snapped several more photos. The two young men obliged, posing next to the strung-up, humiliated servant, who stood there spread-eagled and humiliated as his step-brothers smiled for the camera. Christopher put his arm around Dick's welt-covered shoulders while Daniel made a funny 'rabbit-ears' gesture behind Dick's head.
Jake took a few more photos. "There. That's great, guys. I'll send these off to your mother so she can stop worrying about Dick once and for all. You know how mothers worry."
With that, Jake left the garage, promising to be back in a little while.
"Daniel, it's time to show our servant here the whip some more," Christopher suggested.
As Daniel rained blow after blow with the dogwhip across Dick's muscular back, arms, and shoulders, Dick counted out the blows.
"UNGH! Thirteen, Master! AHA! Fourteen, Master! UHN! Fifteen, Master!" Dick panted.
"Harder, Daniel!" Christopher urged. "Our Lord Jesus commands it."
"AHHHH! Sixteen, Master! AHHH!!! Seventeen, Master! AHHHH! EIGHTEEN, MASTER!" Dick bellowed.
Daniel passed the dogwhip to Christopher, who stood in front of the trussed-up Dick.
Christopher stood there with a shit-eating grin on his face for a moment before he lashed the whip across Dick's chest.
"Nineteen, Master!" Dick moaned in pain, straining at his restraints.
Christopher smirked. "You like that, don't you?" He lashed him again, as Dick moaned, "Yes, Master Christopher. Twenty, Master Christopher."
"You're such a whore for this pain." He lashed out again and again until he had Dick screaming every number, from 21 to 34.
Dick's upper body was now covered in lash-marks from the whip, red welts running from his big biceps, across his broad shoulders, down his muscular back, across his powerful chest and sculpted abs.
"And now, the coup de grace," Christopher said with another smirk, as he deliberately swung the lash at Dick's unprotected genitals. The dogwhip caught Dick right in the groin, striking his penis and causing the unfortunate servant to shriek in pain, thrashing in his bonds.
"All done, Dick," Christopher said. "That wasn't so bad, now, was it?"
"N-n-no Master," Dick grunted. "Thirty-five, Master."
"You enjoyed that, didn't you, faggot?" Christopher said, as he dropped the whip, and approached Dick.
"Yes, Master," Dick said obediently.
"What a freak," Christopher said, standing in front of Dick, who had lowered his eyes in respect for his Master.
Daniel and Christopher released Dick from his bonds, uncuffing him from the chain and removing the hobble.
As Dick stood there, his muscled frame covered in welts, Christopher continued to insult his stepbrother.
"You know, bitch, even with those big muscles, you're still just a cowering pansy."
"Yes Master," Dick said, his eyes still lowered in submission.
"Why are you looking down there, boy? Are you looking at my crotch? Are you eyeballing my dick?"
"No Master," Dick said.
"Don't lie, Knob," Christopher said. "I see you eying my package."
Dick said nothing.
"Is this what you want, pussyboy?" sneered Christopher as he grabbed Dick's head hair and pulled his face into his crotch. "Is this what you're after, faggot? Are you hungry for my dick? You want this, bitch?" Christopher continued as he roughly dragged Dick's indentured face back and forth across the front of his jeans.
As Christopher felt Dick begin to open his mouth, he yanked his head upwards, stared him in the face and said, "Damn, you are one shameless cock-slut. Don't you have any self-respect at all? I've never seen a more pathetic bitch in my entire life. You want my dick, faggot?"
"Yes, Master Christopher," Dick mumbled.
"Fine. Been a while since my girlfriend's blown me. I could use your lips right about now. But first, faggot, you gotta show me how much you want it. Show me how a cumsucking indentured servant shows his Master proper respect."
Dick dropped to his knees, and his hands moved to open Christopher's fly.
"Ahhhhh, yes! That's it, faggot," Christopher moaned as he felt Dick's hand unbutton his fly, lower the zipper, and then grabbed a hold of his eight-inch meat and pulled it out of his jeans.
"Rub that prick," Christopher demanded, as Dick fisted his shaft, and then positioned his mouth in front of his step-master's big cock.
"Not so fast, dickhead. Listen, we all know that you like cock, but us straight Free Men need to have our fag cocksuckers show their appreciation. Take a close look at my meat before eating it. Yeah, that's right. Take a good look at the reason for your existence. We hetero Free Men studs like to be shown gratitude. Why don't youstart off with a nice, slow kiss? That's right, plant those made-for-cock homo lips of yours right there on the tip of my dick."
"Ohhhh, that feels so good," Christopher groaned, as Dick compliantly, repeatedly and gently kissed and nuzzled the head of Christopher's rock-hard 8-inch babymaker.
"Oh, fuck yeah, make love to that dick, bitch. Treat it right. Show your stud master how much you appreciate it. Ahhhh, that's it."
Dick felt himself pressing his lips against the hot head of Christopher's Free Man cock, and then laying a series of passionate kisses on its tip and around the mushroom head.
"That feels wonderful, faggot," Christopher exclaimed. "Now make it a French kiss. Lick all around that fuckin' head. Rub your faggot tongue underneath it. Yes! Damn, that feels great. Shit! Fuckin'A! Go for the piss slit," he urged as he fought to prevent himself from shoving his cock down Dick's throat. "Try to get that tongue inside my cum hole. Go for it! Keep licking and don't stop that suction."
Dick orally stimulated his step-brother, servicing him as Christopher barked commands, running his lips and tongue up and down Christopher's big, throbbing cockshaft.
"Feels real good, bitch," Christopher moaned, as Dick pleasured his lovestick for the next fifteen minutes.
"Now, bitch, it's time for the next stage," Christopher said as he reluctantly extracted his tingling cockhead from in between Dick's lips.
"To truly express your gratitude to a straight Free Man who has consented to allow you, a mere faggot servant, to suck on his dick and swallow his spooge, you need to honor my Free Man balls with your faggot servant mouth," said Christopher as he lifted his cock and began guiding Dick's face towards his hairy testicles. "Show me how thankful you are, bitch."
Dick felt his lips part and admit the hairy ballsack of his diabolical stepbrother into his mouth.
"Look at him go for those nuts!" laughed Daniel as he watched Dick take Christopher's entire ballsack into his mouth. "Holy shit!"
As Dick slobbered away at Christopher's hair covered orbs, which were completely stuffed in his mouth, Christopher continued insulting his stepservant.
"You are quite a cocksucker, you homo drudge," he chuckled, as Dick slowly serviced his ballsack, licking every square inch of his nuts as they filled his mouth.
Christopher savored the experience for nearly ten minutes as Dick worshipped the center of his maleness.
"It's now time for the best part, bitch," declared Christopher as he removed his wet scrotum from Dick's mouth. "This is where the real fun starts. And this is where you will finally get the reward for all of your hard work. Now, let's get those lips back into that 'O'," he ordered as he thrust the hot head of his erection up against Dick's servant lips and gripped the back of Dick's head.
"Blow me, faggot!" shouted the Free Man as he shoved his big column of cockmeat into Dick's servant mouth.
Dick looked upward into the face of the leering Christopher, looking down on him while saying, "Suck it, bitch; suck it" over and over. He felt Christopher's hands on the back of his head, pushing him further onto his cock. He felt his lips close around Christopher's large fuck-pole, and his tongue lapping across the thick, hard shaft. He felt the hands that had moved to the back of his head now begin a rocking movement, thrusting his head towards Christopher's crotch, as Christopher thrust his hips forward at the same time.
"Shit, man, this is better than the head my girlfriend gives me," Christopher said. "I gotta hand it to you. You homos really know how to suck real men's pricks."
Dick heard the sound of clicking as Daniel took a bunch of photos on his phone.
"Suck it, bitch, suck it," Christopher moaned, as his step-drudge serviced him, thrusting ever deeper into his mouth and throat. Over and over, in and out. Out and in. Over and over.
"Get ready cocksucker. Your tongue is about to get rewarded for all the hard work that your lips have been doin. I haven't shot a load in two weeks. Gonna be a big load. Keep on sucking my meat. Here it comes, bitch!"
Christopher suddenly pulled his big slab of manmeat from Dick's mouth and pointed it directly into his face. His hard prick began to spew hot, white stud juice across Dick's servant face and into his eyes. Then Christopher thrust his cock back into his servant's mouth, where it continued to erupt. Shot after shot of hot Free Man juice poured onto Dick's tongue and down his throat as Christopher buried his bone to the hilt inside Dick's violated mouth.
Through his cum-blurred eyes, all Dick could see was his step-master's groin as he was forced to swallow Christopher's entire hot shooting prick, as Christopher continued pumping semen into his throat.
"Fuck, that felt good!" Christopher exclaimed, as he pulled out.
"Alright, my turn," Daniel demanded.
To be continued...