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.
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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 25
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.
"Dick, don't just lay there! Get the fuck up and go get Adam's luggage out of the trunk," Jake growled impatiently. "And get a move on. We don't have all fucking night; you still have to move all the rocks in the backyard and do your chores before bed. Jesus Christ!"
Dick got up from the concrete, looking somewhat embarassed that both his bare backside and the back of his head were covered in old dried motor oil, but he obediently went out to the Jaguar to get this man's belongings as his step-family headed inside the house.
"That's one disrespectful bitch, just laying around like that," Dick heard Adam say to Jake, as they went inside. "You need to get your drudge in line; I think my book could help..."
Dick hurried to get all of Adam's luggage out of his car. He knew there would be hell to pay if he took too long. He hauled in the first two suitcases, and then made a second trip for the rest. Afterwards, he ran back downstairs and assumed a kneeling position in front of his masters, as he'd been shown to do during his months of labor at Witt Farms.
"Masters, I'm finished," he said, respectfully.
As Adam Head walked over to Dick, Dick could see how handsome Adam was; the man had hypermasculine features and a thick, muscled body. The hair on his head was cropped extremely short, in a recon-style haircut. His gray eyes seemed to look through Dick instead of at him.
"What the fuck do you want, a medal, bitch?"
"Can you believe this fuckin' creep?" he asked, turning to his brothers and father. "Your bitch actually thinks we care if it's done with its chores?"
Dick slowly looked up at Adam, and was rewarded with a punch in his face.
"Don't you be eyeballin' me, bitch!" Adam snapped. "Don't you ever fuckin' look at me! Ever! You hear me?"
"...Yes Master, sorry Master," Dick mumbled, terrified.
"Do you fuckin' hear me, bitch?!"
"Yes Master. I'm so s-sorry, Master," Dick babbled.
"Down on the fuckin' ground, bitch!" Adam screamed. "Position number 100!"
Terrified, Dick quickly laid down on the ground on his belly, wondering what he'd done wrong. Was he really supposed to never look at his Masters? How would he know if they were gesturing at him?
Then he felt Adam's boot on his leg, as Adam stepped on the area just above his knee.
"Dad, no wonder you've been having so many problems with your stupid bitch. It's exhibiting a complete lack of discipline and respect for your home: speaking without being spoken to, laying around, and even looking its Masters in the eye. You've gotta fix this." As Adam spoke, he stepped up on Dick's legs with his full weight. He was a heavy man, and his boots dug into the backs of Dick's legs. Dick suppressed a groan.
"Well, Adam," Jake said, shaking his head, "We've been listening to all the experts: my boss, our neighbors and friends in the community... I even brought in a servant shrink. They all said that with a little 'tough love', Dick would eventually come around and become the ideal servant. But... it never quite happened. It seemed like every time he took one step forward, he took two steps back. He got in trouble with the law, and he even stole my wedding ring..."
"Dad, I've trained over 500 bitches in the Mississippi State Slaving Program," Adam said, stepping onto Dick's wide, muscled back. "And in my experience, 'Tough love' just doesn't work. Up here in Wisconsin, everybody's such a fuckin' bleeding heart liberal. 'Tough love' sends indentured servants the wrong message: that no matter how many times they fuck up, someone will still love them and forgive them, so they can keep fucking up forever. They start to develop bad attitudes... they get uppity. Down in Mississippi, we fixed that problem."
"How?" Christopher asked.
"The state passed a lot of laws limiting indentured bitches' rights. At first, it was just small things, like making it illegal for bitches in Mississippi to wear any clothing, or contradicting a Free Man. Pretty standard stuff. But gradually, more and more rules were introduced. Eventually, voters in Mississippi eliminated the Indentured Servant program altogether," Adam explained, as he paced up and down on Dick's body. "Anyone who was an indentured drudge became a permanent slave."
"There's talk about doing that up here," Jake said. "But I don't think it'll ever happen. We're pretty liberal up here in Wisconsin."
"Well, until you get really tough with your bitch, and drop this 'tough love' bullshit, I predict it'll continue to fuck up. You've got to get through to its little pea brain, and make it understand that you're in charge. Bitches often have really thick skulls, so you have to break them in. They have to be broken, like any other beast of burden. I explain all of this in my book, 'To Train Up a Bitch'."
"But we had Dick broken in a long time ago," Jake interjected.
"Who did the breaking, Dad?"
"Tom Gundarson," Jake replied.
"Well, there's your problem, Dad," Adam said. "I never actually met the man, but Tom Gundarson has a reputation in Biloxi for being what we call a northern liberal. People told me several times that he went soft on his bitches. He let them get away with all sorts of shit. No wonder you're having problems with your bitch. Let me break the bitch in, and I guarantee you'll never have problems with it again."
"Well, Dick isn't actually mine anymore," Jake said. "I've only got him for the week..."
"Oh, a week's long enough to break him in," Adam said.
"Alright, Adam," Jake said, shaking his head. "You're the expert. Work your magic. But don't hurt him. He's got to go back to Witt Farms in a week."
"I promise, Dad. I won't hurt the bitch... too much. You'll still be able to take it back to the farm. But before I get started, after that long trip, I've got a big load in these balls just waiting for a trip down into this bitch's stomach."
"Crawl over here, faggot," Adam snapped. "I've got something for you. A really big present. Tonight I'm going to teach you the correct way to take care of a real man."
"Go on, Dick," Jake said.
Dick felt himself crawling slowly towards the scowling, beefy stud.
"That's right, bitch. My python is waiting for you," Adam barked, as his step- servant came to a stop directly in front of him. "Don't worry, cocksucker, I'll talk you through it. Nothing turns us straight dudes on more than when one of you faggots crawls over to us and fishes our big dicks out of our trousers. Now kneel, bitch."
Dick knelt.
Is this what you want, dickhead?" Adam sneered as he grabbed his crotch lewdly. "You want my prick in your mouth, don't you, bitch? Faggots love having real men's dicks in their mouths." He grabbed Dick by the hair and pulled Dick'sface into his groin.
"Are you hungry for dick again already? Wasn't Christopher and Daniel's cocks enough to please you? What a fuckin' whore!"
"Go for it, Dickhead," Adam commanded. "You're going to be doing this for quite a few more years, so you might as well do it right. Take my prick out of my trousers. Us straight guys ain't gonna do it for you. Besides, we know that it really turns you faggots on to be allowed the honor of fishing out the cock of a real man. Go ahead, dick breath, take it out. That's right, bitch."
Dick found himself kneeling naked in front of this insulting, degrading hunk, his hand entering Adam's open fly and removing Adam's hot, giant prick from his undershorts, as he pulled the stiff, long shaft into the open air, just inches from his lips. He bent to take the shaft into his open mouth.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down, Dickhead," laughed Adam, as he stopped Dick from inserting his hard dick into his mouth. "Not so fast. Look, we all know that bitches like you like man-cock, but us straight guys want our faggot cocksuckers to show a little appreciation. I want you to take a close look at my big dick-meat before swallowing it. Yeah, that's right. Take a good look at the reason for your existence. We hetero studs like to be shown gratitude. Why don't you start off with a nice kiss on my cock? That's right, plant those made-for-dick lips of yours right on the tip of my prick."
Dick complied, as he pressed his lips onto Adam's big dickhead.
"Mmmmm, that feels pretty good, whore," groaned Adam as Dick compliantly, repeatedly and gently kissed and nuzzled the head of Adam's incredibly hard, thic, throbbing penis.
"Oh yeah, that's it. Make love to a Real Man's dick, bitch. A Free Man's boner. Treat it right. Show your stud Master how much you appreciate being able to make love to the boner of a real man. Mmmm, that's it..."
Dick felt himself pressing his lips against the hot head of Adam's cock, and then laying a series of passionate kisses on its tip and around the head, and then down the shaft, and back up to the head, again and again.
"Now that you've shown proper respect to a real man's dick, bitch, it's time to continue your lesson," Adam explained as he stared down at the naked servant. "Take your faggot hand and get a good grip around the base of my cock," the hunky man commanded. "That's right. See how natural it feels to have a real man's cock in your hand? Now, open that faggot, made-for-dick mouth of yours. That's right. Form your lips into a nice round O," he continued. "Good bitch," moaned the stud as he placed his hands on the back of Dick's head and pulled the servant's head towards his big, wet hardon, pre-cum now dripping from the piss slit.
"Mmmmmm," he moaned, as the head of his cock pushed its way past Dick's unresisting lips. "Excellent," he moaned as he moved his hands to the sides of Dick's head, gripping Dick's ears. "Now clamp those dick lips of yours around the rim of my dick-meat. Start sucking on my big beefstick. That's it. I like seeing a bitch's cheeks go concave as it sucks me off."
"Now take that faggot tongue and give it a treat. Start lapping away at my dickhead. Swallow my pre-cum, bitch. Ohhhhhh, shit." groaned the stud as he felt Dick's tongue all over his cockhead.
"Lick all around the head, bitch. Rub your faggot tongue underneath it. Mmm.. Fuck, that feels fuckin' good. Now go for the piss slit," he urged as he fought to prevent himself from shoving his cock down Dick's throat. "Pretend that you want to get your faggot tongue inside my sperm hole. Mmmmm..."
Dick lapped away obediently to the humiliating instructions of his step- brother, as he lapped up Adam's precum, working his step-master's big cock with his tongue.
Then Adam did something unexpected: he pulled out of Dick's mouth.
"Open wide and say ah, bitch," he ordered. Dick obeyed.
Adam held the shaft of his big, dripping cock in one hand as he pushed his cock onto Dick's upturned face. His big heavy balls hung loose and he pushed both orbs into Dick's mouth, teabagging him.
"Now be a good little whore and lick my balls," Adam ordered.
Dick ran his tongue along Adam's short-cropped, hairy ballsack. Adam stroked up and down the length of his big, thick pole, his pre-cum leaking all over Dick's hair and face as Dick polished his nutsack for him. Once his big ballsack was glistening with Dick's spit, he removed his balls from Dick's mouth.
"Now, bitch, it's time you finally meet my whole baby maker. Let's see how much of my cock you can choke down," Adam said, as he jammed his giant schlong into Dick's sucking mouth. Once it hit the back of Dick's throat, Adam latched onto Dick's ears with both hands and began to force it down deeper and deeper. Dick, no stranger to having big dicks thrust into his mouth, hadn't ever had a cock this large in his mouth. He was gagging and couldn't breathe, but he was powerless to resist. Soon, Adam had all 11 inches of his thick man-meat lodged in Dick's throat and his hips were grinding against Dick's face. Adam had Dick's nose jammed against his belly and was gyrating and pumping his groin over and over into Dick's mouth.
"Oh yeah, feels good.... okay, bitch, give me a little more sucking action." Dick started slurping.
Adam did a little demonstration for his brothers and father. "See, you have to show the bitch who's the boss."
Using Dick's ears he started jerking Dick's head back and forth onto his shaft. Eventually, he pulled Dick over to the wall and began thrusting into Dick's face, banging Dick's head against the wall as he piledrove himself over and over into Dick's helpless-to-resist mouth hole.
Dick was wide eyed. Adam continued hip pumping; over and over he slammed his big beefstick unrelentingly into Dick's mouth-pussy. Adam used Dick's ears as handles, thrusting hard as he skull-fucked his step-servant drudge. After twenty minutes of this deep thrusting, he was doing the hard final thrusts into Dick's mouth, as he climaxed with about 15 long hard cumming thrusts.
"Jesus, that was hot," Daniel said. "Where did you learn to long-dick a servant like that?"
"At Mississippi Slaver School, of course, little bro," Adam said.
"That was... impressive," Jake allowed.
"Thanks, Dad. We call that the Peon Piledriver. I discuss it in my book."
As Adam pulled out, he said, "Now it's time to get this bitch working out in the field." He grabbed Dick by the ears and yanked him outside, as the men followed.
Outside, Dick could see that a drayage winch had been attached with massive chains to a large boulder in the back yard. The huge boulder was evidently half-buried in the ground.
"Alright, bitch. You're going to pull this boulder across the yard so it can be repositioned on the south side of the yard," Adam commanded. He shoved Dick towards the drayage yoke, which was chained to the rock.
After Adam placed Dick's neck in the wooden yoke, he fitted leather blinders over Dick's head and secured in place by tight leather straps. The blinkers restricted Dick's sight; he no longer had peripheral vision and his gaze was focused directly ahead.
"These blinders will help keep the bitch focused on the task at hand," Adam explained.
Then Adam stretched Dick's arms out horizontally, and fastened each of Dick's wrists to the sides of the yoke. Finally, Adam grabbed Dick by the hair and pulled his head back painfully. He pushed a metal bit into Dick's mouth and ran the reins back to a metal hook in the yoke behind Dick's head. He looped the reins through the hook, making it impossible for Dick move his head forward. Dick's muscular neck was strained back as far as it would go, fastened to the wooden yoke on his shoulders.
"Holy shit!" Daniel exclaimed. "You're gonna make Icky Ricky pull that boulder like that?"
"Sure am," Adam said. "What's the problem?"
"Well... he can't even use his arms to help pull the weight," Daniel said. "And he won't be able to see anything with his head pulled back like that."
"The bitch doesn't need to see anything," Adam explained. "I'm gonna call out the directions. It just needs to listen and do as it's told."
Then Adam took a seat on the boulder and flicked the reins. "Giddeup, bitch!"
Dick strained to pull the dray behind him, but he knew it was impossible. The boulder was simply too heavy, and it was embedded in the ground.
"I said 'Giddeup', you cocksucking drudge!" Adam said, as he flicked a whip across Dick's bare backside.
Dick strained harder, his big muscles straining to the maximum.
"Gee, bitch!" Adam shouted, jerking the left rein. Dick strained leftward, as Adam reapplied the whip.
"Haw, faggot!" Adam commanded, jerking the reins to the right. Dick pulled to the right.
Over and over, Adam alternated the direction that Dick was to pull, calling out 'Gee' when he jerked the reins to the left, and 'Haw' when he pulled to the right. He used the whip frequently, lashing Dick's backside mercilessly and eliciting occasional shouts of pain from the step-drudge. And as Adam lashed the servant, he hollered at him, calling him a faggot, creampuff, crybaby, fem, fudgepacker, bonesmoker, gutless wonder, homo, queer, cocksucker, namby- pamby, nancy-boy, pansy, sissy, weakling, bitch, douche, loser, homo, cumsucker, pantywaist, cunt, and a hundred other degrading and humiliating names.
Eventually, the boulder began to move, as Dick's pulling from different directions loosened the stone from the ground. Dick gave one final, massive heave as the boulder slid out of the ground. But Adam, unsatisfied, applied the whip to Dick's backside again, forcing Dick to drag the heavy rock all the way across the yard.
When he finally reached the fence, Dick collapsed to his knees in sheer exhaustion, his entire body drenched in a flop sweat, and his back and shoulders covered in lash-marks.
"Wow! That was impressive," Jake said. "You really got Dick to move, Adam."
"Way to go, big brother!" Christopher said, patting Adam on the shoulder. "You really made the bitch move!"
"That's nothing," Adam said to them. "Wait 'til we get to the really BIG rocks! You won't believe what a bitch can do, once it's given a little encouragement."
Dick pulled boulders around the yard long into the night.
To be continued...