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I guess I write slowly. For those of you impatiently waiting for me to write more, you're welcome to check out "The Ultimate Muscle Hunk Challenge", a 23-part story in "Athletics" that I wrote last year, which may help pass the time. It's not the same type of story, but some of you may like it.
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Cinderfella, part 13
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 every moment living in his house. But even worse was staying with his sons at college.
"No, no, no. Don't use that dirty toothbrush on my shoes, boy," Christopher said. "The bristles are much too hard. They'll damage the expensive leather. Just use your tongue."
I couldn't believe I was being ordered to lick my stepbrother's shoes. But I knew I had little choice. If I didn't do as he said, I risked facing a prison sentence.
As I lowered my head and began licking Christopher's left shoe, I could almost feel him gloating above me. I heard it in his voice, just like years ago, when he would mock me in the high school lunch room. Only now, I was beholden to him and his family. I owed them a $70,000 debt, which I had to pay back in labor. Seven years of labor.
"That's it, Icky Ricky," he said, as I cleansed the leather shoe with my tongue. "Lick that shoe clean. Polish away those scuff marks you caused."
I licked his shoe, hating myself for doing it, dying a little bit inside as I felt shame welling within me. Shame that I wasn't stronger. Shame that I had gotten myself into this situation. Shame that I couldn't seem to do anything to fix it. I wanted to cry, but I wouldn't let my horrid stepbrother see me break. I refused to break down in front of him and his horrible friends.
"Keep going, boy," Christopher said. "Get the tongue, too. Not so tough now, are you, buttmunch?"
I licked over the top of the shoe and then pressed my lips against the soft black leather as I tried to remove the big scuff mark at the toe of his shoe that marred the otherwise clean leather. I had to make several passes over the toe to get the scuff mark off.
Then Christopher slowly moved his left foot up to my face and rubbed the tip of his shoe under my chin. After that, he raised his foot up higher, so I was looking at the bottom of his shoe. "Don't forget the sole, boy," he said.
"Dude! That's so fucked up!" Doug, the letterman, said, as I began licking the bottom of Christopher's shoe. "Lookit the little faggot lapping it up... literally!"
The sole of Christopher's shoe was quite dirty, I found, and the taste was terrible. I tasted bits of sand and grit. Yet I did my best to clean his shoe.
"I gotta get this on video," Mike, the head of the Zeta chapter said. From the corner of my eye, I saw him pull out his cell phone and begin recording me licking my stepbrother's shoe.
"Icky Ricky loves licking my shoes. Don't you, boy?" Christopher goaded. "In fact, my step-servant loves licking and sucking just about anything. He's a faggot. Ain't that right, boy?"
I tried to ignore Christopher's cruel words as I kept licking his shoe.
"At home, Dad makes Icky Ricky put the doorknob in the hallway in his mouth when he's been bad," Christopher told his frat brothers. "But he's bad all the time. I swear! We've NEVER had such well-polished doorknobs in our house."
"Did he ever polish YOUR doorknob?" Doug asked Christopher.
"No, but... I bet he'd love that," Christopher said. "Wouldn't you, Icky Ricky?"
I kept licking his shoe, assuming the question was rhetorical. But when he repeated it, I knew I was in trouble.
"Answer me, asswipe," he said, as he grabbed his crotch lewdly. "I said you'd love to suck my 'doorknob', wouldn't you?"
I paused.
"Yes, Sir," I said at last.
"I knew it," Christopher said. "I always knew you wanted my bone. For years, I watched you looking at my pecker in the locker rooms at school, and in the shower. My wet dick always made you hard, didn't it? Well, now your wet dream's about to come true, boy."
I looked up to see Christopher unfastening his belt, then unbuttoning his fly and pulling down the zipper. As he whipped out his prick, I heard his friends laughing. But it was no laughing matter to me: as he stroked himself to an erection, I could see he had quite a big prick: maybe eight inches long, although it wasn't overly thick.
"Go on, boy," he said, as he finished pulling his cock and balls out of his fly. "Suck me."
"Sir, I... I don't know what to do," I said.
"I'll bet," Doug said, sarcastically.
"Kneel up," my stepbrother commanded, as Mike moved in to get a closer shot with his cell phone. I knelt now, in front of Christopher, his hard prick now just six inches from my face. I had never been this close to another guy's erection before. He was circumsized, with a long shaft and cockhead that was almost purple.
"Now open your faggot mouth like a nice little cocksucker," Christopher ordered, as he leaned forward and began to rub the head of his big penis across my lips.
I obediently opened my mouth, as he rubbed his prick across my lips. He rubbed my lips with his cock like he was applying lipstick. I could feel wetness on my lips, as he coated my mouth with his pre-cum. He rubbed it up and down, then left and right over my lips.
"Now form your lips into a nice round 'O'," Christopher commanded. "That-a-boy," he smiled, as he placed his hands on the back of my head and pulled it slowly onto his big hard-on.
As Christopher inserted his cockshaft into my mouth, I heard him moan, a deep bass sound of pure masculine pleasure.
"Mmmmmmm," he said. "Now, faggot, clamp your lips around my man-meat. Get sucking. Pretend it's a big ole straw. That's it."
"Now, as you're sucking, run your tongue all over my shaft," he commanded. "Yeah. Just like that. Feels real good."
"I can't believe this dude is blowing his own brother!" Mike said.
"I can," Doug opined. "I knew from the second I saw this fag in his goofy servant uniform last week that he wanted a big cock in his homo mouth. He couldn't keep his hands off me! Kept wanting to feel my letterman jacket."
"Now run your tongue over the top of my cockhead, buttmunch," Christopher said to me. "No, don't quit sucking. There you go. That's better. Mmmm! That feels great. Keep it up. Little more suction. Yeah. Mmmmmmmmmm....."
"You know, for an amateur, you're doing a damn fine job. You ever done this before?" Christopher said, as I watched him unbutton the last two buttons of his dress shirt. His shirt opened, revealing his sculpted abs and a good portion of his muscular pecs.
"Yeah, the fag's probably blown guys before now," Doug said. "Looks like he's had some practice."
"He could just be a natural," Colin, a tall, lanky guy with dark hair and a lantern jaw said. He walked over next to Christopher to get a better view of the blow job. He was hirsute, with hair-covered forearms and five o'clock shadow even at 11 AM.
"I don't buy it," Doug said. "He's clearly had some practice blowing dudes."
As I fellated my stepbrother, the group continued to belittle me, implying in different ways that I probably blew guys all the time, that I enjoyed it, and that I was a disgrace for sucking men's cocks. It wasn't true: I had never had anyone's cock in my mouth before this. But it's hard to argue with a boner in your mouth, and Christopher wasn't letting me off his dick anytime soon.
"Come on, baby. Lick all around my cockhead," my stepbrother urged me. "Rub that faggot tongue underneath it, too. Fuck, that feels so fuckin' good. Now lick my piss slit. Mmmm.... That's it, fucker. Taste that pre-cum. Taste it, boy. That's real, genuine man pre-cum, not that fag stuff you stroke off in bed for so you can lick it off your fingers. No, this is the real fuckin' deal."
"I knew you liked to polish doorknobs with your mouth, faggot," Doug said to me, "When your stepdad had you sucking on that doorknob at the New Year's Eve party, in front of all those guests, I could tell you were throwing a bone."
I just kept sucking, trying to ignore their comments.
"He's so good at polishing knobs that we should call him 'Knob'," Doug suggested, which cracked up the whole room.
"Mmm..." my cruel step-brother moaned. "'Knob'. I like it. He IS a total doorknob..."
"Keep licking, 'Knob'," Christopher ordered. "Don't stop that suction. You are one damn fine cocksucker," he declared.
Then Christopher abruptly pulled his cockshaft out of my mouth. I wondered if I was done. Then, pushing the back of my neck towards him, he began guiding my face towards his hairy ballsack.
"My boys produce the cum that a cocksucker like you craves," he said, as he pressed my lips against his balls. "They need a little love, too. Tongue my jewels, faggot."
I lapped at his balls, obediently licking his nutsack as he continued to insult me. His big, saliva-covered dick rubbed up against my face as he ground his balls across my wet lips.
"You know, 'Knob', this is probably the closest thing you'll get to sex during the next seven years," Christopher pointed out. "Sure hope you're enjoying this treat."
"Oh, he is," Mike said, pointing at my hard dick, which was sticking out past the bottom of my brown burlap shirt.
"Dude, that is so sick," Colin opined.
"You should thank me for giving you what you secretly desire, 'Knob'. Show me how thankful you are for this priviledge, buttmunch," Christopher said. "Really put some effort into licking my balls. After all, it's not very often you get the chance to explore a real man's nuts."
I redoubled my efforts, trying to please my asshole step-brother by licking all over his gonads, from the bottom of his sack to where his balls met his cock, then over to the sides and around the back of his balls. Then he pushed his balls into my mouth.
"That's it, faggot," he moaned. "Teabag my nuts."
I lapped at his balls with my tongue, playing with them in my mouth.
"Alright, cocksuck," Christopher said, pulling his ballsack out of my mouth. "You did a good job licking my ballsack. Now let's get those faggot lips of yours back into that 'O' shape." I complied, and he pushed the head of his big erection up against my lips once more, as he firmly gripped my jug-head ears in his hands.
"Suck really hard, now, 'Knob'," he demanded. "I wanna see those cheeks go hollow as you suck. Go on."
I applied suction as best I could, as he pushed his cock in and out of my mouth. He moaned and cursed as I blew him.
'Oh, yeah. Oh, fuck," he groaned, as I sucked on his bone. "More tongue, faggot," he added.
I wrapped my tongue around Christopher's big prick, trying to please him as best I could.
"God damn, cocksucker, you really know how to blow a Free Man," he moaned. "Keep going. Don't stop sucking."
Christopher's moaning grew louder and louder, and it was clear he was reaching the point of no return. He let out another low moan.
"Mmmmm... feels great," he said, briefly letting go of my ears to strip off his tight dress shirt. Christopher's torso was very well-developed, I could see, with big thick pecs, 8-pack abs, and chiseled, corded arms. His big wrestler's body was impressive. When he threw back his head, his thick wrestler's neck really showed how muscular he was. From my vantage point, though, sucking on his babymaker, I could really only see his shredded abs and beefy arms at this point. A thin sheen of sweat covered his skin.
He put his hands back on my ears, grabbing them and pulling on them as he guided my head back and forth on his big lovestick.
Mike, meanwhile, captured video on his camera from all sorts of different angles, as my step-brother moaned and groaned.
"Fuck.... FUCK!" Christopher gasped. "Uhhh... Mmmm... Shit... I'm about to cum... Oh fuck. Fuckin' A! I'm cumming! TAKE MY LOAD, YOU COCKSUCKING BITCH!" My stepbrother yelled, as he began shooting thick gobs of cum into my mouth, coating my tongue with his seed.
"Eat me, faggot!" he bellowed, as he continued pumping his hot cumload into my mouth. Volley after volley of cum rocketed out of his prick, hitting the back of my throat and coating my tongue in his seed. "Swallow that shit! Eat that Free Man cum! Eat it, boy!"
I dutifully swallowed his load, sucking on his shaft like a hungry calf at teat. The taste of Christopher's cum was salty-sweet. I didn't know semen would taste like that.
I lapped it up as best I could, although some dribbled out between my lips and down my chin. Mike caught it all on video, as he zoomed in on Christopher's cockshaft, which was still pushed between my cum-covered lips.
"Swallow it, bitch," Christopher moaned. "Suck me dry, boy."
I did my best to lap up all his cum, cleaning his cockshaft and the head of his cock with my tongue. As he pulled out of my mouth, I continued licking his dick, trying to lick him clean as best I could.
"I gotta give you credit, Knob," Christopher said, patting me on my bald head. "You faggots sure know how to blow a man."
Everyone laughed. I just knelt there.
"Now that I've let you blow me, what do you say?" he prompted.
"Thank you, Sir," I said.
I know it sounds fucked up, but a part of me genuinely meant it. A part of me liked sucking my asshole stepbrother's cock. A part of me wanted to be used by him.
A part of me liked it.
To be continued... Next chapter: our hero finally meets his prince.