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.
This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. The author would appreciate your comments, pro and con, including constructive criticism, and suggestions. My thanks to everyone for the feedback, story ideas, and nice comments, including Larry, Mike, Peter, George, Calvin, Andrew, Sean, Alan, and especially to Vision, who kept this story going beyond chapter 21.
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 24
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.
"Fuck, that felt good!" Christopher exclaimed, as he pulled his Free Man cock out of Dick's servant throat. "You homos sure know how to show a real man a good time."
"Alright, my turn," Daniel demanded, grabbing Dick by the ears roughly, and pulling him around so that Dick now faced Daniel.
"Okay, bitch. Lie down on the floor so I can feed you my dick," Daniel said, pulling his already hard, aching dick out of his jeans.
Dick dropped down to the oil-stained garage floor, laying down on the bare cement. Once he was on the ground, Daniel sat down on his chest.
"Is this what you want, faggot?" Daniel asked, holding his beefstick inches from Dick's face. "Answer me, cockslut."
"Yes Master," Dick replied.
"I thought so, bitch. Lick the head," Daniel ordered.
Dick slowly began licking the head of Daniel's hard 8-inch babymaker, licking it like a fat lollipop. He ran his tongue over the corona again and again, and then licked Daniel's piss-slit, eliciting a long moan from his step-brother. He moved his tongue back to the corona again, and repeated the process. The second time, pre-cum started leaking out of Daniel's piss-slit, as Dick lapped it up. Then gradually Dick began working his tongue down the cockshaft, licking and slowly coating Daniel's cock in saliva.
"Awww, shit.... mmmmm," Daniel moaned, as Dick stimulated his boner with his tongue over and over.
After about fifteen minutes of this oral stimulation, Daniel couldn't hold out any longer. He grabbed ahold of Dick's ears, and began penetrating the servant's mouth hole with his big prick. Then he began whipsawing his indentured servant's head back and forth.
"Fuckin' A! This feels great," Daniel said, as he shoved Dick's head up and down the length of his cock. He started off slowly, but then began building up speed. Soon he was going so fast that Dick couldn't see straight.
Then, abruptly, Daniel pulled out of Dick's mouth, and turned around so he was kneeling above his head, with Dick facing away from him.
"Alright, bitch. Time for your first real skullfucking," Daniel said, as he lowered his body onto Dick's face. He pushed his big Free Man cock into Dick's mouth and began brutally thrusting his cock in and out of Dick's throat, fucking his goofy step-servant's throat with his large tool.
Daniel began to piledrive his dick down Dick's throat, rutting as deeply as possible. He shoved his stiff rod further and further into Dick's face, slamming his pelvis into Dick's open mouth and pushing Dick's head hard into the concrete floor, his balls slapping against Dick's forehead as he facefucked him.
"Mmmm, fuck," Daniel groaned, as he continued to brutally face-fuck the servant, thrusting balls-deep into Dick's mouth and throat over and over. In and out he hate-fucked Dick's face, until at last he finally emptied his nuts into the bitch's throat, shooting his big cum-wad hard into Dick's throat.
"Mmm... Fuck... Fuck! Fuck! FUUUUUCKKK!!!"
Just as Daniel shot his load, Jake came back into the garage.
"Daniel what in the hell are you doing?" Jake demanded.
"I was just fucking Dick's mouth, Dad," Daniel explained, pulling out of Dick's tight throat, and standing up as he whipped his cock back into his pants.
"Well, you're going to ruin your new jeans like that," Jake said. "Look how oily the floor is. Honestly!" Jake shook his head, looking at the fresh oil stains on Daniel's new denim jeans. He knew that boys would be boys, but he wished that Daniel would show a little more responsibility and take care of the expensive clothes he was given. But the boy was only twenty years old, he allowed... Hadn't he been the same way when he was that age?
Just then, the big two-car garage door began opening, and they could see a sports car pulling into the driveway.
"Adam's here!" Daniel exclaimed.
"Hey, big bro," Christopher said, walking up to the car door as Adam got out of his cherry-red Jaguar sports car.
"How you doin', dipshit," Adam said, grinning at Christopher. They bumped fists as Adam headed into the garage.
"Dad! Daniel! So good to be home!" Adam said, giving his younger brother and dad bro hugs.
"How was the drive up from Mississippi?" Jake asked.
"Long!" Adam said, with a sigh, running his hand through his tow-headed, short-cropped military-style hair. "That's a long drive! But it sure is good to be back home. Where's Mom? I can't wait to finally meet her."
"Your mother won't be back here until next week. She's gone to see some of her relatives out east," Jake explained. "But she's really looking forward to meeting you. I told her all about you: the big job down in Mississippi, the book you wrote... We're all so very proud of you, son."
"Thanks, Dad," Adam said with a grin. Then he looked down on the ground where Dick was still laying on the concrete floor. "It sure has been an interesting year. And if we can get your lazy step-bitch to quit laying around and get my luggage up to my room, I'll tell you all about it."
"Dick, don't just lay there! Get the fuck up and go get Adam's luggage out of the trunk," Jake said. "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..."
To be continued...