JIMMY GOES DOWN AND RISES UP
by Mini Tower
FOREWORD
This story is fiction. This story is copyright 2006. This story contains graphic sexual material, including depictions of non-consensual homosexual sex. I have separated this story into chapters for ease of reading. I will post chapters over time to build suspense (there are fourteen chapters in total for anyone who wants to wait until all chapters have been posted). If you are under eighteen or it is illegal for you to read this material in your local jurisdiction, please go elsewhere. This story incorporates concepts that I have read in other stories. I am grateful to and thank all the great authors that have inspired me to write this story. Any problems with this story, however, are entirely my fault. I have published this story to share my work with others for entertainment purposes. I strongly encourage any comments - positive or negative. Although short comments are appreciated, the more detail the better. Send all comments to mini- tower@hotmail.com.
CHAPTER 14
Things did not turn out as pleasant for Bobby. He spent about two years as the sexual slave of Southern California. Unlike when I was in this position, Bobby was not able to keep his grades at their prior level. I would make him study enough so that he passed, but he could not concentrate enough to do very well. Billy's grades, on the other hand, improved after he was freed from Bobby's control. I was not planning on paying for Bobby's college, so his grades were not very important.
A few days after Bobby graduated high school, I went to his room. I told him that I was going to fuck him one last time. I decided to do the entire routine. I started by putting him over my knees and spanking him. Then he blew me. Then I fucked him. I told him, "You know, when I took your cheery almost two years ago, this ass was tight as a drum. Now it's loose as a middle-aged whore's pussy."
"Well maybe if you had a man-sized dick, it wouldn't feel so loose," he retorted. "I can barely even feel that little pecker of yours."
"Is that right?" I asked him sarcastically. "Well, I guess I will have to do something about that." I started fucking him in earnest. I rode him like a champion race horse. He came in the middle of the fucking session, but I just kept going.
This sensation drove him even wilder. When I finally came, I pulled out and noted "That come leaking out of your cock cage suggests that not only did you feel me, but you loved every minute."
Bobby did not respond, but he dutifully cleaned off my dick. I put a bucket under his ass to collect the drainage. I made him drink that as well. Then I beat him with every implement I had stored in his closet. I beat him until he almost passed out. I put him to bed and told him we needed to talk in the morning.
Then next morning I instructed Billy to make sure that during their morning shower together, Billy needed to take off Bobby's chastity belt and shaved him well. Once they got out of the shower, I called Bobby over to give him the big news. He stood there in just his chastity belt. I told him to sit down because we were going to finally have a long awaited conversation.
"OK, Bobby. These past almost two years have not been easy on you," I started.
"No shit, man. It takes a genius to figure that out," He answered.
I told Bobby, "When you first met me, what did you do? You plotted to take over my life. You wanted to control me, to abuse me, to fuck me. But even that was not enough. You wanted everyone to abuse me and fuck me. And you would have continued this game of yours as long as you could. You thrived on humiliating me and making my life miserable. I had never done anything to you. You did not even know me. My parents had just died. I was alone in the world, moving to a new city, meeting a new family that I was supposed to adapt to, and what did you do, you took advantage of me. What I did to you, I did only in the name of justice."
"Justice!?" he screamed. "I was fourteen when this shit all started and sixteen when you got the upper hand and punked me. What kind of justice is it for you as an adult to take a boy and do what you did to me? I was fucked by more people than you. I have been in a chastity belt for almost two years. I never let anyone beat you as badly as you have beaten me. And you were always going to go to college and eventually take over the company. I did not even apply to college because my grades collapsed and you made it clear that I would have no money for college anyway. I am the victim more than you."
I responded, "I am sorry you feel that way. I know I have been harsh with you, but you needed to understand what you did to me. What you did was unforgivable. Yes, you were fourteen when it started, but fourteen is old enough to know right from wrong. And at sixteen, you had no intention of stopping. You would have kept me under your thumb until I managed to get out of this house, and I have no idea how long that would have taken given your father's attitudes. You really don't think that what you did was a big deal, do you?"
He hesitated and then said, "Hey, I can understand why I pissed you off. But it was a child's prank. It was more like a hazing ritual."
I shook my head in disbelief and sat silently for some time. I finally addressed him, "I knew you would say something like that. That is why I have decided to take the following steps. Get up and come over here." Bobby got up and walked over to where I was sitting. As he was walking over, I got up and took my key to his chastity belt. I unlocked the belt and looked at his large penis and plump low-hanging balls.
His dick was soft because he was able to come when I fucked him the night before. I reached into a bag that I had placed on the table and took out a pair of short and a shirt. I told him to put them on.
Bobby looked at the clothes and shook his head. "You expect me to wear that?" he asked. "I would barely be able to squeeze my stuff into that tiny piece of fabric. And that top will barely reach my navel. I would rather walk around naked."
"Well," I explained, "if that is what you want that is fine with me. But let me explain something to you. I don't think you fully understand what is going on here. You are eighteen. You have graduated high school. I have taken off the chastity belt. I am throwing it away. I am also throwing you away. I want you out of this house this morning. You can wear these clothes or get arrested wearing nothing. I really don't care. Because I am such a nice guy, I will let you say goodbye to your brother, and I will even let you visit your father one last time. I know you have not seen him in almost two years. I can tell you that he is a bit of a mess, but he still lives in the old servants' quarters. Make a choice. Are you leaving naked or not?"
Of course, he took the clothes and put them on. First I got Billy. When I explained what was happening Billy started to cry. Even Bobby had a tear in his eye, although it might have stemmed more from feeling sorry for himself than the thought of losing his brother. They said their goodbyes, and Billy did not want to let go. I pried them apart, and sent Bobby down with one of the staff to see his father. I still was unwilling to be in the same room as that man.
Bobby was shocked when he saw the naked shell of a man his father had become. His father had always been strong and in control. Now he just sat in the corner staring blankly into space. Bobby quickly told his father than Bobby was leaving but hoped to see his father again soon. Bob wished his son good luck, and Bobby left the room. Bob went back to staring into space.
As Bobby was leaving, I handed him a card. The only writing on the card was an address and a name - Piggy. The address was for a man that everyone called Piggy because he was fat with a round face and an upturned nose. In short, he looked a lot like a Pig. Piggy was a pimp with a stable of young hookers of both sexes. Most of them were runaways that thought they would become famous in Hollywood. Piggy catered to a relatively upscale clientele who wanted their prostitutes not to have the worn out look old pros tended to get. They also liked the soft features of youth. I knew that Bobby would get desperate enough to visit Piggy.
I put a private detective firm on Bobby to find out what he did. Sure enough, that afternoon he visited Piggy. Piggy told him that he had already arranged with me to allow Bobby to start immediately. Piggy told Bobby that he should be grateful to have such a thoughtful benefactor because usually new recruits had to prove themselves before being allowed to earn. I also paid Piggy to report back to me on Bobby's progress.
Bobby became the hit of Piggy's stable. Bobby looked like the all-American kid. When men would look at the bulge in Bobby's shorts, they would start to drool. These men even taught Bobby a few tricks. Piggy's reports were clear, however, that Bobby never enjoyed having sex with men. Whenever Bobby could arrange it, he would have sex with women. Sometimes he would fuck one of the female prostitutes. Occasionally Piggy would get a female client that wanted a big stud like Bobby to fuck them. Bobby took these jobs with much more enthusiasm.
Eventually Bobby became a pimp himself. He took over Piggy's business after Piggy got sent to prison on a long list of crimes. Bobby was an effective pimp because he never lost the ability to control people. Bobby also branched out into drug dealing. In his early thirties, he died of a drug overdose.
What about Bob? I have not described Bob much since sending him to live naked and alone. There really is not that much to tell. I would watch through my video hook up from time to time. At first, he tried to make the best of his situation.
I supplied him with books and allowed him one hour of television a day. A box attached to the television had a timer and once the television was on for one hour, it would turn off. It could not be turned on again until the next day.
Bob's biggest hobby became masturbation. He would grab his gigantic tool and stroke it while he fantasized about whatever turned him on. Of course, I never knew what was going on in his head. He seemed to enjoy it, however, while it lasted. After about six months, he became impotent. The stress and conditions finally got to him, and no matter how he tried, he could not get hard. Eventually he stopped trying. He died of a heart attack shortly after his fifty-fifth birthday. That heart attack was the culmination of ten years of a slow descent into insanity. By the end, death was a blessing.
I have dwelt enough on depressing matters. Billy was my success story. He and John stayed together, and John moved into the former children's wing of the house. We converted it into a more appropriate living area for the two of them. They loved each other deeply, and they were as much a part of my family as my wife and children. They were babysitters for us for many years until our children informed us that they were too old for such things.
John became an architect, and Billy became an actor. After Billy graduated from UCLA as a theater major, I used my connections to get him great representation, and he made it in Hollywood. He never became the biggest star, but he had steady work in television and movies. Billy and John were two of the happiest people I ever knew. Billy never mentioned his brother or father after Bobby left the house. We had small services when each of them died, but even at the funerals nothing was said. We just went, attended the service, watched them get buried and came home. No words were necessary because there was nothing more to say about the matter.
During my senior year I ran into Jenny again. As soon as I looked into her eyes, I realized what a mistake I had made by letting her go. She knew it as well. We held each other and kissed each other. We have rarely been apart since that day. She went with me to Palo Alto for the two years I attended business school at Stanford. We got married the summer after I graduated. Billy was my best man. Ted stood in place of my father.
I went to work at my company, and Ted taught me the business. When Ted retired, I took over running Hastings International. It was the legacy my father had left me. I took care of it as best I could.
Jenny and I had six children - four boys and two girls. As far as I was concerned, they were the most perfect children in the world. They lived in the same wing as Jenny and me. We did not believe in sending children off to live in a separate part of the house. Besides, the old children's wing was taken by Billy and John. The children loved their two uncles. The arrangement was perfect. I had the perfect life. My ass never completely tightened up after being fucked continuously for two years - but other than that - I had the perfect life.
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