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 7
By the time I graduated high school, Bobby, Billy and I had all grown to our full height. Bobby grew from five feet, eight inches to about six feet, one inch; Billy grew from about five feet, four inches to about five feet, ten inches; and I grew from about five feet, three inches to five feet, nine inches. Our genitals grew as well. I know the sizes of our penises well because Bobby made me chart all three once a week. Bobby grew from four and a half inches soft and six plus inches hard to about five inches soft and a little over seven inches hard. Billy grew from three and half inches soft and just under five inches hard to about four inches soft and a little over six inches hard. I grew from a little over two inches soft and about four and a quarter inches hard to a little over three and a half inches soft and just over five and a half inches hard.
I have found that there is quite an issue about how to measure penis size properly. Everyone knows where the penis ends, but there seems to be lack of agreement on where is starts. The proper way to measure a penis, I have been told, is to start at the base of the penis on the topside, where the penis and abdomen make a crease at the pubic bone. That is the method that I used on Bobby, Billy and me, as I charted the growth over two years. Actually Bobby stopped growing before my senior year, and I stopped growing by the middle of my senior year. Billy, on the other had, only stopped growing about a month before I graduated high school.
Using this approved method of measuring a penis, it is rare to find a penis much over seven inches. Sure, if you watch porn movies, you will see them, but that is like judging average men's heights by watching basketball. In the time I was forced to service high school and college guys, I saw hundreds of penises. Bobby had one of the biggest at just over seven inches. I only saw a handful of cocks that were bigger than Bobby's, such as the fraternity brother that won the size contest and fucked my ass. Whenever I hear some guy brag about having a nine inch dick, I laugh inside, knowing that unless he was a rare freak, he was not packing anything near that big in his pants. Most of the fully grown guys - as opposed to the younger high schools guys I was with who were still growing - were about six inches, give or take. There was actually more give than take, as most guys did not actually quite make it to a full six inches.
My life until my eighteenth birthday continued in a typical pattern. Bobby and Billy would fuck me every morning and night. I would give them blow jobs most mornings and evenings as well. Television time continued with Bobby enjoying the games he would play with my body. Television time was more about control and humiliation than sex for Bobby. Of course he enjoyed having his cock up my ass for the entire length of a porno, but he really enjoyed the fact that he could make me sit on his tool for so long. There was nothing that I could do about it, and he loved that fact. Billy, on the other hand, had different motives. Billy wanted to please and impress his brother. Billy also had certain needs that he was trying to satisfy, but for which he did not have an easy outlet. In addition to servicing Bobby and Billy, I was regularly given out to high school and college guys, usually for a fee to Bobby.
Even with all of the abuse I received during this time, Bobby made sure that I had time to do my homework. Bobby knew that the one thing that his father cared about was that all three of us got good grades. I was always a good student. Some people would have broken down under the bizarre lifestyle I was forced to endure. But I knew that keeping up my grades would ultimately be the only way I could survive this ordeal. So even when Bobby loaned me out or sold me, the time limits were strict so that I would still be able to do my school work. Bobby and Billy were above average students, but I was at the top of my class. I applied to colleges out of the area, but Bob forced me to apply to UCLA as well. I got into every one of these schools, and I wanted to go to Stanford. But Bob forced me to accept UCLA because he said that without supervision from Bobby, I might stop working so hard. By that point, I was near the end of my senior year, and I thought that I might never get away from this nightmare.
Everything changed on my eighteenth birthday. There was no big party like the one I described for my sixteenth birthday. Bob, Bobby, Billy and I had a quiet dinner. During the two years since my sixteenth birthday, I had actually only seen Bob about a dozen times. Bob worked a great deal and when he was home he stayed out of our wing of the mansion. After dinner, Bob told me that he needed to speak with me privately.
Bob and I went into his study. Bob took a document off of his desk and handed it to me. He explained, "Now that you are eighteen, you have full control over your inheritance. As you know, your father was the founder of Hastings International." Actually, I had no idea of this fact. When I lived with my parents in New York, we never talked about my father's job. I knew that we had money, but I had no idea how it was earned.
Bob continued, "Your father founder, owner and CEO of the company, and now, as the executor of your parents' will, I have the honor of formally transferring your parents' estate to you. Separate from the company stock, which is worth about six hundred million dollars, you inherit other assets worth about another three hundred million after the estate taxes that were paid when your parents died." My mind was reeling. I just found out that I was not just rich, but I was mega-wealthy.
I was the owner of a major international corporation. Nevertheless, I had been subject to two years of physical, psychological and sexual torture. I had a hard time focusing on the rest of Bob's words, but I forced myself to stay calm and listen to him.
"Now I have been running the company since your father's death," Bob explained. "Your father ran the company out of New York, and I was his second in command, running things from here out of Los Angeles. After his death, I became CEO and moved the national headquarters here. You know that we, I mean your father and I, were college roommates. We remained close and he hired me after the company started to take off. Of course, even though you own the stock of the company, I will be happy to stay on as CEO. You will go to college and probably business school. Then I will take you in and teach you the ropes of the business. You can feel confident that I will continue to run Hastings International as well as I have been for the past two plus years. I will continue to take care of your company just like I have taken care of you since the unfortunate loss of your parents."
At that point I finally lost it. I knew that I needed to hear what he had to say, so I kept quiet and remained outwardly calm as long as I could. But at that point he pushed me to the limit. The level of self-delusion to which he was capable showed no bounds. It was my turn to set him straight. "You think you have taken care of me?!" I shouted sarcastically. "Living in this house has been a nightmare. I have seen you maybe a dozen or so times the entire time I have lived here. And when I have seen you, you have been cold and imperious. Of course, the worst thing is that you put your evil son in charge of me. I knew I had no chance to convince you that he was abusing me, so I never told you. But believe me; both of your sons abused me. I will not go into the details at this moment, but soon I will tell you everything. Right now, I just have to get out of here."
Bob stood there in shock with his mouth handing open. My words were the last thing he expected to hear at that time. For a man that normally knew how to control any situation, he was taken by such surprise that he just remained in silence as I stormed out of the room.
I knew whom I had to see. The past summer Bob had a pool party for friends and business associates. Bobby, Billy and I also attended. At the party was a man, Ted Ravens, who made a point to talk to me. He told me how much he had admired my father and how much I reminded him of my father. He said that he was sure I would grow up to be just as great a man as my father. He said that he moved here from New York to work with Bob after my father's death. I found out later that he had been the third most senior executive in the company prior to my father's death, and after his death, Ted became number two behind Bob.
I tracked Ted down and he immediately agreed to talk to me. We went into a private room and had a long conversation. I told him everything. I had not intended on telling him the details, but once I started I could not stop. Everything flooded out of me. It was such a relief to have someone to talk to who felt sympathy toward me.
I had not felt anything like that since my parents' deaths. Ted wanted me to go to the police, but I had other ideas. He agreed to help me in any way that he could.
Ted knew every business detail involving Bob. He told me that even though Bob received an exceptionally generous salary from Hastings International, he could not live within his means. He borrowed money from the company, secured by his home and the rest of his assets. Because he was CEO, the board of directors felt that this insider loan needed full security. Bob reluctantly agreed. Now Bob was going to regret that decision.
Ted and I discussed how to remove Bob as CEO and install Ted. Ted did not trust the current board of directors because Bob was close to all of them. Although they were not Bob's friends - they did force him to secure the loan after all - they were his business allies. As the sole shareholder of stock, however, I was permitted to replace the members of the board at my discretion. Ted had a document drawn up removing the current directors and replacing them with his list. I signed it, and Ted sent notice to the current members of the board, including Bob, and the new members of the board.
The new board of directors terminated Bob. Even with his severance he could not pay back all that he owed to the company. The board called the loan, and when Bob could not come up with enough funds, the company seized all of Bob's assets, including his Beverly Hills property. This whole process took a few weeks, during which time I stayed with Ted. Once Bob was notified that I (or rather that company that I owned which is basically the same thing) owned his house, I returned for justice. Some might insist I returned for vengeance, and there might have been some vengeance involved, but primarily I believed that I was the hand of justice - ready to mete it out as deserved.
I called Bob and his sons into a room. The boys were reluctant to come at my command - they had not been told anything yet - but Bob told them to come. Bob looked like he had just come back from fighting in a war. He appeared beaten and confused. His entire adult life had been one of privilege and control. He had just lost everything and knew things might get even worse.
I said calmly, "Bob, tell your children whose house they are living in now."
"They are living in your house." Bob answered.
"No," I said more sternly, "tell them not me."
"Sons, this house belongs to Jimmy now. My company, I mean my former company, took over the house, and Jimmy owns the company." Bob used all of his powers of self-control to avoid breaking down.
"Now tell them what other assets you have left." I continued.
Bob struggled to get out the rest of what he knew he had to tell his sons. "We have nothing left. Jimmy and his company own everything."
"OK, boys, listen to me," I went on. "Here is how it is going to be. I am in charge of all of your lives. I could throw the three of you out without a dime to your names, but I won't. Wait a moment. Before I go on, I want daddy dearest over here to know exactly what has been happening over the past two years. I promised him on my eighteenth birthday that I would fill him in when the time was right, but I have decided to handle this differently. You two are going to confess everything here and now. If you tell one lie, or leave out one important point, you are out of here. And if you leave, I will make certain that no one will hire you, no one will give you a place to live and no one will help you in any way. Now, boys, go on and tell your father. Bobby you are the oldest, so you can start. Billy can fill in any details that he thinks you have left out."
At first Bobby could not speak. He seemed weak in the knees and in greater shock than his father. I gave him a glass of water, and after he finished drinking it, he told the story. He actually did a fairly good job. Billy filled in certain pertinent details at some points, but between the two of them, they spelled out the sordid details. By the end, Bob could not stand and could barely stay in his chair he felt so defeated.
I informed them that the room was wired for sound and that the entire confession was on tape. I let them know that the tape would never be heard and they could stay in the house as long as the three of them did exactly what I told them to do. I had three extraordinarily scared people at my mercy. They knew whatever I had in store for them would be bad, but the potential unknown was not as frightening as the alternative I spelled out for them. The three reluctantly agreed to my conditions.
My first order, probably no surprise, was for them to get undressed. I had seen the boys naked hundreds of times, but this would be the first time seeing Bob. Bob was huge. Of the hundreds of penises that I had seen in person over the prior two years, Bob's was noticeably the biggest. It hung down almost to his knees - over six and a half inches soft and thick around. The majority of guys hard were smaller than he was soft. He also had a pair of the biggest balls I had ever seen.
I sat in a chair and instructed him to get over my knees. I gave him a spanking until my hand started to feel uncomfortable. When he got up, he was hard. It grew to well over eight and a half inches and noticeably thicker than my wrist. I had seen some dicks that big in the porno movies that Bobby liked to watch, but never in person. It was also bumpy with thick veins, and the skin was a bit rough.
I told Bob that I was not going to continue punishing him while he was enjoying it so much. I forced him to beat off and eat him come. For an older guy, he came pretty quickly. He clearly had never eaten his own come before and grimaced as he licked it off his hand and swallowed it. Then I made him lean over a chair and took a whip out of my bag. I came prepared. A strap was not enough for what Bob deserved; he needed to be whipped.
I bought a whip that would not cause any permanent damage but would hurt quite a bit. Bob winced each time to whip struck his butt cheeks. I also whipped his back and legs. Then I had him stand up while I whipped his front side from neck to feet, including of course the fire hose hanging between his legs.
When I was done whipping him, I instructed him to kiss each of his son's dicks. He begged me not to make him do such an incestuous act, but I had no mercy. I let him know that he should take his time because he probably would not see his sons again for a while. He got on his knees and gave each cock a kiss. I then let him know what his life was to become. "You will now go straight to the old servants' quarters." A new staff building had been built on the grounds of the estate, so the old modest servants' quarters attached to the main house had gone unused for many years.
"You will stay there at all times unless you are instructed otherwise by me or a staff member on my behalf," I continued. You will have no clothes. The staff will bring you food, clean the area and change your linens and towels. If you are needed because one of boy's guardian is required to give consent or otherwise, appropriate arrangements will made. Other than that, you better get used to being naked and alone. That is the way I have felt for the last two years. It is only right that you be made to live that way for much longer. If I can help it, I don't want to ever see you again. If we need to communicate, it will be done through the staff. I can no longer even stand to look at you."
He just stood there. I shouted, "What are you doing?! Go. Get out of here!!"
Tears welled up in his eyes. He stood for a moment longer and then something possessed him. He ran out of the room and to the old servants' quarters. The place was wired for video and audio, so occasionally I would check in to amuse myself at watching his misery. But when he ran out to his new life, it was the last time we were ever together in the same room.
The same could not be said for the Worthington boys. They knew that they were unlikely to get off as easily as their father. Bobby, in particular, knew that he had been my tormentor for over two years, and I was unlikely to be in a forgiving mood. I instructed them to follow me back to our part of the house. They meekly came along.
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