("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2011. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Drew - 2 by Principal Peter (address withheld) *** We meet Drew's abusive, dim-witted stepfather Joe, who treats his stepson as you might expect. (Mb, ped, nc, voy, oral, anal) *** PART 2 Twelve year-old Drew Carter entered the quiet house hesitantly. He thought that his stepfather was home, and he always was careful around him until he knew the strange man's mood. Joe Carter's mood was usually not good. He was a big, mean, brooding, dull-witted, Fifty year-old giant of a man with a latent homosexual streak that he denied vehemently while taking his sexual frustration out on his young stepson. Drew didn't know what his mother saw in this man, unless it was just the sense of security he offered. He didn't work, really, but received a disability check every month from Social Security that when combined with the widow's SS check kept a roof over their heads and food on the table. Drew knew what Joe got out of the arrangement though. He got a pretty, thirty year old, submissive wife who put up with his shit without comment – and who took a regular beating almost without complaint. He also got Drew. The boy had been the object of Joe's twisted lust since the young mother had started dating the loser. Drew saw a light under the door to Joe's "Study", which had been a third bedroom before he took it over to put his computer and "books" there. The only books Drew had ever seen Joe read were pornographic paperbacks and magazines. The house rule was that no one interrupted Joe in his study. This was because Joe used the internet primarily to look at gay porn, and Drew's mother wasn't supposed to know. Drew figured she probably did, but would never say anything about it, any more than she would protest the beatings Joe handed her every so often. She was completely cowed by the older man, and Drew was totally at his mercy. The thin twelve year-old stood in front of the door indecisively. He was afraid of disturbing the man behind it, but wanted to present him with the money he had earned to replace the broken window. The window that had broken by accident. Drew had been mowing the lawn and hit an unseen rock, which had been flung against the window, cracking it. Joe had flown into a rage, and threatened to beat the boy black and blue if he didn't come up with a hundred fifty dollars to fix it. Drew knew that there was no way a new window pane cost that much, but he also knew that Joe didn't want him to be able to pay for the window so that he could beat him again. But he had sort of lucked out and had "earned" the money when a neighbor down the street had blackmailed him into having sex with him. The neighbor man had given him the money after raping him. He would have to go back again every week for more of the same, but at least Dave was gentler than Joe. The door opened suddenly, snapping Drew from his reverie. Joe stood looming over him, his dull face shadowed by the room lights behind him. "What are you doing, standing here?" the big bully growled. "Oh, uh, I was. I was…" "Come here, Dumbass." Joe said, He grabbed the thin boy by an upper arm and dragged him into the small room. The big computer screen dominated one wall, over the desk. The rest of the room was a cluttered tumble of shelves and small tables covered with ripped paperbacks, stained, wrinkled magazines and white DVD cases with hand-scrawled titles. Joe got the DVDs from an adult bookstore across town that made most of its money from illegal child porn videos. "What do you want?" Joe demanded; his big paw squeezed the boy's thin arm painfully. Drew reached into the pocket of his tight shorts with his free hand and handed the big man a rumpled wad of cash. Joe counted out the money slowly. Fortunately, the bills were of large denomination, so it didn't take too long. He stared dumbly at the money; then looked down at the small boy in front of him. "Where did you get this?" he rumbled, scowling. "I – I earned it." The boy told him nervously. "Earned it how?" Joe leaned forward to intimidate the twelve year old. "M – mowing lawns." Drew replied. "You stole it, didn't you?" the man accused. "No! No! I earned it! You can ask…" his denial was cut short when Joe grabbed him in his powerful arms and wrapped him tightly in a bear hug. The wind was squeezed from his lungs at the violence of the motion, which took him totally by surprise. Joe bent over the boy's face and planted a wet kiss on his pink lips. Drew tried to twist his head away, but the bigger man grabbed the hair at the back of his head in a huge fist and held the twelve year old still while he explored the inside of Drew's mouth with his thick tongue. The perverted older man squeezed his stepson's firm ass through his snug-fitting shorts, his thick fingers digging into the cleft between his ass cheeks. He ground his crotch against the preteen's belly, and Drew could feel the hard thick cock through Joe's pants. Joe broke the kiss and breathed into his captive's face, "I got something to show you." The older man released the twelve year old from his grip and took his small delicate hand in a beefy paw, leading the reluctant boy to the computer desk. Joe sat in the wheeled chair in front of the screen and pulled his stepson into his lap. Drew was dwarfed by the bear-like man who gripped him around the waist. Joe wiggled the boy's small body around on his lap until his long hard cock settled between the two globes of his round ass cheeks. The big man pulled the boy back to settle against his chest. One hand rested on the twelve year old's stomach, the other on a bare thigh. Drew sat stiffly and nervously as this stepfather began rubbing his bare leg. On the computer monitor, Drew saw a website page. It showed a young man, older than Drew but obviously a teenager. The page showed a bunch of still pictures of the teenager in different sexual situations with men. There were close-up pictures of the teenager sucking cocks, taking them up his ass, and being fondled by groups of men. "I found this site yesterday," the big man muttered in the by's ear. The boy felt Joe's warm breath on his neck, which raised goose bumps on his bare arms and legs. "Says this kid's eighteen. If he's eighteen I'll eat my shorts! But look at the shit this kid does!" He clicked on the "members" button and entered the site, where there were videos and still photos of the young teen performing all sorts of wildly perverted acts. Many of them were done with a man whose face was never shown, but who the boy – Marc, he called himself – referred to as "Daddy". Joe showed Drew many clips of the boy pleasing this man: sucking and fondling his cock, licking his balls, sucking on his asshole and taking his thick rod in the ass. Over and over Joe played the short videos. Over and over Drew saw the boy's face, belly and ass sprayed with semen. And through it all there was Marc's smiling face. As he was showing these perverted videos to his stepson, Joe's hands wandered over the boy's body. His big rough hands explored the bare flesh of Drew's thighs, and slid under his loose tank top to feel the ridges of his abdominal muscles. Joe slid his hand up the boy's chest and tweaked his nipples while he leaned forward and nibbled gently on the side of his neck. Drew's breath grew ragged from the stimulation, even though it was unwanted. He wondered if the teenager on the computer monitor felt the same thing, or if he was as wiling a participant as he appeared to be. His musings were cut short when Joe lifted him from his lap and rose from the chair. He yanked the boy's shirt up over his head without warning, and grabbed at the top of his shorts. He tried to turn away, but the man was too strong for him. He grabbed Drew around the waist and lifted him off his feet. "Come here, boy," he grunted as the youth struggled, "You and me are gonna have some fun." He carried the boy easily as he flailed in the thick arms holding him. Joe took Drew to his own bedroom, where he threw him onto his twin-size bed. Grabbing the boy's shorts in both hands, he yanked them down over his slim legs, leaving him wearing just his briefs. These he tore in his urgency to remove them, and the preteen lay naked and helpless before his attacker. Drew knew from experience that yelling and fighting were useless against the strong adult, and tried to relax as much as possible, knowing what was coming. Joe pushed him onto his back, sprawled on the top of his bed. The boy felt the man's heavy hand grab his throat as he leaned over the boy. Holding his throat with his left hand, he grabbed the boy's soft penis and balls together in his right. "You fucked someone for the money. Didn't you, you little slut?" The big man hissed. He gripped the boy's tender throat in a jealous rage as he snarled into his beautiful young face. Warm spittle landed on the frightened preteen's cheeks and lips. "No! No!" Drew squeaked. His face turned red as his airway was constricted. Despite the child's fear, Joe felt the boy's small dick growing hard under his manipulation, and took the thin shaft in his hand, stroking it to life. "You lying sack of shit. If I ever catch you fucking some guy I don't know about, I'll rip your nuts off!" So saying, he let go of the boy's five-inch penis and grabbed his little ball sac, giving it a squeeze. Drew gasped as best he could through his restricted airway as a feeling of nausea settled into his belly. Joe released his grip on the boy's soft neck and Drew sucked in a ragged breath. "No, no, I won't," the terrified boy lied. He knew he would be back at Dave's house on Saturday, and that Dave would expect to be using his trim young body for his pleasure. He had no choice. Or maybe he wanted to go? He couldn't think straight. Without another word, Joe stood and went to the door to shut it. It swung closed but didn't latch, leaving an inch-wide gap. He turned back to look at the naked boy lying on the bed as he stripped out of his clothes. Drew looked at the nude man, his barrel chest and flabby belly covered with thick gray hair. His shoulders were broad and his arms were muscular. He stood six foot four in his bare feet, and weighed three hundred pounds. His long hard cock hung below his belly, the end oozing pre- cum. It was eight inches long, but fairly thin. Drew knew he would soon feel it in his asshole, as he had felt it for years. Joe approached the bed and grabbed a handful of the boy's thick hair, pulling him to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. He opened his mouth as was required, and Joe slid his thin rod between the boy's pouting lips. In his hand, Joe held a small video camera. This was a new element in his sexual activities, as he had never before recorded the boy as he fucked him. Joe had read on the website he had just joined that other teen boys could send in pictures and videos of themselves having sex with men. There was no mention of age restrictions, but Joe thought it wouldn't matter as long as no mention of the boy's age was made. Besides, he was damn sure that "Marc" kid wasn't more than fifteen years old, no matter what that website said. He zoomed the camera in on Drew's upturned face as he slobbered on his meat, just like he had been taught. The boy was a really good cocksucker, and had even learned to deep-throat his long dick. He thrust his hips forward slowly, holding the kid by the back of his head as his cock slid down the boy's throat. He caught a great shot as a string of drool dripped over his lower lip while he gagged on the cock. The big man held his cock in the boy's throat, pressing his balls against his chin. He focused on his fingers as they pinched the boy's nose closed, making it difficult to breathe. He loved torturing the kid like this. It gave him a real sense of power, which he lacked in his everyday life. Joe was able to control the boy and his mother, even as his life was controlled by his disability, and the paltry sum the fucking government allowed him to live on. He took all of his frustrations out on this cum-dump and his worthless whore of a mother. Drew gagged and choked on the cock wedged in his throat, struggling to breathe around the hard rod. Joe's pubic hair tickled his nose and was sucked into his nostrils whenever the cruel man's fingers released his nose for a second. His vision darkened around the edges as Joe continued to choke him with his long cock. Finally, he released the boy's head, and he renewed his duties sucking the man's cock. Over the last two years, the boy had become quite good at sucking dick, and had even come to enjoy it, after a fashion. The feel of the veins and ridges under the skin of the penis against his tongue had a sensuousness that the abused boy came to equate with contentment. Whenever the man spurted his slimy load in his mouth, he knew that he had pleased him, and had performed his duties well. This feeling of accomplishment was worth working towards, so he worked on the cock in his mouth with gusto, sliding his mouth all the way down to the man's balls and sticking his tongue out over his lower lip to massage his nut sack with the pink tip. Drew's right hand wrapped around the base of his stepfather's cock, while his left hand jerked his own. Joe let out a long moan, and grabbed the sides of the boy's head to pull his face away from his crotch. He wanted to record some more video before he came. "Assume the position, slut." He growled at the boy. Drew scrambled up on his hands and knees on the bed. He put his head and shoulders down on the pillow, with his back arched up toward Joe and his firm round ass high, inviting. Joe took the lube, which the boy kept in his nightstand drawer, and squirted a glob onto his pink anus, working first one, then two fingers deep inside his asshole. The thin preteen moaned into his pillow at the intrusion. The first few times Joe had raped him, Drew had gone to his mother, but she had refused to believe the child, insisting at first that he was lying, then dreaming. Finally, she had dropped all pretense of disbelief, and had suggested that he learn to enjoy it, since this was their new life now. So Drew had learned to relax, and had grown to understand that this was Joe's way of expressing his love for the boy – so his mother told him – sharing this most intimate of acts. Drew pushed back against the fingers invading his ass, and Joe added a third finger, penetrating the boy as deeply as he could reach. One of his fingertips found the child's prostate, and Drew's cock twitched at the intense sensation. Joe was recording his fingers sliding in and out of the boy's stretched hole with the video camera. He knew this would look great to whoever ran that website. He pulled his fingers from Drew's ass and rubbed the leftover lube on his cock head. He aimed the camera at the boy's gaping hole, getting a long close-up shot of the dark pink interior, and slipped his cock deep inside with practiced ease. Drew moaned again as he felt the familiar sensation of Joe's hot cock sliding into his anus. Joe spent a few minutes fucking the boy slowly, filming his slippery rod as it slid all the way inside the pre-teen's ass. He picked up the pace and the image in the camera jiggled as he fucked the kid. That wasn't good, so he slowed down again as he thought. He remembered a picture from the new website and decided to try something. He pulled his dick from the warm confines of his stepson's rectum and told him to lie on his back. The confused boy did as he was told. This was a new position for them, and Drew didn't know what to expect. Joe leaned forward and set the boy's feet on his shoulders, folding him in half as he lined his cock up with the child's upturned asshole. He penetrated the boy and started fucking him like he fucked his mother, face to face. This felt really good, and he liked being able to see the kid's cock bobbing as he fucked him, but he still couldn't get a good shot with the camera. He gazed into the boy's beautiful brown eyes as he felt his anus clutching at his cock. The boy winced occasionally when Joe's belly fell against his balls, and Joe liked the look of worry and discomfort on the boy's pretty face. But eventually he brought his slow-working mind back to the recording problem. He slipped his cock from the boy's tight hole reluctantly, and yanked the boy off the bed by his arm. The naked twelve year-old stood nervously next to the bed, sweaty and panting from the exertion of being fucked by the big man. The bed creaked in protest as Joe lay on it on his back, and motioned for Drew to join him. Joe took the boy's narrow hips in his hands and guided him until he was straddling the adult man's lap. He took his cock in his hand and aligned it with the boy's stretch-out hole, and pushed down on Drew's hip with his other hand. Drew dropped onto the long pole, impaling himself on his stepfather's cock. The boy let out a long sigh as he settled onto Joe's lap, the long cock buried completely in his gripping hole. Joe took the camera and pointed it at the boy's sweating face, loving the mingled expression of passion, discomfort and lust on his delicate features. Drew put his hands on Joe's hairy chest and, without being told, started bouncing up and down on his cock. With the video camera in one hand, Joe's other hand was free, so he started running the free hand all over the boy's body. He caressed Drew's smooth, slender thighs, his firm belly and muscular chest. He pinched and pulled at the boy's tiny nipples drawing cries of mixed passion and pain. He focused the camera on the boy's crotch, where he could see his cock disappearing into the preteen's stretched hole. Drew's hard cock bobbed as he bounced on the stiff rod in his ass, and Joe took hold of it to jerk it for him. He got another idea, an amazing feat for him, and wanted to time things just right. He zoomed back and got as much of Drew's bouncing body in the shot as he could, panning up and down to get the boy's lust-filed face and hard cock on the video. The warm light from the lamp on the nightstand glowed on the boy's sweat-slicked skin, turning his slim body into a golden statue. Through the space between the door and the frame, Drew's mother, Beth, watched as her son bounced happily up and down on her husband's cock. Joe liked it when she watched, which was why he always left the door ajar, and she was somehow drawn back again and again to watch her only son being abused by the man she had brought into the house. At first, when Joe had started raping the little boy, she had been angry and horrified, but she was too weak to stand up to the giant man. She had used herself as a shield whenever she could, though, luring Joe into taking his aggression out on her rather than the boy. But his lusts were too powerful, and she couldn't keep him away from the true target of his desire permanently. In time, she had come to accept that Joe had only married her to get to her son. She knew that she was an attractive woman, still young- looking at thirty. Her breasts were of a decent size, but not large enough to have sagged. Her belly was flat and firm. Her hips were narrow and her ass was round and hard. Her legs looked long on her five foot three inch frame. Her light brown hair was just starting to show some gray hair, but she would dye that soon. When she put her hair up in a ponytail, she could pass for a girl in her early twenties. She leaned against the doorway and stared intently at her son's bare back and flexing ass cheeks. He had a wonderful body. She watched as Joe's long cock disappeared into her son's ass as he bounced up and down. The thin rod glistened with lubricant, and she could see the boy's sphincter stretching out as the shaft slipped from his hole. Her hand stole under her short dress into her panties, and she masturbated as she watched the perverted scene. She had a secret hope that her husband would one day invite her to join in his lovemaking with her son, and she fantasized about taking the boy's small penis into her mouth as he came. Joe knew he wouldn't last long, so he jerked at the boy's cock more insistently to get the timing right. He heard the boy's breathing quicken as his orgasm approached, and Joe thrust his hips up to meet the kid's descending ass. His cock exploded inside the tight glove of the preteen's asshole, spewing hot streams of semen deep into his bowels. The boy felt the steaming fluid deep inside his young body, and his own cock exploded, spraying Joe's belly with thin ropes of preteen sperm. The two men – old and young – moaned and gasped through their orgasms, sharing the moment together. The men's moans and groans hid the sounds of Beth's as she came standing in the hallway. When they had caught their breath, Joe slowly lifted the thin preteen off his wilting cock, which slipped out of the boy's gaping asshole and landed with a wet smack on his abdomen. He guided the boy's ass over his stomach, and told him to expel his cum from his ass. Joe filmed a close-up of the boy's red-cheeked face as he pushed carefully, squirting the cum onto his stepfather's sweaty belly. When he was done, Joe told him to lick it up, and after a moment's hesitation, Drew crouched over the older man's body to lap up their mingled sperm. Joe recorded the whole disgusting scene on video. Beth, still watching from the hallway, wished that it were she licking up her boy's semen from her husband's hairy belly. When Drew was finished, Joe grabbed his face in his hands and gently pulled his head up to give him a warm wet kiss. He tasted their sperm on the boy's tongue as he French kissed him. "That was great," he panted into the pre-teen's mouth," Let's go send the video right now." Beth hustled down the hall and into the master bedroom when she saw the two coming. She watched as they walked naked out of Drew's room and into the study, Joe with his arm draped possessively over her son's bare shoulders. She locked the door and lay on the bed, her fingers buried in her wet pussy. Hopefully, they would be busy long enough for her to finish... END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 71