November 26, 1999
Hey, how's it hanging? My name is Kip Ketter and I am an eighteen-year-old gay kid from the Midwest. I am five-feet, ten-inches tall with short black choppy hair. I have a nice smooth muscular body as I was on the swimming and diving team in high school. Although I am shy, Dale has instructed me to tell you certain other intimate details about myself. He says to tell you I have well-developed pecs with nice big nipples, a flat tight tummy, a well-trimmed prick bush, an eight inch cut prick that is nice and thick with a big head, a pair of huge low hanging balls, a tight smooth ass, until recently virgin, strong swimmers legs and size ten and one half feet. There. I guess that describes me. Although I could get good grades in high school when I applied myself, I was a jerk-off too often and so didn't do particularly well. If this little project turns out as Dale intends, he has promised to send me to college and take care of my financial needs.
What is this little project? Little for you, huge for me. Well, Dale wants to turn me into a completely degraded, humiliated fuck slut. I don’t know how else to describe it. You see, he found out I get turned on by the fantasy of sexual humiliation and he decided to turn my fantasy into a reality. However, I'm getting ahead of myself here. Let me describe my sexual life and my relationship with Dale.
I first fucked a cunt when I was sixteen. I was pretty popular in school and known as a wild partier. The cunts have been after my body since I was fourteen.
My home life was and is shit. I've got no dad and my mom is a wine sipping suburban alchy who whores around looking for her youth and someone to love her. I feel sorry for the bitch, but she is such a sow. My little brother and sister are even more neglected than I was, and I fear will turn out worse.
So anyway, I fucked my first twat at sixteen, at a party. The twats really love my big pink dick cause it is very thick. I fucked girls more as a status symbol than for enjoyment, although I didn’t know that at the time. I thought that’s all there was to it – fucking I mean. In-out, bam-bam, fuck-fuck, shoot!
Frankly, I enjoyed beating my meat more. And when I beat off, which was a lot, I often fantasized about guys getting worked over by other guys. You know stripped in public, hazed, club initiations that sort of junk. I found myself thinking about other guys bodies and imagined them working me over. I would do stuff like tie shoelaces around my nuts, stick Q-tips in my pisshole, shove a pen up my asshole .and it would get me very excited, but that’s as far as it went until I met Dale.
You know him as the writer of the Mr. Black series and Lakeland Lads and stuff like that for assgm. I first knew him as the director of a theater company in our city. You see I had dreams of becoming an actor. Still do and Dale says he will help me get into a good drama school if I complete this project. I auditioned for one of his shows and got a part. He's forty, good looking and openly gay.
I was seventeen, good looking and in the closet and what resulted was inevitable. He fucked me silly. He turned my tight, virgin, boy asshole into a stretched out fuck tunnel. He made a fucking dickwhore of me.
It started when I was getting measured for a costume standing there in only my underpants. Dale pushed his hand up under my balls to get an inseam measurement. I threw a tremendous boner. It surprised me as well. I admit now I had a slight crush on him already. He is popular, very talented and is surrounded by good-looking guys all the time. I don't know if he sensed my submissive nature or if he was just testing me or what, but he told me to follow him and he walked out of the costume room, down the hall to the stage with me following him in only my underpants.
It was like one of my fantasies come true. I felt terribly humiliated and embarrassed, but excited all the same. Why was I following him? What was it? There were about fifteen other guys in the theater and I just tagged after him like a puppy, almost naked wearing only small white briefs with my big package pushing out the front.
The supposed reason for the journey was for Dale to ask the advice of his production manager about a costume, but it really was to expose me to the crowd and to see if I could take orders. They talked about my big nipples and how good they'd look on stage. They poked and prodded my crotch and ass as they pretended to talk about costumes. I got so fucking excited I almost came right there. He kept me in just my underpants for over an hour.
After that I hung around with Dale all the time, going out after rehearsals for burgers and stuff. I learned a lot about theater and was smitten. I also sucked his dick after three dates, if that’s what you want to call them. I'd never had a prick in my mouth before, and Dale's is quite a meaty mouthful. He fucked my face hard with little romance. I dug it. I felt so good just being a dickhole. He could sense that. He would unload wads of cum into my mouth insisting that I swallow and he had me taste it, gargle it, spit it into a dish and lick it up again. Stuff that was freaky, but really turned me on. That weekend, he fucked my virgin ass for the first time. It hurt like hell and turned me on even more. He fucked me hard and deep like a cheap whore. Slamming into me as his big balls slapped my asscunt. I thought he was going to rip my asshole out. I 'd never felt such pain, such pleasure, such piggish dirty slutty sex. I never felt so hot being used like some useless cumdump. I told him about my feelings, and he said he'd guessed that was the case. That's when he gave me some of his stories to read. They blew my fucking mind. The things done to kids in those stories were much wilder and more freaky than I had ever allowed my imagination to be. Then he told me my real life could be like that. We could play games – sex games, submission games, humiliation and degradation games. We could make my fantasy a reality. The only difference would be that in the stories the kids are forced to do stuff. I would submit of my own free will.
We tried some mild experiments. He gave me a part in a show, Oscar Wilde's Salome, where I had to appear in front of the audience in just a pair of tight small underpants and tongue kiss another guy on stage. I really dug it. I beat off all the time thinking about what I was doing in front of audiences. It was much better than any of the cunt fucking I had ever done. Meanwhile, if I was a good boy, of course, Dale rewarded me with his dick. If I fucked up at rehearsal or out of it, he deprived me of his cock and fucked some other young kid instead. It got me insanely jealous. I could have had gay sex with other actors I met, but you see with me it’s not just the sex, it is definitely the humiliation and abuse and degradation. I get most turned on when Dale give me some really gross order and I have to complete the task to his satisfaction. The worse the command, the more it excites me. After a show, he'd tell me, ":go and collect the dirty jockstraps from the guys for the costume lady, will you?" I'd trudge around carrying the sweaty prick pouches of the actors in my bare hands.my dick straining to shoot. He know exactly how to push my buttons.
Next, he had me appear completely bare-assed in a show letting everyone see my cock and balls. Not only that, but for the last few weeks of rehearsal, he made me rehearse bare-assed naked with the rest of the cast clothed. He told them it was to get me used to it, but I knew it was to humiliate me. All the guys and gals kept looking at my cock and balls. Of course, I was forbidden to date any other girls or guys – not that I wanted to. Dale did have me suck off lots of his friends. I became a cast party mouth fuck.
He would wander over at the party with a couple of dudes and casually say, "These guys think you're real cute, Kip, just suck them off for me will you?”
I was a dick whore at seventeen. Sometimes he'd order me to dance for the guests at cast parties and of course strip until I was bare-assed with my big dick and fat balls flopping about to the music. I felt wanted, needed, appreciated for something. For my eighteenth birthday, Dale took me to my first gay bar. When we were there, he ordered me to undress in front of about fifty guys. It really freaked me out. I was a little drunk. I cried and cried, but I stripped. All the guys fondled me and I got a big hard on right in front of everyone.
I've been living at Dale's house now four or five nights a week. The games have become more intense. He often keeps me naked around the house even ordering me to answer the door bare-assed. It’s awful when the paper boy comes to collect or a pizza is delivered. He knows it secretly excites me, even though it is very hard to do. He makes me eat out of a doggie dish on the floor at times. I can only piss and shit after getting permission from him.
Now he wants to step up the game. He conceived of this project. He will pay for my college or drama school if I become a total fuckslut, cuntboy, sex slave for one year. He knows it is what I secretly crave, but am too scared to initiate. I long to be completely degraded, worked over, made to do the most disgusting things like one of the boys in his stories. I want this for real, but am terribly shy. Christ, I never even wanted to undress in the locker room at school.
Well, I agreed to Dale's conditions. The first time I refuse to follow an order or do what is asked of me, I am out on my ass. I could have continued just as Dale’s sometime boyfriend, but the excitement of this project completely dominated my mind. Dale has promised me that no damage will be done to my body. Who can say what will happen to my mind?
So far the commands have been easy. Dale says my descent into becoming a boycunt, cumslut must be gradual so we can savor the humiliation. He has ordered me to suck off two guys a day – two strange guys so I have to go out hunting. Of course, I am young and good looking.so it is not difficult to pick up guys, especially older guy. The only trouble is they often want to suck me off and I have to convince them to just let me give them head. I love the taste and smell of dick. I am becoming addicted to dick. Fucking and sucking is all I think about. Dale has put me on a temporary sensory deprivation routine. I am allowed to watch no TV or movies except gay porno and read nothing except the plays we are working on and porno magazines so cock is constantly on my mind. He makes me describe to him what I imagine the cock of every guy we meet looks like. He makes me write long papers on dicksucking and ass fucking. He even made me write a paper for him imagining what my fourteen-year-old brother's dick and balls must look like and how it would taste. Imagine me thinking about my own little brothers prick and sack.
My fourteen-year-old brother just started to fuck girls, so Dale makes me shove a dildo up my ass and pretend I am one of his young school cunts being fucked by him.
"Oh fuck me harder, Mike. Fuck me harder." I have to scream, ramming the dildo in and out of my ass pussy in front of Dale and his friends. Sometimes he even makes me kiss and lick a photo of Mike while I play with my swollen, dripping dick. He keeps my dick that way, right on the verge of cumming. It drives me insane. I am a totally sexed up teenager twenty-four hours a day. Dale tells me I am at the age when a male is most horny and I believe it. I almost go crazy at times sucking and fucking and not allowed to shoot my load. When I do cum, of course, it is like a fucking firehose. I cum so hard it hurts.
Well, here's where you come into the project. Dale would like to try a totally new internet experiment. He wants you to help with my training of humiliation and degradation. He wants you to give me orders or even just suggestions. He will see to it that I obey them and write about them in my letters. They can be as far out and sick and twisted as you like as long as no permanent damage is done to me. Shit, I got my dick all hard and dripping just writing about this. I will not only write about my completion of your orders, but I will email you personally to share my feelings with you. I don’t mind telling you I am scared. Dale is excited about this project. He says together you can really fuck me up and work me over real good. He says the things you can make me do are endless. He suggests that you start out slowly and mildly, one step or crawl at a time. He will monitor the orders and give them to me in the order he thinks best. I am really scared, but also more excited than I have ever been in my whole life.
So here, I am at your mercy. Your own eighteen-year-old private, cuntboy. Your twat mouthed pussy assed teenage boy. Do with me what you will. Your every wish is my command.
Some things you should know about my life.
I work at a trendy restaurant where all the fashionable young go to party and pick up fucks, guys and girls alike. I am a waiter and not a night goes by when several guys as well as chicks don’t ask me to fuck.
I belong to Bally's Health Club, but don’t go much as I say I am actually very shy. I want to swim more.
I live at Dale’s most of the time and will email you from there, but I do go home every few days.
At home is my mom trying to be young again and looking for love in all the wrong places. She often has her latest young stud staying there with her. My fourteen-year-old brother, who is pretty wild and uncontrollable and my twelve-year-old sister, who is pretty much to herself.
My brother has a dog and a cat. The dog, Soldier, was mine, but I can’t take him around with me and my brother really likes animals.
I currently get ass fucked about ten times a week. About three or four times by Dale and rest by his buddies or some guy in a bar he will order me to go with. I love the adventure and thrill of letting a strange man fuck my asspussy. I love feeling as if I am just a young cunthole for him, the way most teenage guys treat girls, just dumpholes for their dicks.
I currently suck off about twenty to twenty five cocks a week including Dale’s whose I suck almost every day. Dale says I can do a hell of a lot better in both the ass fucking and dicksucking department, but he says the increase will be gradual. He tells me his goal is eventually to have me sucking and getting fucked all day and night. Constantly.
I of course am not allowed to jack off without permission. I last came a week ago. My balls are really heavy and swollen with cum. I get blue balls real bad getting fucked and sucking, but not being able to cum. Dale says I have to learn to serve before I deserve getting serviced. Reading porno and watching porno videos keeps me on edge all the time. I am always sexed up and sometimes cannot stand the pressure. If I cum without permission Dale beats my ass – sometimes with a belt.
My body is kept hairless except for a small well-trimmed pubic bush and a bit of hair beneath each armpit. Sometimes Dale makes me pluck out my ball hairs with a tweezers. He loves to play this game. He told me he plays this a lot with the boys in Thailand. He pays them to pluck out their nut hairs. To teach me humility Dale will make me take out my dick or undress in public places – in shopping mall toilets, in movie theatres, in the car. He’ll make me sit bare-assed and beat my meat in his car as he drives the highway passing trucks where they can see down. I get so scared I get sick, but it still thrills me. Dale says I need a lot more public humiliation.
So, I appeal to you. I am only eighteen, but I hope I can degrade myself enough to please you. Nothing is taboo. Join Dale, won’t you in my training. I await your orders.
Yours in all humility,
December 19, 1999
Hi guys, it’s me, Kip again, still hanging in there.
Sorry it took me so long to respond to the first batch of training orders from you guys, but Dale makes me take everything real slow so the only thing we fuck up is my mind and body not the project. Most of you know I am eighteen and a fucktoy for Dale, who posts his stories on assgm. Dale will pay for my college if I am his fuck slave. His total, complete degraded fuck slave for one year so I had you guys send in your ideas for how to work me over. Well, let me tell you, they were gross. I mean, I cried just reading them. Dale had a ball, as well as squeezing my big balls in his hand, while he read them. Christ guys, if I did all the shit you told me to, I would be dead within the first month. So Dale is monitoring your suggestions, putting them in some kind of order, and giving them to me slowly.
First of all, I never should have mentioned my fourteen-year old-brother, Mike. Most of you fellas want me to fuck around with him. Dale says it’s a great idea and I think it really sucks. I mean he’s only fourteen and he’s just fucked his first cunt. Do we want to mess him up as well as me? Anyway, I have no say in the matter. Dale says first I have to humiliate myself in front of Mike so he ordered me to arrange to have Mike walk in while I was sitting on the bed jerking my prick and fingering my asshole. He said two fingers had to be way up my asscunt. Well, I freaked out. This is partly why I have not written this letter sooner. It took me all this while to get up the nerve. I mean my brother is a real wise-assed, little stud and I just didn’t.
Dale gave me some pain encouragement by sticking a cotton swab up my pisshole with some heating stuff on it and I was in extreme pain for three hours while screaming I would do anything he said. So I finally did it when my Mom was out .I stripped and sat on the bed and beat my meat until it was fat and dripping waiting for my brother to walk in. I stuck two fingers up my asscunt. Well the little bastard freaked out. He screamed at me, got real angry, told me he always knew I was a fucking fag and how he couldn’t stand me and how sick I was and what a complete loser. He even threw a glass at me, but missed so that experiment was a real horror for me and totally humiliating, but Dale thinks it went real well. Now he insists I walk around my house bare-assed when my mom is gone so both my brother and sister see my dick and balls . He says I must do this repeatedly, no matter how angry they get. I must tell them it’s a free world. Right now my brother isn’t talking to me. The other day he brought a fourteen-year-old girl home and fucked her in his bedroom. Dale has gotten me thinking about sex with my own fucking brother for God's sake. And you guys have not helped.
Here are some other things you suggested that Dale has made me do so far. He made me go to Bally’s and after I worked out, he made me walk all around the locker room bare-assed playing with my cock and balls. Then I had to go to the sinks and shave my nutsack and ass crack in front of any guys there. It was just awful. I could hear them laughing and whispering about me saying what a fag I was and how I was disgusting.
I don’t understand. Part of me wanted to run out of there, but another part of me really got off on the abuse. I guess Dale is right. I am a natural fuck slut. I just don’t realize it yet. When my nuts and ass were shaved, I had to take a long shower soaping my balls and cock and asshole. I had to shove the soap into my asshole and make sure other guys were watching. Some of the guys, who had been real nice to me before, now won’t talk to me. Dale says this is good. Then came the worst part, I had to sit on a bench at the end of the aisle with my legs spread wide and my heels up on the bench so my balls and dick and asshole were on display. I had to sit there for forty-five minutes, just sit there showing myself to every guy walking in or out of the locker room. Some guys complained, but Dale is good friends with the manager, in fact it was the manager, not Dale who was checking to make sure I obeyed his orders. I wanted to die. One young jock actually spit at me. He and his buddies called me fucking cocksucker and stuff like that. Of course, later, the manager fucked my ass in the equipment room.
A very ingenious reader sent in the above idea and Dale wants me to thank him. He says it was a very good exercise and that I need to learn to pay for most things in my life with my asshole or my cocksucking or at least my total humiliation. I’m terrified to go back to the health club now, but Dale says it will just get to be more and more fun.
Some of you have asked for pictures of me. Dale doesn’t have a scanner yet and although the idea of using Kinko’s to send some was hot and humiliating, Dale says we don’t want to get into trouble this early in the game so he will get a scanner after Christmas. If you prefer send me your home address, I'll mail you a photo of this fucked up dickditch.
Everyone who wrote seemed to think I was doing really shitty on my cocksucking and ass fucking. I thought I was coming along fine. I’m pretty sore in the hole most of the time, getting fucked ten times a week and my lips are swollen from sucking so much dick, but Dale says if you boys want more then I will just have to comply. So now, I have been ordered to suck ten dicks a day.
I go out after work and hang around the bookstores and truck stops to suck strange guys cocks. It really makes me feel like shit, which is the purpose I suppose. I also have to get fucked fifteen times a week. Dale says he knows this is still pussy stuff and I can do a lot better, but I don’t know how anyone can take much more dick than that. I can hardly walk some times. Dale says cumdumps take more than fifteen dicks up the ass a day, but I can hardly believe that. Is that true?
I also had to drink a glass of piss. My own piss. Dale says this is just the start. He wouldn’t let me read some of the suggestions about piss and stuff. He says I couldn’t take it yet, but he did read me the one about pissing into a glass every morning and drinking a nice big glass of piss juice. I threw up the first morning so Dale beat my balls with a ruler. The second day I got it right. Now I drink a glass of piss each day. I hate it. Its sick and gross.
Keep your ideas coming. Dale is off to Thailand for two weeks so he wants to get a list of homework assignments for me to accomplish before he gets back. His buddies will monitor my progress. Send your suggestions for my training into me at Dale’s e-mail address at email@example.com and I’ll write back to you personally. Thanks.
Your humble teenage fucktoy,
January 12, 2000
Asswipe Kip here. Dale decided to call me asswipe and told me to tell my brother that he and all his friends should call me that too. As you can tell, Dale is back from Thailand and has really stepped up my training. Do I ever have second thoughts about trading away my life for a year for a college education? You bet I do. I think all the time about what normal eighteen year old guys are doing, then I think about the shit I'm being put through and I get sick to my stomach. Dale says throwing up is a natural part of a fuck slut, cum drinking, boy cunt's reaction, but that every time I puke from now on, I will have to lick it up. Now vomit has always been particularly gross to me. I mean I really can't stand it so that thought alone is enough to give me nightmares.
Dale has been working on my tits and dick. My already large nipples get pulled and tied off with rubber bands each day to keep them like "sow tits" as Dale says. My dick, he puts into this vacuum pump kind of thing that makes it all swollen and bloated even when it’s flaccid. It’s kind of gross to walk around all the time with this fucking slab swinging between my legs. My entire body is shaved of course except for a small triangle over my prick that he makes me keep perfectly and neatly trimmed and a few hairs left in my armpits. He makes me pluck out my asshole hairs with a tweezers and a little mirror. For some of you who asked for photos of me, I'll send them out this week so you can see me plucked, pink pussy.
Dale makes me refer to my asshole as my pussy at all times. This is really weird for an eighteen-year-old jock type guy to do. It makes me feel all funny inside. Yet as you know, the whole thing kind of turns me on. Just as Dale's stories first put me in touch with him and his lifestyle. I've since discovered that I am not the only young man undergoing training from Dale. The other day he introduced me to this sixteen-year-old high school kid and then he had the kid fuck my ass. I had to squeal and scream like some fucked up whore while the kid plowed his big dick in my asshole. I had to scream, "fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy" over and over at the top of my voice. The kid thought I was a fucking freak, which I guess I am. Anyway, he was a cute kid and he pulled on my nipples while he slammed his big boy prick into my cunt.
After he shot off, Dale made me squat and shit out the cum from my asshole and lick it up. I also had to scoop my fingers into my pussy and scoop out as much dick slop as I could get and suck it off my fingers. Thank God, Dale makes me take three big enemas a day. It keeps me clean inside, although I’m not so sure it’s good for me. I get so weak from them.
Dale had me suck the kid’s dick clean. Then both he and the kid took a piss into my mouth. This was when I almost puked. I had to gargle and swallow the fresh hot piss.
My home life has gotten wild. I told my brother and sister that I am a homo, faggot, pervert undergoing training. I got on my knees and begged my brother not to tell mom about my life. I promised to do anything he wanted if only they would not tell mom. Dale had ordered me to do this and it was just what the kids wanted. They beamed like Cheshire cats. My brother told me he always knew I was a fucking faggot. My sister just stood there shyly looking at my dick.
Suddenly my fourteen-year-old brother turned to the little girl and shouted, "What the fuck are you staring at his dick for? You’re a fucking little slut aren’t you, just like all twats?"
My brother is not a nice boy. He always was temperamental and a troublemaker. He’s cute as hell though. Anybody wants a photo of him just ask. Well, my sister just stood there looking all dumb and confused. She’s still much too young to understand sex at all.
"Go on, Bitch, touch his dick if you want to," my brother says.
"Don't, she’s too young," I objected.
"You shut the fuck up or I tell mom and everybody I know what kind of freak you are."
I shut up.
He turned to our sister. "And you, reach out and touch his dick or I tell Mom I saw you taking money from her purse."
You should have seen our little sister's face. Then with a shaking little hand, she reached out and touched her first cock. Her tiny hand felt so strange on my cock shaft.
"There, how does that feel bitch? Does that get your pussy wet? You cunts are all the same. So jealous cause you don’t have pricks you spend your whole fucking lives in love with cock. Go ahead pump the faggot’s prick a little. Get it hard."
Slowly my little sister pumped my prick and the perverseness of the situation made my fucker throb and drool.
"Can I stop now? I wanna go to my room and play," she said with tears in her eyes.
My brother is such a little bastard. "Sure you can stop now, if you give it a kiss."
He is rubbing his own big teenage dick through his jeans.
"Don't make her do that, she’s too young," I hissed.
"Do you want me to tell Mom tonight?" he barked.
Our little sister brought her face down and lightly kissed the side of my dickhead. Oh shit, I thought I'd blow a load. It was just so fucking sick. She looked up my brother.
"That won't do at all, Cunty. That was a lousy kiss. I want a nice, big, sloppy, long kiss right on the tip of my faggot brother's cock."
"Do I gotta? It’s all wet." She was crying now.
"Yes you gotta and I know its drooling dickspooge It’s time you tasted some. How else can you get the boys in the seventh grade to like you? I'll bet the little cunts in your class are sucking cock every day."
Well, she leaned down and kissed my pisshole real gentle like, getting strings of pre-fuck all over her pouty, little lips.
"Now go and play bitch, but remember, from now on you do everything I say or I tell mom you kissed Kip's cock. And I mean everything I say. In fact before you go, pull down your panties and show me your pussy."
"Please don't do this to her," I begged.
“You shut the fuck up. It’s all your fault in the first place. You’re the faggot walking around her bare-assed and doing all that sick sexual stuff. You started this. Now Cunt, show your dear loving brothers your dickditch."
Slowly with teary eyes as big as saucers, she raised her dress and pulled down her panties. While I couldn't have cared less, my teen stud brother really got off on her hairless little twat. He was rubbing his hard dick through his jeans.
"Oh man, yeah, I can tell you are an early bloomer. That little twat needs cock bad. We'll take care of that later. Imagine free pussy in my own home anytime I want it."
He whooped and punched the air. She ran away crying. That left me alone with him.
"That was really rotten of you. Don't you lay a hand on her, do you understand?"
Well that was the wrong thing for me to say. His hand shot out and slapped my face hard.
"Oh yeah, faggot. What you gonna do about it?"
Then his knee came up into my nuts and sent me to the floor. Here I was a strong, muscular eighteen-year-old kid, being slapped around by my fourteen-year-old brother. It was awful let me tell you. He started to kick me with his tennis shoe.
"You can't do anything because you are a sick, homo, faggot cocksucker. You are an asspussy, aren't you? Tell me, do you take it up the ass? Do you?"
"Yes, sir," I mumbled as I lay bare-assed on the floor with my hard dick throbbing and drooling.
"Oh, Jesus, God, my own brother takes dick up the ass," he screamed.
Kicking me harder, the then shoved the toe of his dirty tennis shoe into my mouth and ordered me to suck on it. I did of course.
"Oh man, this is fucking unbelievable," he said.
He toe fucked my mouth until I was gagging.
"You will do everything I tell you from now on starting with, starting with —" and then for some strange reason that only real situations can dictate instead of fantasy he suddenly smiled a big smile and said, "clean my room!"
That was it, honest, my first order "clean my room."
While I cleaned his filthy fucking room, he sat on the bed and watched TV. He shoved a filthy, sweat sock into my mouth, put a dirty jock strap over my face and thought I was the funniest thing he ever saw. At this point, I have to admit, I was feeling angry and bitter that my family had ever gotten involved in my training and to be honest, I was really angry at Dale for letting it happen and encouraging it. When I told Dale this later he said he understood and then to punish me for being angry at him, he ordered me to go back home tomorrow and give my sister and brother an ass fucking demonstration with a big black rubber dildo. I guess I have no choice.
My brother said the guy who had done this to me must be pretty cool and asked if he could meet Dale. Dale says maybe, but he wants to wait a bit to see how the kid reacts to some stuff. Dale says he’s not in any real legal trouble because he only suggested I do this stuff, He never made me and he never made me do anything with my underage brother and sister – only suggested. He also says my mom couldn’t really tell anybody because the drunken cunt is to blame for neglecting her kids.
In fact Dale said, "the filthy old whore might enjoy seeing her eighteen-year-old son's cock so maybe you should arrange to give her an accidental glimpse perhaps walking bare-assed out of the bathroom and say you didn’t know she was home and just stand there without covering yourself. That might get her dried up cunt moist."
I begged for about an hour not to make me do this, but Dale doesn’t like it when I whine so he used a cattle prod on my ball bag. He insists that I get started on this new project.
Oh, by the way, when cleaning his room, my brother found a used condom in his gym bag from some freshman twat he fucked during school so he made me suck the rubber clean. He thought it was really funny when I had the dick sheath on my tongue and was slurping on it to get all the fuck and pussy juice off. I was tasting my brother's cum for the first time and it was really hot for me as well, I have to admit. He is a cute, little shit.
Well, if this was some made up thing and not the truth, I might be able to tell you more happened at my house, but the truth is, I guess, we all felt a little guilty cause suddenly my brother told me to get the fuck out of the house so I left.
I really hope he didn’t fuck my little sister's virgin cunt. That would be just awful. I have the feeling my brother is one of those straight studs who thinks through his dick. I mean, I think, even at fourteen, cock controls his life.
Dale also had me pay a visit to Bally's to keep in shape. He had me wear a tiny posing pouch right out in the gym to do my workout. It was so small you could see the root of my dick on top and my big balls kept falling out. About a hundred guys and girls laughed at me and whispered and pointed and made fun of me while I worked out.
Dale was there doing his routines in a corner watching. Honest to God, I felt so humiliated, I wanted to die. I’d never felt so vulnerable, so on display, so completely degraded. It was somehow even worse than the locker room cause here girls, some of whom I went to high school with and even dated and lots of guys, watched my bare- naked ass, I’m sorry, my pussy, and everything while I stretched and exercised. Inside I was shaking with sobs as I tried to ignore them all. Dale passed me a note.
"Tear the strings on the pouch so it falls off, then go to the locker room holding it in front of your prick, but make sure everyone gets to see your cock and balls at least for a few seconds."
I felt like I would faint. I swear I stopped breathing. When my pouch broke and my dick and balls flopped out, the whole room went up with laughter. I had no idea everyone had been watching me that closely. They screamed with laughter as I ran all the way to the locker room holding the little pink satin pouch in front of my dick and balls. Dale said it was hilarious.
Later, I told Dale I probably lost all my friends. He just smiled.
"Walking fuckholes like you don't have friends. Your only friend is the next big cock to fuck your ass pussy or mouth cunt."
Then to punish me for insolence, he made me sit with my legs up and spread and he whipped my bare, pink, asshole – sorry, pussy lips with a wire coat hanger until I passed out from the incredible pain. I was reduced to a slobbering baby.
I realize now, that Dale knows what’s best for me. I must learn to stomp on my fucking ego and sense of self-pride. I must abolish my own mind and any sense of decency I have. I must become a total asswipe. The strangest pat is through all of this, my dick feels like it’s ready to explode all the time. I never felt such a strong, continual sex drive in my life. I can’t stand it sometimes and I fear my prick will just explode and cum on its own without being touched.
I pray this doesn’t happen because to cum without permission is just about the worst thing I could do. I am aware of my big fucker hanging there all the time. It’s like all my feeling centers in my dick.
Also, my asshole has begun to itch real bad sometimes. Dale says that’s cause its turning into a real pussy. He says it needs more fucking. He has ordered me to get fucked five times a day on weekends and three times during the week. He has also ordered me to suck off ten cocks a day. I feel this is really excessive, but am afraid to tell him. Maybe one of you readers could suggest to him that this is too much, that for an eighteen-year-old kid to suck ten cocks every day means spending most of the day cock hunting. I mean, I’m not sure I’m up to it. What do I do?
As always, your letters and suggestions are more than welcome. You can write to either me or Dale at firstname.lastname@example.org
Fondly, your teenage fucktoy,
Kip the asswipe.
February 11, 2000
Sorry I haven't written in a while, but my life has been pure hell. Worse than hell. I wouldn't even have bothered to write as I have little energy and no interest in sharing what horrible things have happened to me, but Dale insists. He wants you guys to know that your suggestions and observations have really helped in my journey from eighteen-year-old high school graduate to fucked up, pussy slut, cunt holed, pig boy faggot. He wants me to be sure to thank you.
Well, where can I start? I really need help. I mean this has gotten way out of hand. Every time I write to one of you by email for help, you just make things worse by saying I am an ungrateful, little fuck and I should be thankful that a wonderful man like Dale has bothered to take time to work with a useless, cunt rag, piece of shit like me. Part of me, the part that agreed to do this in the first place in exchange for a college education, knows you’re right and understands that I am a fucked up pervert for even starting this stupid, perverse game, but now I am in it and its much worse than I ever dreamed.
Dale controls every aspect of my life. He even has forbidden me to go to the toilet without his permission. Not that I can use a toilet anymore. I have to squat over a litterbox to piss and shit and only when he is supervising me. He says I am not mature enough to go to the bathroom by myself. I have to perform my toilet rituals in front of his friends. I am forced to squat then reach back and spread my ass cheeks and lift my ass so they can clearly see the turds come out. I am allowed only one square of toilet paper and always get shit all over my fingers cleaning myself. It so goddamned humiliating. It’s even worse when he makes me take a dump at the health club. They already hate me there with a vengeance and want me kicked out, but of course, Dale is friends with the manager so I am kept on as a kind of freak to make fun of and to be abused and ridiculed. When Dale orders me to, I have to go into one of the stalls in the locker room and leaving the stall door open and bare-assed, of course, as I always am in the locker room. I have to put the toilet seat up and sit on the cold porcelain rim of the toilet. Then I have to lift my legs and spread them, putting my feet up on the sides of the stall. In that position, I have to take my shit, grunting loudly each time I drop a turd. With the door open, passing guys can all see me. Is it any wonder I break down in tears like some stupid girl every time he tells me we are going to the health club to work out?
Last time, he made me do my workout sets wearing a pink baseball cap and a tiny pink posing pouch. The pouch was so small and had to be worn so low about a half inch of dickroot showed at the top. I couldn't stop from crying as a group of a dozen or so guys and gals gathered to watch the spectacle. Some of these girls I had dated in high school. Now they laugh at me and tell their friends they always knew I was a faggot. Well I knew it too, but I didn’t know I was a submissive cunt who would do whatever I was told to do no matter how degrading. It’s like I have no resistance any more. This is what scares me, but Dale says that is very good and I am at last getting with the program. The only thing is I cry all the time. How does it look for a big healthy muscular eighteen-year-old boy to be crying in public?
I hate the humiliation more than getting ass fucked and sucking dick. Although sometimes I honestly believe, I cannot take another cock in my mouth or another load of jism in my stomach. I am only a sewer and designed for taking peoples dumped waste. I know that, but Dale now has me on my knees in a dirty bookstore sucking a dozen dicks every night in addition to my ten a day. When I beg him to ease up on me, telling him I'm getting sick from so much cocksucking, he tells me we are just getting started and that I can do a lot better than that. I know he reads my letters before I send them out and I pray he has mercy on me and backs off a bit on the suck and fuck demands. I have a standing order to be fucked six times a day. Imagine taking the cocks of six strange guys up my ass every day. It takes me half the day just to find the guys, set up the arrangements and then it takes so much time giving each guy a good fuck. Dale wants me to give each guy the best fuck of his life, but hard as I try, I sometimes fall short. Lately by nine or ten at night, I can hardly walk. My asshole is so raw it burns. Then I still have to do my pussy stretching exercises before I can go to sleep.
Have you ever known anyone – boy, girl or man – whose entire life was taken up with one thing: cock? My whole life somehow revolves around fucking and sucking. Dale says I am not a human being and don't deserve to be treated like one. He says I am a fuckhole. A living twat boy and I’m starting to believe him. Will there be anything left of me to go to college when my serving time is through? Will I ever be able to adjust to a normal life again? These are my fears and my worries.
And I honestly never believe he would involve my family in my degradation. I honestly never knew what a living fuck my little brother is. What a monster. He has now fucked our little sister. That's right, taken her cherry. That little girl has been fucked by her older brother. He calls her his 'home piece of ass.' I mean, he’s still a little boy himself, acting like some big time fucker. I know he’s fucked girls at school and thinks he’s hot shit, but to blackmail and fuck our little sister is wrong and it’s all my fault of course. If you don't understand what I am saying, refer to my last letter, it explains it all.
By the way, I apologize for my impossibly screwed up writing in the last letter. I was fucked up, fucked out and on drugs at the time. Let’s just face it guys, I am a fucking mess and right now I don't know what is going to happen to me. My whole family is fucked up because of me. My baby sister, who doesn't even have tits yet, is taking my teenage brother's dick in her mouth and ass and cunt, and I am having to suck him off as well.
Do you wanna hear how sick I really am. I think he's so fucking hot. The more mean and cruel he is, the more the little fucker turns me on. I honest to God don't know why. Yesterday, he screwed my sister until she was screaming in pain. He fucks real deep and real hard. Then he shot off into her and pulled out and made me lick the cum and cunt juice from his teenage prick. Talk about a fucking dysfunctional family. I lick my baby sister's twat slime off my teenage brother’s hose and nuts. I mean this has got to stop man. I told Dale, I told him that I agreed to be his slave for a college education, but I never said anything about my little sister or fucking monster brother. I want them out of this game. He really got angry. I've never seen him so angry. What does he do? He takes a cattle prod to my ballsack.
I have very large balls. I have always been proud of them. Those of you who asked for photos of me can see that I have nice large nuts. Well for the first time in my life, I wished I had pea-sized 'nads. He was relentless. He must have zapped my nuts over and over again for twenty fucking minutes. I puked, I pissed, I pleaded with him to stop.
He would smile and say gently, "Spread your legs."
Then would wait until I complied. By the way, he makes me keep my legs spread wide at all times, whether sitting, crawling or lying down. He says there is something terribly erotic about a teenage boy with his legs spread. He says, even clothed, a kid with his legs spread wide is hot. Look for them at malls and parks or at movies. It’s like the boy is saying, "I know what I've got down here, come and get it."
Jesus, even writing that kind of shit, shows how fucked up I have become. Anyway, fucked up mess that I am, I don't think I'm anywhere as screwed up as my little brother. The fucking teenager delights in torture, humiliation, abuse. I am glad he is basically straight or I would really be a mess. He now puts a rubber band around my little sister's clit and makes her wear it all day to school that way. I feel so sorry for her. He says it will help make it big and fat for him. He has also put rubber bands around my balls until they have bulged to the point of bursting and turned purple.
And my master, Dale, thinks it’s all great fun. He says how lucky we are as a family. Did I tell you I had to perform a dildo ass fucking demonstration for my sister and brother? Yes, Dale ordered me to. My brother laughed. My sister looked amazed and disgusted. When at last, I pulled the large black rubber dick from my pussy, my brother told me I should lick it clean. Of course, I had no choice, I had to obey.
What will be the psychological damage on their lives I wonder? I mean, this shit has got to fuck them up forever, doesn't it? I never thought about that when I agreed to this. My brother fucks my sister about six times a week. I just pray he doesn't want me to fuck her. Even Dale has not suggested that. He has ordered me however to ask my brother if I could please suck on his asshole. Now my bro being straight, I don't know how he will take to this. I mean let’s face it, guys love to have their asses sucked, and most chicks at that young age, won't do it. Shit, I hope he hasn't made my little sister do it to him. Again, the irony is, he's such a goddamned cute fucker I actually wouldn't mind doing it. Oh hell, what’s the use of lying? I would love it and Dale knows it. He knows it’s just another step in my total degradation.
Upon Dale's orders, I did come out of the bathroom bare-assed just as my mom passed. He wanted mommy to see her eighteen-year-old son's big fat dick and balls. She was a little drunk at the time, as she usually is. I was shaking like a leaf. The bitch just stood there staring at my teenage prick. She didn't turn away or anything. She fucking looked right down at it. Tough for a kid to have a whore for a mother. Is it any wonder I ended up doing this sick shit with Dale? But now, it's gotten worse. Dale has ordered me to appear bare-assed before my own mom with a fucking hard on! He wants me to come out of the bathroom with a big, stiff, dripping boner and just stand there in front of her and say, "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know you were here." This scares the fuck out of me for good reason. Please, please God, don't let anything happen between me and my own mother. Not even Dale could be that merciless and demonic. I know Dale will read this, so I am begging. Please, not that. I will do anything you ask of me, but no more with my family, please!
One last horror. One of the guys at the bookstore that I suck off told Dale he has a Great Dane who is into fucking boy ass. I pray this is not true. I don't think I could do that. Even college isn’t worth that, but somehow college isn't the issue any more. As I said, what terrifies me is that I seem to have no resistance to Dale's orders. I feel compelled to obey. So that means everything is fair game doesn't it? There will be no end to my misery and torture. And yet, while I write of my fear, my dick is so hard it seems about to explode. The itch in my pussy is unbearable. My big, fucking, teenage boy nipples are raw. My lips are swollen from sucking so much dick.
And I fucking can't stop!
As always, Dale admonishes me to ask for your ideas and suggestions to help in my training. I beg you to go easy on me, but Dale says I need it a lot rougher and more creative. Please remember in your letters of suggestion that I am only eighteen and only human. I feel pain. I feel humiliation. I can only take so much.
Hey asswipe here.
Dale told me I have to really thank all of you nice men out there who have taken such an active interest in my wellbeing and training. Thank you all for really helpful suggestions. I am sorry if this letter seems disjointed, but I am really fucked up right now. I don't know what the fuck is happening. All of you guys who write tell me I should be grateful to Dale for all his help, and I understand that, but I am now in constant pain and humiliation and when I made this deal, I didn't think it would turn out like this. To be honest with you, I thought I would get blown, fuck his ass a little and get a free college ride. Now everything is fucked. My family is really screwed up because of me, and my life is one nightmare mess after another. I am not complaining, because I know that when I complain I get punished. I am just trying to sort stuff out and I need your help.
Remember please, that I am only eighteen-years-old myself. There is so much in the world I have not seen or done yet and I'm not even sure what I want sexually or in life. Then to have to do all this really sick perverted stuff, is very difficult, even though I know Dale says it is really good for me and what I need. I mean, now with all the suggestions you guys have given, from like the minute I wake up to the second I crash, my life is just one long fuck and suck and painful and humiliating pile of shit. Sometimes I think, I'm not going to make it through the day – honest to God. Sometimes I wake up in my cage at night, where Dale has me sleep, and I am crying, no sobbing in my sleep. I NEVER USED TO EVER CRY. Dale says it’s real cute to see a big, muscular, eighteen-year-old boy sob. I don't know.
I think about my brother and sister all the time. Will their lives be permanently fucked up because of me? My brother is such a fucking sadistic bastard and I know I didn’t make him that way. My fucking drunken mom and dad did. I can't believe the stuff he does. Last night he had a coke bottle up my little sister's cunt. The poor, little thing was begging him not to do it. He just laughed and had me lick his balls and cock while he fucked her with the bottle. Then he had me suck on the cunt slimed coke bottle while he fucked her. At the last minute, he pulled his prick out and shot all over her face. Then he made me lick his cum off her face. I try to be real nice to her, hoping to help her get through this horror, but she calls me faggot and blames me for everything. I guess maybe I am to blame for everything. What do you think? If I am, then I deserve exactly what I am getting.
I am writing this letter with my feet up and spread on each side of the computer, a ten-inch rubber dildo up my asscunt. I have weights on my balls and clips on my nipples. I am sucking on a cum filled rubber that Dale found in the garbage dump behind his apartment. The taste is absolutely horrible. When I whine or complain, Dale says I should remember eighteen-year-old boys, who had to go to war to fight at my age. He says I am a wussy, pussy who never had to go through basic training and I should consider this my basic training.
The worst is the straw he has shoved up my dick. The pain of it is unbearable. I don't know why he has to stick things in my pisshole to train me, but he has ordered me to invite my brother to shove things up my pisshole too. This really scares me because my brother won't even be careful or have any regard for my health or wellbeing. What's going to happen to my dick? Dale says that's not nearly as important as my brother having a good time. Is that right? I know I will get punished for questioning Dale, but he allows me to unload and be honest in these letters. Is my brother having a fun time more important than my body and my mind? If that's true, then maybe Dale is right, maybe I am lower than scum and shit.
Dale has ordered me to beg my brother to bring all his ninth grade friends over after school for me to suck. I can't imagine me at eighteen having to suck the dicks of a bunch of fourteen year old brats. But I have no choice and it’s a small thing compared to some of the other stuff you guys have recommended. Please tell me why you are doing this to me and what you get out of it just so I understand. I have asked you in the past for a little compassion to maybe get Dale to ease up on me just a little and yet your ideas get worse and worse. I may very well be fucked up for my whole life because of this.
Dale took me to the health club after he had given me a huge enema. I was so full my tummy was bloated. He told me I had to hold it and I was in terrible pain even going into the club. I had to work out wearing my little pink pouch with my stomach bulging like I was a pregnant sow. Everybody now stands around and watches me and laughs at me. People have even brought friends of theirs to the club just to see the freak. Then Dale told me to go take a shower and right in the middle of the shower with other guys in there, I was to let go and shit out all the ass water and crap right onto the shower floor. Can you imagine how I felt? Honest to God, I wanted to die. Dale told me to tell everyone that I was sick and had the runs. The guys really got angry. They stormed out and returned with the manager, saying if I wasn’t kicked out of the club, they would quit. They called me a mental degenerate and pervert while I was crying and shitting. Dale's pal, the manager got a small sponge and pail and told me to get down on my hands and knees and clean it all up. I was shaking so bad, I couldn't stand it. I just sat in the shitty water and cried and all the guys laughed at me. Then the manager threw my clothes into the shit water and told me to get dressed and get out, but Dale has promised me we will go back for more fun and games.
Special thanks to the guy who recommended that on some days Dale double the number of cocks I have to suck at the bookstore. I sucked twenty-two dicks before my jaw wouldn’t work anymore and my lips had blisters. Dale says that’s nothing and I can do much better, but I can't imagine how. The taste of cock, cum, piss and headcheese is permanently in my mouth. I taste cock all the time. So I beg you guys, surly you can't think that Dale is being too easy on me now. Yesterday he had a hand up my asshole. That’s how stretched out I am. I hope this is enough to please you.
I say this because Dale wants me to poll you. I beg you please, please have just a little mercy on me. Dale wants me to fuck my own mother. He says it will prove my loyalty to him. Now as you know, I have no fondness for the drunken slut of a bitch, but still she is my mother and I can't bear to think of putting my cock into her cunt. I mean she gave birth to me. You have got to understand that and how I feel. Dale says I must prove I am loyal only to him and to no one else.
You know he already had me appear bare-assed in front of her and then just the other day he had me come out of the toilet naked with a hardon when she was drunk. That was the single worst thing I ever had to do, stand there with a hard on and let my mother look at me. Please guys, I beg you, think of your own moms. Think how you'd feel. I felt like my head was going to burst all crazy. She looked at me with obvious drunken lust.
She says something like “my haven't you grown up nice. I'll bet the little cunts just love that big piece of meat.”
I fucking ran out of the room. My mom was looking at my dick. The fucking bitch. Dale also says if I fuck her, he will have a nice hold over her so she can’t ruin our games or hurt my brother or sister. But God, I just can’t even bare to think of fucking her so maybe you could suggest something else instead to do.
Anyway, Dale wants you to write and vote on whether I should do it or not. Whether I should stick my teenage dick in my own mother's pussy. I hope you think carefully before you write back. Isn’t the situation with my brother and sister sick enough? What if my brother tries to get me to fuck my sister? I don't think she could even take my big dick. I am so in fear of that. This thing with my mom makes it fifty times worse.
So I am waiting to hear. Please, please go easy for a while in your suggestions and please don't punish me for begging. I am not trying to be a wimp and I am not complaining. I just need a little space and time. I need to get rid of some of the pain in my body and my head. Dale says am a spoiled little brat and need to be fucked up good. I can barely believe him when he says he is just getting started with me. Just as I cannot believe some of the things you have suggested already. I am thankful Dale has not implemented some of them.
Please write soon to me at email@example.com
Thank you sirs,
Asswipe Kip Ketter
Asswipe here. Well, I’ve got to say this for him, Dale is really smart. Maybe that's why I fell under his spell in the first place. He says our letters to you, even though they humiliated me terribly, have taught us both not only about us, but about you as well. He says people in general are fickle, frustrated, illogical idiots. This is his view, not mine. He says his stories and my letters have proven this.
He laughs at the “fuck my mom” controversy. He says a bunch of fucking perverts who live to jack off reading other people’s adventures seek out stories that explore every twisted, kinky, mind bending dick hardening new story with all kinds of sick shit in it and love it and send virtual love letters to the authors and the site. HOWEVER, WHEN A STORY TOUCHES ON ORDEALS WITH THAT ONE, THAT ONE SINGLE THING THAT REALLY TURNS THEM OFF, NO MATTER WHAT THAT MIGHT BE, .THEN THEY WRITE A LETTER SAYING IT’S DISGUSTING AND GOING TOO FAR AND THE WRITER IS THE SICK ONE!
He laughs and says what hypocrites you all are saying I should suck off dogs and get fucked by my little brother, but not fuck my mom. That’s horrible or that’s too much. Some of you say fuck your little sister, but don’t do piss and shit. Some of you say piss and shit are okay, but no tattoos or piercings, that’s awful. Some say incest is really sick, but bestiality is really hot. What a lot of crap it all is. Even the site moderators make rules based upon their own turn ons and offs.
Hey dudes, he says there is a very good reason we are all reading this stuff in the first place. We are all in the same boat and that boat is rowed by our dicks and whatever makes them hard coming from the current of our imaginations.
And who is caught in the middle of all this. Me. Eighteen-year-old Kip Ketter. Boy, did I make a mistake every getting into this, but now it’s too late. And most of you say Dale knows what’s best for me and that I am really an arrogant boy in need of training. Well, I am getting it. Since so many of you don’t want to hear me complain and whine, I won't. I will divide up my recent activities into two categories. I am trying to keep my mind clear and think straight. Although as many of you suggest, its best when I don’t think, just suck and fuck and follow orders.
First major long term projects:
Motherfucking: The vote is still out. It doesn’t look good for me and mom. I am not sure I can do this if I have to. I want to please Dale and the rest of you. Only about ten readers said do not fuck mom so far. Most say not only fuck her, but fuck her pregnant. If I got her drunk, could I put my dick in her? I guess I could. I have become such a fucking cunt, I guess I could do almost anything.
College: Dale says I must first be totally broken down before I can be rebuilt. I must be broken mentally and physically. That’s why he has to demand such awful things of me. Making me do things I like, things that I can tolerate will do no good. What will make me change? Only by making me do things that utterly disgust me can he help me to grow. I see the logic in this, and I can understand this, but each new command so scares and revolts me that I can't even function at times.
Dale has introduced me to doggie bowls. He has several bowls with my name on them. I am to eat all my meals out of these doggie bowls. He even has had me take two of them home for when I eat at my house. I am to kneel naked and eat out of the bowls without using my hands. I of course get the food all over my face.
Breakfast is to be cornflakes, but instead of milk, I am to use my morning piss on them. Have you ever eaten a bowl of cornflakes soaked in piss? Dale says I will come to love the flavor in time. The second doggie dish at his house is for liquid. It is filled with his piss or piss he gets from somewhere. The other day it was dog piss. I have to lap it up with my tongue. If I puke, I have to lick that up too. That’s a standing rule. Yesterday in the bowl with the piss, he also had cum, either his or someone else’s. There was a rubber floating in it and I had to suck the rubber clean. He also blew his nose in the bowl. I threw up and spent an hour trying to lick that up. Dale got so pissed off at me he shove the cattle prod up my asscunt and turned it on.
For dinner he serves me canned dog food. It’s the worst thing I have ever tasted. Dale says I will taste lots worse and I have to learn that my taste buds don’t matter anymore. Just the greasy look of the dog food is enough to make you wanna puke and I have to eat it. He says it’s perfectly good food and healthy for me and cheap and I’m not worth human food.
Dale has asked me to tell my brother about my eating habits now and ask him to piss in my doggie bowl at home. My brother thinks I’m so sick now he wants to have me committed He would if it wasn’t so much fun to torment me.
One of the readers suggested that Dale provide a two headed dildo and give it to my brother so I had to do that and he did have me shove one end up my asshole and then he shoved the other up my little sisters cunt. We had to fuck the dildo together.
Lots of my brother’s friends are now fucking my little sister and I know it is my fault. They are having lots of teenage fun plowing her pussy, asshole and mouth and unloading their sperm and, of course, she can’t get pregnant yet so it’s okay. I fear she will turn out to be a real slut. My brother says she enjoys it. Although I don’t see this. He says like all cunts, she has to learn how to take care of a guy’s dick.
My brother says I am a cunt too. That’s why I have to suck off all his friends. Yesterday he even ordered me to meet some of them at his school and I had to suck them off at lunch in the boys can. Dale says this is wonderful for me as I am learning how to serve true males. Wven though they are young, they are much more manly than a faggot cunt like me.
I was beaten up really badly at the gym yesterday. Dale ordered me to play with my dick in the steam room and a bunch of jocks came in. They really kicked and beat my poor bare-assed body. One of them shoved a bar of soap up my asshole. I was really wasted and freaked out. I was like in shock, but Dale says I did real good. He says it was real good of me and I did well. He says jocks need an outlet like that and it was right for me to provide them with my faggot ass to kick for their pleasure. He ordered me to go back to the gym tomorrow and find one of the guys. I can pick which one I want and beg that guy to let me suck his cock.
While doing my exercises, I had to wear a pink one-piece leotard with my dick and balls really showing through the sheer material. None of the girls or guys from my school days will even speak to me.
Dale shoved a toothbrush handle up my pisshole. I passed out, but then he ordered me to go home that way and show it to my brother. Of course, my darling brother insisted on fucking the toothbrush in and out of my pisshole until I was screaming with anguish. He then got another toothbrush from the bathroom and started to fuck my ass with it, brushing my rectum with the bristle. Then he made me brush my teeth with the one from my ass. I actually tasted some of my own shit and vomited. My brother roared with laughter and had to go fuck my sister he got so excited.
My fucking cunt of a mother was drunk again and kissed me with her mouth open and said what a nice handsome big boy I had become and how she enjoyed seeing me walking around the house dressed really comfortably and I knew what the bitch meant by that. How can she be such a fucking slut? She is currently fucking this twenty- three year old nigger. I mean no offence to decent blacks by saying that, but this guy is a nigger, a wiseass punk gang member kind of black kid. Is the entire world this fucked up or only my family? I hear them fucking in her bedroom and her screaming how she can't stand his big dick. Is it any wonder my little brother is such an asshole and fucking his own sister?
Last night Dale brought home five guys to fuck my ass and mouth. Five strange guys to shove their dicks in me. I had to lick their slimy pricks, lick their leaking piss holes, eat their asses, suck their balls and get fucked by them. They kept saying what a cute boy I was while they rammed their big dicks down my throat or up my sore ass. Then the worst, two of them forced their dicks up my asscunt at the same time. Dale says that just proves that my ass stretching exercises have paid off. For the first time ever he said he was proud of me and that we should work even harder and increase the exercises to get even better results. I was half sobbing and half thanking him for paying me some kind of compliment at last. My pussy is getting stretched agreeably to please him. He did say, of course, that he wants it a lot bigger. He said something about having a canine cunt, but I don’t know what that means.
He followed the game suggestions of another reader by making me strip naked in the parking lot at a motel and giving me a key for one of the rooms, but not telling me which room. Now it’s very cold here right now, with snow on the ground and there I was bare-assed naked in the cold and snow running from room to room trying the fucking key hoping nobody would come out and see me. When some guy did, he looked at me and I said I had locked myself out accidentally.
He said, “Yeah sure, you fucking pervert.”
I guess I am a fucking pervert, huh? I mean I've never been naked so much in my whole life or had so many other people see me naked. Dale says someday there will be a wonderful website devoted just to me and my degradation Guys will be able to email me just telling me what sick shit to do and I will do it, post pics of it and tell about it. The most disgusting suggestions will win prizes and my whole goal in life will be to do the most absolutely revolting acts, just to please others Things no human being in their right mind would ever do. Dale says this is just the beginning.
So keep your votes coming in. You know what I want, but my wants are not to be your primary concern. The primary concern is your pleasure and if it pleases you, I will do whatever you want.
Trying to be a better asswipe,
March 5, 2000
He is playing music for me. Insane Clown Posse. I don't know. I can't think of the name of the song, but you can buy it at your local store. The words in the song say, "Fuck your mother, fuck your sister, fuck your brother, fuck the world," and so on and so on four or five minutes of fucking everything you can think of. Dale plays it over and over for me. I have to wear headphones to listen to it all day while I clean the house or crawl around. It's a good song. Dale says it is a very good song and I must memorize the words. It's a good song.
Sorry I have not written before, but I have been very busy. Very good and very bad. Everything good and everything bad. I tried to run away. I told Dale I would not fuck my own mother. I know I'm a worthless, ungrateful piece of cunt meat, but I just got too scared. So I told dale that I was through, that I didn't want the college education, that I lost the bet and so there. I told him I wanted to go to live an average life. To try.
Sorry if I don't make much sense now. Dale told me it was too late, that I had made the deal and I couldn't quit even if I wanted to. He told me if I quit, he would release information to the cops on me having sex with my brother and since he is a minor, I would got prison. Also my sister. He said they would put me away for years and years. He also said he was putting some pictures of me on the internet to punish me and he might email dirty shots of me to everyone I ever knew like all the kids from my high school. So I can't quit. I have to finish out the whole year no matter what happens to me. I don't know what will happen to me anymore. I already did everything.
You see to punish me for trying to run away and quit, Dale made me take a shit on top of the toilet seat, with the toilet seat cover down. Then he made me eat my own shit. It took two hours. It was the worst thing I ever had to do. Dale says its real good for me, fuckholes like me have to learn to eat shit because when food gets expensive that way the master can eat and the fuckhole can live on his shit. He says next I have to eat his shit. I feel like it will probably kill me.
I don't care.
I fucked my mother. I don't care about anything. I am a motherfucker. That's what Dale calls me now, motherfucker. Am I making sense? Does this make sense? He made me do it. He made me fuck my own mother. All the letters, so many of them said I should do it. Said I was lower than a pig's cunt and I should have to put my dick into my own mother's pussy. So I did it. I got the bitch drunk and slammed her twat. I got myself drunk too so I wouldn't cry so much. A boy shouldn't cry when he is fucking his mother. And the horrible part was I began to enjoy it. When I was shoving my dick in and out, I began to enjoy it. She half liked it, half screaming I was her son and I should stop, then the bitch would hump onto my dick harder. She needed it good, I don’t know. Maybe that nigger isn't dicking her enough. Did she beg me to wear a rubber. Yes, of course. Did I wear a rubber? No, Dale wouldn't let me.
Oh, my God, oh my God, oh, my God ,oh, my God.
Then Dale had a long talk with my mother, told her shit about how he had pictures of me fucking her and how she could go to jail for her kid's behavior. He told her about my little brother, the fucker, screwing my little sister. She fucking freaked out. Then Dale told her that except for my brother, who was to be the head of the house, we all had to go around the house bare-assed naked at all times. Except for my fucking teenage brother, we all have to crawl. He is to be the master of the house.
Then Dale talked to my little brother, who seemed real happy. Then Dale made my baby sister and my mom have lesbian sex, sucking pussy and all. I couldn't stand even looking at it. Then my little brother wanted to fuck my mom and Dale says sure. Only I have to suck his ass while he's porking the old lady.
My brother loves to fart in my face while I am sucking on his ass. He is absolutely the sickest, dirtiest fourteen-year-old I have ever seen in my whole life. It’s like he has no morals at all. After my brother shot up the cunt of my sobbing mother, I had to suck his cum out of her pussy, like so many of you wrote and wanted me to do. I puked and Dale made me lick that up too.
My little brother now sleeps in my ma's big bed and my sister and my ma and me all have to sleep bare-assed in my little sister’s tiny bed. That's when I'm at home. I actually prefer to stay at Dale's now, and I do most of the time. My family is fucked. Hey, that's a good joke, don't you think?. My family is fucked. Dale says he might make me fuck my mom and sister pregnant.
He has ordered me to beg my little brother to let me eat his shit. He says its time I showed some proper respect around the house to my little brother. He ordered me to go to school with my little brother and carry his book bag for him. I had to wear just tiny shorts, a t-shirt and sandals, and it's cold here now. I had to carry his books, wait outside the school in the cold and then carry his books back home again.
My brother made me take the t-shirt off so I was walking home in just tiny bulging shorts and sandals and its fucking winter here. About a hundred kids laughed and yelled stuff at me. My brother thought it was so funny, he reached into his book bag and took out his dirty jockstrap from school. Then right in the middle of the playground with about a hundred high schoolers around, he ordered me to take off the shorts and change into his dirty jockstrap. I know, I know dudes, you can't imagine anyone making anyone do something like that. It's so disgusting, but remember this is a kid who wanted and did fuck his mom. He says that mom and sis are just “around the house cumdumps” for when he gets up and none of his girlfriends are available. He says every teenage boy needs a bunch of cumdumps waiting around for his spunk. Dale tells him he is absolutely right. That at fourteen, anytime night or day a guy needs his dick taken care of, there should be a cumdump handy.
So I had to walk the rest of the way home in just a jockstrap. I told Dale and he says my brother was awfully nice to provide his own dirty jock for me and I should be grateful he let me wear anything at all. He said if the police had stopped us, I would have been the one in trouble, not my little brother.
My mom is still allowed to get dressed to date her black boyfriend, but she has to fuck him away from the house. Dale told me the next time he comes over to pick her up, I am to act real flirty with the big black stud and see if he responds. I am to rub my balls and cock in front of him and walk around wearing only a pair of my little brother's underpants.
Somebody tell me please what kind of fucking whore I am becoming. I fucked my own mother for fuck's sake. I suck my brother's cock.
Eighteen. I sucked eighteen yesterday at the bookstore. Dale says I can do a lot better. I puked like crazy. I can taste cum and cock all the time in my mouth now and I smell the smell of men's asses and can't get rid of it. I can do better. But how? How much more cock can a human suck in a day? My voice is hoarse all the time from swallowing so many dicks. Dale says so what cocksucker's don't have to talk.
Guys seem to like my eighteen-year-old face cunt. I never had any idea that guys fuck so much. That they think about fucking and their dicks so much every day. It’s all my fucking brother does. Everything revolves around his fourteen-year-old dick. My little sister is getting fucked by at least eight guys from his school every day now. Nothing I can do about it. Sometimes I have to suck their teenage cocks until they are hard and ready to fuck and then again to clean the cunt slime off them with my mouth.
Dale is really upset because he says my asspussy has been neglected in the last weeks and we really have to get a program organized to get me fucked more. My brother still doesn’t want to fuck my ass, thinks its queer or something, but he loves to watch me dildo fuck myself and his little friends love to watch it too. They have gobbing contests and spit on me and call me names while I ass fuck myself for them on big rubber dildos. Those fourteen year olds say they have never seen an asshole stretch so large, but Dale says it’s pathetic how little my cunt has been stretched and he's embarrassed for me. He says it needs lots more stretching, but I don't know how much more it can possibly take. Dale says he won’t be happy until my asshole looks just like a whore's pussy after a night of fucking. I sent some of you who asked photos of me showing my asshole. Well, that was a while ago.
Oh, Dale wanted me to offer pictures to you of me eating the shit off the toilet seat. Anybody want some? You have to send me your address though cause Dale still doesn’t have a scanner. I don't know why anybody would want a photo like that anyway. I mean I've got shit all over my face. I mean, I'm a good looking guy I think, but not like that, that's gross.
I don't know. I don't know anything anymore.
Why would anybody want a photo of an eighteen-year-old guy eating shit? It was so awful that when I look at the photo, I can still taste it. The shit I mean. It seems like I can still taste it. I just gag sometimes for no reason. I guess I just remember it. Dale says maybe some shit mixed in with my dog food would get me used to the taste and then I would stop being such an ungrateful bitch.
I pray he doesn't mix shit in with my dog food. It's like all I've got. I mean, I can eat the dogfood now. I have gotten used to the taste, which Dale says proves that I can get used to anything. I swear Dale looks for the most greasy disgusting dog food for me to eat. I can handle that, but not if he mixes shit in with it. I can't handle that. I can't take that.
I have to fuck my mother again tonight. Not drunk this time. Dale wants us to be aware of exactly what we are doing. My mom begged him, but no good. I actually felt sorry for the bitch. Dale says it's a bonding thing. We were never close as mother and son, so he says he wants to help us get close.
Oh, some of you have been asking about the condition of my pisshole. Well it’s about three-fourths of an inch now, but Dale says he wants my peehole so stretched that he can stick up finger up inside my pisser. Every time I just start to think the pain is getting less and my dick may be healing, he shoves something larger up there. My brother thinks it hysterical. I don't understand how my pain can be so humorous to him. He says it’s cause I am a faggot piece of shit.
I have not been to the health club this week, too busy, but Dale says we will make up for it. He says he has some real fun games in mind. Dale says he never wants me to be bored. While I write this, I've got a pair of Dale's climbing boots hanging from my balls, and I've got rubber bands on my sow nipples and other rubber bands on my asslips to make them more like cuntlips. Oh yeah, I need a haircut.
March 20, 2000
Hello, it's me, the motherfucker;
I'm used to it now. Fucking my own ma. I've fucked her in the ass and mouth and cunt. I've rammed her so hard I thought my dick would burst through her fucking bitch body. I'm a motherfucker. Dale made me into one. He says it's what I deserve and it's good for me. So I guess it is. Guess I'll get punished for saying I guess it is. I should say “yes sir” to anything Dale says is right. What do I know anymore? I'm a motherfucking pig.
I do fun things for Dale's videos. I pull back and shoot my load all over the bitch's face. I suck my cum out of her cunt and asshole. I'm being well trained. But not arrogant. No sir. Every time I think I am good at something, anything at all, even something little like taking a piss, Dale shows me that I am a real fuck up and don't know what the fuck I am doing. I don't even fuck my ma right. Dale has to show me how. My little brother fucks my ma too. He doesn’t much care for her old twat he says, but he does it once and a while just to show his power and to show me how a real man fucks. He is fourteen, but he knows how to fuck pussy much better than I do.
It was real funny. My little brother got in trouble in school for feeling some girl's cunt between classes so my Ma had to go to school to see the principal. My brother made my ma wear this really short skirt and no bra so her nipples showed through and no panties. He made me go along to drive and in the car on the way to the school he sat in back fingering my ma's cunt until it was running fuckslop. That’s how she had to go into the school to defend her precious son.
I also have to lick my brother's balls and ass while he fucks mom, then lick his dick clean after and also suck the cum out of her cunt. It’s so gross I can hardly write about it, but it’s all become insanely routine. I hardly even get the shakes anymore. Dale is right, a cunt pig like me can get used to anything and everything. I do hope you readers out there see the progress I've made since my last few letters. Even Dale complements me on my progress. He says even stupid dumb asshole cunt pigs need to be told when they are doing well. Of course I can never do well enough, there is always improvement to be made.
I ate my brother's shit. I told you last time Dale made me beg him for it. Well I did. At first he hit me in the gut and kicked my balls and called me a filthy pervert, but then he thought about it and thought it would be a real kick so he shit into the toilet and then made me kneel and eat his turds out of the toilet. I puked, so he whacked my ass with his belt until it was black, red and swollen. I learned to eat shit real good. Dale was proud of me and decided to see how well I had done so he squatted over my face and took a shit into my open mouth. I had to hold the turd in my mouth so he could see it. See me suck on the turd, then chew it and then swallow. It took two days of lots of shit eating, but I am at last getting used to it. If you completely ignore the horrible smell and the awful taste, kind of like burnt ashes or something, and if you don't think about the fact that it is coming out of a guy's asshole, it’s not so bad after a while. Of course, this is difficult to do when the dude is squatting right over your face.
So anyway, I reported to school the next day to carry my brother's books home for him and he told me to follow him back into the school, which was strange cause I already graduated. He took me to the boy's room and showed me a stall with an overflowing toilet that would not flush. It was filled with dark, runny shit and toilet paper.
He smile at me real nice and then he said, "Chow down."
I must have looked at him funny cause he slapped me real hard.
"Do you want me to tell Dale you disobeyed? Now get down on your hands and knees and eat the shit out of the toilet."
Well I still can't believe any human being could make another do something like that. Dale says it’s okay cause I'm not human, I'm subhuman, and it’s just what I need. Dale says nothing is to disgusting or drastic for me. That's the whole point, to try to think of the most revolting things on earth and then make me do them.
Dear God, I'm only a teenager. What is going to happen to me? I sat on the bathroom floor and sobbed and some teenage boys walked in and laughed at me when my brother told them I was going to eat shit cause I loved it so much. I stuck my face into the toilet and actually ate the strange, runny shit. Dale says I've got to learn to eat shit with enthusiasm, with a cheerful attitude, grateful for the gift from some dude's hunky ass, but I don't know if I will ever be able to do that.
Honest to God man, when I was seventeen, I used to read this kind of shit on the internet and I thought it was all made up. I never believed any of this crap could actually happen to a guy and now here I am, my life turned upside down and my whole fucking head fucked up real bad and doing the sickest shit while telling myself it’s what I deserve and it’s good for me.
Aw fuck man, I just don't know.
My body is getting all fucked up too. Dale says my body is to please him and it should be however he likes it to be. He can stick his little finger up my pisshole now. My urethra he calls it. It’s so stretched he can actually stick his little finger into the piss slit. I fucking can't believe it.
My nipples look like udder tips. Dale says like pregnant sow tits. That’s the way he wants them. I don't know why. Why would a guy want another guys nipples to look like big, fat, sow tits full of milk? But he does. He says they will get a lot larger still. They will stick out so much I won't ever be able to go without a shirt and they will show through any thin shirt or pullover. He uses some kind of suction device on them and on my cock too. My cock also gets really huge and bloated, almost grotesque looking. Hess does this to me just before he takes me to the health club so everyone stares at me with this huge, grotesque, bloated, fucking dick and these fat, long nipples.
Guys at the health club now treat me like a fucking slut slop, sow slave. They throw their dirty jockstraps onto the floor and tell me to pick them up and put them in their lockers. They leave hair in the sink and tell me to clean it out for them. Dale says I should show some respect and lick it out of the sink. Some guys have quit the club, changed clubs or come at different hours when I am not there. Other guys love to make fun of me and abuse me and they come to the club especially to see me and humiliate me.
The other day we were in the pool swimming and suddenly Dale told me to remove my trunks. Now the pool is co-ed, guys and girls, and there were lots of teenagers there. He took my trunks and just left. Left me in the pool bare-assed naked. I didn't know what to do. I stayed there for three hours praying he would come back. He didn't.
Finally I asked for the manager from the pool and explained that I had lost my trunks. I knew I couldn’t blame Dale or I would be punished. The manager, who was Dale's pal, just said tough luck. I begged for a towel or something. Finally, I had to walk from the pool to the locker room bare-assed covering my balls and cock with my hand.
Everyone laughed and pointed. Well, Dale had stored all my clothing in his locker and taken it home with him when he left so I was in the locker room bare-assed naked with no clothes. I just sat and sobbed. I didn’t know what the fuck to do. Finally, one guy handed me a note in an envelope, a note from Dale. It gave me another locker number and said some clothes were in there. Well, I opened the locker and found a skirt and blouse and a pair of large high-heeled shoes along with a note from Dale saying I should put these on and take the bus home. There was a purse with bus fare in it. I wanted to die. Honest to God, I wanted to die. It was worse than fucking my fucking mother for some reason. I don’t know why.
By the time I got home I was in a state of shock, crying uncontrollably. Dale thought it was very funny and fucked my ass while I still wore the skirt. He pulled on my big nipples and twisted them while he rammed his big dick up my cunt and because I was such a good boy, he gave me a special treat for supper, a broiled horse cock. Honest to god, he got a cock from some dead horse and he broiled it and I had to actually eat the fucking horse cock. It was all muscle and stringy, but the meat ended up okay. He covered it with cum sauce and to drink I had a wine glass full of dog piss. I fucking don't even care how bad things taste anymore and Dale says that’s good. He says my taste doesn’t count for fuck and the only thing that counts is me eating everything I'm told to. To prove this he blew his nose in a tissue and then told me to eat it.
I have big rubber bands on my nipples now to really fuck them out and Dale is working on stretching my asshole lips so they look like pussy lips. From the moment I wake up until the moment I fall into an exhausted sleep, my life is constant sex and fuck. Sex and fuck, everything that happens to me somehow involves sucking and fucking and sex and sadism and master and slave Every second and I guess that's how it’s going to be.
Dale just informed me that due to the huge number of requests from readers, I am to fuck my mother and sister both pregnant.
God Help Me.
May 9, 2000
I'm writing this letter for Kip as he is unable at the present time to form complete sentences. He's pretty much an eighteen-year-old fucked up, washout, which is of course what we wanted all along. Now he's free of all mental and physical restrictions and will pretty much do and think whatever I tell him. This will probably be my last letter about Kip at least for some time as he is not in any condition to write and I am having serious trouble getting my stuff posted, so if you are interested in Kip’s development, perhaps you should just email me for further updates.
So much has happened that this letter will be pretty much a simple list of events that have helped the Kipper along on his road to self-discovery and his journey to become a total fuck slut, slave cunt.
College is pretty much out of the question now, even though I know It was the reason he first signed on to my little project. Well, it’s difficult for the cunt to go to college when he only thinks about sucking dick and taking it up the ass. I mean it wouldn’t be safe for the other college students. He'd probably crawl over to them in the classroom and bury his face in their dick bulges. No, I think Kip will be much happier just being a studly, fuck whore toy.
He is if possible even more beautiful than ever. The rather vacant dumb look on his face gives him a jock look that I like. I went to Thailand boy fucking for a few weeks and left Kip with a pal of mine who owns five dogs. Five big male dogs. You can imagine the fun and training Kip got. He lived with the dogs in a fenced in area next to the garage and those damn monster canines are always fuck horny or so my pal says. Shit, I've seen the dirty, pink pricks on those beasts. Awesome. Well, Kip had lots of fun or so my pal said Kip himself didn’t say much.
Kip's asshole looks a lot like a cunt now. It’s pretty much permanently open with the asslips looking like clit flesh. It still gives a tight fuck though because of the daily hole exercises I give Kip. Kip watches no TV except for gay porno videos to learn technique. Kip is allowed no reading material except for porno mags and porno books. He has to describe in detail the cocks of the boys in the porno rags If his descriptions of their dicks isn’t perfect, he gets punished.
Oh, we had a celebration. Kip finally got his mommy pregnant so we had a party. Mommy cried a lot and didn’t seem to happy. Kipper cried too and was sullen, but I had a very good time. Now that she craves her own son's dick, I've forbidden mommy to have it any more. It’s driving the crazy cunt nuts. In fact I've forbidden her any dick until after she delivers her son’s child. She’s begged me for an abortion, but I don’t believe in such nasty things.
What about her nigger boyfriend you are asking. Well, he certainly needs his sex so I’ve introduced him more intimately to Kip’s little sister. He seems to approve of the change and his big fat black dick seems comfortable in the little girls snatch.
Kips brother blew a gasket cause the little cunt was his property or so he thought so I had to step in for the first time and beat the shit out of the little brat. I told him his days of ordering his brother and sister were over. I slapped his teenage face silly and then made him suck my cock for good measure. This boy is one hundred percent straight and sucking my dick was the worst thing he ever had to do in his whole life. It was a lousy suck, but it was a good lesson for the kid. I told him if he didn’t shape up, I’d be fucking his asshole. The fucking brat doesn’t come around much when I'm over there. I also had Kip's mom's black boyfriend introduce sis to some of his friends, nine or ten of them, just so the little girl has a hobby. She still can’t get pregnant, but we’re hoping any day now the miracle will happen.
Kip is doing some community service himself. I had him knock on the door of the clubhouse of a notoriously dangerous black gang and say he wanted to be of service to them as he felt America had shafted the black people. He offered to clean their clubhouse and run errands for them and "anything they wanted." Kip was dressed in a tight pair of running shorts and nothing else when he did this. Then when he was cleaning the bathroom, he suggested that maybe he could get the toilet cleaner if he licked it. Well that gave them the whole picture. He didn’t even have to explain anything further. He became their slave at once. He had to lick their dirty feet clean, suck their big black dicks after they fucked their girlfriends and clean their asses with his tongue. You name it. They get adventurous each Wednesday. That's his community service day when he is the black gang's mascot. They have recently asked if he could serve them Mondays as well. I don’t see why not.
Gay Pride Fest is coming up in our fair city and I am going to open a booth advertising my work, but really the purpose for the booth is going to be so Kip can kneel in back and suck dick all day. Any guy at Pride Fest and there will be hundreds of thousands, who wants a free cocksuck can just step right up.
His lips are always a little swollen now, like his asshole, but it makes him even cuter. His tits are like the rubber nipples from a baby bottle. I find that attractive and love to lead him around by strings attached to his sow teats.
For those of you interested in sheer numbers, Kip gets fucked about twenty times a day now on an average. He sucks anywhere from twenty-five to forty dicks a day. I'm sure we can do better if we get him going earlier in the morning and double and triple fuck him sometimes. I mean no reason he can’t have a dick in his pussy and mouth and be frigging one off at the same time, getting the one in his hand ready for his face cunt. He is so damn cute it’s easy to find gents who want to use and abuse him.
Sometimes we dress Kip in a diaper and make him shit and piss into it. It’s real cute. Speaking of that, he has improved considerably as a shit eater and piss drinker. He had some trouble for a while eating, especially the shit of strange guys or sucking strange turds out of public restroom toilets, but we worked hard for a few weeks with a belt and a paddle and the electric cattle prod and some safety pins. I am proud to say Kip conquered that task as well and now he eat shit with the best of the fuckboy, shit slave cunt toys.
In fact, I can’t think of anything Kip won’t do to please me. I'm getting bored. The thrill and challenge is gone. Maybe I'll give Kip to a friend of mine or to the black gang and start in on his fucking arrogant, little brother.
Now there would be a challenge. Kips fucked up, dysfunctional family is just too much fun to forget about and leave alone. I have to at least keep my hand in and I'd love to keep my hand in little brother’s hunky, tight, teenage ass. I can get both hands up Kip’s ass now with very little problem. He could very easily fucking deliver a baby.
In fact, I thought of making a video of Kip delivering a baby. How? Shove a doll up his asshole and then make him shit it out. A handsome eighteen-year-old boy delivering a baby out of his ass, don’t you think that would be a cute video? Those of you who saw the photos of Kip’s asshole know how cute it is. Soon he'll be able to deliver something out of his pisshole too, it’s stretched really fucking big.
You know its really funny, any chick or guy who might see Kip out in public like at a pub or restaurant (not that he’s allowed to go) would think what a handsome normal hunky male, good looking, muscular and athletic. They would have no idea that he was a fucked up mindless cocksucking, cunt assed, piece of fuckslop meat. That he has his balls beaten nightly. The he ruts with animals. That he eats shit. The next time you see some really cute, hunky guy at the mall or on the street, look closely. Maybe he has a secret life. Maybe he is some dudes fuck slave.
I am always looking for new toys. Any of you boys out there interested? Or maybe you have a little brother you just can’t stand who needs to be brought down a peg or two. I'm very good at what I do.
I am talking to a doctor pal of mine who is a hypnotist. He's the doctor I based that hypnosis story on a while back. I'm talking to him about regressing Kip’s mental age and always making him really completely addicted to cock, like some folks are to cigarettes or dope. You know, so he needs to have a cock like every hour so he goes nuts if he doesn’t have a dick in his mouth. Wouldn’t that be hot? We don’t know if it’s really possible. We know we can make him crave cock, but we aren't sure to what extent. I would love him to need, need until it ached, every single cock that passed him on the street.
He has already been trained to stare only at dick lumps, never at faces. He has also been trained to rub himself publically whenever he approaches a cute guy. That’s right he stands there on the street or in the mall rubbing his dick and staring at the guy’s cock lump. You can imagine the reaction he gets, especially from guys with their chicks. He got the shit beat out of him twice last week, but who the fuck cares.
You see these are conditioned behaviors taught through the threat of punishment. I want him to feel constant cock need deep inside –deep, deep inside in his very core. I want his soul to be cock crazy. His face is so fucking cute with his swollen lips, so all American boy, which I love to see wrapped around a dick. Don’t you who have his pics agree?
By the way, I have made arrangements to meet with Kip’s cunt of a little brother to go over his report card. The boy may need a father figure in his life after all. Now that mommy is getting ready to drop another litter. Strict discipline may be in order for the teenage fuck. I don’t know. I don’t know if I will write about what happens either because Kip’s brother being young and all it might be verboten. Nonetheless, the boy has a bouncy fuckiness about him that really needs slapping down and considering that he abused Kip and fucked his own little sister mercilessly and had his friends do it as well, I say no punishment is too severe for the fucking asswipe. Don’t you agree? And man has he ever got a tight little ass on him too.
So that’s it from our happy, little family. Won’t you write me and let me know how your happy, little family is doing? Maybe we can exchange letters or photos, after all the family that fucks together and sucks together…
This is the start of a kind of diary dale has ordered me to keep about what he calls my wonderful adventures. He will fix up most of the spelling, but that's all he will change so some sentences maybe won't make as much sense as they could. Dale says my mind is a fucked up as my body and that's the way I am supposed to be. I’m sorry I could not write any letters for a long time, but I was pretty much out of it. I mean I couldn't think straight or talk or anything. I just cried all the time night and day. Dale says I was just being selfish and needed more punishment. He always knows what’s best for me.
It looks like I won't be going to college in fall after all, even though that was our deal when I agreed to be a slave for a year. Dale says no college would take a cunt like me the way I am right now, and I guess he's right. So, after all this is over, I maybe am going to rest for a year or so and then see what’s up. I know I couldn’t handle college right now because my mind is really fucked. Dale says my personality is much better this way and I am a much better person than I was before. He made me get a summer job as he says I am a lazy scumbucket and should help to support our home. He got me a job in this porno bookstore. I work there every day from ten in the morning until ten at night. I stay bare-ass naked there and any guy who wants to play with me can, but that's not my job. That's just a bonus. My job is to go into each and ever video booth and look for pecker tracks. You know where guys shoot their loads on the floor or against the walls while watching videos. I have to lick up all the cum tracks, so the booths are clean. I’m not crazy about the job as I don’t like to lick the gritty and slimy floor, but dale says it is a really nice job and I should be grateful.
Sometimes the owner of the store, a friend of dale, makes me do jack off shows for the guys or lets them gang fuck me. Sometimes he will make me demonstrate the sex toys in the store. Gay Pride Fest is coming up this weekend, and dale has worked out a deal to have me behind the wall in one of the men's toilets with a hose from the urinals to my mouth. I’ll be drinking the piss of hundreds of men all day. I hope I can take it all. Dale says the piss will go right in and right out of me. He says the only problem will be swallowing fast enough so that the urinals on the other side of the wall don’t overflow. I hope to god that I can drink that much piss. Dale is also raffling off my ass and mouth for fucks, and the money goes to ACRW. I try to do a good job at everything he tells me to do, but I get so fucking worn out I can hardly go on. I know that I am young and in good shape, but I just get so tired I can't move or talk or suck or hump my pussy right or anything.
My mom is now three months pregnant with my baby. Now that she is carrying and it’s too late to worry, of course, she wants my dick all the time. Imagine wanting her own son’s cock. Well, now dale won’t let her have it. He makes me play with it in front of her and rub my big dick across her face, but he won’t let her have it. The fucking slut needs sex constantly, so it drives her nuts. Dale won’t let her boyfriends fuck her either. He says if she disobeys, he will report to the police that she fucked her own son and corrupted her children. She’s so stupid and such a cunt that she believes him. He does allow her to masturbate him and some of his pals and lick the cum off her hand.
My little sister just turned eleven and recently just had her first period, so now dale makes me fuck her every day. It feels so strange banging my own sister, having my dick in her, but I treat her a lot better than my brother did so she doesn’t mind me fucking her. In fact, I think she loves it. Of course, she cries and begs that she doesn’t want to get pregnant. Imagine having a baby at eleven or twelve. That is exactly what dale wants, so he keeps me plowing her. She sometimes says my dick is too big, but what can I do?
I hate fucking my mom and sister, but I have to obey what dale tells me. He knows what is best for me. For a long time, I fought against fucking my family. I begged dale. I refused. I still have some of the scars on my back and ass globes from dales punishments. I know that I have no right ever to refuse to do anything he tells me. So many of you guys who have written to me have told me that I was arrogant and stupid and that dale was only trying to help me. I guess I, at last, got the message, because now I pretty much do everything he tells me right away. I keep thinking if any of the kids who knew me back in school could see me now. I wonder if they would even recognize me. I mean I don’t look too different, but I sure as hell behave differently.
My nipples stand out over an inch now like huge pencil erasers. Dale injects them with something to make them really sensitive, so I can’t even stand to wear a shirt. Of course, when he plays with them, I go nuts the feeling is so intense. I really think I will lose my mind. Dale has had ball bearings put in my nut sack, so my balls hang lower and heavier. This doctor friend of his put a little slit in the back of my bag and they dumped ball bearings into the sack. The ball bearings were treated with something so that I won’t get an infection, but they feel really heavy and move around when I crawl.
I was punished really severely by dale for mouthing off to him. I was scared, so I told him that my arrangement with him didn't allow him to mutilate my body and now my tits and balls were really grotesque. He said nobody in their right mind would ever want my fucking body anyway and I should be thankful he is trying to improve me. Dale got so angry that to punish me, he made me suck off a dog. He said even dogs are too good for me and don’t really want to shoot off in me.
Have any of you guys ever sucked dog dick? It tastes really bitter, and the cock is all spotted and greasy and stinks really badly. And dogs like cum constantly. There is this constant flow of fuck. I got really sick the first time, so dale made me do it five more times until I got to be able to do it with a cheerful proper attitude. He says next the dog will fuck my pussy, and then he wants me to introduce the dog to my little sister. It’s so sick that I can hardly even think about it. I’ll probably get punished for saying that one of dale’s ideas is sick. That’s not exactly what I mean. It’s just that I feel so fucking warped. I guess I am. I mean what kind of human would do this kind of stuff, and I have no will to resist him anymore.
You know dale uses me to experiment on for some of his stories. In one recent story, he stuck a toothbrush handle up a guy’s dick. Someone wrote to him that that’s not possible. Let me tell you it is possible. Dale did it to me. He made me crawl around for days with a toothbrush up my pisshole. My piss hole is stretched really big now. Whenever I get an infection, dale’s friend, who is a doctor, fixes me up. I truly wonder what the fuck will be left of me by the time I’m twenty, but dale says we still have a long way to go in my training.
A few weeks ago—and I got really sick from this—dale stuck my dick and balls into a jar filled with wasps. It was the most horrible painful thing I ever had to endure. He had a doctor there to help. But the stings, the welts, and the swelling made my dick looked like a football. It looked so funny that dale had to call his pals over to see it.
Some of you have been wondering what happened to my brother. Well, dale gave him to a gang of black guys for the summer. They’re going to make him their mascot. Dale knows the most interesting people. Dale assured me that when we get him back from Chicago that he’d be as well behaved as I am. I can’t imagine my brother being a well-trained slave.
Not that I should brag, I fuck up all the time. Yesterday I got the soles of my feet beaten with a rod for not licking the knot on the dog dick after I sucked off the dog. Dale said that was rude of me. I may be hard to believe that a healthy teenage guy can actually get used to sucking off dog cock, but it’s true. Or maybe I am not so healthy. Perhaps I am a freak, a fucking cunt freak, a dick hole, a slop bucket. After all, I crawl under dogs and lick their balls while guys watch me and laugh.
Dale keeps threatening that he is going to make me eat the shit out of a dogs ass. I can’t even think about that. Sometimes, when things are too awful or horrible to imagine, I just put them from my mind, like when dale says he’s going to cover my body with honey this summer and then dump a whole shit load of ants on it.
Oh, he had my tongue pierced. He says it feels good when I suck dick and when I talk when I am allowed to, I’ll sound like a lisping fag.
Dale also asked me to ask you to submit any ideas you have for my future training. I will update this diary regularly.
Your twat brained, dicksucker, asshole cunt slop licking piece of shit,
July 20, 2000
Well, this is the second part of the new diary Dale is making me write to keep accurate record of all of my adventures. Dale says someday I will look back on this with happy memories. If I can even read anymore then. It is getting harder to read and write. Dale says its cause my mind is getting so fucked up. The only reading Dale ever allows me are fuck stories from the internet, mostly his own. He says that is all the education a nineteen-year-old fuck pig needs. Dale says if he ran a school, he would let boys of twelve to eighteen only read fuck stories. He says it would keep all the shit out of their heads and keep them thinking about the right stuff. Same with movies, the only videos I am allowed to watch are fuck videos. I have to do very detailed reports to Dale on the fuck movies on everything that happens and on the sizes of the guys’ dicks and stuff.
Now he makes my sister watch them too. I miss never seeing a movie with a real story, but Dale says I should be grateful I get to watch any videos at all. Sometimes if we are real good, Dale will let me and my little sister watch some MTV and we have to talk about the cocks on the boy singers and what we imagine they will look like and how and who they fuck and shit like that. I have been fucking my sister four times a day for the last few weeks and at last, the little cunt is pregnant. Dale was real happy. My baby sister was not. Now my mom and sister are both pregnant from my dick.
Dale still won’t let my mom get fucked and it is driving the old bitch crazy. He’s got her begging for cock. He did let her suck off a dog. He also then taught my little sister the fine are of doggie sucking.
Speaking of that, I have been sucking horse dick as you know. He took me out to this farm for my birthday, and I had to suck horse dick. Now I go out there twice a week and have to suck the dicks of three horses each time. Do you have any idea what that is like? I mean I don’t even feel one bit human any more, no wonder my fucking mind is all fucked up.
The horse is in a kind of special stall with one side plexi – whatever the fuck it’s called plastic kind of glass. That’s so guys can watch. The horse is fixed so he can’t move much and trample me or nothing. I have to first kneel down and lick the horse’s balls until the dick comes out of the sheath. I hate it most when other guys watch, but Dale says pigs like me should be on display as that’s all we are good for.
Then I have to lick the long, ugly, leathery, spotted, greasy horse dick until it is real hard. Then I have to suck on the cockhead and pump the prick stalk until the horse unloads. I have to swallow as much of the cum as possible. Horses really spray a gallon of cum. It’s awful. Dale says it is good vitamins for me and I should not be so ungrateful.
The worst part is often after a horse will cum, he’ll piss. Of course, it is only polite for me to drink the horse piss too. I can't take it all though and the horse piss tastes so awful.
I keep hoping some nice reader will write to Dale asking him to go a bit easy on me. I mean I am doing the best I can, but it’s not possible to swallow all the horse piss, there is just too much. My stomach would burst. And the power of the piss spray is like a fucking firehose.
Am I being an ungrateful whining whelp like Dale says? If I am then I will be punished again, I know.
Dale says my body is such a fucking mess that I am only fit to be fucked by animals. In the mirror, I still look young and muscular, but I know what he means. My eyes are all glassy and unfocused. It’s very hard to think straight. Writing this diary stuff is taking hours.
My asshole is so stretched from all the stuff Dale has fucked me with that sometimes I can't even hold my shit in. It just drops right out. That is so totally embarrassing, I want to die. Dale and his friends think it is real funny.
I dream I am an ordinary nineteen-year-old dude just like other guys. I want that so bad, but I guess I fucked up big time and now it will never be mine. I look into the mirror and like I say, my face is still handsome and my body strong, but my tits are freaky. Dale put suction like things on them and they now stand out two inches. It’s like some kind of freak show thing. I mean I can hardly stand to look at them. You've never seen nipples like mine except on a cunt or on an animal. My balls also hang really low now and swing in this stretched out sack.
When Dale takes me swimming at the public pool, all the guys stare at me like I am a freak. Well I guess I am. Dale makes me wear the smallest, white speedo swimsuit I have ever seen. It’s almost like a thong. Everyone at the pool laughs and makes fun of me. I can hear them. Some guys reported to a lifeguard that a pervert like me should not be allowed into a public pool with kids, but what can they do?
I want to just hide, but of course, Dale makes me parade back and forth across the pool area and sit with my legs spread right in front of gangs of teenage boys. Many girls I used to know go to the pool and they point at me and laugh while they talk to their boyfriends.
In the locker room, one of the guys very loudly said, “Did you guys see the tits on that one boy, oops sorry, girl?"
Its times like that I wish I were dead. Then in front of the mirror in the locker room with lots of little boys and their dads watching, Dale makes me shave my balls.
Yesterday Dale took me to a shopping mall. All I was allowed to wear was a small pair of yellow silk shorts that showed my entire dick and balls through the material, a pair of thong sandals and a loose strap tee shirt that barely came below my nips. The shorts were so low you could almost see the top of my dick root, but I couldn’t pull them up any higher because they were so small. Part of my asscrack showed in the rear. Of course, everyone stared at me, especially at my dick root. The old ladies said I looked obscene.
Dale forced me to go up to gangs of little boys, boys of about eleven or twelve and hand them photos of me sucking horse dick. I had to announce to the boys that I was an animal lover and they should love their animals too. Some of the boys ran away laughing or yelling. Others stood and looked at my dick bulge. Most said the photos were gross, but put them in their pockets. Dale says all little boys have dirty thoughts and they would go home and whack off to those photos.
We have heard nothing from my brother all summer, but Dale did show me a photo of him with a big, black cock in his mouth and another up his ass so I guess he is getting his too. I can't really feel sorry for him after he was such a fucking bastard to me and my sister. It seems like everybody's lives are so fucked up. I don't get it. Dale tells me not to think about it, just be a good pig and do what I am told.
I still have my job at the porno bookstore, and it seems to be going okay. I lick the cum from the floor and sometimes suck dick and get fucked. For a buck, the owner allows guys to piss in my mouth. Guys actually come in to ask when I will be working so I guess I am popular. I have never been that popular before so it actually feels kind of cool. Dale says that it’s cool too since I am learning to be proud of my piginess and that I am at last learning my proper place in life.
I don’t like it though when he lets guys take dumps in my mouth. I guess I still have to work at that. Dale says I have no right to ever resist anything a guy wants to do to me no matter how disgusting. One night a guy brought in a really filthy jockstrap. It was stiff with cum and piss and I don’t know. Well, the guys made me suck it clean. That started a kind of contest. Who could bring in the dirtiest jockstrap for me to suck clean.
Dale and the guys are always thinking up fun stuff to play with me. Dale says I should be eternally grateful that somebody cares enough about a slug like me to even take time with me. I guess he's right. No, sorry, I know he's right. I am just a fucking cockwhore. I could never even hold a decent job, like a waiter in a restaurant. Who would want a piss slut, even a nice looking one to wait on them?
Dale says his next step is for me to think of pain and pleasure as the same thing so he is starting to whip my ass every day. He says I am very sensitive to pain and it will take a lot of work on part to be able to handle all the pain he has planned for me. Although nothing has been worse so far than the pain of being fist fucked. I feel like my whole insides are being ripped out. Dale says I look real sexy with my legs spread, arching my feet, with my ass up and my hole wide open with an arm up it. Dale says there is hardly any of the stuck up eighteen-year-old punk he first met left in me.
Oh one last thing, I have to go to the dentist today. Dale says he will also use the opportunity to enlarge the piercing through my tongue. He wants me to really lisp like a fucking sissy. The other night Dale let a gang of black dudes beat me up. He watched so nothing got too out of hand. They shoved the toes of their shoes up my ass, kicked me in the nuts, punched me in the stomach and slapped my face and spit on me, stuff like that. Mild pain training, Dale calls it. They twisted my arms behind my back until I was sure they would break and slapped my balls as hard as they could. My nose and lip were bleeding and my body was turning black and blue.
Well quite by accident, I turned my head to avoid a blow, something I am not supposed to ever do. I must learn to take my beatings and to welcome them. Well, I turned my head and caught an elbow in the mouth, which broke a tooth. Well both to fix the tooth and to punish me for turning my head to avoid a blow, Dale is taking me to his friend the dentist. I don’t mind telling you that I am scared shitless of the pain. This guy straps me into a chair naked and then goes to work on my teeth with a drill. He allowed no painkillers while he drilled against my nerves for hours. To rinse the mouth out, he gobs in my mouth.
Dale says please write with any further suggestions you might have for my education. I would like to know from any of you out there who have experience in this field. If there is a limit of some sort that a guy can take, you know is there like a limit to the humiliation and abuse after which I will, like totally, lose my mind or become retarded for life or something? I feel so close to that edge now. I want to know.
Also, what about my little sister getting pregnant at eleven. I mean can she have the baby and all? I mean she just had her first periods a month or so ago and here she is pregnant already. Will it like damage her internally or anything? She is so fucking small that my dick hardly fits in her pussy.
How can I explain how I feel? Like each day is part of one long nightmare. Oh shit, I can’t even think straight to write. Dale has to fix the typing the best he can cause hands shake so I can hardly even do the work Of course, I have to sit at the computer bare-assed with my legs spread and a big dildo up my ass while I write to you.
Actually, I don’t mind the big fucking dildos anymore because I am used to the pain and they keep the ass slime from running out of my stretched out cunthole. Dale feeds me dog food, you know, and it give me the runs. I cannot hold my shit in very well any more. Everyone laughs at me all the time. It’s one of the most humiliating things to happen to me. Dale says it’s a good thing as it shows real progress on my part. He says a completely fucked up pig animal should just lose his shit wherever he must shit, of course he should then lick it up so as not to leave a mess. Between my sow nipples and my loose asscunt, I will probably never be able to go out in public again unless I have some corrective surgery or something.
My mom has started to get milk in her tits. This is a new horror, as every day Dale orders me to suck my mother’s tits empty. I curl up like a little baby and suck the milk out of my own mother’s tits while my little sister curls up and sucks my dick at the same time. Of course, I am not allowed to cum. Because I am not a baby, at least not physically, and because Dale orders me to suck hard, my mother’s tits are getting all sore and stretched. She cries a great deal at the humiliation. The baby is really starting to be seen in my mom’s pregnant tummy.
My brother, whose new name is cuntface and we must call him that, has been returned from the black dudes in Chicago. I don’t know what exactly they did to him, but in some ways, he’s in worse shape than I am. We have taken him out of school as he can hardly talk and is in a kind of permanent state of shock. He’s still handsome, maybe even more than before when he was an arrogant girl fucker, but now he is a broken animal.
Dale has cuntface and me crawl around and sniff each other’s balls and assholes to please his buddies. Cuntface's dick is all stretched out and his balls are permanently bruised, misshapen and swollen. His asshole is not as big as mine, but it is sure ragged and puffy and the inner ass lining is partly out (you know what I mean). Dale makes us suck each other’s asses a lot.
Even though he was a cruel bastard who only thought of himself, I still feel sorry for my little brother. I at least had some good years (up to the age of eighteen) of a normal life, but this poor kid has been broken and ruined at fifteen. He just sits mindlessly playing with his big dick waiting to suck cock and take it up the ass, which he does with complete concentration and enthusiasm. He was trained very well by those blacks. I guess I am a fuckup and deserve what Dale gives me because I don’t always suck and fuck with such enthusiasm. Dale says my brother acts like a fucked-up whore in heat all the time and that’s the way I should try to be. Neither of us wear clothes and we are required to keep our pricks erect for four or five hour stretches at a time. It really hurts.
Dale is going to introduce my brother to the joys of doggie sex. He says he wants me to teach him how to properly suck off a dog and how to take doggie dick up the pussy. When I told my brother that his eyes filled with tears and his lower lip trembled, but he didn’t cry. He looked kind of hopeless.
My little sister, who is really fucked out over being pregnant at eleven, seems happy my brother was ruined. After all, it was cuntface that got the poor, little girl into all this. Well, my situation with Dale was the real cause I suppose. I guess it’s really all my fault. Everything is my fault. Dale says feelings of guilt are good for me. He says the only way I can make up for the major fuck-ups I have caused in the world is to offer complete sexual service to anyone who wants it. Dale is approaching a college fraternity through a pal of his about letting them use me for fun and games during a weekend. He says here is a chance for me to prove I am worth something and can do something right.
Dale takes me to the health club as you know and makes me work out in just a torn jock strap. Everyone stares at me. Dale forces to steal jockstraps from the locker room and then at home suck the pouches. I also have to shave my balls and asshole in the locker room with other guys – straight guys watching. If any guy, no matter how gross or old he may be makes a pass at me, I must willingly go with the guy and suck him off in his car or let him fuck me at his home or apartment. I must give Dale a full report of course. Dale wants me fucked at least six times a day so I have been hanging around college campuses and men’s rooms as well working at the bookstore. Sucking off guys and getting fucked at the bookstore does not count he says as that is part of my job and not recreation. Do you think that is fair? I get fucked in the ass and swallow sperm for eight to ten hours a day at the bookstore, then on my free time I have to go out and look for more dick. Sometimes I think Dale is very cruel and not understanding, but I know by now that he knows what is best for me and I am an ungrateful shit. It’s just that I get so sore and so tired and so sick from all the cum in my stomach. And then only being fed dog food. God, I would kill for a McDonald’s™ hamburger. It’s been so long since I had real food.
Dale says I am a stupid, selfish, little pig. I am nineteen-years-old and honest to God, if there even is a God, I don’t know what I am any more. My whole world is so fucked, so perverted, so twisted and I can’t crawl out of it. I just sink deeper and deeper. Can any of you out there give me advice on how to deal with this?
Thank you so much,Kip
Been a long time. Fucking all the time, getting fucked. Get fucked about seventy-five times a day now. I feel empty and sick when I don’t have a cock in my cunt. Dale says that is a healthy way to feel and good step in the right direction for me. He says the time will come when like a drug addict I need to have cock in my hole. He says I will start to go all crazy if I do not have a big cock in my hole. He says little dicks will no longer satisfy me at all. He says the only kind of sex that will ever satisfy me ever again is violent, cruel sex. Sex where guys totally waste me to get off. I am sure he is right. He is right about everything.
Oh yeah, I am a father now, a daddy. My mom dropped her pup. Yeah, the pig gave birth prematurely but the baby is okay. It’s a boy. Dale threw a party, right in the delivery room, while my mom delivered. He made my mom suck my dick while she was giving birth. She bit down on it real hard and Dale and his buddies thought that was real funny.
Two of Dale’s friends are doctors so it was all done in the right way and stuff, but it was freaky. I mean they made my pig mom suck dick as soon as she had delivered the whelp and I had to lick her cunt clean of afterbirth and stuff. Dale says it is wonderful how nowadays fathers get intimately involved in the birth process of their kids. He also made me rub my dick and balls all over the new born baby's face and even put my cockhead into the baby's mouth. I knew deep inside that what I was doing was really sick and perverted, but what can I do. I have no will or life of my own any more.
Dale makes me suck my mom’s one udder while the baby sucks the other. He also makes me lick the baby's ass and little prick clean after it shits and pisses. For a short time after the birth, my mom almost seemed freed of a burden or something. I mean she actually started to come out of her funk and return almost to normal again, but then Dale ordered me to immediately fuck her pregnant again and she got all weird.
We gotta be the sickest fucking family in the world. Dale also makes me feed the baby my cock knob every day so it gets used to sucking on dick. At least my mom is getting dick now as I fuck her three times a day. She does love getting dicked. She lives for that. I had forgotten that because Dale wouldn’t let her get fucked for so long. Dale says as long as she is trying to get pregnant, she gets to have all the dick she wants.
Fuck it, you ought to see my sister. Jesus fuck, her eleven-year-old tummy is all bloated with baby and she had to drop out of school of course. I mean who would want an eleven-year-old pregnant slut in school with normal kids. Its funny cause her stomach looks so grotesque on her tiny body and her undeveloped baby tits are getting all puffy and swollen.
Dale has his doctor buddies all check her out at parties. They make her lay on a table and they all play around with fingering her tiny pussy and stuff. She can still take dick up the ass for a few weeks yet. She is small so she won’t be able to have sex very close to giving birth. Not like my mom, who was fucked by my little brother in the ass the night before she dropped. My little brother, the fucking cuntboy, has come around a little. I mean he has at least some of his mind back. When he first got home from the niggers, I thought he was gone for good, he was like a fucking walking dead or crawling dead since he is not allowed to walk in the house. One of the best things the niggers did to him was teach him to always let his mouth hand open ready for dick. He has a cute face and it looks even more delicious now that his mouth always hangs slightly open and he drools spit a lot.
Sometimes Dale makes my brother and me stick our toes up each other’s assholes and wiggle them around. Dale says he is going to have a contest to see whose asshole can take the most. I feel certain I will win because after all, even though my brother was the sex slave to a black gang all summer, I am older and bigger boned than the young, teen boy and so it stands to reason I will win. I hope to God I do anyway because Dale says the loser is going to receive an extremely heavy punishment session.
I lose total track of time. Is it almost Christmas already? Dale says this year my little brother will be the Christmas tree. That means he stands at attention during all the parties and Dale has him decorated. He had ornaments hanging from his balls and dick and titties and tongue. Dale puts the hooks right through the flesh. I remember from last year it is real painful and even worse it is tedious having to stand still like that for hours on end while guys taunt and degrade you.
I know I am not supposed to be proud, but I am proud in one way. I can take about six inches of horse dick up my hole now. You may think six inches is nothing and what the fuck am I bragging about, but horse cock is enormously thick and even six inches is quite a feat.
The guys who fuck me at the bookstore say my asshole is really stretched out and I am almost totally useless. I hope not because if I couldn’t service dick anymore and bring guys pleasure, what would I do? It’s the only thing I know how to do any more. I know now, I’ll never go back to school or hold a real job or anything. I couldn’t. Dale says I shouldn’t worry, that he is training me now to take abuse and pain and that there are always guys out there who love to abuse cute pig boys.
Dale says I am still really cute, even with the big stud through my tongue. He says my fucked-out sow tits will only be more attractive to pain freaks as they will see in me a potential cuntrag to totally destroy. He says I shouldn’t worry cause I still have a long productive life ahead of me. Shit he says he hasn’t even started in on breaking any of my bones yet. When I went to the dentist a few months back for that broken tooth, Dale did talk to him about maybe having all my teeth pulled and putting in false teeth so I can suck dick even better, but he is concerned about my looks. He doesn’t want to destroy them just yet anyway.
Dale is gone to Thailand a lot now and also has some other boys he is working with so he says he is looking for another part time job for me as well as the bookstore job. He says he wants to keep me healthy and active. Dale says he would like to find some other pigs my own age around the country for me to correspond with as a kind of hobby for me. If anyone out there is interested or knows of any, let me or Dale know. Well I gotta go now and feed my new son a little dick. It keeps him silent and content. I guess I am getting used to my life, cause things don’t seem to awful anymore.
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