A Redneck's Bum-Boy

My father died I was fifteen years old. My mother, God bless her, had always been a real ditz. Several months later, after I turned sixteen we found ourselves in somewhat of a dilemma and had to move to a trailer park. My mother had unfortunately developed a drinking problem and finally got fired from her work. I knew that we would be okay for the following six months because of the money she had received after my dad’s death, but beyond that, goodness only knew what would happen to us.

Late one afternoon with my mother, yet again, drunk and passed out in her room, I was at my wit’s end. As I sat outside with my head in my hands, our neighbour approached me. Jonas, our neighbour, was a thirty-five-year-old guy that worked in construction. He was a real redneck and as rough as a bear’s arse. He was large, hairy, and butch. We had only ever waved to one another before this and had never actually spoken.

“Hi, I’m Jonas,” he said, formally introducing himself.

“I’m Marco. Good to meet you, Jonas,” I replied.

“I saw your mom when I got home… is she sleeping it off?” he asked, with a concerned look on his face.

“Yeah,” I replied.

“Have you eaten?” he asked.

“Nah, but I’ll make myself something shortly,” I answered with a smile.

“Hey, buddy, I’m just about to dish up, why don’t you join me?” Jonas suggested. I began to make excuses, but he was having none of it and shortly we were on our way to his trailer. As we entered, I got a surprise, because the place was neat and modern. The juxtaposition between the look and demeanour of this guy and his home had me totally perplexed. Not long afterward, however, we were seated at the dining table and eating our food.

“How long has this been going on?” he asked, as we consumed our meal. I then began my litany about my dad’s death and my mom’s drinking and finally, her job loss, and etcetera.

After I had concluded my story he quietly observed me before asking, “Do you have family nearby?”

“No, they all live a million miles away,” I answered.

After another pause, he continued, “I work with two guys who went to rehab and are doing rather well at the moment. The one has been clean for more than over a year, and the other for about six months or so. Maybe your mom just needs a bit of help.” There was another pause before he again began to speak. “I could make a few inquiries and get the ball rolling, if you like. Naturally, the authorities would want to know that you are taken care of in her absence and I would gladly offer my services on that score.”

By now, I had gone from being totally perplexed to totally confused. “Why would you do this for a complete stranger?” I asked, incredulously.

“Well, rumour has it that I am actually quite a nice guy, despite my appearance,” He stated with a wry smile, before we both began to laugh.

Once we had settled down in the lounge after dinner, he said, “I would seriously like to help, but there’s no pressure and you can give it some thought.”

After allowing his words to sink in, he continued, “You know these people at rehab are really very good. Not only will they sort your mum’s problems out, but they will also help her get back on her feet again, afterwards.”

When I went home later, I really began to think about his proposal. I knew my mom and I would be in shit very shortly. I also reflected upon the fact that I wanted to attend college, eighteen months later. Maybe a large dose of ‘tough love’ was required, I reasoned. There was, nevertheless, one thing that intrigued me about Jonas and although I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, I was sure that he had an ulterior motive. I got the strong feeling that he wasn’t just interested in my wellbeing, but also in my body. During my visit, I had got a strong undertone of sexual attentiveness from him. Given his masculine demeanour, however, I dismissed it as a figment of my overactive adolescent imagination.

Although I had begun to have to have strong homosexual fantasies, Jonas was conclusively not my type.

Before falling asleep that night, I decided that I would go along with his proposal the following day. Pure logic simply dictated that something needed to be done and that my mother was definitely in need of some help. I knew my mum would be as pissed off as hell, but that was just too bad.

The following day, as my mother lay passed out in her room, I went next door and told Jonas that I was in full agreement with his proposal and that he should proceed with his plan.

That night, I again joined him for dinner. Strangely, I had also begun to warm to him, completely unaware of the machinations he had begun to orchestrate for my ensnarement. Not only were his plans falling into place, but I had just unwittingly placed myself under his control.

As I would find out later, from the minute he saw me he was totally obsessed with me and determined to make me his bum-boy.

Unbeknownst to me, Jonas had spent the preceding weeks masturbating at night, imagining how he would break me in and tame me. Regular courtship and romance did not fit in with his plans, because Jonas was simply a sexual control freak.

For the following several days, I ate at his place most evenings as he kept me updated on all the developments pertaining to my mother. Finally, when D-day arrived on a Saturday, the authorities arrived at three in the afternoon and found my mother drunk, as usual.

The upsetting scenario that played itself out was rather brief, and before long my mother was in the authorities’ vehicle and heading off to rehab. The sad look on her face, as they drove off, was heartrending.

With Jonas present and watching the proceedings, the lady in charge of the operation confirmed that I would be placed in Jonas’s care for the duration of my mother’s treatment.

Afterward, I sat in our lounge and cried my eyes out. Once I had composed myself, Jonas told me to pack my things so we could go next door. “But, why can’t I just stay here?” I protested.

“What part of; ‘in Jonas’s care,’ did you not understand, Buddy?” he asked in a dismissive tone.

We argued for a short while, but I was left in no doubt that I was moving next door as he authoritatively dangled our trailers keys in his hand, asserting his control. He also warned me that if I didn’t like: ‘the way things were,’ I would be placed in a facility with juvenile delinquents.

I felt cheated and miffed as I stomped toward his place.

Dinner was a silent affair that night and later when I got into bed, Jonas entered my room wearing a pair of shorts and sat on the end of my bed. With his body more exposed than I had ever seen it, Jonas’s appearance was even more daunting than I had first realized. He was hairier and bulkier than he had appeared fully clothed.

All my gay fantasies, up until then, had been lithe and hairless pretty blond guys with blue eyes. Here before me, sat a large bearded ogre, who was practically bald and covered in coarse dark hair.

Next, cupping my chin in his rough right hand he said, “It’s all going to be okay, Buddy. You’ll see.”

I instantly pulled my head away and gave him some more lip. “You have a bad attitude,” he uttered, and then with a stern look on his face he concluded, it looks like you also need some treatment.”

“Fuck you,” I answered, before further exclaiming, “You’re a real fuckin bully.”

“Yeah,” he answered with a smirk on his face, “It definitely looks like you also need a bit of rehabilitation,” he countered.

“So, what are you going to do, huh? Punish me?” I sarcastically asked.

“If I have to,” he answered, with a look of menace in his eyes.

“I’ll report you if you lay a finger on me,” I threatened.

“Now, you listen up. All I need to do is make one phone call and your arse will be in a juvie. Believe me, those guys will smell your gay arse a mile off,” he concluded.

“I’m not gay,” I stated, emphatically.

“Sure,” he answered sniggering. “I saw all the pictures and posters in your room. They were all of pretty guys. I didn’t see one girl on your walls.”

Blushing like crazy, I didn’t bother answering.

“It’s okay if you’re gay, Marco. In fact, that suits me just fine,” he said with a salacious look on his face.

Next, flashing a look of anger at him, I blurted, “I’m not going to become some redneck’s bum- boy.”

Jonas now started laughing, before he answered, “Oh yes, you are. You are going to be this redneck’s bum-boy,” he declared haughtily, slapping his chest.

There was a sustained silence after that as we challengingly stared at one another.

Breaking the impasse, Jonas then told me about his feelings for me in a soft voice. As he spoke, I felt myself becoming sexually excited and I popped the hardest boner of my life. I was totally stunned by this development and couldn’t believe that this hick was actually arousing me.

When he finished his speech and by way of a last resort, I uttered, “Jonas, you are just not my type. I’m sorry, but you just don’t appeal to me.”

“Well, that’s just too bad, Marco, because you’re definitely my type,” he answered with a horny smile. “Besides, you need to pay your way while staying with me, Buddy. There are no freebies in this world.”

“What? So… you arranged this whole setup to take advantage of me... I hate you, you fucking bully,” I exclaimed, deliberately taunting him.

Jonas suddenly grabbed above the duvet where my crotch was located. As he took a vice-like hold on my hard cock, he commenced laughing. “This doesn’t feel like you find me so offensive, you lying, little slut.”

“I’m… I’m always hard,” I stammered in a faux dismissiveness. In all honesty, Jonas’ assertiveness had begun to totally intrigue me

“Mmm, well your arse now belongs to me and this redneck is going to give you a good and solid fucking, bum-boy,” he sneered.

“Please, Sir, I’ve never been fucked before,” I implored, in my most acquiescent and submissive tone.

“Oh, so now I’m Sir. Well, too fucking late, dot com,” he said, mocking me.

Lunging forward, his hands clamped my upper arms as his mouth closed in on my head. I swiftly pulled my head to the side, but that didn’t worry him at all. Jonas began to lick, and then nibble on my ears. As he started grinding his teeth on my lobes I yelped.

“Give me your fucking mouth, boy, or I won’t stop biting,” he warned. When I turned my head, his lips assaulted my mouth feverishly and soon, I willingly joined the oral tussle, with our mouths in a life and death struggle, as I found myself becoming totally ensnared. When Jonas finally lifted his head later, a web of spit still connected our mouths as we panted in an all-enveloping sigh of lust.

“Now I’m going to beat your arse, boy,” he growled manically.

“Why?” I whimpered in a hapless manner, extending the intensity of his onslaught.

“Because you need to learn respect,” he answered in a raspy tone.

After flinging the duvet cover off me, Jonas spun my body around and with my backside hanging over the side of the bed he then pulled my pyjama shorts off me.

Next, with his left hand firmly holding me down, his right hand began to smack my arse very hard. It stung like crazy but for some peculiar reason, I had never been more sexually aroused in my life. His hand kept alternating from cheek to cheek as he kept on whacking me. As I gasped with excitement, I had no idea that a lifelong addition to rougher sex had just been unlocked in me as my redneck daddy fine-tuned me to his sexual predilection.

When Jonas finally stopped, my arse was totally on fire. Unseen by me, Jonas now pulled a tube from the pocket of his shorts and began applying the lube to his dick and to my backside. Still holding me down with his left hand, the fingers of his right commenced prising my butt-hole open. I wasn’t sure what hurt more, my stinging cheeks, or my abused hole. After pushing his shorts down I felt his body close in on mine and then the feeling of something very thick and hard at my backside.

As Jonas nudged ever forward wedging his knob into me, I began to grunt and pant. Painful as this ordeal was, I couldn’t believe how exhilarating his domination felt and I felt myself welcoming the agony. Once Jonas had fully entered me, he held still for a short while. I was very pleased as I felt the pain rapidly subsiding and the feeling of fullness in my backside becoming totally awesome. My cherry had been taken and I knew that from here on, I would revel in being his bum-boy.

Jonas now pushed his arms forward under my shoulders and placed his hands on the back of my head. With my arms flailing about, I felt my body being lifted, as Jonas stood up with me impaled on his rigid knob. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs backward around Jonas’ thighs to further anchor myself. Jonas then moved toward the wall in the room and with his back arched and his shoulders pushing me against the wall, commenced spearing my butt as his hips sprang to life.

I felt like a trussed turkey as Jonas hammered into me and groaned my contentment in harmony with Jonas’s lusty grunts.

A short while later he again moved, before placing me in a doggy position on the bed. With his hands firmly on my hips, Jonas now began to fuck me manically. I was so overcome with horniness by now, that I scarcely touched my cock before unloading all over his bedcover. Moments later, as Jonas began to roar he also erupted into my backside.

I felt completely stunned by what had just happened to me. It had been the most hectic, frantic, mind-blowing experience of my life and it felt like I had just been on a roller-coaster ride of a lifetime.

After we finished, Jonas ordered me onto my knees and instructed me to clean his crotch. As I did so he lovingly ran his fingers through my hair.

“You will be sleeping in my bed from now on,” he said, before continuing, “The one rule in this house that you should know about, is that you will always have your arse ready and prepared for me. I’m going to fuck you whenever I want, and wherever I like, are we clear on that, boy?”

“Yes, Sir,” I answered.

“Good. And if you are forgetful and not prepared then I will fuck you without lube.” Jonas warned.

“Yes, Sir,” I replied.

There was quite a change of pace when he got on top of me and we commenced our next session. Our next scene was slightly less frantic, to begin with, but after lifting my legs and entering me, however, I was soon about to find out that Jonas had incredible stamina. As our body positions constantly changed, I spent all my time either on my stomach, back, or in the doggy position.

Jonas now began slow-fucking me, before building up his momentum and vigorously slamming his cock into me. On and on my hole got speared as he manipulated my body to his liking. Jonas had incredibly strong hands and I was sure that I would have a number of bruises when he finished with me.

In fact, henceforth, bruises would become a way of life for me and I wouldn’t have had it any other way. When Jonas finally unloaded I was afraid that the bed would give in.

With my body covered in my own cum having been on my back at the time, our two sweaty bodies heaved as we finally regained our composure.

Although I got no further smacks that evening, the following day I met; Mr. Manners, which was a short thick leather strap with a wooden handle. Mr. Manners really kept me in check and there were often times after a run-in with ‘him,’ when sitting was a problem for me thereafter.

Strangely, I always orchestrated my own punishment by becoming rather obstreperous when I felt like a good spanking, which became an elixir to me.

Another game that also developed between us was the refusal game. From time to time, when I really wanted it rough, I would ‘refuse’ Jonas’s advances and be ‘forced’ to have sex. This was a particular favourite of mine.

When my mother finally got out of rehab, a miracle occurred in our lives. In rehab, she met Grant, an extremely well-off guy in his mid-fifties. Grant owned a great many commercial properties and had a CEO that looked after all his business interests. Grant was totally smitten with my mother, whom I might say was still a very attractive woman in her mid-thirties. After rehab, she had improved remarkably and almost glowed with vitality. Mom and Grant had both conquered their alcoholic demons and soon blossomed in their new-found love for one another.

From then on, due to all their journeying, I ended up living with Jonas. It was an odd arrangement but it all finally worked out. My mother had been emancipated from the burden of the responsibility for my wellbeing and was happy that I had also finally found stability in my life. In addition, being over sixteen, I also had the right to leave home and live where I chose.

Luckily, my mother thought the sun shone out of Jonas’s backside because he had been accountable for turning her life and mine around. She was also very comfortable with me living with Jonas, because she believed that he was precisely the strong father figure I had needed all my life.

Little did she know!