Broken in by Uncle Jack

Sir stirred and that woke me. Our bodies remained entwined, naked from the waist down. I don’t know how long we had slept for.

For the first time I felt complete. I wasn’t hiding my sexuality, in fact I was celebrating it and living out my wildest fantasies with the most unexpected person, my step-mom’s older brother. The day had been a whirlwind of new experiences, new emotions, and sexual energy. I had gone from virgin boy to well fucked in the space of a few hours.

I thought about the things Sir had told me. The promise of more sex with this big, strong, dominant daddy figure while I submitted to his every whim made me feel gooey inside. Just laying here, his arm still wrapped around me and our legs touching like lovers, made me feel content and warm and loved.

Sir turned his body toward me, rolling me over in the process. He cuddled up to me, me the little spoon and him the big. He ran big, warm hands down from my shoulder to my bottom, giving me goosebumps. I felt tiny next to Sir; a cute plaything for an older daddy. I pushed back into him and he held me close and tight in his strong arms. I could feel his manhood swelling as I gently ground back into him. Would he take me again in this position? I was getting sore from all the fucking, but I hoped he would. I wasn’t that sore!

I could feel Sir’s hot breath on my neck as our bodies pushed against each other. He kissed me behind my ear and I trembled. He made a low murmuring noise almost like a growl. It reverberated trough my spine from my neck to my bottom. I could feel his cock now, fully erect and gliding between my buttocks. I was still hot and sticky there from earlier. I shifted my position to try and entice him to push into me, but he just held me close and ground himself against me. It was incredibly loving, sexy, and frustrating at the same time.

I dribbled some spit into my hand and reached back to smear the mess into my crack, then I took hold of Sir’s cock and smeared the rest on that. That was enough. That was the signal. Sir hugged me even closer, almost squeezing the breath out of me. He took my hand and placed it on my cage. He pulled back with his hips, allowing his penis to line up against my entrance. Then he pushed.

It was slow, delicate, gentle, but still firm and deliberate. I felt the head pushing against my hole, felt that incredible, amazing sensation as my anal ring began to open to allow him passage, felt the pressure as the largest part began its journey inside me……. And then it was in. “Ahhhhhh” I breathed in a high, whimpering tone. The rest of his cock glided in, all thought of soreness gone as I was filled up once more.

Sir slow fucked me. We never switched position. He held me tight, and I held onto him. I gripped him with my feet, my hands, and my tight little pussy. In turn he gripped my hip, squeezing me hard, and he bear-hugged me with his other arm. With just a slight pivoting movement in his hips, his cock almost all the way inside me the whole time, he generated a little movement. It was just enough. It was loving, erotic.

The heat built between us and the grinding built up momentum. We were both sweating now, our hot skin rubbing against one another. I could feel his heart pounding and he was grunting out every breath. I murmured “oh, oh, oh” in soft tones in time with every small but powerful thrust. I arched my back and relaxed and closed my eyes. This was wonderful.

I felt the energy build before he came. Like before he cock seemed to swell and with this closeness, I felt the pulses start from the base of his cock all the way to the tip before he spewed yet more cum deep inside me. It filled me with a warm glow, a deeply satisfied, sexual release even though I had not orgasmed.

Sir continued to hold me close. His mouth was close to my ear and he said in hushed tones, “I need to break out of our fantasy, Cole.” I wondered what was happening now, as Uncle Jack was using my name and had gone back to the tone he always used with me. Well, the tone he used before……. Before he made me his.

“I need to check. Is…. Is this okay?” He said.

I closed my eyes and a small and perfectly formed tear ran down my cheek. His words seemed to confirm everything I wanted to hear in that moment. Maybe I was reading too much into what he said, but surely he meant that our relationship was more to him than fantasy? Was I more than a young, nubile sex toy?

“Yes.” I said simply. I wanted to scream. Of course ! Oh god, please fuck me over and over and over…… But a simple yes was all that was needed.

Sir withdrew, his cock softening. A trail of gooey cum followed and I sighed as the head pull out of me. “You will shower and get clean, boy” he said, his tone now firmly set in Master mode. “When you’re clean inside and out, come to the kitchen and I will feed you. I will leave clean items of clothing on your bed. Come straight into the kitchen no matter what, you understand?”

“I understand Sir.” I said softly.

I spent a long while showering and getting clean. It was delightful, the water running over my body. It felt different now. I felt different. I was no longer a young, frustrated virgin. I had been taken. My cherry popped. And then some!

Sir had provided a pretty blue top and matching blue panties. They were girls clothes, but they were comfortable and when I looked at myself in the mirror I felt sexy and dirty and hot and cute all at the same time. I smiled to myself.

I practically run down to the kitchen and burst through the door to see Sir again. I stopped short, shocked, red-faced, and stammering. Before I could say or do anything, Sir spoke.

“This my good friend Jaz” he said, gesturing to the man sitting at the kitchen table. “He’s a keen amateur photographer. Don’t be shy. Come in and please stand on the mat.”

I noticed there was a small square mat in the middle of the kitchen floor. I went to stand on it, feeling shy and embarrassed at someone else seeing me in these clothes. I didn’t argue though. I submitted and did as I was told.

“Now, I’m going to order you a pizza. You must be hungry after all the……. exercise you’ve had today.” I looked at Sir and nodded. I realised I was starving.

“If you want your your pizza, you must earn it.” He said. The seated man, Jaz, laughed.

“I have ordered the pizzas” he said, putting his phone down on the table face down. “Ten minutes, maybe fifteen.”

Both men stared at me. I felt like they were waiting for something but I really didn’t know what. I stood still, waiting for instruction that didn’t come. Occasionally Sir would look over at his friend and they would both smile and look away. Sometimes one or both would look at me and raise an eyebrow or give me a slight smile.

Minutes went by. They felt like hours. As time passed I realised this was a test of some sort, but I really couldn’t figure it out. I wondered whether I should just ask, but I got a strong sense that that was not the right answer, so I kept my mouth shut.

I focussed on my surroundings. On what had been said. If I wanted pizza I had to earn it. The delivery guy would be here soon, so there was a time limit. I was standing on a mat, soft underfoot and padded. I was only wearing girlie panties and a top. Sir was watching. His friend was here. What did he say about his friend? He was a keen photographer……?

Suddenly an idea hit me. Did I need to strip for this other man? Was Sir showing me off so his friend could take some naughty photos? It was the only thing I could think of.

I turned around, facing away from both men. I got down on my knees on the mat and slowly pushed my head down and my bottom out. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of the panties at my hips. As soon as I got that far, Jaz picked up his phone and pointed it in my direction. I breathed a sigh of relief. This must have been what they were waiting for.

I slid the soft fabric down over my bottom as I pushed my hips back. It was a slow, sensuous movement. I felt my cheeks spreading naturally as I pushed back, the air circling around my hole. I felt like everything I had was on display, ripe for the taking. It gave me a thrill and made me feel super horny. My balls were tingling and precum was starting to form at the tip of my squished penis. I sneaked a quick glance at Sir. He was smiling broadly. That made everything even better.

Jaz whistled in appreciation as he snapped away with his phone camera. I left the underwear in place, my little round bottom on show while I slowly pulled my top up and over my head. I turned, sat myself down on the mat and spread my legs open as wide as I could get them. I showed off my caged clit, which I fondled for the camera. I rolled back a little, holding my legs behind my knees and keeping them well spread. I reached down and touch my little hole and then I used both hands to pull it open. I could feel it gaping already. It hadn’t quite recovered yet from Sir’s awesome fucking. I flipped back over again and sucked my thumb, making it wet. Finally, I reached behind me and pushed the tip of my thumb inside me as I moaned and rubbed my scrotum with my other hand.

I heard Jazz said “Jesus” under his breath. Sir chuckled quietly. I had goosebumps at the thought of my little body making these men hot and horny. I remained in that position as Jazz circled me, taking picture after picture. He got an alert on his phone and sat down, and a moment later the doorbell rang.

“Task number two” said Sir with a grin, “Is to fetch the pizza.”

My heart stopped. What…..? I couldn’t go to the door like this…….. could I?

My mouth hung open. A frisson of naughty excitement shot through my body like electricity, making the hairs on the back on my neck stand on end. I already felt slutty and it was a great feeing. Fuck it, I thought. In for a penny…….

Maybe I didn’t care any more. Maybe, if Sir wanted it, I could do it. I could show off my body, wearing only powder blue girlie panties. My face flushed red at the thought, but I was already standing and pulling up my panties when the doorbell rang a second time.

I shot a quick look at Sir, who nodded, and then I hurried to the door. I opened it and was confronted with a young man, probably about my age, with a stack of three pizza boxes. He looked me up and down and raised an eyebrow.

“Your uncle said I might get a preview of what’s to come” he said, handing me the boxes. The were hot and smell made me realise how hungry I was.

Before I could turn to leave, the young man reached out and touched my clit through my panties.

“Locked away” he said. He stepped forward and reached around me with his hand. He placed it flat on the small of my back and slid it down below my panty line, touching my bottom with soft, gentle young hands. He ran his fingers down my crack until he was touching my pussy hole. “But no plug. I guess you have been busy today.”

The young man smiled. He brought his hand around to my front, touching my scrotum and gripping hold of the cage. “Well, I guess I’ll see you. It’s not long to wait. I haven’t done many of these, but I am going to be looking forward to it now. You’re really cute. I’m gonna enjoy fucking that tight little pussy of yours.”

He let out a musical laugh and removed his hands. He slapped my thigh lightly, gave an odd little salute, and left. I carried the pizza boxes back into the kitchen, where Sir and Jazz were grinning.

Sir threw my top to me and I put it back on. We sat and ate pizza together and then we went to the living room where we watched movies until the evening. I was sat between the two men on the large sofa. Occasionally one of them would touch me, absent-mindedly run a hand over my leg or something like that. I quickly lost my inhibitions around this stranger and it was a pretty cool afternoon and evening. We didn’t speak much, but the movies were good and I enjoyed the occasional caress.

As the evening turned late and the last movie finished, Sir stood and so did Jaz. I thought Sir was about to see Jaz out, but that was not the case.

“Come and stand” Sir instructed. I got up off the sofa and stood in front of him. My heart rate increased and I got an excited, nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach. I hoped this was what I thought it was.

“Jaz and I will fuck you now, before bed.” He said. His tone was very matter-of-fact, but he couldn’t completely hide a tiny smile. “This is a sort of dress rehearsal for the weekend, at which time you will be gangbanged.”

I flushed red again. Every time I thought of multiple men touching me and having their way with me, I flushed red and got a tingling sensation between my pussy and clit. It was such a horny, dirty, naughty fantasy.

“Pull down your panties so that they are around your ankles. Then bend over and grab your ankles with your hands.”

I gulped. Even those words, “pull down your panties” and “bend over” sent electric tingles up and down my spine. My flesh prickled and my hole seemed to ache with excitement. I slowly pulled down my underwear and bent over as I pushed them down my legs. I grasped hold of my ankles with my little bottom sticking right out behind me. Immediately that I was in position Jazz started to smear copious amounts of lube around my hole, pushing some up inside me with delicate fingers. I was a little sore now, but it was bearable and the more lubrication he applied, the easier it got.

My heart was racing. I was almost nude, bent over with my ass being fondled and fingered by a guy I didn’t know, had only just met. I knew he was going to take me, I knew what was coming now having had plenty of practice already today. I wanted it badly. I was practically drooling precum through the cage and had to stifle my whimpering.

His lubed fingers withdrew slowly and gently. I heard both men unfastening trousers and clothing being hurriedly pulled off and discarded. I stood ready, my back arched so that my entrance was easily accessible to whoever wanted me first.

One of them placed his hands on my shoulders, one hand on each side. He got a good grip and thrust forward, forcing his cock right into me. I let out a soft cry, not of pain but of surprise and delight and some kind of sexual, passionate joy. I was sure it was Jazz’s cock, smaller than Sir’s in every way, but still plenty to start with. Then I heard him mutter “Jesus fucking christ” from behind me, confirming my suspicions.

“Can I fuck into him?” He asked.

I wanted to be the one to tell him. I wanted him to have my own permission. I don’t know where my boldness came from, but before Sir could speak I said “Please fuck me. Please.” It underlined my sluttiness and made me quiver with excitement. God, what was happening to me?

Jazz flexed his fingers on my shoulders, slowly ensuring his grip was sufficient before he engaged his hips and began to thrust in and out of me. He seemed to like almost pulling out, so that I started to close up around the tip of his cock, then thrusting all the way forward. It was a long, slow fucking action, but the thrusts into me were forceful and deliberate and they sent a pulse of sexual energy right through me each time.

I tried my best to push back onto him and to grip him. I wanted him to enjoy it and think I was a tight little thing, but after today I wasn’t sure I was very tight at all!

Suddenly Jazz pulled out. He took his hands off my shoulders and begin to jerk himself off, getting ready to shoot his load. Without being told I turned and got on my knees. I kissed and licked the end of his penis as he masturbated. He shot over my face and into my mouth. I licked him clean and sucked the aftershocks from him. He was breathing heavily and his legs were shaking.

“Christ, Jack. I don’t know what to tell you…..” He said as he gasped for breaths. “Fucking ‘A’ grade and so tight!”

I smiled, stood, and resumed my original position. Sir came and slowly pushed into me. He held himself there for a while, allowing me to get used to his larger cock. Soon he started to fuck me. He was slow, really sensuous. He traced his fingers all over my back, down into my crack and around my pussy, touching where his shaft moved in and out of me. I had a string of precum drooling from my cage. I closed my eyes. This was spectacular.

Sir seemed to last a long while, thankfully. I wasn’t surprised given how much cum he had chucked my way already. I felt that he could go on fucking me like this forever. I never knew sex could be this good. It was soft and gentle, but slutty too, and with his hands caressing me I felt like I was constantly on the verge of some kind of sexual explosion.

Sir came. There wasn’t much warning and I guess there was only a little juice as I hardly felt it, but I did feel the head of his cock pulse inside me.

He blew out a long breath. It was the release a deeply satisfied man and it made me feel wonderful.

Suddenly I was on my back and Sir was unlocking the cage. My cock slowly but surely filled with blood and both men were on me, licking, sucking, sharing the work. “Oh god” I said. “I can’t last. I’m so close already!”

I had barely got the sentence out when I thrust upwards with my hips. Jazz had one of my balls in his mouth. Sir had my cock. I came like I have never come before. The explosion started deep within, somewhere beyond my balls. It built so quickly, so strongly, before suddenly I was literally pumping cum out of my cock like it was going to be the last time. I cried out in exhilaration. Sir sucked down every last drop while Jazz licked my balls and fingered at my hole.

I must have been in orgasm for more than thirty seconds. When the last aftershocks died away, I was truly exhausted.

Sir leaned over me and kissed me lightly on the lips. Get yourself off to bed. We’ll leave the cage off. You mind if I sleep next to you tonight?”

I grabbed a breath, sweat beading on my forehead. I smiled. “I’d like that, Sir” I said. He grinned, kissed me again and helped me up. He lightly smacked my bottom as he ushered me out of the door.

I got myself into my bed. I couldn’t be bothered to wash or anything. I was too exhausted. I was asleep before Sir joined me. I vaguely remember him snuggling up close to me. I felt him next to me when I woke late in the night, too. It was comforting and warm.

The next morning I woke bleary eyed. My muscles ached, and I was alone. That made me sad. I wondered where Sir was. I wondered whether the whole day had been a dream. I yawned and stretched like a kitten, clawing at the bedsheets and writhing around. That was Sir came into my room. He had two steaming mugs of coffee. He set them both down on my bedside table and shuffled me over as he got back into bed with me.

“So……” he started. He seemed unsure of himself. I leaned over and kissed him. He returned my kiss, and smiled. “Was yesterday…… was it okay?” He asked.

It was my turn to smile. “I was beginning to wonder if it was real” I said.

“You want it? I mean, you know you can tell me no, right? I don’t really want to force you into anything you don’t want.”

“I know. Yesterday was amazing. I can’t believe…….. that it happened. How long have…….?”

“Have I wanted you? I’m ashamed to say, since we first met. You were far too young then, of course. But you were a sexy little thing. What were you, fifteen?”

“Probably fourteen.” I said, grinning.

“My god, fourteen. Still, you looked a bit older then. You seem to have frozen in time since you were about seventeen.” He looked at me, apparently studying me. “Look, I was wrong to put the camera in here. It’s not something I usually do, but I got a bit obsessed with you. I’m sorry about it. I mean that.”

I shrugged. “I don’t really mind” I said, and I didn’t. “If it was what started off what happened yesterday, you can place ten more cameras in here!” We both laughed.

“You know what this is, don’t you?” He asked. “I mean, you understand where this comes from?”

I frowned, puzzled. “No……” I said, curious.

“When you lay here, jerking off…… you talk. It’s on the footage from the camera.”

Suddenly I went red and hid my face. “Oh! My! God!” I exclaimed. It hit me. Yeah, I talked alright. I always imagined someone….. how can I put this? I always imagine there’s someone else in the room making me do things to myself. If I have a carrot, I’ll talk to the other person as if he’s telling me to insert it, or get into a position. And yeah, I’ll call my imaginary master ‘sir’. Suddenly everything made sense.

He chuckled. “Yeah. But don’t be embarrassed. Please! I just wanted to give you what you wanted. And what I wanted too, of course.” He said. “Even the gangbang part……”

I knew. He didn’t have to say. I vividly remembered my fantasies about be taken by a group of men. I don’t know why I didn’t think about it yesterday. I guess I had been preoccupied.

“But you don’t have to go through with that. I can cancel…..”

I looked at him in shock. “You will not. If you have really arranged it, I’m in. I’m nervous about it, nervous as hell. And I feel shy. And slutty. But it’s all making me feel so fucking horny! Last night with your friend…… I’ve never come like that.”

Sir….. Uncle Jack….. whoever he was right now laughed. “Me neither. You’re the best I ever had, Cole. I really….. like you.”

I put my head on his chest and hugged him, and he hugged me back. “I really like you too. I always have. You’ve always been my biggest fantasy. And now you’ve…… now we have had sex, it just feels amazing. I think I’m a bit infatuated!”

“Well, I am if you are!” He said, running a hand through my hair and cupping my face. “I need to find a way to keep you around when my sister gets back with your father.”

I melted at that. “That would be awesome. To know it’s not just….. you know, something for now…..?”

“Yeah, I know. And it isn’t. Not for me, anyway.”

We hugged a while. We drank our coffee and chatted. We got up, we showered together and we dressed. Jack wanted to take me out, have a non-fantasy day, so we went to the zoo, to the movies, we ate out. We were like a couple of lovers on an all-day date. It’s the most fun I have ever had in a single day. Every time I looked over at Jack, he was looking back at me. His eyes made my heart skip, and everything about him made my intimate parts tingle.

We got home late and spent an hour just kissing and touching on the sofa like teenagers. I loved exploring his mouth with my tongue, our mouths open and wet and warm. He loved to run his hands over my body and I enjoyed touching his firm chest and stomach, and squeezing his ass. Eventually he suggested we go upstairs and I nodded. He picked me up in his arms and carried me to my bedroom, where he threw me on the bed.

He climbed on and knelt over me and started to strip me of my clothes. I sat up and unbuttoned his shirt with clumsy fingers. I wanted him and the nerves and anticipation and sexual energy was making me lose control.

We were naked in mere moments and I took his cock in my mouth. I sucked and licked and worshiped him, the penis that gave me so much pleasure. He traced his hands all over me, setting my skin on fire with his touch. He flipped me over and I stuck my bottom up in the air as he dived in, his tongue tracing my hole and teasing me until eventually he lapped at me a few times, and then burrowed his tongue into my crack. I moaned loudly. Nothing in the world felt like this. I wondered how I had gone this long in my life without know how good it was when someone licked you there. My eyes rolled back in my head and my balls tightened.

He flipped me again and moved closer, leaning down and kissing me. I could taste myself in his mouth. He took my ankles in his hands and hooked each leg over his shoulder, almost bending me in half. I was open to him now, ready for him to enter me.

Jack pushed forward, slowly and delicately. He applied just enough force to puncture through my sphincter, but it was tantalising, teasing. It made me writhe and try to push forward into him, but I had no room to move so I had no choice but to let him enter me slowly.

I closed my eyes and he leaned in again. We kissed as we made love. It was slow, like being caressed outside and in. It felt wonderful. It wasn’t a fuck, it was deeper and more sensuous than that.

Very slowly Jack build up a rhythm and I matched him thrust for thrust. We were getting hot, steamy. Our pulses raced in time with one another and I felt like we were one person. As his cock pushed into me, delving deeper and now faster, he got the angle just right. He seemed to know just what to do. He rubbed the head of his cock on that special spot and it made me quiver and whimper.

“Oh god, I’m going to come!” I said, my voice breathy and soft.

“Come” he said, his voice low and gravelly and full of sex.

My body acknowledged the instruction. I crossed the point of no return. I could feel it building within me, in my balls, deep inside, along my spine and in my belly. I cried out as I shot a huge burst of cum over our bodies. Jack grunted. It was a deep, guttural noise. Suddenly I felt that now familiar feeling of his cock expanding and sending wave after wave of hot, wet juices into my bowels.

He collapsed on me. My slides slid from his shoulders and wrapped around his body as we lay together, hot, sweaty, spent. I giggled and he laughed. We both laughed. It was incredible.

“You’re amazing” he said.

“I didn’t do much.” I replied. “You’re the amazing one. I can’t believe how good this feels.”

We lay there a while. Eventually his flaccid cock slipped from my hole and I unwrapped my legs. He didn’t move, but we were now comfortably laying together.

“What do you want to do about tomorrow?” He asked.

“Tomorrow you go back to being Sir, and I get forcefully taken by a large group of strangers.” I said. I had never been more sure of anything in my life.

“And after that?”

“If you still want me after I have been used and abused by your friends, I’d really love to keep seeing you.” I said. Okay, now I was never more sure of anything. I was getting some glowing feelings for this guy. This was more than just hot passion.

“Well then, boy” he said, and my spine tingled. “You had best get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a busy day and you are going to need your energy.”

We drifted off together. It was bliss.

To be continued one last time……