I am the pervy Uncle

My nephew has always been a little different. He posted some of his digital art online. I guess I wasn't supposed to be interested in that sort of thing. But his mom told me what his DeviantArt nickname was. She is proud he can make a living doing what he loves. His art is pretty good. Fantasy sort of stuff like in all the new video games. Warlords and dragons. He has a lot of sexy sword wielding women in tight costumes. I like that. 

His profile page was the beginning of all this. After some selfies of him, down in the lower pages, listed as 'alterative profile', he has some pics of him in a red and black vinyl dress, like the sexy ladies in his art wear. His dark black hair is pulled back in a ponytail. He is wearing lipstick and eyeliner. He has a tight black bra on showing from under the dress. He has large, full perky breasts. His legs are clad in black vinyl thigh high leggings. He is wearing a black leather dog collar with the word 'Bitch" written on it. His poses are submissive. Not the valiant ladies in his fantasy drawings. He is kneeling, laying on the floor and on all fours. I couldn't take my eyes off the pictures. I was bummed when there weren't any more of them. I picked up my phone. 

"I'll buy some of your art, but you need to bring them over yourself, and be wearing the vinyl dress and the rest of your outfit you have on in your profile pictures."

A long, long pause. "You weren't supposed to see that stuff."

"Well, I did. If you want to sell some pictures, and if you want me to keep your little secret from the rest of our family, you'll comer over just like I said. Dressed."

"Tell me what pictures you want."

He showed up in a T shirt and Jeans. But his hair was slicked back, and he was wearing make-up, black high heels, and the collar. I let him in and told him to undress in the hallway. He shyly removed the T shirt. The shiny black dress was even sexier in person. The jeans hit the floor. He slowly stepped out of them. I told him to slide his clothes to me. He used his foot in a black high heel to slide them across the floor. 

"What are you going to do? Take more pictures of me like this? I'm really embarrassed."

"I'm not going to do anything, young man. You are going to do it all. You are going to pose for me, yes. But you are going to be the bitch you want to be, and the bitch you pretend to be in your pictures. Do you know what that means? Being a bitch?"

"I'm not sure what you mean by that. What sort of weird shit are you in to?" He is carefully stepping back away from me. But closer to the bedroom. 

"I wasn't into anything until I saw your photos. Now I suppose I'm into you. Do you know what that means?"

"You... you want me to be your... bitch?"

"Exactly, sweetheart. And we are going to keep this between us, aren't we?"

"Yes. Oh, fuck yes!" He is stepping back, further down the hall. No way out from back there. I think he is really nervous. But he surprises me.

With half his body in the doorway, and the other still out in the hall where I have a nice view, he looks back at me, wiggles his ass, and smiles.

"I'll do whatever you want me to do, Uncle Bill."

I've got him pinned back against the bedroom wall. I can tell he wants to tell more. My mouth has his warm sweet mouth covered, silencing him. My tongue is filling his mouth. Both are wet and drooling. He really likes me kissing him like this. But I can tell he wants to speak. Ask more questions. I'm not into any of that. I tell him to shut up. I'm so fucking horny I can't wait to explode somewhere, all over him, or in him. I have his hands pinned to the wall. My chest is pressing against his. The rubber inserts in his bra are pushing the bra cups out, so I can feel them. I'm grinding my crotch against his. He tastes like strawberries. He is trying to ask me why I am doing this. I tell him to shut up again. I'm in charge, and he is letting me be. This is fucking great!

"Get on your knees and suck my cock, bitch."

"Yes, sir."

He drops to knees with a thump. My pants are quickly undone. He is breathing hard and fast. He wants this bad too. I hear a gentle moan and purr of delight as he sucks my cock into his waiting mouth. It is warm and wet, and he sucks hard. I'm not going to last very long. I look to the side noticing our reflection in the bedroom mirror.

The mirror.

It's a very erotic scene. A slender figure in a slippery, shiny outfit, kneeling in a very submissive position, holding and sucking my angry cock very enthusiastically. My body towering over him. My hairy belly in the picture, a hand on the boy's head moving in and out as he bobs on my hard knob, representing me as a middle-aged dominant Master. Only the sounds of him breathing hard through his nose, and a steady gurgle from the back of his throat as my cock slips into the deepest reaches on the back of his mouth. He pants like he is so desperate for my cock. He seems to be begging for more with every thrust, trying so hard to take it in as deep as possible. He is really trying extra hard to please me. 

I notice in the reflection he is looking up at me. I take my eyes off the mirror and look down into his wanting eyes. He responds by working even harder on my wet, hard cock. Closing his eyes and getting to it. He is sucking so hard. But I want more.

"Don't do that. Don't be a bitch. I like you looking up at me."

His eyes quickly open wide again, staring up into mine. He seems pleased he is doing what I like. He works harder yet. He is sucking so hard. His lips are tight, sliding up and down the length of my shaft. His cheeks are sucked in, trying to be sure I can feel him working, hoping I can tell he might suck the skin right off my cock. One hand is wrapped around the base of my cock, the other is on my ass, pulling and guiding me as he moves my cock in and out. I feel a tingle between my cheeks. A finger has slipped there. He is squeezing my ass cheeks as he sucks so well. I begin to breathe harder. I'm not going to last. I feel things building up inside me. He can tell too. His eyes are begging for it. 

"Shove a finger up my ass, then be ready to take it all in your mouth, you whore." 

A moan of pleasure and acceptance comes from him. I glance to the mirror again. What a wonderful scene. Ge looks to the side as well. Surprised and startled a bit that this act seems to be framed like a portrait. We keep our eyes on each other in the mirror.

A long slippery finger penetrates my butt hole. He looks at me, hoping I like it. 

"Push it all the way in. Don't be a pussy."

And there it goes! The tingle in my ass opens the gates for what's built up in my loins. I grab a handful of his hair on the top of his head. I let out a loud "Oh Fuck!" A laugh of satisfaction and appreciation. He is struggling to take it. I can hear and feel him doing his best not to blow it all out of his mouth, and all over us. He swallows. He cringes. He swallows again. His eyes are watering. Is he crying? He might be.

I feel like I am some sort of dom Master. "Ha! Fuck yes! That was nice, you little whore. Take it all. You can do it. I'm sure you can take it all!"

He is gulping and gasping, trying to catch a breath. Moans and gagging sounds are followed by a soft, satisfied purr. My grip on the top of his head relaxes. 

"Oh my God! That was so good. I loved that so much. Thank you, Sir!"

Like most men, I suddenly feel like a beer and a sandwich. Ha! I turn toward the bathroom. Saliva and cum are dripping from the tip of my cock. A quick wipe down with a towel, and I'm pulling my pants back on. I look down at him. He is still on his knees, leaning back against the bed. His sexy lace and vinyl outfit is half off. He looks just like a slut who just gave it up to a man. A slight smear of his subtle eyeliner is running over his cheek. He is looking up at me, slowly licking a little dribble of cum off his lower lips. Quite a seductive pose. 

"So, you liked that? Sucking me off like a whore?'

No response. He is blushing.

"Do you have a beer in your fridge?"

He nods. Then turns away. Is there something wrong? Did I fuck something up? Is he going to broadcast this around about me?

Before I go through the bedroom door, he surprises me, finally responding. 

"I told you I liked it. I'm just not sure if you did. I'm hoping I was good enough for you."

I quickly reply, "I'll bring you a beer."

When I get back, he is sitting on the bed. He takes the beer and puts the top of the neck of the bottle in his mouth. Sipping. 

"That tastes good" he says.

"Yes, I like Corona as well. But I suppose we shouldn't be drinking it anymore."

"Why not?"

Well, you know about the boycott on Budweiser products. Corona is a Budweiser product." 

He looks strangely at me. Then it hits me. The boycott is because of AB using a trans influencer to promote their beer. The rednecks of the world don't like that. 

"Oh, yeah. I guess it's OK then, isn't it?

He smiles, and nods.

We drink in silence. Then he opens up a bit.

I've only been wearing outfits like this for a couple of years. But I've been wearing mom's and my sister's underwear for as long as I can remember. I don't know why. Or I didn't. But I know now."

"You know why you dress up? Or why you sucked me off? Or are they related?"

"It is confusing. Especially for me, of course. I've never been with a guy before. I've always dreamed of it though. But I never, ever thought it might be with someone... like you."

"You mean a relative? Or an old man?'

"Both. Ha! I don't know what came over me. But when you didn't seem repulsed seeing me in this outfit, it all felt right. It felt right to be with you. And it felt like the right time."

"This surprised me too. Seeing you in that dress, even though I knew it was you, made something inside me want to get closer to you. Believe me, it's a bit confusing for me too."

We are sitting on the bed together. Quiet. Looking at each other. Safely and shyly holding our beers. 

He takes a sip of beer. He lets out a "Mmm"... then, "Your cock tastes good too."

"You seemed to enjoy it. I'm glad you did." I say with a smile. "You taste good. I like whatever that lip gloss is you are wearing."

The pretty boy in the sexy dress leans up and in, one hand moves to the back of my neck, the other down on my leg. He kisses me on the lips. "Do you think you could stay a bit longer?"

The damsel schoolgirl.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Well, I have a schoolgirl outfit I like to wear whenever I can. You know? A plaid skirt, and a white blouse. I've got pink tennis shoes and socks, and a cute training bra and matching panties. Can I model it for you?"

How do you say no to that?

I fetch a couple more beers, trying not to think about what I am doing. But this kid is at least 22 or 23. Willing. Very fucking willing. And it seems to be working for me. I was getting a chubby listening to him describe his schoolgirl outfit. I know I can't wait to see him in it. I wonder what else he has in store for us this lazy afternoon.

Well, I don't think I'll be disappointed, even after all the anticipation and the buildup. 

"I'm ready! Should I come out?" I hear from the bathroom. "I'm really nervous! I've never worn this for anyone."

"Holy shit!" I gasp.

Yes, the vinyl dress and leggings, high heels and black lace bra filled with big soft rubber tits was a knockout outfit. But this. This is over the top. Quite different. Not so sleek and slutty. The vinyl suit made him seem a bit more mature, older. More of an experienced, ready for sex, ready for anything sort of look. This is just the opposite. And I love it!

Picture the most innocent, Catholic high school, schoolgirl. Tall, shy and blushing. I am drawn to his long slender legs with light pink knee socks and bright pink sneakers. He isn't himself anymore. he has transformed himself into another female form. He is she again. It is magical, it is intoxicating!

 Her legs run up into the bottom of her short, green plaid pleated skirt. Tightly tucked into the top of the skirt is a silky white, button down, long sleeve blouse. It fits her body very snug. The buttons start at her neck and follow down the middle of her all the way to the front of her skirt. It fits so tightly the spaces between the buttons are slightly pulled apart, opening a bit, exposing what is hiding underneath. The fabric is sticking to her soft warm skin, showing the outlines and lacey designs of the pretty little white, flat front bra, she is wearing.  Not even an A cup. The bra is peeking out between two buttons in the front, going around her body, easily seen through the tight, nearly sheer blouse. She knows how to wear a skirt, a blouse and a bra. I like. 

She cleaned her face and uses a little makeup. Not too much. Just right actually. I notice she has two pig tails hanging from either side of her head. She tilts her head and tugs on them for me. "These are just extensions, but I thought you'd like them."

I can't speak. I nod confidently. But I am in a daze. Fuck me!

"What are those?" I muster the courage to ask. Noticing a thin white leather collar, like a choker, and matching wrist and ankle bracelets. 

"Oh! These? These are just some things I've been playing around with the past year or so. They came with a beginners' bondage kit. I've always thought being bound and gagged would be a turn on. And it is, for me. What do you think about it?"

What do I think? I think she can already tell. I've got a nice hard-on filling my crotch area. bondage? 

"What do we about those, then?"

She poses like the shy, embarrassed schoolgirl she pretends to be. She is holding a red rubber ball. A bunch of black straps with buckles are also bunched in her hand. How naughty! Her face is red with shame. She wants to tell me this dark fantasy. I can tell she is struggling to get the words out. And finally, with the ball dangling from one of the straps, she does.

"Well, Sir. I was hoping you'd use them to strap this schoolgirl down to the bed. I'll want to scream, so that is what this gag is for. Then maybe, if you feel like it, you'll fuck my brains out, like I'm some sort of helpless kidnap victim. That's what I was hoping you'd do about them."

Her eyes are looking at her shoes. Her face is red. She is shaking. I drink a long sip of beer. Is this really happening? My cock is trying to escape my pants. I know what he is thinking. "Fuck yes, bitch! I'll fuck you like a helpless little cunt!"

"Put the ball in your mouth. I want to watch."

My hand is in my crotch. My cock needs some attention. It's been almost an hour since it exploded in this little sluts mouth. He is ready for another round. And so am I.

She leans toward me, handing me the bunch of leather straps. She smells like a teenage girl would smell. Sweet and flowery. The red ball is in her other hand. She is holding it gently. Almost like she is afraid of it. I take straps, putting them on the bed next to me. I'm looking forward to this.

She looks at the ball, hesitating. The back at me.

"I've only ever put this in my mouth one time. I didn't like it. It's a little too big for me. It hurts my jaw. But I was amazed at how it looked there, and how it made me feel. All the cuffs and straps I can use to bind myself don't do what that this thing does to me. I can't explain it. But I just melt and give into any sort of wild fantasy I can think of. And, Sir, this is one of them."

I take one last sip of beer. It's getting warm. So am I.

She slowly opens her mouth. She can't get the ball in. She tries again. I groan. "Would you put it in for me, Sir?"

I'm very much enjoying watching this cute schoolgirl gag herself for my pleasure. Very submissive. I'd like to watch her stuff it in deep, and tightly in place, while I rub my cock. I've got one of the straps in my hands. It is long, strong and naughty. I am imagining how I will use it to secure her in some compromising position. There are several more. There are enough to strap her hands and ankles to the corners of the bed, with a few left over. I've never tied anyone up or gagged them before. I've never fucked anyone in the ass either. Not that I haven't wanted to. Girls and women are such prudes. I should have done some research. But I think I'll be OK. I'm really hard.

I stand up, bringing a strap with me, taking a step toward her. "All right, let's get on with this!"

The binding.

She tries to step away and refuse the ball. I can't tell if she is really nervous, or just playing the part. 

"Please don't hurt me. But you can fuck me as hard as you like."

Game on! "Shut up bitch!" I grab her, pulling her around with me behind her. She moans a sweet accepting moan. She looks back at me. She is smiling. Her lips kiss mine. She tastes like cherries. She gently whispers, "Fucking do it!"

"Ok, you asked for it, sweetie."

I pull her mouth open from the bottom jaw. The ball is soft, but really big. She struggles with me. I keep pushing. I've got one arm around her, holding her tight. I fight with her to get it in. "Oh my God! Don't push so hard!" I hesitate, looking at her. She looks back, and winks. "Do it as hard as you want."

"I said to shut up, cunt!"

She is whining and trying to escape. All in fun it seems. I keep pushing and prying her mouth open. And then, suddenly it squeezes a bit smaller, and pops into her mouth. "OH! Fuck! Mummphhh!!!"

The rubber ball puffs her cheeks out. It is huge. The two leather straps buckle behind her head. I pull them one hole tighter than I need to. She lets out a muffled squeal. Only a third of the ball is visible. The rest of it is filling her mouth. Silencing her. Except for her sad, muffled cries, and begging for me to let it out.

The leather strap is long enough to go around her body and arms, just under her chest, pinning her arms to her. I pull it tight. She squeals. This is fun!

We are standing in the middle of her room, her gagged and bound. Whimpering. I am behind her, rubbing and pinching her tiny tits, kissing her neck, and whispering how I'm going to fuck her like a whore.

I am enjoying taking the time to grope her. I didn't really do much of that earlier. I like exploring this young, sweet body that has willingly given itself to me. I've opened the blouse exposing the tight silky bra underneath. It's like a training bra a very young teen girl would wear. Her nipples are erect. She is loving this! I spend a good bit of time feeling her up. The bra fabric is very smooth and nearly sheer. I can see her pink nipples through it. I've dropped my pants allowing my now free cock to wobble between her butt cheeks. Her silky panties are smooth and warm. I spend some time rubbing and feeling them with my hands, and the tip of my cock. This is nice.

Her arms are pinned to her sides, but her hands can move about. I take one hand wrap her fingers around my cock. She moans with pleasure. She wants all of it. She slowly squeezes and strokes it. It feels nice. I pinch a nipple. She squeezes my cock a little harder. This is working!

For some reason, I reach around the front of her skirt. She is constantly wiggling and trying to speak. It's pretty amazing hearing a gagged victim trying to beg, squeal, tell you no, etc. Very erotic. I guess I was wondering what there is in the front of those panties. Do I want to play with a boy's cock? I'm not sure. What do I want to do with this little tramp? I've licked a girls ass s few times. I liked being down there. I'm getting even harder. Am I going to bend her over and lick her tight little ass? I want to. I guess I can do whatever I like. And I'd like to get down and try some new stuff. What the hell?

I slowly slide my hand under the front of the skirt and over the front of her panties. Down I go. She slows her stroking my cock. I cup the middle of her crotch. I feel a firm little cage or chastity device inside the silk panties. She is wearing a cage. How fucking naughty! I love it. She is frozen. Nothing it is happening except my hand wrapped around her cage. I slowly explore the device. Up and down and all around. Suddenly the silence is broken. She lets out a squeal, squeezes my cock and stands up straight. But still in my grasp. The panties are very wet under here. I think she just came.

Fucking the little bitch.

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