The Visit

THE VISIT

 

"Hey Dad, how much longer till we get there?" I ask anxiously.

"Oh, we should be arriving about this time tomorrow. Take it easy, we'll get there on time."

We have been riding RT 93 up from Wickenburg, Arizona the whole day. We're headed for Pablo, Montana to visit with a friend of Dad's whose has a ranch up there.

"Anxious to see Mikey again?" He asks.

"Oh yea and the lake with the sand and diving boards, you bet Dad." I reply

"Anything else excite you?" Dad inquires.

"Oh and the good food."

"I mean was there anything special that you did with Mikey or Uncle Daniel that you liked?"

"Oh yea that too." I know what he means but I want to avoid talking about it.

"There be others there this time. You'll have more boys to play with then you can shake a stick at. And more men too."

We drive on for another hour or two until it starts getting late and since Dad has been driving since early morning he must be getting tired.

"OK That's enough. I've had it" He says.

"Can't we keep going Dad. I'm not tired one bit." I tell him trying to avoid stopping here.

"We could have been a lot further if it wasn't for your stupid mother. You may not be tired but I sure as hell am. Speaking of your mother did she notice your lack of tan lines?"

"Aw come on dad, no she didn't, I'm twelve, I'm old enough to shower myself."

Then Dad says under his breath thinking I can't hear him. "The fuckin bitch should die."

The car slows down as we pull off the highway and into the Gibbonsville Best Western Motel.

"We can get us some supper and stay here for the night."

"Hey look Dad, Oh boy! And they have a pool!" well if we must stop this isn't a bad place to stay.

After signing in, Dad and I get a hamburger and fries in the restaurant then bring our stuff from the car and go to our room.

Once we're in the room Dad hands me his bag, "Here, unpack for me, I just want to lie down and rest my eyes, maybe, later, take a shower." and takes off his shirt and shoes and falls onto the bed.

His size makes the bed squeal loudly when he lands.

"They got a nice pool. Can I go for a swim?" I ask trying to get out of the room as soon as I can.

I turn to see him looking at himself scratching his hairy chest while the top of his balding head shines back at me.

"Huh, if your sure that's what you want. I saw some kids out there by the pool they were younger, cute though. I saw this boy out there, I was thinking maybe I'd see if he wanted to play or something." I say still trying to get out.

"Play, huh is that what you want?" He response is notably more interested than before.

"Aw come on, Dad, can't I just go out for awhile." I say with my hand on the doorknob just about ready to run out.

Dad hands me a small package. "Here… I was going to wait until we get to Uncle Dan's but you might just as well have it now."

"Can I open it later? I want to go out now." Dad's always giving me presents.

"I want you to open it now. Gee thanks Dad." He says sarcastically.

Ripping the wrapping off I anxiously open the box and after seeing it, I somewhat reluctantly pull out the gift.

"Well aren't you going to thank me?" Dad asks.

"Oh yea, thanks Dad. It's real nice." I say flatly.

"I hope you like it. It's a Speedo racer, you know just like Mikey wears. Remember you said how much you liked his."

"A yea, thanks Dad, yea it's great."

"Try it on why don't you and let's see how it fits." Dad says.

"No that's alright Dad, I'll just go out to the pool.."

"I said try it on."

"It looks kinda small for me." I say trying to avoid the inevitable.

"Ok I guess it's time again. It's only been a couple of months and already you have forgotten."

"Forgotten what ?" I ask not knowing what he is talking about.

"OK Who loves you boy?"

"You do Sir."

"Who gets you everything you want boy?"

"You do Sir."

"Who knows you best boy?"

"You do Sir."

As I respond to the questions I feel my body start to sag as if he is reaching in and pulling the life out of me. "And what are you boy?"

For the longest second I hold back afraid to answer.

"And what are you boy?" he asks a second time.

Then gathering all my courage I spit it out. "I'm a slut sir."

"And who's slut are you." He keeps pushing at me.

"I'm your slut sir. I'm your whore." I recite the words instilled in me.

"And what is best for you boy?"

"To do what you tell me to do sir."

"Why boy?"
"Because I'm nothing without you sir!"

"We will repeat the questions and answers daily."

"Yes Sir." I'm sorry I forgot. At this point I feel like I've just been dumped into a sewer.

That's better. Now about those sexy swim trunks."

"Can I try them on now sir." I say in a reluctant tone still hoping he'll say never mind.

'Why sure you can boy."

Then out of the blue he asks "What does your stupid fucking mother do for you boy?"

"The stupid bitch doesn't do a fucking thing for me sir." Automatically I reply.

"Good you remembered" he replies.

Like in a daze I pick up the trunks and walk to the bathroom tormented by tug of war going on inside my head.

"Wait… out here boy. You can change out here, yea, over by that mirror."

"But I'd rather go to…" I don't want to change in front of him. I'm ashamed of my sex.

"What did I say boy."

"But… can I at least get a sniff." I plead with him.

"What, you know better than to ask me for that. Now get over here and change."

Reluctantly I walk back over to the mirror. Knowing that as I stand between the mirror and him I can't hide anything of myself from him, hesitantly I pull my clothes off. Feeling a waft of cool air caress my ass causes the start of an erection for me. Embarrassed I try to hide it by squeezing my legs together.

"Hahaha! no need to hide boy. " He relishes my shyness and that only makes me feel worse.

His remarks have the affect of a ton of bricks being heaped on top of me. I didn't think I could feel lower or more humiliated but I wasn't prepared for his next remark would do to me.

"You know what it does for me to watch you wiggle your ass like that." His crude remark becomes my stepping stone to the other side.

Now I slow down and slowly wiggle into my new swim suit knowing what he likes.

"Yea that's better. Ummm slow yea I like that. Nice tight ass. Nice slut." I hear him start to fidgit with himself.

I try avoid having eye to eye contact with him.

He motions me toward him. "Come closer boy. As usual you know nothing. I'd better adjust it for you."

"Don't pull down back here, pull it up. And here in the front, pull this together more so that you stand out.

Your tall for twelve but you need more meat on your bones. As small as you are you need to learn how to make yourself look bigger. Remember it's all about being big. I even bought these a size too small too help you out. Now Mikey, hahaha! doesn't need any help." After some more pulling, tugging and smoothing he props me up in front of the mirror and sits back down on the bed.

"There, that's more like it, see how much bigger you look."

I look at my reflection in the mirror, in particular the large mound that is my crotch. The skimpy briefs are made even more so by Sir's adjustments. The pressure exerted by the suit against my sex has stiffened me further. The cool air swiping at my cheeks makes me aware that he pulled the suit together exposing both my cheeks. My face becomes warm from the blood rushing to my face. I feel a tug in the pit of my stomach.

"Hahaha! Your blushing. I dread the day when you lose that look of innocence boy." He says almost solemnly.

As I turn sideways I can see the outline of my cock. There's practically nothing left to the imagination.

I feel my attention drawn to the mirror where I watch as the boy in the mirror is being turned around by the man as he also watches the boy.

"You like it? See how much better it looks." He asks looking me over.

"Yes sir, yes, I see, that's much better." I say looking back towards him.

I see him looking at me the way as he does when he gets horny. "Remember this is the proper way to wear it and the only way. This is all you'll be allowed to wear at the ranch. Who are you?"

"I'm your whore sir." I reply the thought of me being his whore makes my asshole pucker up.

As he looks me over our eyes meet and I feel myself being drawn to him. My mind aches from the push and pull of right and wrong, restraint and desire. I can't keep fighting it….The tug in my stomach is turning into a full fledge knot….a knot full of desire. I feel myself falling further and further down the a dark hole but at the same time becoming more and more alive!

"I understand sir, do you like it on me sir?" I ask as I sash shay myself in front of him swinging my shoulders and arms as he showed me before.

Looking back at myself in the mirror "Are you sure you want me to go out looking like this sir?" I say smiling back at him over my shoulder. "What will they say of me sir."

"Now that I've my girl back. They'll call you a whore. And you are, But you're my whore."

Looking down at the bulge in his pants I smile "I can see you like what you see."

Sir smiles and gets up to move directly behind me. Towering above me he wraps his huge hairy arms around me and pulls me back against him. "Hmmm, yes I like this much better." He whispers into my ear. The warm soft touch of his whispered words on my ear draws me to him like honey to a bee. I sway my ass against him rubbing his crotch with my ass as I feel him hardening for me. I feel myself wanting to give into his every wish.

"Look at those two in the mirror." He continues ever so softly… "Concentrate; try to feel what they are feeling."

"That boy is being bad and you know what that means don't you" as a smile spreads across his face.

I fixate on the image before me. I watch as he pulls out a small vial and places it on the bureau in front of the mirror just in reach of me.

"There, take it boy."

I stare at the bottle, shaking my head no, not wanting it in my presence. "Noooo."

Suddenly I'm ejected out of the comfortable place I'd just been getting used to and brought back to the reality of my debasement. "No, not that Sir please I'll be good without it. Pleased don't…" I turn away trying to maintain this last vestige of my saneness, my last fight to maintain my choice not his. This is sooo wrong. Why does he do this to me, torment me so!

"Don't fight this boy, you know how slutty it makes you feel."

"Go ahead take it" He urges me on.

I watch in the mirror as the man grabs the vial and the boy at the same time and tries to push something under the his nose.

Still twisting my head about I try to avoid taking in the harsh fumes.

His grip on me tighten's. "Here, breathe, take it in, take a deep breath. Come on you know you want it. Whore, slut, cunt, pussy. that's what you are, now sniff."

I see his hand move over my crotch and then feel him kneed me as if I was a squeeze toy.

"Noooo, please…" But as much as I know that this is wrong I feel myself giving in more and more until finally I get a faint whiff of the substance and all resistance ceases to exist within me. Just the slightest whiff is all it takes as it courses through my body and plummets into the deepest recesses of my mind. Like a bird being freed I feel myself being freed. I no longer refuse it. Now I want it!

Bending my head forward I take a deep breath and suck in the harsh yet very intoxicating fumes. It explodes in my lungs at first then I feel it as it propels itself deep into my belly, soon after that my whole body becomes a lightening rod to his electric touch. I lose any ability to concentrate as the two people before me spin round and round faster and faster …then just as fast as it came I feel myself slowing down and down.

"That's it, let go, enjoy. Yes my whore." I hear Sir say.

"Ohhh, thammmk youuuu." I hear myself slurring my words.

Sir nudges me closer and closer to the mirror until I'm so close I lose its boundaries and it ceases to exist as a mirror. The two individuals before us become voyeurs to my debauchery as Sir's course electrically charged hands continue to rasp against my sensitized skin, bringing it to life, opening a doorway to my dark soul.

He continues to whisper into my ear "Look at the boys face, he needs, he desires to have a man's hands on him. And more, something much more, look at him, look at you, yearning for it. Cock!"

Me, him , him, me. Momentarily I look into the man's eyes and remain transfixed by his stare.

I can't focus, am I him or is he me? My mind starts to spin again up, down, right, left, good, bad are all as one.

"I ohhhhhh…." I lose my balance and start to fall over!

"Hold on, don't faint on me. Here take some more…"

"I'm sorry….I …" I can't focus, I don't want to.

I see the bottle in front of me.

I grab it and push it into my nose. I inhale and sparks fly all about, I feel weightless and yet heavy. All of a sudden I am consumed by the need for sex. All my orifices cry out to be filled!

Frantically I pull at my swim trunks to get them off! Sir has to help while I lean on him for support.

I feel as though I'm in a thick fog with my mind and my body working in ultra slow motion.

"You'll feel a litle groggy that's all" sir tells me.

I hear and understand him but all that I can do is smile back at him and smile as I say "Please, I'm really fuck up."

It feels like it took me minutes just to say that.

"Oh you want to get fucked up do you?" Sir says.

Bending forward I pull my cheeks apart and like a dog push back against his bulge and grind myself into him. I need him to want me. I feel his hardon through his pants throbbing away at my ass hole.

Then I feel his wet finger trace the crack of my ass from my back down to my balls. It causes a shiver to run through me. I find it almost impossible to stand still while his finger probes and softly pushes at my fuck hole.

I've got to have his cock inside me! Yet somewhere in the back recess' of my mind I know this is wrong, yet I can't stop myself.

I start to plead with him to fill me up. "Please sir! This is your pussy. Fuck your whore please!"

"Good boy. You want me to unload my fat cock in your pussy, huh?" sir growls into my ear spitting the words out and showering my face with his spittle.

I hear his zipper open and then his cock head pushing at the entrance to my asshole. I push back, wet and slippery I feel it push and push until finally my muscles let him enter and fill me up. His huge hard hands claw at my sides, pushing and pulling me against him. In and out, in and out he his ramrod slips deep into my bowls only to be pulled out from me. The only sound I hear is the SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! of my ass hitting against his lap. It takes all my control to keep from playing with myself but I know I'm not allowed.

Then all of a sudden I hear him start to cum "DON"T YOU FUCKIN CUM! UGHHHH! FUCK ! WHORE! PIG! FUCK! SLUT! SHIT! OHHHH FUUCK!!!" Then suddenly I feel him release his hot load deep inside me.

"YES I'M YOUR PIG. YES! YES! FUCK THIS WHORE!" The words pour out of me with a vengeance somehow trying to will him to pummel me even more than he has.

For the longest of seconds he lays over me, arms wrap tightly around me I support him. Then after e time I feel him pulling out of me and I immediately start to feel his warm cum oozing out of me and down my legs.

He turns me around with my back to the mirror and pulls me to him. "You are so beautiful when you are this way. Now it's your turn."

"Thank you sir" I respond to him.

He hands me the bottle.

"Do you want any sir?" I ask

"No thank you pussy." He answers.

I grab the bottle and holding it under my nose take a deep breath. Here come the sparks and wobbly legs. I start to wretch but hold it back.

I lean forward extending my face towards his. I reach out my tongue asking for his. Together they reach out, flicking themselves, then touch and wind up frantically lapping at each other until both our faces are soaking wet from each others slobber.

He pulls my mouth hard against his, hurting me so. He knows the powerful affect his kisses have upon me. Hurt or not I am his.

From out of nowhere I am struck by a lightening bolt! POW! "OW!" POW! "OW!" The shock of his hand striking my ass catches me off guard.

I try to pull away.

"Why do you pull away? Are you afraid? Do you not want this?" He asks me.

"Nno, Yyes!" I reply unsurely.

'I want my pussy red tonight. I want my pussy to be so sore tomorrow so that every time she tries to sit down she is reminded of what happened tonight." Sir says.

Eye to eye I stare mesmerized by this man. I know what is coming yet I cannot contain myself I lean forward and pushing my lips onto his as hard as can I signal to him to do what he will with me.

In rapid succession my ass continues to be his target. POW! POW! POW! POW! "OW! OW! OW! OW!"

My ass feels like it is on fire with each slap increasing my sensitivity to the point where I become aware of the next slap before it is applied! It is getting too much. I feel my tears flowing down my cheeks cooling them as they go. When will it end?

"No stop, please stop" I beg as I roll my ass around trying to avoid the slaps of his big callused hands. But my movement only causes his hand to catch my thighs instead of my ass and that just hurts more.

"Does my pussy hurt?" He asks.

"Yyesss" Is my only reply.

"You don't really want me to stop do you?' he asks taking his hands away and freeing me from his grip I try to get away but still being unsteady I fall back into his arms.

"Good now remember you're my whore and I can do with you as I please " he replies.

He looks into my eyes and smiles all the while I fidget around trying to break free of his grip. Fearing his next searing touch.

"Are you still afraid?" He asks.

"YYes sir." I reply.

"Good pussy." He says matter of factly and then proceeds to fondle my cock until I feel myself reach a fever pitch.

"I'M READY TO CUM!" I groan holding back as best I can.

His caressing hand falls away from my being.

"Oh please don't stop! More I need more. Hit me. Please hit me." Then begging him "I'm your whore! Fuck me please!" I urge him on.

 

 

 

piss

 

"Not yet! Don't come until I tell you! Do you understand? "

"Kneel down here facing me." He says as he pushes me down.

Grabbing the back of my head he pulls my face into his crotch. I feel his soft cock pressing against my lips.

Immediately my mouth opens and sucks him inside all soft and tasting of his cum.

I feel his grip on me tighten up. "Don't let any spill or you'll have to clean it up."

Suddenly a hot explosion fills my mouth! PISS! He is pissing into my mouth. I try to squirm my head out of his grip but find it impossible. It's taste is heavy and acrid from holding it in all day.

"Stop squirming and drink!" I hear him say from above me.

Unable to break free I stop fidgeting and try to focus on him and what he is saying.

"That's a good whore!" he says from above me.

"Yes." I answer immediately but it sounds all garbled with all the piss in my mouth.

He slows down to a trickle then nothing and then releases his grip on me.

I stand up before him whipping my face of his piss.

"That's was good wasn't it boy?"

"Yes sir, thank you sir."

"Good whore."

Having still not cum I find it impossible to stay still from all my pent up sex.

I want more of sirs elixur.

Eyeing the bottle on the bureau I ask him "I want to be a good whore sir can I please have another sniff sir?"

"Sure go ahead. There's more where that came from" he says handing my the magic bottle.

I close my eyes and breath through my nose. There it goes through my body. My mind races and spins at the same time, this and sex is all that matters.

POW! OH THE PAIN! I am brought awake again by sir. After each slap now I do a little dance.

"OW! No more! Please stop. Don't Please!" I beg for him to stop. POW! POW! Still again and again I am forced to endure the pain. My ass feels like I am sitting on hot coals. The throbbing pain digs deep within me as I await yet another blow.

Then just as suddenly the beating starts, it subsides.

Sir bends over and while tenderly placing hot wet kisses all over my face once again begins to massage my throbbing cock.

"OHHH!' I shiver and shake uncontrollably from his attention to me.

"You like this?" He asks.

"OHHHH, I loove it." I croon, not wanting him to stop.

"Only gutter pigs like this. Are you a gutter pig?"

"No!" I say ashamedly.

POW! " OHHH! "POW!"OHHH!" POW! "OHHH!" He is hitting me! He is fondling me!

Like a thousand bees his hands sting at my ass, tears run down my cheeks like rivers. Like a lightening bolt, each slap penetrating my being, instantly jolting me awake only to have a vail of fog immediately cloud my thoughts again. And when I gain my thoughts it is all about my throbbing hardon. I tighten my ass waiting for the next throbbing blow or the next soft stroke and yet through it all I hang onto him for dear life, afraid to let go.

"Yes! I'm a gutter pig." I say to stop him from hitting me.

"Like that?" He asks.

POW!! "EEEK! Please." I start to scream as the pain of each blow brings on an intolerable stinging sensation.

"Like That?" He asks again.

Is he asking if I like him fondling me or hitting me?

POW! "EEEK!! OHH! Please yes!" I beg him again.

"What did you say? Are you not my beautiful gutter pig?" He asks.

SLAP! "OHHH! Please no. Please yes." SLAP! "OHHH!" SLAP! "OHHH YES!" and another SLAP! "OHH

YES, YES!" I see his hand exploding on my ass! Each hit a revelation in my being!

Then a inkling of something starts to build deep within me. POW! POW! My ass burns it's way deep inside me.

The pain is becomes part of my sexual desire and causes a desire to erupt within me until I can no longer contain it! "YES! BEAT ME! PLEASE I'M YOURS. I'M YOUR FUCKING GUTTER PIG!" My emotions pour out of me!

Then Sir whispers in my ear "OK you can come now."

POW! "OHHHHH! PLEEEEASE FUUUUCK MEEEE!" I pray for him to continue beating me! Still not letting go of him I squeeze his leg between mine and just like a dog I ride him, my body jerking uncontrollably at the waves of spasm coursing through me. Closing my eyes I feel the sudden gush shooting from me, then an instant later another gush as my body trembles from my experience and finally the last bit is painfully spit out of me. Slowly I come back down from whereever I was.

Still holding me to him, he says smiling "Beautiful! Take a look at yourself in the mirror. My first and only rough rider. "

I hold onto him so as not to fall down and turn to face the mirror.

I see the scared boy bent over and cowering in the man's arms with his reddened ass and a face full of his own slobber crying in waves of pain and desires that have past. His ass glows a sharp red clearly set off from the white of his skin. The man above him is smiling.

I see the over whelming look of shame on the boys face. He…I can't go on like this. I shouldn't be doing this. I've got to stop. I want to crawl into a hole and sleep. I fall to my knees and break out sobbing, my shoulders rounded over as tears race uncontrollably down my cheeks. Seconds pass as I continue to break down.

"OK, OK, That's enough now." I hear Sir say as he rubs my back. "Look!" He says as he tugs my head up to see. "Look what you've done to my pants." He says pointing to the telltale white mucus substance on his pant leg.

"I'm sorry."

"You got your cum on my pants. What are you going to do about it."

I don't answer cause I don't want to do it.

"Come on, clean it up"

Then grabbing my head and forcing me towards the stain. "Come on now clean it up."

Something makes me resist but he is too strong for me.

He becomes annoyed and pushes my face hard against the mucous substance. "Open your pussy mouth and get busy licking it clean."

POW! His other hand lands on my ass the hardest hit yet.

"OWWWW!" His slap forces my mouth open and tongue to come out touching the stinky stuff.

My tongue withdraws into my mouth carrying the horrible substance with it. The taste causes my stomach to lurch but I hold back. Sirs hand falls away from my head as I force myself to lick up the rest.

"And don't forget what fell on the carpet. You'd better get that as well."

"Yes sir." I reply as I bend further down lapping at the dirty floor testing for the taste of my cum and the piss that got away.

 

"See how you are. Your not like other kids. Your special, you belong to me and to the family.

You've got to remember " That's enough for now. Boy you've hurt my hand hitting you."

"I'm sorry sir" I reply automatically.

Letting me go Sir sits back down on the side of the bed and light's a cigar. I remain frozen staring at the other boy in the mirror wishing I were him. It's hard coming down from the high I was just at.

"What about the pool. You wanted to go before." He says to me.

"No, I don't want to go now." I say still staring at myself in the mirror right next to the magic bottle.

"Good, you'll have plenty of time to enjoy the water at the ranch with Mikey and the rest tomorrow when we get there. Come to bed before you fall down. And stop playing with yourself. "

I try to find the words through the haze of my mind "I, I.. can't… help… it…feels soooo fuckin…good." I start to remember our last trip. Pictures of me with Mikey and uncle Dan come into sharp focus. "Can Mikey and uncle Dan fuck me tomorrow? Please… pretty please…,I, I'll… be your good little… whore. Please oh please let me." Slurring my words seems to put more emphasis on them.

I look down to see my hand continuing to jerk at my limp red cock head and my other hand reached around and poking into my asshole.

"Fuck…. I… can't… get… hard. Fuckin….pussy."

Still woozy from the magic I reach out my hand for his support but he just rolls over away from me and curls up ignoring me. It's funny I can think clearly, especially about sex, but when I try to do anything I get all sloppy.

"Yes, yes… I can wait… until… tomorrow." I say resignedly, just mouthing the words. I continue to float in a fog-like state. I've developed this lump in my stomach that only keeps on getting bigger and tighter.

Ouch! OHH! My cock hurts from my continuous jerking off.

"Good now if your done playing with yourself. Come to bed." He says without turning over.

Unsteadily I stand up, still feeling like I could float out of here, my ass feeling like the surface of the sun. I try to speak "Please fill me up." Not knowing what I mean by that.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow you'll get all you can handle." He says half dozing off.

BAM! OUCH! I stub my toe on the bed frame.

"What boy? That's' the crap you snort, it's still in you. Go to sleep give it a chance to wear off."

"Can I have my teddy bear?"

"Yes get it and get to bed."

I grab my teddy bear and manage to literally fall into bed with my head spinning wildly.

"Now go to sleep!"

When I hear that tone of voice I know enough to just say "Yes Daddy. I love you."