Story of a teen's intense domination by his uncle and his uncle's girlfriend. BDSM, chastity, enemas, corporal punishment, and more. Comments welcome.

David’s Abuse
By
BD Mann​

I know that it’s wrong, but ever since my sister’s son, David, came to live with me, I’ve been abusing him. At sixteen he’s a bit small for his age and isn’t really cut out for working on the farm, and I think that’s part of why I’ve been so hard on him. It isn’t just verbal abuse or whipping his bare ass when he screws up, Christ; I have the poor kid locked up in a chastity device. Can you imagine that? A horny sixteen year old with a cock he can’t touch, a cock that can’t even get fully erect when trapped inside of the plastic penis tube? It’s a horribly wicked kind of torture, yet I find myself enormously aroused subjecting him to it.
I’m not exactly sure how I came up with the sadistic idea. All I know is that I’d seen these modern day male chastity devices advertised on the Internet a couple years ago, had thought it was pretty demented, and hadn’t thought much about it since. That is, until one morning a few days after David arrived. I’d gotten up from bed to take my morning piss, only to find the bathroom door closed and David already inside. I stood outside the door for a minute without saying anything and suddenly I was aware that the kid was sitting in there jerking off. I’d found the notion amusing, having spent enough sessions during my own youth behind a locked bathroom door yanking on my stiff cock.
I started to back off, thinking I could wait another couple minutes, when the thought of putting the kid in one of those plastic chastity devices to keep him from abusing himself popped into my head out of nowhere. Much to my surprise, the instant the image fully formed in my mind, I found myself with a sudden, throbbing, erection tenting out the front of my sweat pants. The intensity of my reaction scared the hell out of me and I’d quickly gone back to my bedroom, fighting to banish the bizarre notion from my mind.
Unfortunately, it continued to haunt me throughout the day. I’d glance over at my nephew helping me with some chore and I’d abruptly find myself thinking about how agonizing it would be for him to be unable to play with his cock two or three times a day, like I had at that age. Then, within seconds I’d be suffering from a painfully stiff hard on trapped inside my jeans. It continued like that all day long. That night, almost as if possessed, I went online and ordered what they call a CB-3000 chastity device and even paid extra for rush delivery. I received it the following afternoon and had it secured about David’s genitals for the first time by that evening.
He was reluctant, but I introduced his bottom to the plastic spatula from my kitchen drawer and he quickly lost his will to resist. The thing consists of a hard plastic ring that fits snugly about the base of both the cock and balls, then this short plastic tube that the limp penis fits into. Plastic pins are used to secure the tube to the ring, pointed slightly down, so that it’s impossible to work the penis free. A small postage stamp sized padlock slips through a hole in one of the pins and makes it impossible to remove without the key.
I’ve always liked women, never been attracted to men, or boys for that matter, but nothing turns me on quite like adding to this kid’s distress. He’s always horny, his balls swollen and tight, aching and bloated with cum, because I’m very strict about how often I allow him to ejaculate. I keep him in chastity all through the night and throughout the workday, just to make certain that he doesn’t try and sneak away for some quick relief. Then I usually let him out in the evening, but keep a close eye on him. He knows I’ll be furious if he ever ejaculates without my permission, but when he gets to six or seven days straight without cumming, his desperation for release starts to become as powerful as his fear of my wrath.
My farm is small and quite secluded, no one else around for miles, so now that it’s gotten warmer, I’ve been making him do his chores without any jeans or underwear on. That way I can constantly see his captive little cock and fat, bulging balls throughout the day. He gives pained grunts and frustrated gasps all day long, anytime his cock becomes aroused for some reason and starts to swell inside the restrictive tube, unable to ever get fully erect. It gets worse the longer I make him go without squirting a load, his sore dick swollen and filling the tube to capacity through most of the day.
Consequently, when we go inside for the evening to unlock his chastity device and pull the plastic tube free, his cock always stiffens into a rock hard pole of flesh within seconds. I have him strip naked, tie a string around the base of his cock and balls so that he remains painfully erect, then put him to work preparing dinner. I’ll sit at the table and enjoy a beer while keeping an eye on him. I like to flaunt the fact that I can get and play with my erection anytime I want, so lately I’ve been pulling my cock out and stroking it while I watch him, aware that he’s desperate to reach down and do the same for himself. Been doing the same thing at times during the workday, pulling out a nice stiff boner while we’re out hoeing the fields, then watching as he grunts and moans in frustration because his own cock can’t even get fully hard while locked away.
I still can’t figure out why making him suffer this way gets me so excited, but it does. After he’s cleaned up the dinner dishes, I usually oil up his cock and then slowly rub and pull the turgid organ through my slippery fingers, bringing him right to the brink of orgasm, then pulling away just before he can. I tie him up first, either to a kitchen chair or on his back in his bed, because at this point he’s beyond having any self control. He writhes and moans and begs me to let him cum, apparently unaware that his desperate pleas only serve to fuel my desire to make him suffer all the more. I torment him in this fashion for at least an hour, longer if I’ve let him cum recently and he’s better able to withstand the strain.
Only when his balls are so swollen and sore that they feel as if they might burst do I finally end the treatment. Then, with his needy cock straining rigidly up from his crotch, I’ll take my throbbing erection in my hand and start pumping it just inches from his face. I instruct him to watch as my big balls draw up tight, tell him how wonderful it’s going to feel to squirt thick, milky streams of cum. I order him to open his mouth and stick out his tongue, tell him that if he catches and swallows every last drop of my load, that I just might let him cum as well. He knows the chances are good that, no matter how diligently he gulps down my spunk, I’m not going to allow him any relief, but he also knows that if he doesn’t, there’s no chance at all that I’ll be merciful, so every time he does his absolute best.
Just about six nights out of seven, I pump a huge load down the boy’s throat, remove the string from around the base of his cock and balls, then leave him tied up until his erection finally begins to falter. Once his cock is small enough, I slip it back into the penis tube and lock it away for the night. Towards the end of the week, this can take quite some time, and on a few times occasions I’ve had to place a bag of frozen corn in his lap in order to get the swelling to subside. Often he’s sobbing and pleading with me for mercy as I force his little dick back into captivity for the night. He’ll toss and turn in his bed for hours, suffering from painful partial erections. Only when I sense that I’ve pushed him to the absolute edge of his endurance, to the point where he might literally lose his mind from the sexual frustration, which thus far has typically taken about a week, do I provide him with release.
I never make it easy for him, however. I always insist that he do something in order to earn the pleasure of orgasm. Sometimes it’s something as simple as endure a dozen spanks from the spatula or hairbrush, but more often than not it involves some sort of humiliation. I might insist that he lie on his bed and fuck himself with a carrot while he jerks himself off or it might be that he has to take and hold a soapy enema for twenty minutes first. Maybe he’ll have to defecate in a bucket out in the backyard while I watch for the following week or perhaps I’ll make him work the following day with a thick, rubber butt-plug wedged up his ass. Once I made him earn his orgasm by being my bathroom attendant for the week. He’d kneel in there while I took a shit and he’d wipe my ass hole clean afterwards, first with paper and then with his tongue.
Even though I was jerking off into David’s mouth most nights of the week, that didn’t decrease my desire to fuck Alice, my girlfriend. I still had her over most Saturday nights and we’d screw into the wee hours of the morning. It wasn’t until the third week that David had been there that I decided to show him what he was missing. Before she arrived, I removed my nephew’s chastity device, put a kitchen chair into my bedroom closet, then tied him securely in place. As a precaution, I put a gag in his mouth, then shut the louvered door, raising the slat just before his eyes so that he had a perfect view of my bed.
Alice is a sexy little blonde who loves to please me. Getting her to perform a lewd strip tease and dildo show for me, positioned so that David could see everything, had been easy. As she suckled my cock, she never caught on that I kept her arranged so that we were visible from the closet, and didn’t think twice when I wanted to take her doggy style on the floor, instead of in the bed, my thighs slapping against her rounded backside with each thrust just a couple feet from the louvered door.
Alice only stays the night about one Saturday a month, and on those occasions David remains in the closet until she leaves sometime Sunday morning. Otherwise, she’s usually on her way home by about two AM, and I’ll slide open the closet door to find my nephew drenched in sweat, his cock intently straining up from between his legs, the shaft coated with the precum its been steadily leaking. Alice is clearly the first real live woman he’s ever seen in action and I’ve certain that it’s dreams about her that keep him tossing and turning most nights. He was becoming a real pest, the way he’d beg me to let him cum afterwards, but that stopped the instant I threatened to leave him in his room the next Saturday, instead of letting him watch from the closet.
I don’t let the kid ejaculate often, but when I do, he cums like a son-of-a-bitch. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before. He squirts what seems like a gallon of spunk, jerking and squirming, almost as if he’s having some kind of a seizure. Afterwards he’s completely exhausted and nine times out of ten he’s already sound asleep as I secure his genitals back in the chastity device. I tried making him wait more than a week between orgasms, but discovered that somewhere around day nine or ten he was having spontaneous emissions in his sleep. There was a certain satisfaction in knowing that his wet dreams were not nearly as pleasurable for him than if he were to ejaculate while awake, and it gave me ample excuses to punish him for having cum without permission, but in the end I decided that I got more out of seeing his spastic contortions when he came, so I started giving him relief every week or so.
Almost four months after he arrived here, I got an abrupt reminder of just how wrong my treatment of David was. He received an unexpected call from his mother, who had finally been released from the hospital, and wanted to know if he was ready to fly back to California. I stood there in the kitchen listening, scared to death that my nephew would start telling her about all of the demented things I had been doing to him right then and there, and certain that if he didn’t, he’d do so the instant he got home. David glanced over at me and I did my best to hide my rising fear, but when he turned with the phone and started talking to his mom, I was astounded.
He told her how happy he was that she was getting better, but claimed that he worried that having him back to take care of would impede her healing. He then asked her if it would be okay if he remained with me for at least another six months or so, since he was learning so much from working on the farm. I hadn’t been able to believe my ears, and when I got on the phone with my sister, I told her what a great boy she had and what a huge help he’d been. She told me how lucky David was to have someone who could be a father figure for him and thanked me for taking him in.
I repaid David for keeping our secret by being even harder on him. I started making him wear a butt-plug several days a week, which was a struggle when I had him doing chores that required him to constantly bend and crouch. I also began wrapping thin rope about the top of his scrotum, forcing his balls down into a fat, bulging bundle and tying it off. This became particularly torturous towards the end of the week, when his testicles were aching and bloated with cum. Things didn’t really get bad for him until a few weeks later though, just after what I was certain at the time was a horrible disaster.
It had been a Saturday night and, as usual, I had David tied up in the closet, his throbbing little dick standing up at rigid attention as he gazed through the open slate. I’d been fucking Alice in front of the closet, when my CD player abruptly stopped working and the music that had been filling the room went silent. That’s when Alice heard a muffled moan from inside the closet. I tried to stop her, but before I could, she pulled the door open to reveal my nephew, stark naked, tied up and gagged, his precum slick erection pointing up towards the ceiling. I stood there, tensed, ready for her to scream bloody murder.
Much to my dismay, Alice had been completely captivated by the sight. When she learned about his chastity device, she became more excited than I’d ever seen her before and wanted to know absolutely every detail of what we’d been doing together. The only thing she was displeased about was the fact that I’d been keeping it a secret from her for so long. All of her attention, standing over him naked, reaching out to run her fingers across his sweaty skin, proved too much for poor David. Though no one reached down to touch his cock, it started to jerk and spurt thick ropes of milky cum all on its own, causing David to gasp and Alice to give a squeal of delight.
It also provided a good excuse for Alice to give the boy a first punishment. I offered her the spatula or hairbrush I’d been using, but she searched around and found this eighteen inch wooden ruler. She made him drape himself facedown across her lap and laid into him without mercy, flattening the moons of his ass again and again. The meaty cakes were glowing a bright red by the time she was finished and it seemed to me that he’d never sobbed with quite such intensity after any of my spankings. Afterwards she reveled in fastening his genitals back into his CB-3000 before putting him to bed.
Things changed drastically after that. Alice and I had been talking about having Alice move in with me prior to David’s sudden arrival five months before, so she ended up moving in the very next day. I suppose I might have felt a bit jealous about how turned on Alice became around my nephew, if watching her torment and abuse him hadn’t aroused me so much as well. Alice was able to tease and excite him in ways I never could. Just by simply squeezing and shaking her big boobies in front of his face she could have his poor cock aching in captivity if he was still in chastity or stiff and pulsating with agonizing need if he wasn’t. My hand sliding across his oiled erection had an effect, but nothing compared to how he gasped and squirmed when she was fingering his throbbing pole.
With both of us there, David was almost constantly teased and stimulated. Alice started getting him up early each morning so that she could free his cock from chastity for about an hour or so before we went to work for the day. Getting him back into it often required a bag of frozen vegetables from the freezer. Even then, he was gnawing his lower lip throughout the day as he struggled with the discomfort of his cock constantly trying to get hard. Alice also developed a serious fascination with his rectum, usually coming out to the fields in the afternoon to work a greased plug up inside of his ass, which he has to endure until after dinner.
I’d never hesitated to punish the boy with a sound spanking, but Alice found excuses to brutalize his bare bottom several times a day. She started experimenting with a wide variety of spanking implements, from the long handled wooden spoon from the kitchen to switches cut from slender branches off the birch trees out back. One of her favorites and David’s most feared was an old leather belt of mine she found in the closet. Just having her order him to go fetch it caused tears to well up in his eyes and he was often already sobbing before she even delivered the first blow. If I hadn’t intervened and insisted she only use the belt for serious infractions, I think she would have beaten him with it most every night.
Something David dreaded nearly as much as a strapping from the belt were Alice’s frequent enema treatments. After the first time she withdrew a soiled butt-plug from his ass, cleaning him out became a part of his nightly bathing routine. She preferred using this two pint squeeze-bulb enema with a long, thick nozzle. She’d drape him across the rim of the bathtub or across her lap as she sat on the toilet, then proceed to transfer the contents of a soapy bucket of warm water into his bowels, one fat squeeze-bulb at a time. She’d make him squat in the bathtub to expel the watery load, reaching back to spread his meaty butt cheeks apart. The pressure of having his bowels so full inevitably gave him an erection, and if Alice wanted to add to his distress, she’d keep his poor cock locked up during the treatments.
He suffered horribly, his butt plugged to hold in the quarts of fluid, then forced to attend to chores around the house before he’d be allowed to release it. I realized how much more he was being subjected to since Alice had moved in, yet any devotion that he’d shown towards me was miniscule compared to the absolute adoration he had for Alice. He worshiped her, regardless of how harshly she treated him. A smile from her or some expression of affection could sustain him for days, whereas her scolding tone could to cut him far worse than the belt. By far the worst treatment she ever forced him to endure was the week that she ignored him completely.
However, Alice wasn’t just about punishment and abuse. She also found ample ways to reward David for enduring the hardships we forced upon him. She spent long hours teaching him how to use his mouth and tongue to please her and he practically lived for the chance to lick her pussy to orgasm. Often times a brutal spanking was usually followed by gentle caresses and the application of soothing creams to his burning backside. She expressed genuine sympathy for the difficulties he had to live with, while never easing up on the cruelties she perpetuated against him. There were endless times when she’d lovingly brush aside the hair from his sweaty forehead, as he sobbed and begged her for mercy, while gently explaining to him that whatever agony he was suffering was necessary and that she knew he’d be able to endure it for her.
Alice’s arrival at the house also ended up increasing my own involvement in my nephew’s abuse. She was surprised to discover that, aside from jerking off into his mouth, I wasn’t using David sexually. I was reluctant at first, but Alice made it clear just how much she wanted to see him suck my cock and I have to admit that I got off on having her give him lessons. Soon we had him licking my balls and asshole while I fucked Alice. I’d squirt a huge load into her pussy or ass and then David would diligently suck it all out of her. She was just as eager to have me slide my big cock up his puckered ass hole. Fortunately his butt-plug training had him nice and stretched so he took my throbbing rob with little difficulty.
Alice got a strap-on awhile back so that she could fuck him as well. She’s used it a couple of times, but says that she prefers to watch me plowing his tight teen ass. Her favorite way to have him cum now is with me on my back and David squatting above me, fucking himself on my stiff cock. Alice strokes his rigid little erection until he squirts enormous streams of sticky juice across my stomach and chest, which she then makes him lick clean. After locking his withered penis back into the CB-3000, she’s been having him sleep on the floor at the foot of our bed.
Ten days ago we shipped David off to see his mother for a month. He didn’t want to leave, but I know my sister misses him and wants to him to visit. We locked him up in his chastity device before he left, so we know without a doubt that he’ll be back. He was calling every day, pleading with us to let him come back early. Then Alice told him that if he does end up returning early, he’ll still have to remain locked up for the entire month, plus two additional weeks as well and that put an end to his requests to cut the visit short.
If I were David, I’m sure I wouldn’t be so eager to return. After going without for so long, Alice and I are going to have a quite a bit of abuse stored up for him when he gets here. We’re really looking forward to it.

THE END​

 

Tried to read it. Just couldn't.

Try adding spaces between paragraphs. It makes it SO MUCH easier to read online.

 

Great story! Really liked all the abuse and especially the humiliation by Alice. Please write more....