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I’d realized, of course, that my nephew, Jimmy, was a hot little number when I let him move in with me. What I hadn’t realized, however, was that Jimmy not only realized this himself, but had been making money off his good looks for over a year before he moved in, exposing himself on a gay porn site in all his naked glory. Not surprisingly, he had continued doing this even after he moved in.
I was totally unaware of this until I came home unexpectedly one afternoon and caught him in the bathroom in the midst of one of his porn sessions, buck naked going through a series of suggestive poses. When I confronted him about what he was doing after that session was over, Jimmy almost contemptuously dismissed my concerns. “Don’t worry, Uncle Bill,” he told me. “I’m just fleecing a bunch of fags out of money they don’t deserve anyway. The most I ever do is jack off for them. And those sick pervs just cough up the cash whenever I do that. Dumb fucks.”
To say I found his arrogance off-putting would be to put it mildly. To be honest, I wasn’t bothered by his willingness to strip down and jack off for total strangers. After all, he had a nice body and if he wanted to use it to make some money, well that was his own business. But the sneering contempt he held for the gay dudes who were sending him money, that was something else.
It was obvious that Jimmy didn’t realize that I was one of those gay ‘pervs’ he so dismissively scorned. I hadn’t had an easy time of it when I was younger. It was a different world then and coming out was fraught with not only uncertainty but real danger. That’s what I’d thought, anyway, though listening to my nephew made me realize that the world hadn’t changed all that much in all those years.
The more I thought about it, the more I became determined that, whether he wanted to or not, my nephew had to be made to understand what it was like to be on the other side, to be one of those ‘pervs’ he so casually dismissed. And I was just the Man to make that epiphany come to pass.
But I bided my time. I waited until Jimmy came home on a Friday night, drunk as the proverbial skunk. He was so out of it that he could scarcely keep his eyes open. I remonstrated with him about the perils of driving while so obviously intoxicated, but he just blew me off. That really pissed me off but it also made me realize that tonight might be the perfect opportunity to put the plans I’d been developing into action.
I walked to Jimmy and grabbed the car keys out of his hands. “You’re grounded, boy,” I declared, “until further notice.”
“What the fuck,” he slurred out angrily. “You can’t do that.”
“The hell I can’t,” I retorted. “No little bitch is going to tell me what I can and can’t do, not in my own house.”
Jimmy took real exception to that categorization. “Who the fuck you calling a ‘little bitch?’” he demanded.
“You,” I shot back. “I’m calling you a little bitch because that’s the way you been acting around here for the last couple months. Just like a little bitch. But that’s coming to an end. Tonight. So get your little bitch ass over my lap. It’s time you learned to show proper respect to your betters.”
“Fuck you,” Jimmy screamed. “I’m not gonna let you spank me like I’m some little boy.”
“We’ll see about that,” I said as I reached out and grabbed him.
Cold sober, I doubt if Jimmy could have put up much of a fight against me. While he is wiry and nicely muscled, he’s only 5’6”. I’m easily 6’2” and have him by at least sixty pounds of muscle. As it was, with him drunk as the proverbial skunk, it wasn’t even close. I had him down on my lap, his legs flailing in the air in under two minutes.
But it wasn’t until I reached under him and started untying the laces on the sweatpants he’d been wearing that I think Jimmy had any inkling of what was really going on. “What are you doing, Uncle Bill?” he squealed, writhing around on my lap as I started pulling the pants down his legs. “What the fuck are you doing?” he screamed as his underwear joined his sweatpants pooling around his ankles.
“Little bitches always get bare-assed spankings as you’re about to find out,” I replied as I reached under him again and grabbed his boy-junk in my hand, squeezing tightly. “Now, if you know what’s good for you…” and, here, I gave Jimmy’s junk are hard twist that made him screech, “you’ll just calm down, and take your ass-whipping like a good little bitchboy. Do you understand?”
Seeing how I literally had him by the balls, Jimmy didn’t have much choice but to agree, “Yes, Uncle Bill. I understand.” While the words were submissive, the tone was anything but. But I was confident that by the end of the evening, it wouldn’t just be Jimmy’s words that were suitably submissive, it would be his whole persona.
“Good,” I replied, not mentioning his tone but promising myself to make my nephew pay a heavy price for that. And then, for the next fifteen minutes I gave the boy an ass-tanning, the likes of which it was obvious he had never experienced before. The yelps and squeals were audible in the first five minutes, he was begging me to stop by the tenth minute, and the little bitch was sobbing uncontrollably by the time it was over.
Jimmy’s little tush was a brilliant red and hot to the touch by the time I stopped whaling away at it. I told him to stand up and he gingerly complied. “Now bend over and get rid of the sweatpants and briefs,” I ordered.
“Why?” Jimmy asked in a querulous voice.
“Because I told you to, bitch,” I responded angrily, putting a pointed emphasis on the word ‘bitch.’ “That’s why.”
Jimmy didn’t like that much, but he was afraid of me now, so he slowly bent over and stepped out of his sweatpants and underwear.
“Now come with me,” I ordered, heading toward the bathroom. I could see that Jimmy was getting nervous as we entered the bathroom. That’s exactly what I wanted.
“Okay, bitch, get on your porn site,” I ordered.
“Why?” Jimmy whined. “Why do you want me to do that?”
“Because, bitch,” I replied with a wicked smirk on my face, “you’re going to give all those ‘pervs’ who watch you their money’s worth tonight.”
“But I’m not scheduled right now,” he argued.
“So you’ll be giving your pervs a surprise bonus,” I retorted. “Now do what I told you and get on your site, or I’ll give you another spanking that will make the last one seem like a massage.”
“Fuck!” Jimmy exclaimed, but he opened his laptop and started signing in.
“By the way, bitch,” I asked as he was doing that, “what name do you go by on the site?”
Jimmy actually blushed when he heard my question. “Teen-God Maxum,” he finally admitted.
I couldn’t help laughing. “Teen-God Maxum,” I repeated, still laughing. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” I was still laughing when Jimmy completed the connections. He was now on site.
Once he was on his site, I took over. I pushed him aside and started typing.
Teen-God Maxum has decided to provide all his subscribers with a special bonus edition of his show. And he’s going to use this opportunity to show his subscribers exactly what he truly is, and he’ll begin by having his pubes shaved off. He doesn’t deserve to have manly hair on his body because he’s not really a Teen-God at all, but rather just a lowly pussyboy as you shall all see.
Jimmy read what I’d typed and looked at me in shock. “No, man. No,” he protested. “You can’t shave me. Not my pubes. Not my pubes.”
“Watch me, boy,” I replied with a smirk. “Just like all your subscribers are going to as I shave your pubes – and the rest of your body – totally bare.”
I walked over to the sink, got a new razor out and started running some hot water. I picked up a can of shaving cream and walked back to Jimmy.
“Please, Uncle Bill,” the boy pleaded. “Please don’t shave my pubes. I’ll be so embarrassed if my friends see me all bare and smooth like a little boy.”
“Well then, you better prepare yourself to be embarrassed, boy,” I rejoined, “cause those pubes are gonna be history in just a few minutes.”
I knew that, practically speaking, it would be better to first trim the boy’s pubic bush with electric clippers before actually shaving it, but I figured that aesthetically his viewers would find it more amusing if I just started in shaving all his pubes off with a regular safety razor. So the first thing I did was lather up Jimmy’s crotch.
Jimmy didn’t like that at all, and he started struggling against me. I’d prepared for that and grabbed the rope I’d stashed in the bathroom from atop a counter. I had his wrists tied behind his back in less than three minutes. “Control yourself, boy,” I warned him, “or I’ll give you another ass-tanning right now in front of all your followers.”
That threat calmed him down a little, which almost made me laugh. Tanning the boy’s ass was nothing compared to what I’d be doing to Jimmy before we were done today. Not even close.
When I started to go to work on the boy’s bush, it was obvious that Jimmy did a fair amount of manscaping himself. But the fact that he’d purposely left such a relatively large patch of pubes showed the importance he attached to that. So I really relished taking a razor to Jimmy’s crotch.
And my perceptions on that point were borne out with the very first scrape. The boy emitted a low moan, and I could actually see tears in his eyes as I removed a large swatch of his boy-bush, which just made my Man-cock throb in my shorts. I made quick work of the rest of his crotch hair, though I had to go slower when I moved on to his balls and dick. But in less than five minutes, Jimmy’s entire crotch was as hairless as a prepubescent little boy’s, a transformation I intentionally verbalized just to humiliate the boy even more. And, judging by the way Jimmy’s entire body turned a radiant scarlet, I definitely succeeded.
I turned the boy around and told him to reach down and separate his ass-cheeks so I could shave his ‘pussy.’ Jimmy didn’t like that at all, but a flurry of hard slaps to his naked butt convinced him he had no choice but to do what he was told. Except for his ass-cleft and taint, the boy’s ass was pretty much naturally hairless, so it didn’t take long to remove any indicia of masculinity back there. But with his now shaven rosette on total display, I couldn’t resist burying my middle finger all the way up Jimmy’s virgin boy-hole. “Oh, fuck,” the boy squealed as my finger made its initial penetration, but he managed to keep quiet while I finger-fucked his hole for a good two minutes though it was obvious he found this treatment totally humiliating, seeing how it was being transmitted live to any of Teen God Maxum’s followers who were watching.
Jimmy’s chest was like his ass, naturally hairless, but I knew he had a decent amount of pit hair, so I undid his wrists from the rope, moved them in front of his body and re-tied them. Then I told him to raise his arms over his head. I’m pretty sure he knew what was coming but by this time he was too afraid of me to even verbally protest. In less than ten minutes, the boy had totally hairless armpits just like a bitch should. I made a point of feeling both pits up, commenting about how smooth and sleek they looked, as Jimmy just stared straight ahead, not wanting to give me the satisfaction of showing me how much he hated what I was doing to him. Of course, by doing that, I understood just how deeply I was getting to him.
I told him to drop his hands and then walked back to the laptop. I was about to type a message on it when it finally dawned on me. “This thing has audio, doesn’t it, boy?” I asked Jimmy.
“It does for me, so the subscribers can hear me,” the boy admitted, “but it’s not turned on right now.”
“How do I turn it on?” I inquired.
“Oh, fuck,” Jimmy exclaimed. “Come on, man. You don’t want to do that.”
“Let me be the judge of what I want to do, boy,” I responded. “Now tell me how to turn it on or I’ll show all your subscribers how well you take a hard ass-bashing.”
“Mortherfuck,” he muttered, but he told me what I wanted to know and, just a minute later, his audience had full audio of everything that was being said to go along with their video feeds.
By this time, the constant back and forth I was having with Jimmy, even after the ass-thrashing I’d given him earlier, had simply reinforced my determination to provide my nephew with a total attitude adjustment. And I knew exactly how I intended to do just that. With the audio now on, I decided to share this info with all of Teen God Maxum’s subscribers.
“Guys,” I said looking directly at the camera, “I should probably introduce myself. My name is William and I’m about to become Teen God Maxum’s Master.”
“The fuck you say,” I could Jimmy swearing behind me. “No fucking way, asshole, am I going to let you become my Master.”
“As you can see, guys, the little bitch still has quite the mouth on him. So I’m gonna shut him up while I explain what’s gonna be happening here. And what better way to do that that with a pair of those pretty panties Teen God Maxum likes to wear. He won’t be wearing them anymore, because he’s gonna be naked all the time from now on, so I’m glad I could find another use for them.”
With that, I turned around and approached my nephew. “Open your mouth, bitch,” I ordered as I backed him up against the clothes washer.
“No…no…don’t…” he protested. But I ignored him and, after rubbing his face in his dirty underwear for a few seconds, I slowly forced them inside his mouth. “Don’t even think about spitting them out, bitch,” I said as I grabbed his boy-junk in my right hand and squeezed hard. “If you do, I turn your little nads into a pair of punching bags that will have you seeing stars for the next week.”
Jimmy’s eyes were shooting darts at me, but he kept his dirty underwear stuffed in his mouth.
Once I had my nephew gagged, I maneuvered him back right in front of the camera. I turned him around so that he was facing away, with his pretty boy-ass in perfect view. I forced Jimmy to bend over and then I spread his cheeks apart.
“Guys,” I said, speaking to the online subscribers, “I want to show you something. This is what a cherry boypussy looks like. Take a good look. Take a screenshot if you want. I want you all to remember what Teen God Maxum’s boy-hole looked like at the start of this show and then compare it to what it looks like at the end. And I guarantee you that they won’t look anything alike. Because Teen God Maxum is about to lose his cherry, live, while you watch.”
I could hear Jimmy’s frantic, muffled protests as he listened to what I said. I’m sure he would have tried to run at that point, but I’d released his buns and grabbed his boy-junk ahead of time and he wasn’t going anywhere. Even with his dirty underwear in his mouth, Jimmy’s objections were obvious. I turned back to the camera. “What do you say, guys? Do you want to see Teen God Maxum cunted-out like a bitch? Cause I can tell you, guys, I’ve got the Man-cock that can do it. Just look.” And saying that, I lowered my own shorts.
Jimmy had still been struggling up until this point, but he couldn’t keep from turning around to look at my cock. And when he saw the throbbing ten-inch pole, thick as Jimmy’s wrist from the base to the crown, his eyes just bugged out and I realized he had never seen my cock before – at least not fully erect. Almost immediately, the tone of his muffled cries turned from anger to abject fear and though I couldn’t understand a word, I knew he was begging me not to fuck him.
I was resolved to fuck him, of course, but I decided to play with him. “I’ll tell you what, Teen God Maxum,” I said turning to face the camera, “I’ll only fuck you if that’s what your subscribers want. So, what do you say, guys? Do you want to see Teen God Maxum fucked like a bitch or not?”
I can’t say I was surprised when the answers started cascading in. ‘Fuck the shit out of the little bitch.’ ‘Make the little faggot cry.’ ‘Cream that whore’s faggot cunt.’ And those were merely the first three responses. Almost every one expressed the fervent hope that, not only would I fuck Teen God Maxum’s pussy, but that I make him really feel it.
Jimmy was watching the answers pour in and I almost felt sorry for him. He’d thought he’d been successfully projecting a dominant, macho persona and to read how virtually all of his subscribers, including some, no doubt, who had sent him money, wanted to see him completely bitched-out was incredibly deflating. I have to admit, though, that I wasn’t surprised. That’s just the way most dudes are. Straight or gay, it makes no difference – they all enjoy seeing a hot looking guy brought low. And who was I to disagree with them?
“Well, Teen God Maxum,” I announced, “the choice of your subscribers is clear. You’re gonna be losing your cherry in just a few more minutes. So, if I were you, I’d try to relax that tight little hole between your butt-cheeks. Because it’s about to become a faggot’s cunt.”
I could tell Jimmy was trying hard not to cry. He didn’t want to do that, he didn’t want to start crying like a little bitch, not with all his subscribers watching. But he couldn’t keep a single tear from making its way down his cheek as he frantically shook his head ‘no.’ I ignored him, of course, and turned him so that he was sideways to the camera. That way, all the dudes watching him could see the actual penetration when my big Man-cock burst through his pristine rosette and turned his straight asshole into a faggot’s cunt.
I turned my face to the camera, gave them all a wicked grin, and then plowed on in, rupturing Jimmy’s futile defenses and impaling my teenage nephew to the hilt on my big Man-meat. Even through the gag in his mouth, you could hear Jimmy howling in agony as his virginity was ripped from him and, as I started fucking him in earnest, the tears just cascaded down his face.
I have to give my nephew credit, though. His boycunt was better that even I had anticipated. It was so fucking tight that it almost hurt my cock to be plowing in and out with the force and speed I was using. But ultimately, it was that exceptional tightness that caused me to have what I realized at the time was the greatest and strongest orgasm I had ever experienced. I just flooded that boy’s pussy with my pungent Man-cum.
Jimmy was sobbing up a storm by the time I finished his first cunting. I’m sure some of it was from the pain he’d experienced from taking his first cock up his twat-hole. But what I’m sure affected him even more was the humiliation of being taken like a bitch while all his subscribers watched and enjoyed it. He had spent a couple years building up a following, constructing an on-line image of a young stud-boy, and having it so brutally obliterated in one night was just hard to handle. And even he realized that what had just happened portended a total alteration in our living relationship. Well, he was definitely right about that, as I immediately made clear.
Turning to face the cameras, I said, “Well I’m sure that was an eye-opener for all of you. But don’t worry. There’s more to come. Teen God Maxum – well, actually Pussyboy Maxum – will be back tomorrow and I can guarantee you, he’ll be putting on another show that will get your nads all twisted up. And leave his fuck-hole even sorer than it is right now. See you then.”
I walked up to the computer and switched off both the audio and video feeds. Jimmy was just standing there, still crying but no longer audibly sobbing. I extracted the underwear from his mouth. “Okay, boy,” I said. “Time to hit the sack. But I should warn you, I’ve got a lot more loads for your pussy, so it’s going to be a while before you actually get any shut-eye.”
Jimmy looked up at me, a mixture of hurt and anger on his face. But even as I watched, it slowly changed to one of resignation. “Yes, sir,” he finally said, so quietly that I almost couldn’t hear him. But I didn’t need the boy shouting to know I had won. He was now my bitch. I knew it and he knew it. And as I led my nephew out of the bathroom, his savaged boy-ass already farting my ball-spunk, it wasn’t the fun that I was going to be having with him that night that had me hard. It was the fun I was going to have the next day on the second installment of The Pussyboy Maxum show. That was going to be so much fun. So much fucking fun. And you can bet, that’s exactly what it was.
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I’d realized, of course, that my nephew, Jimmy, was a hot little number when I let him move in with me. What I hadn’t realized, however, was that Jimmy not only realized this himself, but had been making money off his good looks for over a year before he moved in, exposing himself on a gay porn site in all his naked glory. Not surprisingly, he had continued doing this even after he moved in.
I was totally unaware of this until I came home unexpectedly one afternoon and caught him in the bathroom in the midst of one of his porn sessions, buck naked going through a series of suggestive poses. When I confronted him about what he was doing after that session was over, Jimmy almost contemptuously dismissed my concerns. “Don’t worry, Uncle Bill,” he told me. “I’m just fleecing a bunch of fags out of money they don’t deserve anyway. The most I ever do is jack off for them. And those sick pervs just cough up the cash whenever I do that. Dumb fucks.”
To say I found his arrogance off-putting would be to put it mildly. To be honest, I wasn’t bothered by his willingness to strip down and jack off for total strangers. After all, he had a nice body and if he wanted to use it to make some money, well that was his own business. But the sneering contempt he held for the gay dudes who were sending him money, that was something else.
It was obvious that Jimmy didn’t realize that I was one of those gay ‘pervs’ he so dismissively scorned. I hadn’t had an easy time of it when I was younger. It was a different world then and coming out was fraught with not only uncertainty but real danger. That’s what I’d thought, anyway, though listening to my nephew made me realize that the world hadn’t changed all that much in all those years.
The more I thought about it, the more I became determined that, whether he wanted to or not, my nephew had to be made to understand what it was like to be on the other side, to be one of those ‘pervs’ he so casually dismissed. And I was just the Man to make that epiphany come to pass.
But I bided my time. I waited until Jimmy came home on a Friday night, drunk as the proverbial skunk. He was so out of it that he could scarcely keep his eyes open. I remonstrated with him about the perils of driving while so obviously intoxicated, but he just blew me off. That really pissed me off but it also made me realize that tonight might be the perfect opportunity to put the plans I’d been developing into action.
I walked to Jimmy and grabbed the car keys out of his hands. “You’re grounded, boy,” I declared, “until further notice.”
“What the fuck,” he slurred out angrily. “You can’t do that.”
“The hell I can’t,” I retorted. “No little bitch is going to tell me what I can and can’t do, not in my own house.”
Jimmy took real exception to that categorization. “Who the fuck you calling a ‘little bitch?’” he demanded.
“You,” I shot back. “I’m calling you a little bitch because that’s the way you been acting around here for the last couple months. Just like a little bitch. But that’s coming to an end. Tonight. So get your little bitch ass over my lap. It’s time you learned to show proper respect to your betters.”
“Fuck you,” Jimmy screamed. “I’m not gonna let you spank me like I’m some little boy.”
“We’ll see about that,” I said as I reached out and grabbed him.
Cold sober, I doubt if Jimmy could have put up much of a fight against me. While he is wiry and nicely muscled, he’s only 5’6”. I’m easily 6’2” and have him by at least sixty pounds of muscle. As it was, with him drunk as the proverbial skunk, it wasn’t even close. I had him down on my lap, his legs flailing in the air in under two minutes.
But it wasn’t until I reached under him and started untying the laces on the sweatpants he’d been wearing that I think Jimmy had any inkling of what was really going on. “What are you doing, Uncle Bill?” he squealed, writhing around on my lap as I started pulling the pants down his legs. “What the fuck are you doing?” he screamed as his underwear joined his sweatpants pooling around his ankles.
“Little bitches always get bare-assed spankings as you’re about to find out,” I replied as I reached under him again and grabbed his boy-junk in my hand, squeezing tightly. “Now, if you know what’s good for you…” and, here, I gave Jimmy’s junk are hard twist that made him screech, “you’ll just calm down, and take your ass-whipping like a good little bitchboy. Do you understand?”
Seeing how I literally had him by the balls, Jimmy didn’t have much choice but to agree, “Yes, Uncle Bill. I understand.” While the words were submissive, the tone was anything but. But I was confident that by the end of the evening, it wouldn’t just be Jimmy’s words that were suitably submissive, it would be his whole persona.
“Good,” I replied, not mentioning his tone but promising myself to make my nephew pay a heavy price for that. And then, for the next fifteen minutes I gave the boy an ass-tanning, the likes of which it was obvious he had never experienced before. The yelps and squeals were audible in the first five minutes, he was begging me to stop by the tenth minute, and the little bitch was sobbing uncontrollably by the time it was over.
Jimmy’s little tush was a brilliant red and hot to the touch by the time I stopped whaling away at it. I told him to stand up and he gingerly complied. “Now bend over and get rid of the sweatpants and briefs,” I ordered.
“Why?” Jimmy asked in a querulous voice.
“Because I told you to, bitch,” I responded angrily, putting a pointed emphasis on the word ‘bitch.’ “That’s why.”
Jimmy didn’t like that much, but he was afraid of me now, so he slowly bent over and stepped out of his sweatpants and underwear.
“Now come with me,” I ordered, heading toward the bathroom. I could see that Jimmy was getting nervous as we entered the bathroom. That’s exactly what I wanted.
“Okay, bitch, get on your porn site,” I ordered.
“Why?” Jimmy whined. “Why do you want me to do that?”
“Because, bitch,” I replied with a wicked smirk on my face, “you’re going to give all those ‘pervs’ who watch you their money’s worth tonight.”
“But I’m not scheduled right now,” he argued.
“So you’ll be giving your pervs a surprise bonus,” I retorted. “Now do what I told you and get on your site, or I’ll give you another spanking that will make the last one seem like a massage.”
“Fuck!” Jimmy exclaimed, but he opened his laptop and started signing in.
“By the way, bitch,” I asked as he was doing that, “what name do you go by on the site?”
Jimmy actually blushed when he heard my question. “Teen-God Maxum,” he finally admitted.
I couldn’t help laughing. “Teen-God Maxum,” I repeated, still laughing. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” I was still laughing when Jimmy completed the connections. He was now on site.
Once he was on his site, I took over. I pushed him aside and started typing.
Teen-God Maxum has decided to provide all his subscribers with a special bonus edition of his show. And he’s going to use this opportunity to show his subscribers exactly what he truly is, and he’ll begin by having his pubes shaved off. He doesn’t deserve to have manly hair on his body because he’s not really a Teen-God at all, but rather just a lowly pussyboy as you shall all see.
Jimmy read what I’d typed and looked at me in shock. “No, man. No,” he protested. “You can’t shave me. Not my pubes. Not my pubes.”
“Watch me, boy,” I replied with a smirk. “Just like all your subscribers are going to as I shave your pubes – and the rest of your body – totally bare.”
I walked over to the sink, got a new razor out and started running some hot water. I picked up a can of shaving cream and walked back to Jimmy.
“Please, Uncle Bill,” the boy pleaded. “Please don’t shave my pubes. I’ll be so embarrassed if my friends see me all bare and smooth like a little boy.”
“Well then, you better prepare yourself to be embarrassed, boy,” I rejoined, “cause those pubes are gonna be history in just a few minutes.”
I knew that, practically speaking, it would be better to first trim the boy’s pubic bush with electric clippers before actually shaving it, but I figured that aesthetically his viewers would find it more amusing if I just started in shaving all his pubes off with a regular safety razor. So the first thing I did was lather up Jimmy’s crotch.
Jimmy didn’t like that at all, and he started struggling against me. I’d prepared for that and grabbed the rope I’d stashed in the bathroom from atop a counter. I had his wrists tied behind his back in less than three minutes. “Control yourself, boy,” I warned him, “or I’ll give you another ass-tanning right now in front of all your followers.”
That threat calmed him down a little, which almost made me laugh. Tanning the boy’s ass was nothing compared to what I’d be doing to Jimmy before we were done today. Not even close.
When I started to go to work on the boy’s bush, it was obvious that Jimmy did a fair amount of manscaping himself. But the fact that he’d purposely left such a relatively large patch of pubes showed the importance he attached to that. So I really relished taking a razor to Jimmy’s crotch.
And my perceptions on that point were borne out with the very first scrape. The boy emitted a low moan, and I could actually see tears in his eyes as I removed a large swatch of his boy-bush, which just made my Man-cock throb in my shorts. I made quick work of the rest of his crotch hair, though I had to go slower when I moved on to his balls and dick. But in less than five minutes, Jimmy’s entire crotch was as hairless as a prepubescent little boy’s, a transformation I intentionally verbalized just to humiliate the boy even more. And, judging by the way Jimmy’s entire body turned a radiant scarlet, I definitely succeeded.
I turned the boy around and told him to reach down and separate his ass-cheeks so I could shave his ‘pussy.’ Jimmy didn’t like that at all, but a flurry of hard slaps to his naked butt convinced him he had no choice but to do what he was told. Except for his ass-cleft and taint, the boy’s ass was pretty much naturally hairless, so it didn’t take long to remove any indicia of masculinity back there. But with his now shaven rosette on total display, I couldn’t resist burying my middle finger all the way up Jimmy’s virgin boy-hole. “Oh, fuck,” the boy squealed as my finger made its initial penetration, but he managed to keep quiet while I finger-fucked his hole for a good two minutes though it was obvious he found this treatment totally humiliating, seeing how it was being transmitted live to any of Teen God Maxum’s followers who were watching.
Jimmy’s chest was like his ass, naturally hairless, but I knew he had a decent amount of pit hair, so I undid his wrists from the rope, moved them in front of his body and re-tied them. Then I told him to raise his arms over his head. I’m pretty sure he knew what was coming but by this time he was too afraid of me to even verbally protest. In less than ten minutes, the boy had totally hairless armpits just like a bitch should. I made a point of feeling both pits up, commenting about how smooth and sleek they looked, as Jimmy just stared straight ahead, not wanting to give me the satisfaction of showing me how much he hated what I was doing to him. Of course, by doing that, I understood just how deeply I was getting to him.
I told him to drop his hands and then walked back to the laptop. I was about to type a message on it when it finally dawned on me. “This thing has audio, doesn’t it, boy?” I asked Jimmy.
“It does for me, so the subscribers can hear me,” the boy admitted, “but it’s not turned on right now.”
“How do I turn it on?” I inquired.
“Oh, fuck,” Jimmy exclaimed. “Come on, man. You don’t want to do that.”
“Let me be the judge of what I want to do, boy,” I responded. “Now tell me how to turn it on or I’ll show all your subscribers how well you take a hard ass-bashing.”
“Mortherfuck,” he muttered, but he told me what I wanted to know and, just a minute later, his audience had full audio of everything that was being said to go along with their video feeds.
By this time, the constant back and forth I was having with Jimmy, even after the ass-thrashing I’d given him earlier, had simply reinforced my determination to provide my nephew with a total attitude adjustment. And I knew exactly how I intended to do just that. With the audio now on, I decided to share this info with all of Teen God Maxum’s subscribers.
“Guys,” I said looking directly at the camera, “I should probably introduce myself. My name is William and I’m about to become Teen God Maxum’s Master.”
“The fuck you say,” I could Jimmy swearing behind me. “No fucking way, asshole, am I going to let you become my Master.”
“As you can see, guys, the little bitch still has quite the mouth on him. So I’m gonna shut him up while I explain what’s gonna be happening here. And what better way to do that that with a pair of those pretty panties Teen God Maxum likes to wear. He won’t be wearing them anymore, because he’s gonna be naked all the time from now on, so I’m glad I could find another use for them.”
With that, I turned around and approached my nephew. “Open your mouth, bitch,” I ordered as I backed him up against the clothes washer.
“No…no…don’t…” he protested. But I ignored him and, after rubbing his face in his dirty underwear for a few seconds, I slowly forced them inside his mouth. “Don’t even think about spitting them out, bitch,” I said as I grabbed his boy-junk in my right hand and squeezed hard. “If you do, I turn your little nads into a pair of punching bags that will have you seeing stars for the next week.”
Jimmy’s eyes were shooting darts at me, but he kept his dirty underwear stuffed in his mouth.
Once I had my nephew gagged, I maneuvered him back right in front of the camera. I turned him around so that he was facing away, with his pretty boy-ass in perfect view. I forced Jimmy to bend over and then I spread his cheeks apart.
“Guys,” I said, speaking to the online subscribers, “I want to show you something. This is what a cherry boypussy looks like. Take a good look. Take a screenshot if you want. I want you all to remember what Teen God Maxum’s boy-hole looked like at the start of this show and then compare it to what it looks like at the end. And I guarantee you that they won’t look anything alike. Because Teen God Maxum is about to lose his cherry, live, while you watch.”
I could hear Jimmy’s frantic, muffled protests as he listened to what I said. I’m sure he would have tried to run at that point, but I’d released his buns and grabbed his boy-junk ahead of time and he wasn’t going anywhere. Even with his dirty underwear in his mouth, Jimmy’s objections were obvious. I turned back to the camera. “What do you say, guys? Do you want to see Teen God Maxum cunted-out like a bitch? Cause I can tell you, guys, I’ve got the Man-cock that can do it. Just look.” And saying that, I lowered my own shorts.
Jimmy had still been struggling up until this point, but he couldn’t keep from turning around to look at my cock. And when he saw the throbbing ten-inch pole, thick as Jimmy’s wrist from the base to the crown, his eyes just bugged out and I realized he had never seen my cock before – at least not fully erect. Almost immediately, the tone of his muffled cries turned from anger to abject fear and though I couldn’t understand a word, I knew he was begging me not to fuck him.
I was resolved to fuck him, of course, but I decided to play with him. “I’ll tell you what, Teen God Maxum,” I said turning to face the camera, “I’ll only fuck you if that’s what your subscribers want. So, what do you say, guys? Do you want to see Teen God Maxum fucked like a bitch or not?”
I can’t say I was surprised when the answers started cascading in. ‘Fuck the shit out of the little bitch.’ ‘Make the little faggot cry.’ ‘Cream that whore’s faggot cunt.’ And those were merely the first three responses. Almost every one expressed the fervent hope that, not only would I fuck Teen God Maxum’s pussy, but that I make him really feel it.
Jimmy was watching the answers pour in and I almost felt sorry for him. He’d thought he’d been successfully projecting a dominant, macho persona and to read how virtually all of his subscribers, including some, no doubt, who had sent him money, wanted to see him completely bitched-out was incredibly deflating. I have to admit, though, that I wasn’t surprised. That’s just the way most dudes are. Straight or gay, it makes no difference – they all enjoy seeing a hot looking guy brought low. And who was I to disagree with them?
“Well, Teen God Maxum,” I announced, “the choice of your subscribers is clear. You’re gonna be losing your cherry in just a few more minutes. So, if I were you, I’d try to relax that tight little hole between your butt-cheeks. Because it’s about to become a faggot’s cunt.”
I could tell Jimmy was trying hard not to cry. He didn’t want to do that, he didn’t want to start crying like a little bitch, not with all his subscribers watching. But he couldn’t keep a single tear from making its way down his cheek as he frantically shook his head ‘no.’ I ignored him, of course, and turned him so that he was sideways to the camera. That way, all the dudes watching him could see the actual penetration when my big Man-cock burst through his pristine rosette and turned his straight asshole into a faggot’s cunt.
I turned my face to the camera, gave them all a wicked grin, and then plowed on in, rupturing Jimmy’s futile defenses and impaling my teenage nephew to the hilt on my big Man-meat. Even through the gag in his mouth, you could hear Jimmy howling in agony as his virginity was ripped from him and, as I started fucking him in earnest, the tears just cascaded down his face.
I have to give my nephew credit, though. His boycunt was better that even I had anticipated. It was so fucking tight that it almost hurt my cock to be plowing in and out with the force and speed I was using. But ultimately, it was that exceptional tightness that caused me to have what I realized at the time was the greatest and strongest orgasm I had ever experienced. I just flooded that boy’s pussy with my pungent Man-cum.
Jimmy was sobbing up a storm by the time I finished his first cunting. I’m sure some of it was from the pain he’d experienced from taking his first cock up his twat-hole. But what I’m sure affected him even more was the humiliation of being taken like a bitch while all his subscribers watched and enjoyed it. He had spent a couple years building up a following, constructing an on-line image of a young stud-boy, and having it so brutally obliterated in one night was just hard to handle. And even he realized that what had just happened portended a total alteration in our living relationship. Well, he was definitely right about that, as I immediately made clear.
Turning to face the cameras, I said, “Well I’m sure that was an eye-opener for all of you. But don’t worry. There’s more to come. Teen God Maxum – well, actually Pussyboy Maxum – will be back tomorrow and I can guarantee you, he’ll be putting on another show that will get your nads all twisted up. And leave his fuck-hole even sorer than it is right now. See you then.”
I walked up to the computer and switched off both the audio and video feeds. Jimmy was just standing there, still crying but no longer audibly sobbing. I extracted the underwear from his mouth. “Okay, boy,” I said. “Time to hit the sack. But I should warn you, I’ve got a lot more loads for your pussy, so it’s going to be a while before you actually get any shut-eye.”
Jimmy looked up at me, a mixture of hurt and anger on his face. But even as I watched, it slowly changed to one of resignation. “Yes, sir,” he finally said, so quietly that I almost couldn’t hear him. But I didn’t need the boy shouting to know I had won. He was now my bitch. I knew it and he knew it. And as I led my nephew out of the bathroom, his savaged boy-ass already farting my ball-spunk, it wasn’t the fun that I was going to be having with him that night that had me hard. It was the fun I was going to have the next day on the second installment of The Pussyboy Maxum show. That was going to be so much fun. So much fucking fun. And you can bet, that’s exactly what it was.