A Father's Replacement Chapter 6

A Father's Replacement Chapter 6
By Lee Davey
Comments welcome at leedavey1000@gmail.com

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Cast:

Son:          Jon - 11 years old
Mother:    Shelly - 30 years old
Father:     Thomas - 44 years old
Children: Mary - 14 years old
                 Sarah - 6 years old

Donna Stopford - 40
Bradley - 16
Jamie - 13

Chapter 6

Jon pushed the now empty bowl of cereal across the table and watched as the housekeeper picked it up and put it into the dishwasher. The fact that Donna employed a housekeeper had come as an unpleasant surprise to Jon as he found himself rudely awakened by the large fat woman who had come into the bedroom and pulled the duvet off of the bed that Jon had been sharing with Bradley.

Jon had opened his eyes to see two small piggy eyes leering down at him. "You must be Jon, my what a big boy you are."

Jon flushed and his hands rushed to cover his genitals from the woman's frank appraisal. Laughing the woman walked off telling all three that their breakfast was ready.

Jon now sat alone at the table shifting his bottom as the cold wood of the chair chilled his skin. By craning his head he could just make out Bradley and his mother as they spoke quietly in the next room. He could not make out what they were saying but the look on Bradley's face gave Jon some concern. He could not quite discern whether it was disgust, anticipation or a mixture of both. Whatever the look was for it concerned him, as Bradley kept looking over to Jon where he sat.

"Well Jon let's get started" Donna spoke as she re-entered the room, "follow Bradley out to the garden it's time for some exercise." Turning to the housekeeper who stood watching a grin creasing her face Donna asked her to come see her out in the garden later as she had an opportunity for her.

Jon paid little attention to this as he followed Bradley out into the garden immediately shivering as the cool early morning breeze chilled his bare flesh. He looked around the garden noting that he had been taken to a side garden that had various sports items strewn around. Jon spotted a few balls of various types, baseball, football, and soccer amongst them.

The area seemed to have been given over fully to the needs of the two boys sports need. A basketball hoop had been set up and further over a small tennis court had even been provided.

For a moment Jon felt a pang of jealously at the site wishing that he could have had even half of these facilities to play with. Then however he remembered how Brad's and Jamie's mother could be and considered that he would not have traded with either of them for all the toys in the world.

Jon stopped as Bradley waved to him that they had reached their destination. Jon looked around surprised seeing only a bare patch of dirt roughly 15ft square in size. The only item of any interest was a weather beaten box that rested a few feet away; to which Bradley moved and began undoing the lock on it before pausing and turning spoke to Jon.

"Look Jon I'm sorry about this. It's not my idea but you have to understand that I have no choice, 5 years, you can't understand ... 5 years." Brad's speech tailed off and he opened the chest.

Jon looked at Brad unsure what the boy was talking about.

"Sorry, sorry for what" Jon asked and then saw Brad lift up a pair of blue boxing gloves and offer them to Jon.

"Err what? Are we going to fight? But you'll beat the crap out of me easily" Jon protested even as he took the proffered gloves.

Jon was accurate in his estimations of his chances against Bradley. Bradley was well built and only a few inches short of 6 feet weighing in at just over 160 pounds. Jon though was a foot shorter and at best 80 pounds and not a lot of that was muscle.

"I'm sorry but I have too. It's mom's idea, to make a man of you..." Bradley stopped speaking as his mother strode towards him.

"Don't spoil my little surprise Brad dear" Donna purred before turning to Jon.

"Yes Jon, I've arranged a little sparring session with Brad here. You look like you need some toughening up hmmmm".

Donna stood in front of Jon and taking the gloves from his unprotesting hands began to help Jon put them on.

"I take it you have never partaken of the noble arts boy? That's boxing Jon" she clarified seeing Jon's initial incomprehension, "Well never mind it's not that difficult. Brad here has been boxing for several years. So just try and copy what he does".

Jon thought about saying that it was unfair as Donna turned away from him and went to help Brad put his gloves on. However he remembered what had happened to Jamie when he tried that tact, and all things considered a split lip and a bloody nose from a 16 year old would be preferable by far from what Donna was likely to do to his bottom if he complained about 'unfairness'.

Jon stood nervously as he now stood facing the much bigger Brad limber up and shadow box for a few seconds. Not only did he have no idea how to box, he was perversely feeling handicapped by the fact that he was still naked, while Brad was wearing shorts.

"OK. Children remember that this is a friendly little contest so no rough stuff." Donna advised as he walked between them, both boys noting that she held a small cane in one hand, but only one of the boys' paid any attention to the fact that she also held a small key in the other.

"Now Jon I know you'll be thinking that this is not a fair fight. Good, it's not meant to be, remember you are here because you have been bad. However I am a great believer in using carrots as well as sticks" she cracked the cane she held against her leg as she said the last part. "So I think a little reward may encourage you to give everything to this little contest Jon. Now I have already spoken to Brad and promised him a nice little present if he wins. But if you win" she gave a little laugh at this "If you win, then you can go home."

"Really!!!" Jon exclaimed hope, however remote, springing to his heart.

"Of course. But I think before we start it's only fair that I tell you what Brad's little prize will be.... I think that despite my normal views on such things he will be allowed a little relief from his chastity belt and given 3 minutes to cum."

Jon shrugged, he liked Bradley well enough, and while he would do everything to win this contest, he did not see how allowing Brad to masturbate for once affected him really.

"You're taking the news better than I thought you would. Oh wait didn't I make it clear; he can only get relief by using your cute little tushy to get it. OK then? ding – ding, round 1."

Wait Jon thought what do you mean relief by using my tushy, then it hit him, she couldn't be serious, you mean his thing up my bum!!! Just as that thought hit him so did Brad.

The strong left hook caught Jon above his right eye immediately causing it to swell shut. Jon fell back landing on the unforgiving earth his breath driven from him.

Swisssh, thwickkk.
"Arrgggghhh..." Jon yelped as Donna whipped his belly with cane she wore. "One" she counted, swissshhhh "Two".

Jon yelped as another blow caught, and another as Donna counted 'three'. Jon scrambled to his feet to avoid the whipping blows. Standing he shook his head free of the muzziness caused by Brad's blow.

"Continue..." Donna stated blandly seconds before Jon doubled over as Brad drove a fist into his soft belly. A crushing upper cut snapped his head back, a swift right cross catching him on the mouth and knocking him down.

The last thoughts that Jon had was why was someone whipping him, and why was his mouth full of blood suddenly.

Donna stood over the unconscious boy finally dropping the cane as it became clear that not even whipping him with that was getting Jon to stand up.

"Oh well that did not last as long as I hoped, still you did win son so I suppose you still get your prize. What's the matter I thought you would be happier? You're the one who keeps whining about not being able to relieve yourself, even after your weekly prostate milking's. So come on then what's the problem? Donna demanded as she took out the small key that unlocked and bent to undo her son's cage.

"I don't feel right Mom I don't want to do it with a boy, I like girls." He whined.

"I'm glad to hear it son, and one day many years from now I'll be expecting many grandchildren from you. However if for the next couple of years if you ever want to have an orgasm you do it on my terms, and only on my terms. I could always just lock you back up, after all another 5 years you'll be 21 and master of your own domain. 5 years is not too long to wait is it. Oh changed your mind thought you would."

Donna looked at her son who avoided her eyes and snorted amusedly, knowing the truth of her words in the fact that her sons 6 inch penis was already hardening.

"Now remember the deal Bradley, you have 3 minutes, and only 3 minutes. You can only come using Jon there and no touching yourself or I'll finish the job I started" Donna snarled pointing down at the ragged scar of foreskin from the boys earlier home grown circumcision.

Brad was conflicted as he stood there looking at Jon. The boy held no attraction particularly for Bradley but he had not cum once in 5 years. 24/7 since his penis had finally healed from the terrible stitching and burning it had been encased in steel. From the age of 13 his mother had relented partially after reading some health magazines and implemented a weekly milking session.

This did not help, in fact it was worse as his mother carefully made clear that any milkings was solely for his health and not his enjoyment. It was therefore a mixed relief each Sunday when his mother would use her fingers to roughly milk his prostate, by the expedient of applying some KY jelly and shoving two fingers up him. The use of ice spray on his testicles, easily denied Bradley any pleasure from the process.

It was not unsurprising that when his mother had offered him this opportunity he had agreed, albeit reluctantly, to her plan. He walked over uncomfortably as his penis was already becoming hard and knelt behind the 11 year old boy's prone body.

Reaching down he made to clasp a buttock in each hand before checking with his mother who nodded for him to continue.

Feeling Jon's warm flesh he separated the cheeks exposing the boys pinky-brown anus, the avenue through which, his mother had informed him, would be the only way he would obtain release for the foreseeable future.

He placed his semi hard penis between the two cheeks and moved it back and forth along the crease. Closing his eyes he imagined that the flesh that encased his parts belonged to his young maths teacher, a beautiful 25 year old woman, whom all the boys had a crush on, rather than a skinny 11 year old child.

His self-deception worked as his penis hardened and extended to its full 6 inch glory.

"2 ½ minutes left."

Bradley started at his mother's warning realising that time was short. With a grimace he looked down and aimed the tip of his cock at the centre of Jon's virgin hole. With a grunt and clench of his muscular buttocks he attempted to drive deep into the boy's bowels. His penis screamed in protest as the dry hole resisted his entry, and all that Brad had succeeded in doing was pushing the body of Jon forward a few inches in the dirt.

"Silly boy, you'll need some lube as it's his first time. Soon enough he will be as loose as his whore of a mother back there, but for now loosen him up with some spit boy. And by the way 2 minutes left."

Jon woke slowly from his daze feeling a searing pain in his bottom. A pain so severe it overwhelmed the pain of his bruised face. No what worried him most was the feeling that someone was trying to split him in two between his legs for some reason.

Opening his puffy wet eyes the first sight he saw was the leering face of Donna sitting cross legged on the sports equipment chest. A sick superior look on her face was plain as she leant forward smiling wider at his painful plight.

Ugghhhh... Jon squirmed as he felt something wet and slimy hit his bottom and slide down the crack in his bottom. Fearing that some passing bird had messed on him, he turned his head to check that insult had not been added to his many injuries.

He saw brad behind him a small drool of spit on the corner of his lip. Brad upon seeing Jon look at him grabbed him firmly by both hips.

"What are you doing Brad...........Arrrggghhhh"

Jon screamed as he felt Brad shove his penis an inch into his bottom, leaving a trail of burning fire behind its passage through his virgin anus.

"Uhh, Uhh sorry Jon but I just gotta cum" Brad panted as he paused for a second trying not to hurt the small boy he pinned to the dirt too much.

"1 minute."

Brad bit his lip he knew how much Jon must be hurting. He thought about the pain his mother's fingers caused him when she milked his prostate, and that was using lots of lube. But he could not know when or if, he would get this chance to cum again, he silently begged Jon's forgiveness and pushed with all his might forcing his large penis in inch by agonising inch.

He grunted in effort and pulled his penis out of the screaming boy and pushed back in. To his surprise the second thrust seemed easier and smoother looking down he noted with disgust that some blood had joined with Jon's poo and Brad's spit forming a makeshift of horrible looking lubrication.

Steeling himself he began to thrust in hard and fast anxious to obtain release before his mother's inexorable countdown completed.

In, out, in out Bradley felt Jon's anus and rectum massage his cock into the beginnings of a huge orgasm.

"10...9...8...7..."

Bradley began panicking as time was running swiftly out; he increased his tempo to a jackhammer pace, his groin and Jon's bottom now liberally stained with a variety of bodily fluids.

Donna stood up and walked towards the two boys, her own pussy tingling as she watched her son rape the 11 year old who had by now stopped screaming his eyes rolling back in his head in blessed unconsciousness.

"3..2.." Donna reached down to drag her son from Jon

"1..."

"Arrhhhhhh, I'm cumming" Bradley screamed in ecstatic release his hot cum spewing a massive load into the boys bleeding ravaged rectum.

Donna with all her might ripped Bradley off and out of Jon, making a noise like extracting a trapped boot from quicksand as Bradleys penis pulled free, a final spurt of cum looping up and splatting against the pale back of Jon.

Bradley stood panting his penis now shrivelling from its first orgasm for 5 years. He avoided looking at Jon's naked body, and the oozing slime that seeped from his bleeding anus down his thigh before dripping onto the thirsty dirt.

Donna knelt down and roughly pulled the boys cheeks apart, a move that forced Jon back to wakefulness as the pain shot through him.

"Hmmmm a small tear to his anus, nothing that needs any worrying about. The boy needs toughening up anyway, losing that easily, what a wimp." Donna stood up ignoring Jon's sobbing cries of pain.

"Your penis is coming on nicely son" Donna complimented her son "nice and big, your future wife will be happy. However it still needs to go back in its cage for now."

Seeing Bradley's look of despair Donna laughed out loud. "Don't worry child, now that Jon's here he can provide you with some regular relief for as long as he stays here. Let's call it putting something back into this family while he is here."

Donna paused "Actually I suppose it's more like this family putting something into his back" her own joke causing her to giggle like a little girl.

Bradley sighed and stood to attention, his hands on his head, as was the normal practice when his mother was adjusting his chastity belt.

"Don't be silly Bradley I can't put this back on with your penis looking like that" Donna advised pointing to the boys, white, red and brown stained penis now shrivelled back to its normal 4 flaccid inches.

"Err.. What should I do then Mom, go get cleaned up?"

"No why waste the soap and water, let Jon clean it up for you. That can be another of his little chores now can't it" Donna clapped her hands in delight as she thought of the new humiliation.

Knowing that he had no choice Bradley knelt in front of Jon lifting the boys head up and placed the dirty boy cock on Jon's lips and pushed into the boy's mouth.

"Do a good job now Jon, after all I doubt you want a good botty beating the way it must feel now" Donna warned standing over the two boys in glee.

Jon gagged as the musky smell and taste assailed him, gagging he tried to resist but Bradley was too strong and Donna's words chilled him. As Bradley's penis passed his teeth Jon wished that he had never come home that day his mother was drunk; then with a realisation he remembered that it was only two days ago and then thought just how low he had sunk in 48 hours as his tongue began scrubbing clean the tool that had a few minutes before been raping his poop chute.