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My Uncle’s Amulet (Part 6)

He’d done this to me. It wasn’t my dad, not really. It was him, my uncle. He’d done this to both of us. I tried to tell myself that, but…but it rang hollow. My uncle wouldn’t do this to me–he was the only man I’d ever met who treated me like a person, who I believed, deep down, genuinely loved me. He took a cloth from over the mirror, came over, and cleaned the makeup off my face while I leaned on him, and then kissed me. I could…taste the smoke on him, and I loved it–I craved it, I was tugging at his fly as quick as I could desperate to have him inside me, because he was the only man who could fuck me…and it felt amazing. It was like my ass was made for his cock, and nothing else–and he was more than happy to give it to me.

The next forty-five minutes flew by–he fucked me in every direction, from every angle, and I lost count of how many orgasms I had–both in my ass and in my cock. By the time he finally filled me up with his own load, I was quivering and aching and so full of pleasure I never wanted him to leave, I never wanted it to end. I asked him to hold me in bed, and he did, caressing me gently, my head on his chest listening to his heart beat.

“I wish…I wish we could stay like this,” I said.

“We could have, boy–but yer the one who said no. Yer the one who wouldn’t cooperate.”

The memory came back again, fainter than before, but their all the same, and I pulled away from him, horrified. “No–No, you did this. This was you, not him.”

“Ya know that ain’t true, boy–I’m the one who loves you, you know that.”

It was a lie, he was lying…I knew it, and yet I wanted to believe it. I couldn’t believe that the man I’d just been with, the only man in the world who treated me gently, who treated me like a person, would also be the one to put me in this position to begin with. I was the stupid one. I should…I should have agreed to do it, I could see that now, and yet…like an echo, Gabe’s voice was still there in my mind, warning me not to trust him…and I didn’t. I loved him, I wanted to be with him, but I didn’t trust him an inch, no further than I trusted my daddy. “I…I don’t…can’t you just…put everything back? I can’t think like this, I don’t know what I want anymore.”

There was a pounding on the door, and his daddy burst in, “Time up, fuckers–come on. Whore needs to eat, get a bit of rest, ‘n then we got the night shift.”

“Last chance, boy,” my uncle said quietly to me as he got up, “Because I know yer daddy’s only gonna get meaner from here on out–trust me, and I’m not gonna make the offer again.”

He headed for the door…and I could see the look in daddy’s eyes. He was horny, and when daddy was horny…that meant I was in for a beating. I…I knew I didn’t want this, I knew it, and my uncle was the only way out–even if I couldn’t trust him. “Wait! Wait–fine, I’ll do it, but…daddy first, and then I’ll…I’ll help you.”

My uncle looked back at me and smiled. “Sounds like a deal, boy.”

My daddy was just confused, looking between us, and asked what kind of deal we were even talking about, but my uncle interrupted him, told him he was getting sleepy and tired, and before I knew it, daddy was standing there, a bit of drool hanging from his mouth. “Alright Evan–come on. You want revenge on yer daddy here? Then you get to have the honors. Besides–you should have a chance to practice.”

My uncle pulled the amulet out again, but this time he pulled it off–but kept his hand looped in the gold chain, holding it out to me. I walked over, slowly, one eye on my daddy…still convinced he might snap out of it and beat the shit out of us both, but I got there, and took the amulet in my hand…and when I did, fuck, the power of the thing, it’s impossible to describe. I’d felt…powerless for so long, but with this thing, I could do anything I wanted…but what did I want? I knew what my uncle wanted, I could see it in him, but I was so confused now. Still, my daddy…he was bad. He’d done bad to both of us, and he deserved to be punished. I could do that–no, we could do that, together.

“Say it Evan–say what you think would be a good…punishment for your daddy here.”

“I…I want him to be a whore. A faggot whore, like he made me. I want him to spend all day getting fucked by dirty fat fucks like he makes me do.”

My uncle laughed, and beckoned my daddy over to us, “You hear that bro? Hear what your bright, magnificent son thinks about you know? Get on your knees fucker, you fucking whore, and get to work.”

My daddy dropped between us, and started sucking on our cocks, while my uncle worked the magic over him, telling my daddy what his new life was going to be like–and I added a few things in there too, but mostly…mostly I was just enjoying the sensation of being in power for once. I felt like all my life, this fucker, he’d controlled me, and now I had a chance to get even. I could make him love the taste of a filthy ass, like that disgusting biker I’d rimmed. I could make him a urinal for hire–offering men a place for their piss at ten dollars a bladder.

“Alright Evan, good work,” my uncle said, “But every whore needs a pimp right? And I know the perfect guy for your daddy to work for–let’s go see how my idiot nephew i doing.”

My Uncle’s Amulet (Part 5)

I didn’t know what time it was when I woke up next–all I knew what that I hurt. Every part of my body hurt, but especially my throat and my ass. A moment later, the door to the room where I was banged open, and my father stomped in–but it wasn’t the father I remembered, or at least the one I thought I should remember.

The lights were out, and all I could make out of him was his silhouette–but it was massive. Six feet tall and a few inches, broad of shoulder and broader of gut, but with plenty of muscle packs into his chest and arms–I should know after all, since anytime I did something daddy didn’t approve of, I’d get a backhand across the jaw, at least. “Alright cunt,” he said with a snarl, and flipped on the light, “Have a good nap? Get the fuck ready–we got clients in fifteen minutes.”

“B-But…dad, I…” I stammered, but even as I spoke, I realized I should have known better. Daddy stomped over to me and gave me a solid smack, hard enough to make my teeth shake a bit. I’d…I’d been really good lately, he hadn’t knocked a tooth out of my head in almost a year, and I wasn’t going to start making him do that to me again. If I lost many more…he said he’d just pull them all out. The clients would pay more for a toothless whoremouth anyway, as he called it.

“Did you say something, cunt?”

“No daddy.”

“Didn’t fucking think so,” he said, and spit on my face, “Now clean up and put yer makeup on. These country fucks were promised a pretty city faggot, and that’s what yer gonna give ‘em, right?”

I nodded, and my daddy stormed back out the room, slamming the door behind him. The room…it had changed since the last time I’d woken up, mostly with the addition of a small vanity against the wall, which I made my way over to, sat down at, and looked at my face–my new face. I was…small. So fucking small, and chubby, with two soft breasts and a hairless body. I still had some makeup on from my earlier clients, but I went back in and touched myself up, a little blush, a little lipstick, a little shadow. The roughnecks out here…daddy found it easier for them to pay if I was more feminine. I found the pair of panties I’d been wearing earlier, which one john had tore off me eventually, and tucked my puny, two inch dicklet in the front, thankful my daddy still hadn’t followed through on that promise. If I didn’t have a few regulars who liked sucking on the puny thing, he probably would have cut it off years ago.

I was trying to fight it. I was trying as hard as I could, but this one–the change was so much larger than the last, and somehow that made it even more real. My daddy–as soon as he’d realized I was a little faggot, he’d started whoring me out–at home, around the city. He’d made a deal with my uncle to work out of the cabin a couple weeks a year, to give the roughnecks and truckers around here a shot at my faggot holes…and I hated them. I hated these weeks so much, they were so much rougher, so much dirtier…but it meant I got to see my uncle too, if he had the cash for my dad…and that almost made it worthwhile.

I got back up on the bed, sitting there, waiting. I heard daddy talking to some other gruff voiced stranger outside my door, and a second later it opened, and an old man entered, a leer plastered on his face, skin tight and wrinkled from years in the son-and then he was on me, licking me, tasting me, forcing me over onto my belly, ass up, and he was inside my tight hole–my forever tight hole. Men loved it–they came from miles around for a chance at it. Tighter than any pussy, and I wouldn’t mind if…if it didn’t hurt, every time. Every time it felt like my guts were being split apart, but I craved it all the same, because…because I liked it.

Deep down, my daddy was right–he’d always known me better than I’d ever known myself. I was a whore, I wanted cock, all day and night, and I wanted it rough. I fucking deserved it. My little dicklet had tented out my panties while the roughneck pistoned into me, and after a minute he gave a groan and came deep, filling my guts up, and as soon as he was out of the room, another one came right in after him.

Truckers, farmers, old fat fucks and young bucks–I took them all. It lasted hours, and my ass was leaking cum by the end of it, makeup smeared on my face again. I’d cum twice–once when some old biker had come in and made me eat out his ass while he jacked off. I…it was so fucking humiliating, that it turned me on, and he wanted to see me blow my load, he wanted to see my little clit while I chewed on his hole. The other time was some old farmer, maybe seventy, with a ten inch dick that worked like he was twenty. He hammered my guts so hard that I was spewing in my panties before I even realized it, begging him for more while he grunted and groaned, on the edge of a heart attack, probably–but he lived. I lived. I was so…tired by the end of it. Tired and humiliated, and…and wanting more, as much as I hated admitting it, but no one else came in, until my dad opened up the door.

Alright slut–that’s all for the evening, but my bro bought an hour with you.”

My heart skipped, but I didn’t dare show it–if my dad knew how much I liked seeing my uncle–and how much he liked seeing me, he’d probably double the price. I looked over and saw my uncle step into the room, closing the door behind him, and he smiled at me…and when I saw him, I remembered. I remembered, and through the desire, all I really felt was terror.

My Uncle’s Amulet (Part 4)

Keeping everything Gabe had told me in mind, I followed my uncle out into the living room, where my dad was laid out on the couch, drooling in a trance. Is that…is that what I’d looked like last night, too? My uncle had me sit down on the couch beside him, and he took the armchair across from us, and sighed.

“Alright boy–let me tell you, right now, how all of this is going to work. You’re dad there,” he said, pointing to him beside me, “He fucked up my life, when I was a little younger than you. Fucked it up, just because he found out I was gay and liked suckin’ cock. I was the one who was gonna go tah college ‘n make somethin’ outta mahself–but my parents kicked me out, and that college savings? It went to him, the deadbeat. Well now I’m gonna take it back–and you boy? Remember how I said you could cooperate or not? Well here’s your chance. Your Pa here–he’s gonna end up as the fuckin’ piece of trailer trash he was always supposed to be, no matter what you do. But if you help me out? Well–I can make your life fuckin’ perfect. Anything you want, so long as you also love fuckin’ around with me–the man who’s gonna be yer new daddy. But for that to work? I’m gonna need some help.”

He reached down the front of his shirt, and he pulled out the amulet–Gabe had been right. But what had he wanted me to do?

“Ya wanna be a college athlete? I can do that. Wanna be a genius? Easy as cake. Rich? Fuck–neither a us will be workin’ a day in our lives. You name it, ‘n I can make it happen–but first, yer gonna have tah do somethin’ fer me. See? This amulet can change a lot, but I can’t change mahself–that’s where you come in. All ya gotta do, is take this thing, and talk to me. Tell me I’m gonna be your father, living with you in the suburbs. You can keep it simple, the amulet will do the rest. Do that? And tomorrow–I’ll give you any kind of life you want.”

“Why…why not just make me do it? If the amulet is that powerful.”

“Boy, we both know yer dads a bastard. Wouldn’t ya rather have someone ya can trust–someone…ya love?”

He beckoned me over and pulled me into his lap, where I could feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh, and my heart fluttered, being this close to him again.

“How ya felt last night? I can make ya feel that every night. Ya’ll never be lonely again, ya’ll have a proper daddy, one who loves you and respects you.”

My heart ached for it, it really did. I…I barely knew my uncle, but fuck, I loved him so much, so much more than my father…but did I really feel that way, or was it just him making me feel that? Gabe had told me not to trust him–and if I gave him what he wanted…how did I know he’d follow through with his end of the deal? And…and did I really want a dad…a dad who’d spend all day fucking my ass, making me scream for…for more? He reached down and started rubbing my cock as well, teasing me…and it took every bit of will I had to pull away from him, shaking my head. “No–no, this is wrong. I…I won’t. He’s a…he’s not perfect, but he’s always been there for me, I can’t do this to him, he doesn’t deserve it.”

My uncle heaved a sigh, and shook his head–more in disappointment than in anger. “Well, I can appreciate the loyalty boy–but I assure you, he doesn’t deserve it. Go have a seat on the couch.”

I tried to fight it, but I couldn’t–and I sat back down with my father, struggling against him as hard as I could, but I could feel him in my head already, the room beginning to grow fuzzy. “Please–please, not again…just let us go…” I muttered, but I couldn’t quite get my mouth to form the words I needed them to do.

“I was hopin’ I wouldn’t have to do this, boy, I really was. I thought ya’d see what I could offer ya–but this works too. Ya wanna know what sort a bastard yer daddy is? Well I’ll show ya. I’ll turn ya against him, just as well–and ya’ll be beggin’ me fer another chance soon enough.”

How much of a slob do are ? Rarely do laundry ? Ratty clothes ? Pizza boxes on living room ? Actually live in a trailer ? Never shave ?

In real life? I’m moderately clean. I usually wear my pants and underwear (and sometimes socks) for a few days at a time, but usually have a clean shirt on. Clothes are usually in good condition, unless I’m actively seasoning them. I have some gear–underwear and socks–which serve as my cumrags and workout clothes when I workout at home, which are…very ripe. Don’t live in a trailer, and I never shave my beard, though I do buzz my hair to the scalp somewhat regularly.

I always find myself more turned on by the stories where the subject is trying to attempt to recover what they have lost. I wonder how you deal with a character’s autonomy in a story. Do you find it more erotic when they have a degree of choice in their transformation, or if their autonomy is withheld and they have no choice in the matter themselves?

I think that a degree of autonomy and character choice is vital, simply because without that, there’s no real story or conflict, and everything falls flat. Ideally, at least one character needs to have some level of choice/control over the outcome, be it the person making the change, or the people being changed. I think the best stories tend to hit a bit of a sweet spot, where the characters lose sense of their old selves, even as they transition into some sort of new life. The result is a real crisis of subjectivity–without knowing who they are, they can’t even begin to answer the question of who they want to be. Those are my favorite kinds of stories myself.