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Subject: {ASSM} The Downward Spiral - Chap 10 (by MOF)
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I'd like some advice. Do I end this story with chapter 11 or do I
continue? I think I can squeeze about four more chapters out of the
suffering Smiths and Mortons. Or is it getting boring and repetitious?
Please let me know what you think.
If you're new to the series, and if you have the fortitude, you should
read chapters 1-9 first. They're found at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/MOF
This story is MMmff, humil, spank, oral, incest and stuff like that. The
usual
caveats apply.
MOF
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The Downward Spiral - Chapter 9
by Eric Smith
The first Monday after Megan and I were beaten by the Morton kids
it was decided that my skin could tolerate another shaving. The
Mortons were over and Beth was the one that brought it up. We
had spent the night together and she had commented that I was
nothing but stubble. The following morning all eight of us were
gathered in the family room when she mentioned it.
"What are you going to do about your hair, Eric?" she asked.
"I'm not sure I have a choice," I replied, looking towardDavid.
"Let's take a vote," he said.
Final tally was seven for shaving and one abstention. I was the
abstention.
Out came the towels and the razor and the soap and the
depilatory. I stripped naked and was shaved. I had every hair
meticulously removed from my neck to my toes. It felt better
than the stubble. Everybody agreed, including myself.
After that it became a ritual every Monday and Friday that the
Smiths and Mortons would get together and shave me. Usually
Megan and Beth would do the honors. Once shaved I'd lounge
around naked for the rest of the day. It just plain felt good.
Nudity was not an issue with Megan, mom or myself. We enjoyed
being naked and since everybody in both families had frequently
seen us naked while in SPH it seemed natural. No one else
partook though. At least not immediately.
One Friday after I was shaved mom got the bright idea of having a
baby oil party. She put a king size rubberized sheet in the
middle of the floor and a couple bottles of baby oil in the
middle of it. She told Megan to "get naked" as she stripped off
her own clothes. I was already naked from the shaving. They
both tied back their hair with scrunchies. Mom lay on her tummy
and gave Megan and me a bottle of baby oil each and the fun
began.
The three of us were soon coated with baby oil from head to toe
and slithering around on the sheet. The feeling was absolutely
phenomenal. I thought soapy group showers were great but the
feeling is nothing compared to a baby oil party. I was surprised
when David joined us but I was also pleased. My cock was not
enough to go around. Also, I wanted to feel a slippery prick
slide into me. My mother's and sister's fingers weren't doing
the job. There's something about a baby oil party that just
screams anal. We all agreed for hygiene reasons to keep the
cocks in the rear only. That didn't bother mom and Megan,
though. They ground their twats into every body part that came
close. Feeling David's cock slip into my asshole while I was
buggering mom who was rubbing her face in Megan's crotch as Megan
was rubbing her face into mom's crotch sent me over the top for
orgasm number one. But at a baby oil party you don't slow down
for one lousy orgasm. You just keep slithering away.
As David slid his oiled prick into me I heard Todd exclaim, "Oh
my god, Beth, they're fags." I wondered if Todd knew how hard he
was pushing the edges of the envelope.
"Shut up, Todd," was her response.
While I was rubbing my slippery face against Megan's slippery
breasts I saw Beth kneeling at the edge of the sheet with a look
of pure lust on her face. I'm not sure I can describe pure lust
but I know it when I see it and I was looking at it. A couple
minutes later, as I was rubbing my slippery face against David's
slippery ass and mom was rubbing her slippery twat against my
slippery foot, I saw that Beth was naked. She looked hesitant
but was obviously ready.
"Beth," I heard her brother exclaim. "Are you nuts? What are
you doing?" Todd, for some reason, didn't like to see his sister
slide down the slippery slope of a baby oil party. I felt
differently and with one hand I grabbed Beth and with the other I
grabbed the baby oil and soon we were five sexy slippery
sybarites. As we orgasmed I heard a voice in the distance say,
"Jesus, Beth. I can't believe you're doing this." Believe it,
Todd.
Multiple orgasms later we were spent and laying in the middle of
the sheet in a pool of baby oil. Very carefully we made our way
to the showers. I was already looking forward to my next baby
oil party. I hoped that we could get the Mortons off the sofa,
somehow, and into the action. As for Todd, he was such a prig
about the whole thing I didn't care if he slithered with us or
not. What a waste of raging adolescent hormones, I thought.
Next day same time same place same players different
scenario. Way different!
Beth and David were talking about control. The rest of us would
add a comment now and then but the discussion definitely belonged
to Beth and David.
"How did you know when you got control of the Smiths?" Beth
asked.
"With Jill, it was an agreement that we had reached after some
discussion and trial and error," he replied. "With Megan and
Eric it just sort of happened. I tried a little bit of control
and when they accepted it I just kept pushing the limits. I felt
comfortable with the way things progressed and believed that they
were comfortable, too." David looked at Megan and me and we both
nodded in agreement.
"It takes a certain kind of personality," David continued, "to
achieve control. You have that kind of personality, Beth."
"I know," she said. She looked around the room; at me, at Megan,
at mom, at her parents, and, finally, at Todd, where her eyes
rested. Todd was the only person in the room that didn't know
what was going on. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
Silence filled the room and Todd looked up in confusion,
wondering what was going on. Every eye was on him. He looked at
Beth with an expression of perplexity. Slowly, Beth raised her
hand and pointed her finger at him. The color drained from
Todd's face as realization set in. Beth snapped her fingers.
Todd's head swiveled around to the different people in the room
and stopped at his mother.
She said an interesting thing. "I'm sorry, Todd, but this is the
way it should be."
He squeaked out in a small voice, "Mom."
His head swiveled back to Beth and the inexorable finger was
still pointing in his direction. Like an old man he dropped to
his knees and folded his hands behind his head.
"Straighter. Todd," commanded his sister. "Stomach in, chest
out, shoulders back."
Todd complied.
The fingers snapped again and Beth touched her shirt collar.
Todd's hands were shaking as he began to unbutton his shirt.
Tears were welling in his eyes.
Once he was naked Beth said, "Straighten up, Todd. Knees further
apart." Todd obeyed, never taking his eyes off Beth. His face
had become flushed. His body still had some adolescent baby fat.
A tuft of blond pubic hair surrounded his erect penis. He
looked vulnerable
"Todd," Beth continued, "you've been a real prick lately. No one
here is happy with you. I want you to crawl to each person
present and apologize as abjectly as possible for being a prick.
If that person suggests penance or punishment you must suffer it
immediately."
"Yes, Mistress Beth," he said in a quiet voice.
The first person on Todd's right was Megan. Probably not the
best place for Todd to start but he was resigned to his fate and
crawled to her feet. Looking up into her face he said, "I'm
sorry I've been such a prick, Mistress Megan. Please forgive
me."
"Dear Todd," she said. "I'm so glad to hear that you've decided
to mend your ways and become a real person. But justice has to
be served, doesn't it, Todd."
The question hung in the air for a bit and then Todd responded.
"Yes, Mistress Megan."
"You know the paddle hanging in my room, Todd?" she asked him.
"Yes, Mistress Megan."
"Get it."
"Yes, Mistress Megan," the boy said as he crawled off toward her
room.
Before he returned Megan looked at Beth and mouthed the words,
"Thank you."
Beth smiled and said, "You're welcome."
Todd returned with the paddle and presented it to Megan.
"Go kneel in front of your sister and put your head in her lap,
Todd."
Todd did as he was told, wrapping his arms around her waist.
Beth looked down on him with a sorrowful expression and ran her
hands through his hair. Megan stood over him, paddle in hand.
"Have you ever touched me when I didn't want you to, Todd?" she
asked.
"Yes, Mistress Megan," he replied, his voice muffled by Beth's
shorts.
Smack!
"More than once?"
"Yes, Mistress Megan."
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Todd was sobbing into Beth's crotch and she was becoming flushed.
Her hands continued to caress his head.
"Ever say nasty things to me?
"Yes, Mistress Megan."
Smack! Smack!
The Q and A continued until Todd had received about twenty swats
and he was bawling yes, actually bawling into Beth's shorts.
His hold on her waist had tightened and in his pain he was
driving his face deeper into her lap. Her hips were showing that
telltale movement.
Megan relented and said, "That's all Todd. For now. Go see what
David wants to do with you."
Todd continued sobbing into Beth's lap as he regained control of
himself. We all watched as his ass and thighs grew redder and
the black and blue marks grew more vivid. Megan had showed no
mercy.
Eventually Todd pulled his face from Beth's lap and crawled
toward David. Beth's shorts were so wet with tears it looked
like she peed in them. She looked at me and shrugged.
Todd knelt before David and said through his sobs, "I'm sorry for
being such a prick, Master David. Please forgive me."
David chuckled as he stood. Todd cringed at his feet. "Todd, my
boy, I understand that you think Eric and I are fags. Is that
true?"
Todd was looking down at David's feet as he said, "No sir, Master
David."
"Yesterday I definitely heard you call us fags. Didn't you?"
"Yes, Master David." Todd was shaking.
"Undo my shorts and pull them down, Todd."
"Yes, Master David," he said as he obeyed the order. Todd could
see David's hard prick trying to poke its way out of his
underwear.
"The underwear, Todd."
"Yes, Master David." David stepped out of his shorts and
underwear. His erection was a foot away from Todd's face and
Todd couldn't take his eyes off it.
"Blow me, Todd. Oh, and swallow."
"Y-y-yes sir, M-m-master David," Todd said. He took David's
penis between his thumb and first two fingers and hesitantly
guided it toward his open mouth. The penis entered Todd's mouth
and he closed his lips over it. Ever so slowly he began moving
his mouth over the shaft. He parted his lips slightly and his
tongue darted out to salivate the shaft. I could see Todd's
mouth working as his tongue became more active. His face became
flushed and one of his hands rose to David's balls and held them
and massaged them. Todd's other hand slid around David's hip and
cupped his ass and maintained the rhythm, in and out, in and out.
Todd's eyes were closed as his tongue became more active and the
rhythm became more frenzied. David began panting and one of his
hands was on the back of Todd's head, the other on his shoulder.
David moaned and came. Todd swallowed and sucked, in and out, in
and out. His brow furrowed as he concentrated on the sensation.
His prick was hard. The rhythm slowed and David softened and
Todd licked him clean, every drop. David pulled on his clothes
and sat down as Todd returned to position.
"Your parents are next, fag," he said.
Todd was broken as he crawled toward his parents. The old Todd
was broken. I wondered if he could build a new Todd on the
pieces of the old one.
He knelt in position in front of his parents and said, "Please
forgive me, Mistress mom and Master dad, for being such a prick."
It was comical and I laughed aloud as both his parents smiled.
"Todd, dear," his mother said, "your dad and I both love you but
you have been a prick and we're not going to let this opportunity
go by without punishing you for it. Now please crawl back into
Megan's room and get her cane. Bring it back in your teeth"
Todd's head hung so low as he crawled back toward Megan's room I
was afraid he'd run into a wall. His mother looked toward Megan
and asked, "You don't mind if we use your cane, do you, dear?"
"No, not at all," Megan answered brightly. "You may break it if
you like."
Todd returned with the cane gripped in his teeth. I looked at
his flaming bottom and I knew that Todd was going to suffer. Mom
had told me about the way Mr. and Mrs. Morton had used her and I
knew that mercy was not one of their strong suits. Todd knelt in
position once more with the cane in his teeth. The look on his
face was fear. His mother took the cane from his mouth and,
gripping his hair, pushed his head on to the sofa cushion. She
gave the cane to Mr. Morton who stood behind Todd. He poked the
cane between Todd's legs and began tapping him lightly on the
genitals saying, "Up, boy. On your feet." Todd stood with his
ass in the air and the top of his head touching the cushion, his
forearms on each side of his head. Mr. Morton caned him from the
top of his ass to the back of his knees and up again. Todd
screamed and cried and begged for mercy. He twisted his bottom
and sank to his knees and when he did the cane shot between his
legs and belabored his balls until he was back in position. The
strokes of the cane laid on his already abused ass must have been
beyond pain. When Mr. Morton was finished he stuck the cane
between the cheeks of Todd's ass and said, "Don't drop that,
son"
For a full ten minutes Todd knelt over the sofa as his bottom
turned into a canvas of beautiful awful colors, the picture
accented with the vertical cane clenched between his cheeks. He
went from bawling to crying to sobbing. As we watched his agony
we felt his pain and we might have even felt a little bit sorry
for him. But only a little bit.
"Four down and three to go," his dad said. "I think Mrs. Smith
is next."
Todd crawled, still sobbing, to mom. He winced as he settled his
bottom down on his heels.
"I'm sorry I've been such a prick, Mrs. Smith. Please forgive
me," he begged.
Mom smiled and told Todd to lay over her lap. Resignedly, Todd
obeyed, prepared to suffer a spanking that he didn't see how he
could tolerate.
While Mr. Morton was caning Todd mom, ever the softie, had
fetched a bottle of lotion. Instead of the spanking, mom gently
rubbed the lotion into his bottom. She covered every inch of his
abused bottom and even applied some lotion to parts that weren't
abused, like that little hole in the bottom of his crack. Todd's
sobbing subsided and when mom said that it was time for him to
see me his prick was back to full attention. He kissed mom on
the lips and thanked her for her kindness and crawled to me.
I had my clothes off by the time he assumed position at my feet
and begged forgiveness. I thought that he had received enough
pain but could due with some more humiliation.
I stood and grabbed his hair and shoved his face to my hard
penis. "Since you're an experienced fag by now you know what to
do," I said. And he did know what to do and he did it well and
he liked it. I didn't come in his mouth, though.
"Don't you dare close your eyes or flinch," I commanded as I
pulled my dick from his mouth and directed the stream of semen
into his face. He stared at my dick as it filled his face with
creamy cum, his nose, eyes, forehead, cheeks, lips and chin. I
had him lick me clean and told him to thank me.
"Thank you, Master Eric, for coming in my face."
"You're welcome, fag. Now go see your sister."
He crawled to Beth and knelt before her and made his final plea
for forgiveness.
Beth started to place her hand on his cum covered cheek but
thought better of it. "Fetch a bowl, Todd," she said.
I was going to enjoy this. A reenactment of my own humiliation
that I had suffered several weeks previous. My humiliation that
Todd had enjoyed so much. And now he was going to suffer the
same fate.
Todd returned with the bowl and knelt facing Beth. He held the
bowl under his hard prick with one hand and began stroking
himself with the other. Todd's parents moved from the sofa to
the floor to get a better view. Beth knelt between Todd's knees
and took the bowl from his hands to hold it for him. She took
his working hand and spat in it to improve his lubrication. Todd
gazed into his sister's eyes while masturbating and shot his cum
into the bowl. He looked down to make sure Beth caught it all
and milked out the last drops. Then he took the bowl from Beth's
hands and licked it clean and swallowed. Beth leaned forward and
kissed his cum covered lips and poked her tongue into his cum
washed mouth. She held the kiss and probed his mouth as she slid
her hands up his thighs, over his waist and torso and to his
chest. She gripped each of his nipples between thumb and
forefinger and began squeezing them as she broke the kiss and
knelt back on her heels. She squeezed and twisted and as Todd's
face contorted in pain she said, "You're going to be a good boy
now, aren't you, Todd."
"Yes, Mistress Beth," he grunted through the pain.
"Good," she said and released his nipples."
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