Continuation of "Humiliated by the Whitfields"....

I couldn't believe my Dad actually put in his Will that I was supposed to live with the Whitfields --- after the way they had humiliated him. Over the years, Bill and Brandon had yelled at him, stripped and spanked him, tortured his big prick and nuts, and many other things. WHY DID I HAVE TO LIVE THIS FAMILY? With no parents around, Bill was in charge. Though he was 22, he acted 16.

Well, Bill had told me there would be rules. Fine, I could deal with that. The rules were probably to stay out of their way and so forth. I walk up the steps to their huge house that I knew too well from visiting while my Dad worked. After knocking, I hear the simple command, "Come in." I go into the den and they are all sitting in there --- they've been waiting for me. Bill is sitting straight ahead. Brandon, 15, is sitting to his right. To his left are the younger ones, Jason and Mary. Everyone is very serious.

"We are allowing you to stay here out of the goodness of our hearts." Bill speaks for them all. "We don't want you intruding in our lives, but we apparently have no choice. If you cause any one of us any problems, you will pay dearly." With that, he stands. This is a guy I didn't want to mess with. He was 6'4", very muscular, and plays football for his college. He was very intimidating. "Do you understand?"

"Yeah, I got. I'm not too happy about being here either. Don't worry, I won't get in the way."

"You're _d_a_m_n_ right," he continues. "Now to be sure that you're not doing anything that is bothersome, you must obey us at all times. That means all of us. Specifically, I'm putting Brandon in charge of you. I'll be spending a lot of time on campus, so I'm leaning on Brandon to be in charge of you." This was apparently news to Brandon. He was shocked. I could tell by the huge grin that suddenly appeared on his face. He lit up like a christmas tree. "You've got to listen to all of us, but Brandon is your boss...no, your Master."

"What?!!!"

"Don't _f_u_c_k_ with me!! You WILL be sorry. You want to live here? Then do as I say."

"But Brandon is two years younger than me --- I'm 17, a Senior in High School! I can take care of myself very quietly, thank you."

"I don't give a _s_h_i_t_. Brandon, 15 years old or not, is your Master. That's the only way I can guarantee no problems. Now, I've got to go to campus and Jason and Mary are going to the neighbor's house. That should give you some time to get to know your Master better. If there are any problems at all, I will kick your ass."

Soon, it was just me and Brandon. I didn't know what to say. I just stood there in the middle of the room. Brandon got up and started to slowly circle me. "Brandon, look, don't worry about anything. Just show me my room, and I won't be any problem."

"Did I tell you to speak? I'll show you to your room, but don't speak unless I ask you something."

He leads me to my new room. I'm trembling at this point. I know what he's done to my Dad. And I can't refuse his orders, or Bill will come back and cause me some real pain. What is Brandon going to do?

"Before you spend any more time in MY house, let's make sure you're clean. Strip down, you Trash."

I slowly begin to disrobe. First the shirt. Shoes. Socks. Pants. I stop with my pants, Brandon demands, "What the _f_u_c_k_ are stopping for?"

"Brandon, I'm standing here in my boxer briefs. Isn't that enough?"

"Don't question me!!! Do what I say and do it now." This 15 year old punk was getting into now. He despised me for being so popular in school. It's too bad we were'nt at school now. But we weren't. And he was in charge. Before I could slip off my undies, he had yanked them down himself. I had always been proud of my _d_i_c_k_. Just like my Dad's, it was 5" long when limp. I know he wanted to make fun of it, but he couldn't --- it was bigger than he hoped.

He circled me and then yelled, "Spread your legs!! Bend over!!" I hesitated and he grabbed my nuts, pulling and squeezing with all his might. He continued to squeeze and release and squeeze and release as he lectured me for not listening. He walked behind me, reached between my legs and squeezed again, yelling, "Now bend over. I've got to inspect your butt-hole to see if its clean." I bend over mostly because I'm in pain --- he's still got my nuts. He lets go of my nuts and grabs my _d_i_c_k_ pulling it backwards as far as it will go. With his right hand, he yanks at my _d_i_c_k_. With his left hand, he shoves a toothbrush up my ass and twists. He pulls it out and releases my _d_i_c_k_. Finally, my genitals get some relief! They're hyper-sensitive and must be swelling by now. I stand slowly. He announces that my ass is not nearly clean enough.

To teach me how to properly clean an ass, I am supposed to practice...by wiping his ass for the next day after he goes to the bathroom!!

In the meantime, I must be punished for being unclean. "Brandon, no. Don't even think of spanking me like you spanked Dad. I'm much bigger than you are and I'm not like Dad. I'll kick your _f_u_c_k_ing ass." Brandon begins laughing like there's no tomorrow.

He says finally, "And will you kick Bill's ass, too?"

Meekly, I reply, "No."

"Well, OK. You know, I wish I had a CamCorder. I need to tape this. How many times do you see a Freshman give a good old-fashioned whooping to an arrogant Senior." I didn't think I was arrogant at all, but Brandon was living this up.

He grabbed a paddle from the wall and commanded, "Bend over again and spread those legs. Let's see that big _d_i_c_k_ of yours dangle between your legs."

I couldn't believe this!! What had my life come to. I was bent over, ass sticking up in the air, fully exposed to a little _s_h_i_t_-Freshman! I promised to myself that he wouldn't make me cry. Whack! There was the first one. A pretty powerful stroke for a 15 year old. Whack! Whack! 2 quick ones. He continued more slowly for 12 more whacks. I wasn't crying. But I could feel the tears well up in my eyes. _d_a_m_n_ this hurt! He continued. Five more strokes, and a tear rolled. How humiliating. He saw the tear hit the floor. He was waiting for this apparently. He burst out laughing. "Look at the big shot Senior - crying!! Alright, baby. Don't cry anymore. I guess that's enough for now. Just sit up here in your room for the rest of the night and remember who is Master around here. You'll get along just fine."

I was rubbing my ass and still bent over a little because my nuts were still in tremendous pain. So there I was rolled up on the floor still butt naked. Brandon is standing directly over me smiling smugly. "Oh, and a couple other things I almost forgot. We've decided to issue you some clothes. From now on, you must wear them to school. We've got several pairs of white slacks for you ---waist 30--- and some polyester shirts. You will wear no underwear any longer. You will do all the cleaning in the house and cook us breakfast. As for me specifically, you will get up early enough to shower and dress yourself and then you must bath me and lay out my clothes. And maybe I'll "let" you give me a blow job every now and then. You got all that?"

"Yeah I got it."

Brandon left and took my old clothes with him. Feeling naked, which I was, I go to the closet and put on the white slacks and awful polyester shirt. The slacks are way too small (apparently intentional). And they are relatively thin. Being white, you can see through them in certain lights. My having a big _d_i_c_k_ doesn't help matters especially since I can't wear underwear. The bulge clearly outlines my manhood. I can't believe I have to go to school like this the next day. But still, school sounds wonderful compared to this.

Surely, this won't continue, though. Surely, they were just trying to intimidate me on the first day.

to be continued...