Saturday came, and as usual, I went down to breakfast expecting to find Mother and Paul there waiting for me… but, the house was empty... there was a note on the table from Mother saying she had to run an errand this morning, and for me to fix myself and Jean some breakfast… they would be back later today… be good and be home when I get there… this was totally strange… Mother never had done anything like this before… well, Jean and I ate, and while she played in here room, I surfed the internet… Mother had no parental locks on me, so I could pretty much go anywhere, except to a site that wanted money… that was forbidden… but, there is so much out there, I had no problem finding plenty of free sites with pics, stories, and videos of women using and controlling men… I was learning so much… I am no longer the naive little girl that busted Buck’s balls several months ago…

It was around 3:30pm, when I finally heard Mother’s car pull up in the driveway… I went downstairs to see just what was going on; when Mother came through the door… she wanted to know how we girls were doing and asked what we wanted for supper… I asked about where she had been, and she told me she would explain all that tonight… just about that time, I heard the garden hose come on… not thinking much about it, since Paul was still outside, I went up to my room… once there, I looked out the window to see if Paul was in his boxers, as I loved to daydream about using him like the pictures from the internet... what I saw was Paul, in his boxers, with the garden hose, hosing down another man… the man was dressed in old clothes; a dirty shirt, some raggedy pants, and old tennis shoes… Just about that time, Mother came outside… she yelled at the man to get his clothes off… he stripped willing, and once naked, Paul hosed him off some more… he looked about Mother’s age, late thirties, about 5’8” tall, dark brown hair, kind of long and wild looking like it hadn’t been cut in months… he was very hairy… he had a full beard and mustache, and hair on his chest, arms, legs, and when he turned around, even his back… YUK! From my window, I couldn’t get a good look at his cock and balls, but with the cold hose water, they were right up against his body… once Paul turned the hose off, Mother instructed Paul to take him upstairs, clean him up and make him ready by dinner…

As they came up the stairs, I peeked out my door, trying not to be seen and watched Paul march the man into Mother’s bathroom… I still didn’t get a good look at his cock and balls… they were in there for over 2 hours, when Paul finally came out to go fix dinner… just about that time, Mother came upstairs… she saw me peeking out my door, and said “Fern, now close your door and wait for dinner to be called”… she disappeared in her room…

In a bit, Paul called for dinner, and Jean and I went running downstairs… Paul was in his boxers putting the food on the table, when Mother came into the room with the man following behind, wearing boxers… His face was now clean shaven and his hair was cut, fairly nice… his body was still extremely hairy, but he was clean and even smelled nice… now that he was cleaned up, I could see he wasn’t a bad looking man, older than Paul, and not quite as muscled, but a nice body… Mother said ‘Girls, I would like you to meet John… John is going to be staying with us from now on”… with that, John proceeded to help Paul with dinner, taking his queues from Paul… as Paul waited on Mother and Jean, John waited on me… after a while, I noticed that John was ONLY waiting on me… and when he addressed me, he called me either Mam or Miss Fern… When dinner was over, Jean went up to her room to play… Mother told the boys to clean the dishes and that she wanted to talk with me… Mother said she noticed that I have been very curious about men, starting with Buck, then Paul, and now the internet sites I have been visiting… I thought she didn’t know about that, but she knew everything… EVERYTHING! she then told me she didn’t approve of me drugging her and Paul, and then damaging Paul’s penis like I did… how she knew, I will never know… but, as she talked, I got very embarrassed and humiliated that my Mother knew all this about me…

Then Mother called John over… he came as called, quietly and stood directly in front of me… Mother then said ‘I know you have been curious about men and are wanting to know more, but Paul is off limits… so, John is yours… he will be waiting on you, serving you, doing your laundry, chores, and whatever else you desire or need him to do… Jean and I will leave him alone… but, I am still the head of this house, and he will obey me over you, if I so deem it necessary’… I was kind of only have listening, because once I heard the words that John was mine, my mind was going a thousand miles an hour with ideas about how to use my new toy… then Mother said ‘Fern? Are you listening to me?” I said yes Mother, and she continued to tell me that I had to keep my school work up, no skipping classes, and my homework done, or John would be disappear one night just like Buck… I confirmed ‘Yes, Mother’…

Having said that, Mother ordered John to drop his boxers… he did as told, and stood in the kitchen naked as the day he was born… he was extremely hairy… chest, belly, arms, legs, back and crotch… his cock was uncut, like Paul’s, which pleased me greatly… it was about 7 inches soft, with a medium size set of balls underneath… his balls were very hairy as well, with the left one being bigger than the right, just like Bucks… Mother asked if I had any questions about John… I asked if I could really do anything I wanted with him, and she replied ‘Yes’… But, take things easy… you went through Buck in only 5 days… I expect John to be with us for a long time now… with that, she and Paul retired up to her room for the night…

That left me and a naked John alone in the kitchen… John was standing at attention, I guess waiting for some orders from me… with me still sitting in the chair, his cock and balls were at eye level, so I decide to take a closer look… I grabbed his cock first… it was soft and warm and had that same velvet feel Buck and Paul’s cock has… I guess all men’s cocks must feel like that… I slid the loose skin back to reveal his tip… It was pink and had a small pee hole… not nearly as big as Paul’s slit… I took my finger and slowly rubbed the underside of his cock head, and he started to get hard… he was still standing at attention, but started to moan under his breath… I started to stroke his penis, till I decided it was about as hard as it was going to get… he had grown from 7 inches to only about 9 inches hard… no where near as big as Paul’s 13 inch dick, but a lot bigger than Buck’s pathetic, little weenie… as I stroked him, his balls started to get tight against his body, so I knew he was about ready to shoot… when he arched his back, I cupped my free hand, and as he shot his first cum, I collected every drop in my hand… once he had stopped shooting, and his cock was going soft, I ordered him to his knees and made him lick every drop of cum from my hand… he did so without saying a word… with him still on his knees, I ordered him to put his hands behind his head and spread his legs wide for me… I sat down on the floor in front of him, and preceded to exam his balls… I worked them by pulling, squeezing, and rubbing, till they were hanging down pretty low in their sac… I decided one of the things I needed to do with John was stretch his sac so his balls would hang down really low… but for now, I had them down as far as they would go… I stood up, braced myself, and lined up my foot for a good kick… John knew what was coming, and just closed his eyes… then, I kicked… right to the sac… John gasped for air, fell over on his back, and rolled in pain… but, to my surprise, he never covered himself to protect his balls…Buck had… even Paul while passed out, instinctively reached for his aching balls… but John, left them unprotected… this man was a mystery to me… Buck and Paul would do anything for Mother because they were in love with her… but, why is this pitiful excuse for a man letting me do anything I want to him? I needed to talk to Mother… but, that can wait a few days… right now, I have my very own naked man slave to play with…

I took John up to my room to decide where he would be sleeping… I pulled my old Barbie sleeping bag out of the closet and instructed John to open it out and place it on the floor, between my bed and the window… then I found an old pillow that smelled like pee, and a comforter that had some holes in it, and told John, that was his new bed… each day after he got up, I expected it folded and stacked neatly under the window… Just then, I saw Paul walk by the door, and asked him if he could get me a razor and some shaving cream… he came back a few minutes later with them and said if there was anything else I needed, he would find it or put it on the grocery list… I took John into my bathroom, turned on the shower, and put him in… I instructed him to lather his balls up and shave them smooth… I sat there on the commode and watched intently as he first pulled his limp cock up and shaved the top of his sac, then pulled them to the side and did underneath… he took his time as he saw I was enjoying watching him, and when done, he rinsed them off and asked for my approval… I reached out and grabbed them in my hands, and they felt as smooth as a babies butt… I like them like this and instructed him to keep them shaved smooth at all times… I thought about having him shave the rest of his hair off, but that would have taken way too many razors, and one day I just might like to use that cream stuff on John I used on Buck… I had him dry off and go lye on his bed on his back…

I wanted to look up some pics on the computer on how I might want to use John, and after about 30 minutes, I heard John snoring… I looked on the other side of my bed, and he had fallen asleep, still on his back, uncovered… I decided to leave him there while I finish what I was doing… a few minutes on the computer, turned into several hours… I had downloaded hundreds of pictures of men being kicked, tied, beat, shaved, whipped, and forced to do all kinds of stuff… I was getting tied, and decided to call it a night… I went around the bed to check on John, and he was sound asleep, still on his back, one arm behind his head, the other resting on his belly… his cock was soft and resting on his right thigh, and his balls were tucked between his legs… he looked so innocent, especially for an old man in his late 30’s… as I stared at him, I couldn’t help but think that he somehow looked familiar to me… but, tomorrow was Sunday, and I had all day to play with John… so, I let him sleep and went to bed…

The next morning when I woke up, John wasn’t in the room anymore… so I got dressed and headed downstairs… he and Paul were fixing breakfast… Mother was at the table, and Jean was already eating… John hadn’t said a whole lot, but that was fine with me… talking is over rated… John had his boxers on again, and for the first time, I was beginning to understand Mothers rule of wearing them… I don’t want Mother seeing John naked for some reason, not sure why other than he is mine… and with his private parts covered, it makes me more excited about getting them off and using him… but, the boxers would have to go… I saw a man online in what looked like a Tarzan loin cloth… it was nothing more than a thong with a flap over his package… I asked mother if she could make or buy me some for John… and she said she and Paul would go out shopping that afternoon… she wanted to know what I had planned for the day, and I told her I had some chores for John in the shed… she never asked what or why, but took my answer and went on… I did have something I wanted John to do in the shed…

When breakfast was over, Mother and Paul went into town for awhile… They took Jean with them, leaving me and John alone… I told John I needed him in the shed, and he followed me out… the shed was filled with all kinds of old stuff… some ours, some left by the previous owners of the house… it had wood walls, a wooden floor, and a tin ceiling… in the center of the shed was a pulley hanging from the ceiling rafters with a chain and hook… it was attached to a hand crank on the far wall; I think this was used to raise a motor out of a car… our neighbor down the road works on cars and has one… I found a box of old rags and ropes in the corner, and tied John’s hands together… I then went to the crank and lowered the chain from the ceiling and attached the hook to his roped hands… I slowly started to turn the crank and his arms were raised over his head and his body went tight… a couple more turns, and John was standing on his tip toes, arms stretched high over his head, and his body stretched to the max… not for sure what I might be doing next, and not wanting John to yell and bother anyone, I found an old pair of my leotards in the box… I tied the panties into several knots, and then shoved them in John’s mouth… I then tied the attached legs around his head so his mouth was gagged tight… I love the internet, you can learn so much… then, I just stood back and watched John standing on his tip toes, arms straining, and muscles stretched tight… He was constantly adjusted himself on his tip toes, trying to relieve some of the weight off his arms… he was making moaning noises under his gag, but nothing recognizable… after several minutes, I went to the crank and gave it a couple more turns, till John was completely off the ground… his arms looked like they were going to rip from his body… his moaning got louder, and the look in his eyes were begging me to let him down… as he hung their, struggling, he slowly was turning around… I went over to him, and spun him hard and fast in a circle… I guess the extra movement must have put more weight on his arms, cause he started to scream under his gag… boy am I glad I gagged him, else the whole neighborhood might have heard him… watching him spin was really cool… finally he stopped and was facing me again… I grabbed his boxers and pulled them down and off his body… I found a couple more pieces of rope and tied one to each ankle… then I tied the other ends to hooks on the wall, so his legs were spread wide, with him still hanging from his wrists… this left his cock and balls open and very visible… I took one more piece of rope and tied it around his balls… I moved a small table over between his legs so it was right under his balls… next, I put a cinder block on the table and tied the leftover rope to the block… once everything was secure, I pulled the table out from under John’s balls, and the cinder block dropped… not all the way to the ground, but about to John’s calves… when it dropped, it took his balls with it… the sudden jerk on his nuts made John scream… I mean really scream… his balls were now stretched to his knees and they looked like they were ready to rip from his body… his face was blood red, and he was breathing really hard and erratic… then it happened… John passed out… guess the pain was too much for him… I shoved the cinder block making it swing back and forth between his legs, and with each swing, his balls stretched lower toward the ground… I watched him swing back and forth for several minutes, when I noticed his nuts were turning a dark shade of blue… I went over and touched them, and they were cold to the touch… his balls were dying… as much as I like the idea of killing his nuts, I didn’t want to them to die today… so I grabbed an old carpet knife I found and cut the rope… the cinder block dropped to the ground… his balls retracted some, but were still hanging down pretty low… I untied them and started to massage them with my fingers, and they started to warm up again… John was still out, though… I untied his ankles from the wall, and turned the crank, lowering John to where he was resting on his knees… this gave his arms a much needed break… with John on his knees, his balls became a good target for my foot, so I kicked him hard… with that, John came too with a jerk… he was instantly crying and moaning under his breath… I liked it when I make a man cry… so, I kicked him again… he screamed into the gag, and tears streamed down his face… I just had to do it one more time, so BAM! With this blow, his body tightened, then fell limp… he was out again…

While he was out this time, I decided to check the rest of him out… I opened his eyelids and his blue eyes were rolled up into his head… it was nice to see he had blue eyes, everyone else in the house had brown, except for me… I got the pliers out of the tool box, and opened his mouth… I grabbed his tongue with the pliers, and pulled hard… his tongue came out of his mouth about 6 inches; and when I let go, popped back in like it was spring loaded… next, I found his nipples; and I do mean found… he was so hairy, you had to really look for them… now, Buck had tiny nipples about the size of dimes, Paul’s were a little larger, but John had huge, round nipples… and the tips pointed straight out… so, they were easy to grab onto with the pliers… I grabbed the left one first, and pulled… It was like a rubber band, stretching way out… I twisted it several times and let go… it turned bright red and started to swell almost twice its size… nice… I grabbed onto the right nipple, but this time, I just squeezed the pliers as hard as I could… I held them tight for several minutes, and when I let go, his nipple had turned white and was deformed… flattened by the pliers, with teeth marks where I had gripped them… it started to swell too…

About that time, Mother came into the shed… when she saw John hanging from his arms, she wanted to know if I was playing nice and not damaging him permanently… remember; he has to last awhile… I said he was fine, just resting… this struck Mother as funny, and she laughed… she knew he had passed out from the pain… she said to let him go so he can help Paul with dinner… with that, she went outside, turned on the garden hose and handed it to me… ‘This should wake him up’… with that, she went back up to the house… I turned the hose on John, and sure enough, he came too with a jerk… I had the hose set on fan, so he was getting soaked pretty good… I stopped long enough to take his gag out, then picked up the hose, changed the setting to full stream, and pounded John with it… the full force of the hose, especially at such close range, tore into his body… I aimed at his nuts, and he went ballistic… when he opened his mouth to scream, I fired the stream of water down his throat… he choked and gagged on the water, and nearly drowned himself… he was on his feet by now, keeping his back toward me and the hose… that was enough… I turned the water off, and ordered him on his knees again… he obeyed, and I untied his arms… I told him to dry off, put on his boxers, and report to Paul for kitchen duty… then I went upstairs to cleanup… this is dirty work…