My Uncle Made Me His Boywife

All characters are above 18 years old. The story contains Incest, Voyeurism, Non-existent Consent, Coercement, Sacrilege, Drugs, Forced Exposure in Public, and Extreme Degeneracy which some readers may find highly offensive. Reader's discretion is advised.

After spending all my life in the poor countryside down South, I enrolled in an internationally renowned university in the city up North, far away from home. My family got my uncle to agree to host me through my college years.

It was a poor decision. The house was big enough for two men but not big enough for two men who loathed each other. My uncle Carter saw his older brother, my dad who I idolized since birth, to be a low-life loser utterly emasculated by my mother. So naturally, he saw me, a frail 5'5'' bespectacled book nerd, to be an equal if not greater failure in manhood.

"A gust of wind could carry you away, eat something for crying in a cup," he said in vex on the dinner table.

"You forgot the prayer," I told him, equally annoyed by his brutish way of living. "You are a disgrace to all Christians, and that cross on your neck."

"Save your medieval fetish cosplay elsewhere, I'm eating." He said, gulping down the takeout like an unhinged animal. None of us cooked or cleaned, when he was living alone the condition was still tolerable, but now with me on top, the house quickly devolved into a landpit of filth.

He thought himself so mighty just because he had a high-paying job as a firm consultant and a penchant for working out in the gym. I hated him. He practically towered over me standing at almost 6 '5'', and whenever we walked into each other in the stairwell or the narrow hallway, he jostled and manhandled me around with zero respect for me as a guest in his house. I fucking hated him.

One day, when he was away from work. I went into his room. It was filthy with unclean laundry and empty food packaging everywhere, and his yet-to-closed-down laptop had a list of women he was hooking up with blatantly sitting on the desktop. When I saw that he had the gall to keep a King James Bible on his bedstand -- a familial tradition that I also followed -- as though he gave a fuck about anything Christ taught, the feeling of mutual hatred finally boiled over. I decided to sabotage him.

I was brought up a good kid, so even when I have decided to do something bad, I don't know where to start. I stole some of his money, and seemingly overwhelmed by a puerile conception of a prank, I pissed in his pillow.

A few days later he summoned me to the living room.

"It has been brought to my attention that a dog is running amok in this house." He said with a calm deep voice, filled with machismo grunts, "A filthy, unhinged female dog. A bitch, excuse my French. A fucking bitch."

He turned on the TV and there was me, pulling out my weiner and streaming straight onto his pillow. Apparently, he put security cameras all over the house, that was how little trust he had in his nephew.

"I'm sorry," I said, slightly flustered but remained composed.

"I don't care. Where's the money you stole from me?"

"Blew it all on booze and whores, like you would on a daily basis." I lied on the first part, I used them all to buy textbooks and medical insurance; I didn't lie at all on the second part though, my uncle frequented prostitution.

"You fucking ingrate brat!" He slapped me right across the face, "It's on you isn't it? Show me your pockets!"

That slap had really done me in. He was so much bigger and tougher than me that I feared for my safety. Even his expensive suit couldn't conceal the muscular stature beneath it, his biceps were thicker than my thighs, two of me standing side by side and he would still be wider in stature, and he was a foot taller than I was. I instantly folded, pulling out my pockets and taking off my jacket to show him that I really didn't have a cent on me.

"Strip!" He growled.

I stripped. Taking off my shirt and pants, revealing my hairless thigh, slim waist and flat stomach. I had always been a lightweight, efforts in bodybuilding only made me even slimmer, and a lack of exposure to outdoor sunlight resulted in a skin tone paler than freshly painted walls. But the most embarrassing part of my body had got to be my naturally puffy nipples, rock hard and standing tall in the cold air, the small rings around it a color of reddish pink.

"Damn, you are even faggier than your dad! Underpants, too!" There was a change in his eyes, hatred had gained a new shade of predatory lust. He pulled out his phone and started taking pictures.

"Please, Uncle Carter," I whimpered at the verge of tears, "please just let me go. I won't ever touch your stuff again..."

He slapped me across my other cheek, and I took down my boxers revealing my groin. My penis erecting amidst the tiniest bush of pubes was uncut, and the foreskin always partially covered the gland making it look even more petite than it already was. The thing's color was fleshy pink, possibly due to my aversion to masturbation and pre-marital sex. As soon as I was stripped naked I started to get an erection.

"Jesus fuck! What a pathetic piece you packed there? What's that, five inches?" My uncle laughed out loud. He actually overshot the length, my penis was a little over four inches fully erect. I felt utterly humiliated and started crying.

"Oh so now you start crying!" He laid down on the sofa and left me standing, "Get down on all fours!"

He still had the phone in his hand taking pictures of my shameful body. I got down on all fours and found myself right between his legs. He unzipped and fished out his cock.

It was a horrific sight to behold. It was nearly eight inches long and it hadn't even reached full erection yet. The shaft was dark brown, the pubic hair thick and black as ink, and the head was a shade of purplish red. The musky smell was absolutely putrid, he had just come back from a full day of work and hadn't showered, the stench resembled that of a fish market. I was in so much shock that I didn't even react when the girthy rod was laid right across my face.

"I think you are getting aroused." He said in a mocking tone.

Only then did I notice that my stiff penis was leaking precum like crazy, transparent fluid drawing strings all the way from the tip to the floor. I couldn't believe it, I was on all fours with a man's fat cock on my face and yet I was getting aroused, Sodom was destroyed for less egregious sins.

Uncle Carter grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock into my mouth. It tasted salty and bitter, its girth and length so massive my mouth could barely contain half of its body, my tongue having nowhere to go could only coil around the girthy shaft, I was salivating like a dog.

"Look up and smile at the camera." He said. I looked up to see his phone snapping a photo of me looking with teary eyes giving him a blowjob. He was pounding my mouth, I gagged several times and tears streamed down my face, mixing with the spit cock juice on my lips. "Lift your ass up!" He shouted, I immediately did so and he took even more photos.

I begged him to stop, my words jumbled by the massive thing in my mouth, my penis was twitching as though it was also begging him to stop. Finally, Uncle Carter ejaculated into my mouth without warning, the massive load of semen completely filled my mouth. It tasted awful like briny sea water, only thick and viscous.

"From now on you will do the chores! You live in my fucking house so you better make me happy about you being here or I will send all these pictures of yours to our family's Facebook group. Then your school's forum, then pornography sites! You got it?"

"Yes, Uncle Carter..." I gasped desperately for fresh air that didn't smell like his cock.

"Thank me for letting you stay in this house!"

"Thank you, Uncle Carter..."

"I can't hear it."

"THANK YOU, MASTER!" A Freudian slip of the century. I just gave him a blowjob on all fours and swallowed his load after he stripped me naked and now I'm saying thank you and accidentally called him my master. My life had gone off the deep end fast.

"Woah, aren't you a quick one, you fucking slut!" He was laughing, his mood improved significantly.

My status in the house plunged from a tenant slash blood relative that he couldn't piss off in fear of souring his relationship with his brother, to a sex slave wife slash boy toy that he could do whatever the hell he wanted.

"I don't want to see you in those baggy clothes in my house." He said to me in the front yard one day when I was returning home from a lecture, "Leave them in the yard." He threw me a tiny panty.

"What are you, fucking nuts?" I bursted out. "The neighbors can see me here!"

"Put them on or you are not coming into the house!" He grunted, "I wouldn't want to land in the homeless shelter if I were you. Strip or I will help you do it!"

I stripped right there in the front yard and put on those lingerie pieces. Pretty sure the old lady across the street taking her trash out was staring at me. This humiliation session became a daily routine, and I was forced to change into progressively shameful outfits out in the open for all to see, lingerie, maids outfit, fishnets...

I had to do all the chores now. I had to cook for him and wash the dishes after blowing him under the table while he ate. The deplorable state of the house quickly improved from my labor, yet I could barely enjoy any of it.

"You useless cunt. There is still laundry in the washing machine and you have already started sweeping. Trying to cop out on chores, didn't you?" He scolded, he had stopped raising his voice at me, probably deemed not worth the effort.

"Your house is huge! I'm doing things one at a time!" I cried out.

He gave my ass a flat-handed slap, a giant crimson handprint left on my right cheek. The slap was so hard and sudden, that my bare feet slipped on the wood floor and I lost balance completely. He stopped my fall to the ground in one fell swoop, his thick arm wrapped around my waist, and a fury of slaps came down on my ass.

"Stop! Stop Uncle Carter, it hurts!"

"You got quite the bouncy ass I tell ya." He said mockingly, "Bubbly and white, slapping on it felt great. I should've done this sooner to teach you brat a lesson. Don't ever talk back to me again, understand? What I say, goes."

"YES! I'm sorry, master! I will never talk back again!"

"Attaboy." The slaps were replaced by gentle but firm caressing, he was kneading my ass, spreading it to expose my bud which I just realized was gaping. Utterly ashamed and fearing that he would notice and prolong this torture session, I tried to push him away. But his arm locked me in place.

"Look at that cute little pussy there." He whistled. "It sure looks inviting, isn't it?"

"Wait, Uncle Carter, you can't do this. I'm your nephew...AHHH!"

His finger penetrated me. Its invasion was fierce and was met with no resistance, my ass took the whole digit in with hunger, as though I had craved for this for years without me knowing. He started to repeatedly exit and enter me.

"Stop... stop! You are poking too deep... AHHH!" His finger scraped by my prostate, and my entire body collapsed in his arms, "Oh god... hmm... ah... what..." Moans were escaping my lips completely out of my control, and I was shocked by how girly my voice had become.

My uncle clearly took on my reaction. A new level of degradation began. He started to control my diet, only allowing me to eat things that would keep my butt pleasant, as he would call it. And I had to do frequent enemas to keep it clean so that he could play with it wherever and whenever in the house.

I would be doing chores and all of a sudden he would molest my butt and finger me until I edge, but never go all the way as to grant me pleasure. Whenever I tried stroking my dick, he slapped my hands away and flicked my penis with his fingers until it went soft from the pain, but then he would finger my ass so I get an erection again.

Needless to say, masturbation and porn was completely out of the question. "Gonna keep you away from the temptation." He said, seizing my computer and phone. "Don't worry, I won't have you desecrated the good name of Christ."

I held onto the silver lining that, as long as real penetration didn't happen, this still technically didn't constitute sex and therefore wasn't incest, and I could still uphold my Christian values. I saw myself as a flagellant monk, enduring the unbearable for the greater good, to finish my education and return home without soiling my family's name. I held out hope that all of this would be over once I left this wretched man.

One day, I woke up to find him surprisingly gentle with me. I still had to do chores but he didn't scold me or molest my body. After a fairly late dinner, he had me wash myself inside and out, then he threw me my regular clothes and told me to put them on. "Bring me to your school's library." He said, seemingly with no ulterior motive, "I need to print something. The printer has gone busted."

The walk from our house to the campus was only ten minutes. At the library, he printed out his work slowly, one paper at a time, and there were a ton of them. I stood by him, bored out of my mind, but also thanking Christ for keeping him away from me for the day; maybe this was the turn, maybe he finally gained back some senses to know sexually torturing his nephew wasn't exactly Christ-like. When I was thirsty he even handed me his thermos of coffee. `

We stayed there until nearly midnight. I felt weird the whole way through. A sourcing tingling sensation kept bugging me, I felt itchy, a little tired, but also very excitable, the colors in my vision felt more vibrant, and my skin could feel even the slightest breeze.

"Can't I just leave, Uncle Carter? I'm not doing anything here and... by god did they turn off the AC in here? It's hot as fuck!"

"You know animals, like a literal bitch, go through estrous cycles, i.e. going in heat, becoming sexually receptive and extremely horny." He smirked at me. I didn't know what that whole spiel was about, but I was somewhat enchanted by his face; chiseled cheekbones and a flinty jawline lined with beard stubbles, slanted eyes that command absolute submission through gaze alone. He was manly-looking, and handsome too.

"Take off your clothes." He ordered.

I had already stripped myself down to the laced panties before I could realize it. What the fuck am I doing? I thought in a panic, noticing there were still plenty of college students in the library studying for the incoming finals. I needed to put my clothes back on as soon as possible before anyone noticed, but none of my limbs were obeying orders from my brain; seemingly all the blood in my body had rushed into my four-and-a-half-inch penis, a tiny stream of translucent precum ran down the shaft. My nipples are hard as pebbles, sticking out on my chest with blushing color. My uncle pulled out a bright red dog collar with a leash and secured it on my neck.

"Attaboy. Now get down and give your favorite thing in the world a good lick."

I immediately kneeled before him and unzipped his pants. His eight-inch-and-a-half massive cock popped out and almost slapped me in the face. I could already see the girl a few bookshelves away looking in this direction, and I was completely naked with a dog collar on my neck and my penis making a little tent against the panty. I need to stand up right now and end this, but instead, I shoved my uncle's cock in my mouth.

Unbeknownst to me, the coffee he's been giving me the whole night was spiked with an equivalent of half a tab of LSD, 10mg of THC, and half an Ecstasy pill. I hadn't the foggiest idea that I was drugged. Growing up in a sheltered rural household, I never even had a drop of liquor let alone hard drugs. I really thought my body was just going in heat; I thought I was completely losing it, but the fat cock in my mouth tasted incredible, the musk and the fishy smell ran right into my nose as I pressed myself against the thick pubes. People were definitely noticing me now, noises of their murmur grew louder and louder.

"Woo, you are drawing quite the attention, my dear." My uncle said while rubbing my hair, "Let's make this a quick one." He pummeled my mouth, shoving the whole shaft into my throat, and for some reason, I didn't even gag, I even started pinching my own nipples because I knew he wouldn't like me stroking my penis, he saw what I was doing and smiled at me with satisfaction. He rewarded me with a deep throat, holding my face in place and kept his cock deep. It felt like it lasted forever and I was practically asphyxiating. His shoe gave my balls a small nudge and I instantly came, spraying my cum all over the library's marble floor. The gathering crowd made a collective sound of awe. My uncle cummed right now my throat and I gulped it all down.

"Thank you, Master...." Pulling his cock out of my mouth, I was slurring my speech, smearing his semen and my spit all over his ginormous nutsack, the sensation of the thick pubes brushing against my face was addictive.

We exited the library, leaving all my clothes and the soaked panties behind. It was well past midnight so the campus was fairly empty, my uncle holding the leash on my neck while I crawled on all four completely naked, like an actual bitch. Plenty of students walked by and saw my degenerate state. My penis was leaking fluid the whole way home, leaving behind a small glistening trail on the ground wherever I went.

The ten-minute way home felt like days. He tossed me onto my bed and took off his clothes. He was absolutely packed, skin tone like that dark olive, his muscular chest was covered in just the right amount of hair, and his abs well-defined and hard as rocks.

"Eden." He called me by my name, for the first time in god knows how long in that deep voice of his, "You did so good. People on the street all loved seeing you crawling around like a bitch. I would make you feel good. Uncle Carter is gonna make his nephew Eden to feel what a girl would feel. Lift up your ass."

"YES!" I practically screamed, holding my two legs up by the legpits, and let my gaping hole bare. Every part of my body could feel lust, and the thought of sex overwhelmed every sense I still had. The passage of time slowed to a crawl.

He lubed his rod and pressed my legs down towards me, bending me completely in halves. "Damn, I didn't know you were this flexible. You are born to be fucked." The head of his cock pressed against my hole.

"YES! COME IN, COME.... AHHH!" I let out a girly screech as his cock impaled my inner. He pushed the whole thing assertively as my ass shaped into the shape of cock. I could feel every vein and crease on it. There was no resistance to be found, the last line had been crossed, my ass was swallowing and suckling my uncle's rod.

Then the pummeling started. There was no rhythm or technique, every thrust was the length of his entire cock. Whenever I thought he was exiting as he pulled his cock all the way back until only its tip was inside me, he pushed it right back in and hit my deepest spot.

"AHH! TOO DEEP MASTER! TOO DEEP! HARDER HARDER..."

I couldn't tell how long he'd been fucking me, I was having an orgasm for what felt like minutes if not hours. It was totally different from a mere ejaculation, it was prolonged and crawl its way through every inch of my skin. Every time he thrust into me, my penis shot out a little bit of cum, all landing on my face as he lifted my ass higher and higher for better pummeling. There was no going back to regular jerking off after this, my little pecker wasn't worthy of a pussy anyway, I was born for this, whether it was the drug or the sex that had convinced me of this, I couldn't tell and I couldn't care less.