How to Create a Fuckboy

As ecstatic as I was, the rest of the family greeted the news with mixed reactions. The bitch's maternal instincts kicked in, both liking the idea of another child to nurture and wanting to protect him from her warped perceptions of harm. Fuckboy was both excited at the prospect of a real playmate closer to his own age and typically jealous of the attention a sibling rival would naturally receive from both family and friends. However, both Fuckboy and the bitch knew of course I had the final say in the matter, and my mind was unswervable.

We started scrambling to present the appearance of normal, healthy, warm, loving domesticity. We moved enough of my things to the basement and the bitch's things into the master bedroom and Fuckboy's things into the Fucking Room to give the impression those were our normal sleeping arrangements. We put a second bed in his room. We canceled all appointments for the weekend. Then I took the bitch out to buy a motherly dress trim and respectful. Mrs. Cleaver. She also said she'd need a girdle, a new bra, stockings, and decent shoes. She hadn't bought any new clothes for herself in two years. Finally I prompted them both on how to behave.

"Hello, hello. Please come in. You must be Jerry. Welcome home, Little Man. This is your new brother Tommy. This is his mother. And I'm going to be your new Uncle." I didn't ask him to start calling me Daddy yet, since I didn't know if he was ready to accept someone taking the place of his own parents. "Please, please, everyone come in and sit down. My sister made a nice dinner so we can all get acquainted."

Mrs. Rogers, the social worker, liked the house. It was clean and ample. She saw no guns or liquor cabinets or anything that could prove a risk for a young child. The weed and condoms were stashed away.

Over supper, I answered their questions about my career as an independent film producer. "Art films; very limited audience."

"My husband and I prefer a good adventure film. But that's fine; we all have different tastes. You must be doing very well to afford such a lovely house. I can see you'll be well able to provide a good home for Jerry, without exploiting his inheritance."

After our meal, Fuckboy, er, Tommy took Jerry to the computer in my office to play video games. Mrs. Rogers gave us some insight into the boy's history. "Here's a copy of his medical records. All his inoculations are up-to-date. For the short time he's been an orphan, Jerry was in a foster home. The mother there didn't know how to help him with his grief. He developed a habit of touching himself, or perhaps he already had the habit, and she tried to stop it, which just made matters worse. And he hated going to kindergarten with kids who still had mothers."

"Oh, we never reprimand Tommy for touching himself," I assured her. "Boys will be boys after all. And, as I told you, we homeschool Tommy, so Jerry won't have to face the added pressure of classmates."

"The foster mother also gave him a lot of chores to do, more than I think was necessary."

"Oh, my sister and I don't believe in overworking children. Childhood is a time to play and enjoy all that life has to offer."

"Well, Tommy does appear very happy and well-adjusted. I compliment you, Ma'am. I know it's not easy being a single mother. You're very fortunate to have your brother to help you. And it looks to me like the two boys are going to get along fine. I'm very pleased. We were so anxious to find a good home for Jerry. And his mother would have been happy to know he's with family."

Steiner and Rogers said goodbye to Jerry and left. I went over and gave both my boys a big hug. "Welcome to the family, Son!"

"Is Bitch going to hug me also, Sir?"

"Oh, I see your brother is already teaching you about our family. He's going to help me teach you lots of wonderful things. That's right. You always call her Bitch and me Sir. And no, she doesn't hug you boys. But I will give you plenty of affection." I hugged him again and gave him a big kiss on his mouth.

"Jerry, do you like ice cream? Yeah, I thought so. Tommy, go tell the bitch to make three big bowls." It was great to watch the little one giggling and eating and slopping up his shirt.

"Well, Boys, what shall we do now. I know let's play Indian!" Jerry nodded happily. "First we have to take off all our clothes." Jerry watched as Fuckboy, Bitch and I stripped. He shrugged, giggled a little, and followed suit. The bitch gathered up all the clothes and disappeared to her hole in the basement. I took a good close look at the little boy: the hint of red in his hair, a couple of freckles, and his green eyes belied his McTavish roots. Since his head was lower than my navel, I guessed he stood no more than three and a half feet. He was skinny, must have weighed forty pounds max. With arms as thin as two healthy carrots; although a confirmed top, I found my mind entertaining the thought of having one of those arms fist my asshole. His sweet chest was punctuated by two tiny tits, you almost needed a magnifying glass to see. His belly button was an outie and his sweet tiny dick was cut. He was fascinated by Fuckboy's foreskin. Ah, but when he turned around, when he turned around, I never before in all my life saw an ass that just screamed "Fuck Me!"

We sat Indian style bareassed in a circle on the living room floor and Fuckboy and I started wanking. Jerry happily joined right in. "This is fun, isn't it?" He agreed with an enthusiastic chortle. "You know what Indians did for even more fun? A circle wank! I'll play with your brother's weewee. He'll play with yours, and you can play with mine." Imagine the happy surprise my cock had when ten five-year old fingers attacked it. It sprung immediately to attention as Jerry's eyes burst open.

"I like it here, Sir."

"We love having you here, uh, Jerry, uh. You know we have to come up with a good Indian name for you. A secret name we only use at home. Tommy's Indian name is Fuckboy!" We all laughed. "So, let's see what can we call you? Hmmm. I know! How about Little Cunt? Yeah, Fuckboy meet your new brother, Little Cunt!"

Fuckboy raised his hand and said, "How, Little Cunt!" in a deep voice, and again we all laughed.

"We need to make this official. We need to have a special Indian ceremony, Little Cunt, to welcome you into the tribe."

"Is it like the circle wank, Sir?"

"Almost, Little Cunt. It's called the Circle Suck." I laid down on the floor and took Fuckboy's dick in my mouth. He laid down and started sucking his new brother. So of course Little Cunt knew what to do. He took the helmet of my big cock in his tiny mouth and did what his brother was doing to him. I kept interrupting my own sucking to encourage him. "That's the way, Little Cunt. Suck my big cock. Suck it good. Suck it hard."

Suddenly, I pulled out of his mouth and sprayed his five-year old face with cum. He was startled. "There, Little Cunt, you are officially part of the tribe!" He smiled proudly.

We went to bed, but before we fell asleep, Fuckboy demonstrated how he let me fuck his ass. Little Cunt stared in wonder. I fell asleep with my left arm around Fuckboy's shoulder, my mouth on his lips, Little Cunt's mouth quietly sucking away at my contented cock, his face caked in dry jizz, and my right pinky playing with his sweet sweet hole. Shit, I must be doing something right for the Good Lord sure has blessed me.

The next morning, Little Cunt watched again as I fucked his brother, this time in a new position. Then he kindly licked my cock clean. I told him to go see what was for breakfast because I wanted to talk to Fuckboy a little. He wondered if he had to get dressed and was happy to learn he didn't. He went skipping off to the kitchen, wanking his little dick. We heard him call out, "Good morning, Bitch, my name is Little Cunt."

"Fuckboy, I want you to know you are always going to be number one. Little Cunt is going to get a lot of attention for a while, but you can't be jealous. Remember I love you."

"I love you also, Sir. And I love your big cock, Sir. I promise not to be jealous, Sir. I like Little Cunt." He kissed me and we went down to join his brother in the kitchen.

The bitch seemed to bend over backwards to put out a nice breakfast for my expanded family. She kept asking Little Cunt if he had enough. She told Fuckboy what a good older brother he was. And me, well, at least she didn't glare at me or give me any lip, which was something to be thankful for. After breakfast, the boys ran off to play, and I lit up a cig. "OK, Bitch, what's up?"

"What do you mean, Sir?"

"You fuckin know what I mean, Bitch. You've been too sweet all fuckin morning. What is it you want?"

"Nothing, Sir. But I'm just a little concerned about our finances now that there's another mouth to feed." She never cared about our bottom line before. I let her continue. "I really like having little Jerry here, and I want to do all I can to help." She was getting at something, that's for sure. "So, I thought if it's all the same to you, Sir, maybe I should start taking clients this afternoon." So that's it! The bloody whore hadn't gotten laid in nearly a week while we prepared for the new arrival, and her horny pussy couldn't take the neglect any longer!

"Listen, you filthy cunt! I'll decide when you'll go back to whoring. And I'll do all the worrying about the money. That's none of your damn business. You aren't a partner. You're just a slave. I feel like selling you to a downtown pimp to work the streets for your fuckin tricks. Boy, are you lucky Fuckboy wasn't here, Smartass. If he heard what you just said, he'd whip your big fat bottom 'til you couldn't sit down for a week. Now, get your ass down to your hole and get busy on the laundry."

As soon as she left, I made a few phone calls and pretty soon her dance card was filled again.

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