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.
