Cinderella

by glitter moon unicorn shaft

    Cinderella was a simple boy. His father told him what he lacked in simple intelligence he more than made up for with long legs, pretty green eyes and lack of a gag reflex.  School bored Cinderella, but he enjoyed spending time in the bathroom stalls
with other boys, and on Tuesdays and Fridays, with his Head Master in his office.

    Every night Cinderella's father would tuck him into his canopy bed and kiss him on the forehead.

    One night, his father seemed troubled.

    Cinderella loved his father very much and was concerned.

    "What's wrong daddy?"

    His father looked grim. "Cinderella," he began, "Your mother has been dead for many years, and everyday I look at you and I am reminded of her beauty..."

    Cinderella smiled with tears in his eyes.

    "...And also what a bloody retard she was." He finished.

    Cinderella bit his pouty lower lip.

    "Those lips that allow you to never have to take a single exam, or pay for food, were your mother's very own." He grew dreamy and sentimental. "The boys down at the petrol station still talk of her blow jobs to this day!"

    Cinderella beamed with pride.

    "About blow jobs." His father grew serious again. "I miss the company of a wife, and therefore, I am going to marry again. You will have two new brothers and a stepmum."

    Cinderella's green eyes widened.

    "They are evil hateful bitches." His father sighed. "But, I travel for a living so I don't give a fuck, as long as I get laid."

    He patted Cinderella's trembling hand.

    "So move all of your things in to the rubbish so your new brothers may share your room, and forget about Percy, he goes right to the glue factory, we simply cannot afford it."

    Cinderella began to weep in earnest, for his pet pony Percy was a source of great joy for him.

    His father bid him good night and left him to his grief.

    The only way he could find comfort was to fetch the thick candy pink dildo he kept hidden behind his teddy bears and suck on it until it lulled him to sleep.

    The next day at school Cinderella was so distracted he couldn't even swallow when bade to. He rushed home to find that his canopy bed and all he owned was tossed out by the kurb.

    Stricken he featured into the house and found two boys in his room. They had two grand four postered beds and were gleefully ripping Gucci tags off new clothing scattered everywhere.

    "What beautiful clothes!" Cinderella murmured in awe.

    The taller boy, with a cruel yet sensual mouth, smacked Cinderella hand.  "Yes, they are, so don't bloody touch them!"

    The other boy, with a tongue ring snickered. "Go make me a drink."

    "But how did you afford all of this!" Cinderella exclaimed. He and his father were of simple means.

    A voice behind him made him jolt in fear.

    "Your father had an excellent insurance policy." A stern and tall man in leather corset and faux lashes was sipping a beer out of a martini glass.

    Cinderella paled.

    "He eh, had an accident." He sighed, checking his manicure. "Someone severed his brake cables, poisoned his morning coffee and beheaded him."

    Cinderella cried out in horror. "Daddy! No!!"

    He shrugged.

    "Now let's see what that mouth can do. Boys, fetch me the duct tape, some clothes pins and razor."

    Cinderella did not know long he hung, thighs spread wide, in the leather pleasure swing that had been installed in his once pristine formal living room. His new brothers had spent all night long abusing his nipples with a low grade electric current and taken painful detail to shaving his crotch bare. They had found his precious pink candy dildo and worked him with it when they got bored or his whimpering grew too quiet.

    He was late for school and wondered when his step mum would come and release him from the chicken wire.

    She strode in on heels which were very inappropriate for the early hour. She undid the chain that secured the swing and Cinderella hit the floor in a heap.   "Don't just lay there pitifully." A foot came down on Cinderella's bare chest. "You have bathrooms to clean, gardens to weed, cars to wash, dinner to cook and my morning cock to swallow."

    Cinderella blinked.

    "Did you have a pleasant night?"

    Cinderella nodded through his tears.

    His stepmum smiled. "Good."

    Cinderella could not remember when his knees had ached as much as they did. It had been almost two weeks since his new life had begun. While he didn't miss school, the cleaning standards his Step mum demanded were cruel and endless to withhold.
"CINDERELLA!!"

    The boy flinched, knowing he was in trouble. He obediently went to his Step mum and found him furious in the bathroom.
"LOOK AT THIS FLOOR."

    Cinderella looked.

    "Does it look clean to you?!!"

    Not being the brightest thing, Cinderella smiled weakly and nodded his head.  Before he could realise his error, his Step mum had seated himself and tossed Cinderella over his knee.

    "Oh!" He felt his trousers and underpants yanked down to his knees and the sharp stinging hand of his Step mother descend on the tender skin of his end.  The harder he struck his arse, the hotter his skin burned, and he felt his cock grow hard against his Step mum's lap. Cinderella spread his legs a little with a wanton moan, when the merciless hand, hot from the striking,
slipped between his legs and stroked his balls.

    But instead of the hot release in Mum's lap, Cinderella instead felt something cold and hard slide into his virgin arse. He tried to turn and escape but Step mum held him down by the neck. A few leather straps buckled and an even colder metal cup closed over his cock.

    He was dropped onto the bathroom floor.

    Step mum dangled a key.

    Cinderella looked down in horror at the metal fastened over his cock and felt at the thick plug fitted into his arse. A chastity belt!

    "Back to work!" Step mum smiled.

    Cinderella worked and toiled until his jaw and knees ached like never before. Until one day he heard excited whisperings in the room his step brother's shared. When he was certain they had left to go to a rave, he crept in to examine what had been the topic of their excitement.

    It was a Keg Party!

    And not any kegger, but one thrown by none other than Alpha Eta Pie, and the president of Alpha Eta Pie was none other than Chad Chadman, the dreamiest and most wanted as fuck or friend in all of town! And simple highschoolers were invited!
Cinderella clutched the static copy flyer to his chest and sighed.

    If only, he thought, he could go as well.

    Step mum was passed out as usual by 2pm in the backyard hammock with his heels kicked off, the vodka overturned and killing the grass.  Cinderella was busy dusting the Falcon video collection and forlornly adjusting the metal cup that kept him from touching himself.

    He was even beginning to miss the bizarre yet intense attentions of his step brothers.

    He listened (while servicing them both) to them prepare and shop all week for the Keg Party with a lonely jealousness. The party was tonight.

    The door bell rang out.

    It was Mr. Johnson, Cinderella's music teacher.

    "Cinderella." He was a solemn man in stylish specs and a shaved chest. "You have missed practise for almost a month."
Cinderella felt terrible, he was after all the star of the Nutcracker Suite and it had slipped his mind completely.

    His beloved teacher saw his tears and embraced him. Cinderella told him his troubles and his only wish, to go to the Alpha Eta Pie party.

    "Then go." He told him. "Go with the wind!"

    "I can't." Cinderella wept. "I haven't anything to wear!" He looked down to his shredded slave clothing and chastity belt.

    His teacher smiled and tapped a credit card out of his wallet. "I owe you this much for never telling my wife."

    Cinderella was resplendent in over 5,000 pounds worth of Gucci gear.

    The Frat party was everything Cinderella had dreamed of. Vomit stained every stair, a beer was no further than a pout away.  Chad Chadman might have failed pre-calculus 3 times, and was entering his 7th year of under graduate school but he knew a piece of arse when he saw it. Their cocks met from across the room, and with a nod in the direction of a secluded bathroom, Cinderella did not hesitate to follow.

    Chad Chadman's cock was as uncut and huge as he ever dreamed. Cinderella swallowed it over and over again, the metal cup over his own cock strained against him.

    Chad Chadman pushed Cinderella down into the sink and ripped his brand new Gucci trousers down.

    He gasped.

    Cinderella bit at his lip.

    The belt!

    But Chad Chadman was not to be discouraged. He was busy gnawing the leather straps off when the unmistakable screech of police sirens halted them both.   "Oh no!" Unwilling to be caught half loaded on Xstasy and countless pints of beer, Cinderella ran, leaving his chastity belt behind.

    Chad Chadman clutched the metal cup to his face and inhaled.

    He would find this slutty willful creature.

    And he would fuck it.

    Or dishonour the good name of Alpha Eta Pie trying!

    Cinderella was draped over the couch listening to Suede when he heard the ruckus in the foyer.

    Oh Chad, he thought, it is as if I can hear your drunken voice even in my own home.

    But he could hear someone demanding a funnel of beer, and the latest football scores.

    Cinderella crept into the hall.

    "It doesn't fit you either!" Chad cried in disgust holding up a stainless steel cup attached to a dildo.

    Cinderella saw one of his step bothers tossed to the floor his trousers down and thong in disarray.

    "I will never find such a cheap and easy whore like him again!"

    Cinderella cried out in joy and sprang forth.

    "Yes you will Chad! For here I am!"

    At that moment a wolf from previous story leapt through the window and ate them all.

the end


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