****** A Brother's Letter by Drummer ******
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A Brother's Letter


Dear Teddy,

Now that I'm away at college, Dad told me to clarify and explain some of your
new duties to you. You see, Dad got the kind of service he demanded from me,
and now that I'm gone, he expects the same service from you, his second son.

You may as well make up your mind right now to abandon every shred of self-
respect you've got, because you will be undergoing, every day from now on, some
of the most humiliating ordeals you ever dared to imagine.

I will try to give you some tips to prepare you for the suffering that's ahead
of you; but whatever horrors I tell you here fall short of the reality--so bear
that in mind!

I guess I'll start by describing what we might call your "morning toilet duty."
This is one of the hardest to get used to, but you have no choice, so you might
as well do it right the first time. I guess that, like me, when I was your age,
you've never tasted shit--so you'd best get some practice by eating your own
shit until you can get it down without vomiting.

I can't overstress this. Few things put Dad in a meaner mood than a son who
throws up--there was a time a few years back when I DID throw up (I forget what
it was that Dad made me do--I think it was just from the smell of one of his
sneakers).

Anyway, you don't want to know what happened to me that time.

A certain amount of nausea and gagging is unavoidable, however; in fact, I
think Dad even expects it, because if you ever get used to something, he seems
to always figure out a way to make it grosser and more disgusting for you!

Once you've had enough practice eating your own shit so that you can manage it
without any difficulties, you should try to get someone else's shit--the smell
of someone else's is less familiar, and it's harder to deal with this. Some of
Dad's pals who aren't little fagmouths like you and me will occasionally help
in this regard by leaving the toilet unflushed when they know you're around.
Don't miss these opportunities to prepare yourself. I used to wait around on
poker nights for hours. It was embarrassing, sure, because they all knew what I
was waiting for, and either howled with laughter over my misfortune, or else
looked at me with disgust--but in spite of that, I guess they know that Dad
could make any one of them do what you and I have to do, so they leave
something for you to experiment with. I was also lucky in that my friends Lenny
and Bob were often a bit careless at their house, and that gave me further
opportunities.

I have found that it is usually best to prepare for morning toilet duty by
neither fasting nor eating too much--a very light breakfast seems to be best,
with bland food--some toast, maybe, some milk--just bear in mind that if you
eat too little, you may retch because you're faint, but whatever you eat, you
WILL be fighting to keep it down a bit later! Don't think you'll be in full
control, because I've tried and failed.

Dad usually needs to take a dump at about 7:20, so you should show up in the
bathroom at about 7:10, just in case he's early. Remove all of your clothes,
and kneel in front of the toilet (make sure that the toilet is flushed and
clean--even though Dad doesn't use it--after all, you don't want to give him
any bright ideas, do you?).

Step One. Dad will walk over to where you are kneeling. Greet him by bending
down, and kissing his feet (he will probably be in one of his smelly pairs of
socks) and then straighten up to fly level again. Unbutton the fly of his boxer
shorts, and let them down.

Now, if he is wearing sweatpants or pj's, you should undo the tied laces with
your teeth. This takes a bit of practice. If he is wearing button-fly bottoms,
you must be a bit more ceremonious about his fly. Starting at the top button,
you should plant a worshipful kiss on the button, gently undo it with your
mouth, and, when the button is undone, kiss it again reverently.

Now, underneath his pajamas he may be wearing nothing, or else he may have
briefs or a jockstrap on.

If you see briefs or a jockstrap, you should locate, as best you can, the tip
of his penis inside it, and place your lips on it in another respectful kiss,
and breathe through your nose, inhaling the odor so he can hear. Wait for Dad
to say "okay," which indicates you may continue. At this point, you gently pull
down the undergarment with your mouth and teeth. If he is naked under his
pants, this step is omitted.

Next comes Dad's morning piss. Unless he specifically instructs you otherwise,
the usual routine is to take his soft or semi-soft penis into your mouth very
gently (try your darnedest not to stimulate a hard-on), hold your mouth as
still as you can, and wait.

Dad will probably pace himself at first, but you should still gulp down his
piss as fast as you can. Don't let any drip out of your mouth--which he finds
very insulting. Swallow quickly, and expect some of it to get into your nose--
it can't always be helped. You will soon get used to the salty, bitter flavor,
and the smell is not too hard to take.

If you do spill any, on the floor, or, heaven forbid, on him, don't wait to be
told. The moment he is finished pissing, get down there and lap it all up
immediately. If you get it on the floor, Dad's usual punishment is simply to
step in it, to make it even dirtier, and you have to lap up the black liquid,
and then lick the last few drops off the sole of his feet.

After he is through pissing, swallow a few times to clear your mouth, and then
turn around and sip a mouthful of water out of the toilet (which, we assume,
contains clear water at this point--you see why I warned you to flush it!).
Rinse your mouth and spit a few times--this is not so much to relieve you of
the taste as to prepare you for the next step. I should also mention that Dad
does not handle or shake his penis when he is pumping his piss into you, so you
should, before disengaging your mouth, carefully squeeze the large vein on the
underside of his penis with the pointed tip of your tongue, just to make sure
you have wrung out the last few drops.

So far, this is all pretty easy to do--because Dad frequently does a workout
before your morning toilet duty, however, you will find that his piss tends to
be quite concentrated and dark. Hardly ever will you find his piss to be dilute
and watery.

Another thing you should expect is that Dad's body, in general, is especially
flavorful at this time, because he doesn't wash in the morning until you've
done your toilet duty.

Which brings us to the next important bit--one which is especially important if
it is the day after a night out, or if he's just back from a hiking trip or
something. With your cleansed mouth, push back his foreskin and carefully and
thoroughly wash the head of his penis in your mouth, collecting your saliva so
that there is enough to really swish it about. Use your tongue to dislodge any
deposit of smegma that you find there, and of course, this smelly disagreeable
stuff is to be swallowed too. However, this time do NOT just gulp it down. When
you have cleaned off the glans, let it slip out of your mouth, and HOLD the
liquid on your tongue, looking up at Dad. Wait for him to say "okay, swallow!"
at which point your mouth filled with cock-cheese diluted in spit goes down
your throat.

Now comes the tough part. Dad will turn around so that your face is opposite
his ass. Kiss both cheeks of his ass to indicate that you are ready to serve
him, and then lie down flat. (Sometimes Dad will have you place the back of
your neck up against the rim of the toilet seat, but let's discuss basics
first.)

Then he will squat over your face, with his balls and prick hanging over your
chin and chest. You should bring a sneaker with you to place on your chest to
catch any stray drops of urine (or, if you do a good job, semen) that leak out
of his penis during your work.

The first step now is to clean the entire crack of his ass, from his balls to
the small of his back. Work on one side of the valley first, flattening your
tongue and rubbing it up and down the crack to remove the sweat or brownish
slime that collects in it. Work quickly, and remember to BREATHE THROUGH YOUR
NOSE!

Dad gets very annoyed at shortcuts, and takes a dim view of boys who don't
inhale the stink they should honor. (If you ever feel a warning pressure of a
heel on your balls, chances are you have instinctively started breathing
through your mouth to escape the smell of Dad's ass.)

You may find that bits of unmentionable stuff are clinging to the hairs in the
crack--try first softening them with saliva and sucking to dislodge it and
separate the hairs, but if all else fails, trim the ass-crack hair with your
teeth. Do not pick ass-hairs off your tongue--swallow them. Don't forget about
your balls, which are right where he can get at them--and behave!

When the crack of his ass is completely clean, you are ready for the next step
which is to lubricate the anus and rectum so that the shit will slide out more
easily. This takes some work, but soon your tongue muscles will get stronger,
allowing you to accomplish this step with greater ease.

Begin by planting your mouth directly over his anus, sealing your lips around
the perimeter. Point your tongue and wet it thoroughly with your spit and then
push hard against the tight anus with it. Retract your tongue to wet it again
frequently--about once every five to ten seconds. Expect it to bring back a
certain amount of flavor--rather like the taste of his ass-crack, but a bit
stronger.

Each thrust of your tongue should take you a little deeper into his asshole,
and, as you warm up his ass, he should be able to relax his ass a bit more, so
that you can get further up into it. Keep breathing through your nose, and keep
retracting your tongue to get as much spit up his ass as you can. The harder
you work now, the easier the rest will be (on Dad).

I'm trying to describe this calmly and clinically, but you will find that all
sorts of emotions overcome you as you actually perform this the first time. For
one thing, your perverted little prick will be rock-hard. You will also feel a
certain amount of shame: after all, Dad is looking right at that evidence of
your queerness. Another thing you'll feel is resentment, which you must fight
down--after all, there is no escape. You will realize that you can never kiss
again without thinking of the use to which your mouth was put--and that whoever
you will ever kiss will be placing their mouth on an orifice that served this
purpose. Finally, you will feel a humility unlike anything you've ever felt
before, because, after all, you are about to perform the most degrading act
that a boy can perform for a man. And, of course, you will be feeling a growing
degree of nausea.

There is one moment I cannot help you prepare for--it is the toughest to
overcome--and that is the moment when you get up deep enough inside Dad's ass
that you make contact with his shit. It is almost an instinctive reflex to
retract your tongue and try to throw him off. Fortunately, Dad is stronger than
you, and there is no danger of your actually getting his ass away from your
mouth--but I advise you to lie on your hands anyway.

It is at this moment that you must keep your wits about you. Breathe through
your nose--not only because you must, but because that will help to keep you
from retching.

Remember also that from about this moment, you have an important job to do,
which is to keep any shit-odor from getting to Dad's nose. How to eat a fart is
beyond the scope of what I want to write up in this letter, but you must eat
them.

The important point to make here is that no matter how overcome you get at this
crucial moment, DO NOT LET YOUR LIPS BREAK THEIR SEAL AROUND DAD'S ANUS! Just
make up your mind that your mouth is an annex to his rectum, and keep it in
place!

Now, in general, Dad will know when you've lubed him up well enough, and will
start letting his shit move down the chute. You should gather your strength and
start to suck--easy to say, but wait till you feel how hard it is to muster
your strength and force yourself to do what every nerve in your body is
rebelling against!

You must suck, I say, to assist Dad in dropping his turd. Once it starts
emerging, it should just shoot out, at least most of it will, without any
suction, but until it gets to the point of "no return" as it were, SUCK HARD!

When it does get to the point of no return, press your mouth up against his
asshole as hard as you can, so that the turd, which is usually about a foot
long and three inches or so in diameter, will remold itself to fit inside your
mouth. You will have to struggle a bit to keep your jaw as open as you can--and
you will learn how to swallow a bit of it without closing your mouth to make
this part a little easier.

But remember--no stink should escape your mouth and get to Dad's nostrils--
that's the most important thing--so don't close your lips until you are certain
that all shit is either inside your mouth, or trapped behind his closed
sphincter muscle--there IS usually a bit of "leftover" which I'll discuss in a
moment.

Now, the feeling of having your mouth stuffed to the brim with your father's
shit is too complex to describe, and I won't try. Suffice to say that your
gagging and need to retch will have you bucking, physically; you will probably
turn quite red in the face; you will probably feel tears running down your
cheeks; you may ejaculate; you will feel the stink inside you--your nose reacts
to smells in your mouth, after all, as well as smells around your face; and
there's no helping a violent reaction, so just concentrate on the one important
thing which is to keep your lips sealed tightly over your mouthful, and pressed
just as tightly against his ass.

When you gain enough control, start (slowly!) chewing. You will probably have
to swallow some more without chewing before you can safely chew without letting
some odor loose--but chew you must. I was a wiseguy a few years ago: I taught
myself to swallow turds directly down my throat, without chewing at all. The
first time I performed morning toilet duty, Dad shot out his turd, and it
continued going straight down my throat, without collecting in my mouth first.
And, it's true, I tasted almost nothing. Well, Dad was furious, and to teach me
a lesson, he suspended me from toilet duty for a whole month. Before you get
any bright ideas, you should know that at the end of the month, I discovered
that he had collected ALL the shit from EVERY ONE of his pals, including his
own shit, for that entire month, in a huge beer barrel in the garage.

It just sat there, all month, getting more and more disgusting. What happened
next--well, just don't get any cute ideas...you don't want to know what
happened next.

The moral of the story, though, is CHEW. Taste it. It takes real strength to
force yourself to do it, but do it. Chew it, and liquify it in your mouth, and
bit by bit, swallow it down. Again, I can't prepare you entirely for the
textures, the flavors, the odors--no two of the Dad's dumps are entirely alike.
It all depends on what he's been eating lately.

In general though, what you get is pretty solid and needs to be chewed.

Now you're in the home stretch, if you haven't passed out in disgust (don't!
you'll be sorry! You will find that there's no pity for a faint heart anymore
than there was appreciation for wise-ass tricks!). The next step, once the
major business has been concluded, is to get your weary tongue back up into
that ass, and dig out whatever got left behind. Again, remember to keep your
face pressed tightly against that ass, so no smell escapes. Get your tongue up
inside the anus (you will find that easier now, as the anus should be a bit
distended after the shit passed through), and use it as a kind of scoop. Bring
each morsel back into your mouth, chew it, and swallow. Continue to do this
until your tongue starts to come back clean, and all traces of shit, from as
far up as you can go, have been transferred from Dad's rectum to your stomach.

(At some point, Dad will probably introduce you to deeper cleansing of his
bowels, but let's take one step at a time--he only does that occasionally
anyway, whereas ordinary toilet duty is something you have to do every day.)

Now, carefully clean up the outside of his ass with your tongue, salivate a
mouthful of spit or two and swallow to rinse your mouth, and then lick your
lips clean carefully to make sure that every trace of shit is gone. (You'll
find that the flavor is still with you, but HE can't smell it--which is curious
and funny at first.) By kissing the back of his scrotum sack gently, you
indicate that you have completed your task.

Dad will now get up, and you should kneel again while he turns to face you.
Check the sneaker you had on your chest:

if a few extra drops of piss came out while Dad pushed his shit into your
mouth, lap 'em up. If he came because you were doing a halfway decent job on
him, so much the better--lap up the sperm too--usually that's pretty slimy and
gross, but you'll find it almost welcome at this moment! Of course, if YOU
came, you should not wait to be told to lap it up off the floor (Dad sometimes
requires that me to wear a scumbag--if you are made to do this, now is the time
to empty it into your mouth).

If Dad has a hard-on at this point, he will give you his instructions (if he
wants a suck-off, don't forget to slurp up some more fresh water from the
toilet to rinse yourself first--but DON'T rinse with water unless it is a
question of soiling our Father's body).

More usually, though, you now simply haul up his underwear or pajamas--you will
need to use your hands for this, but again, there is that special ritual with
buttonfly pants of kissing each button before and after it is inserted into the
buttonhole. Buckle his belt, or tie up his sweatpants, and there you are!
You've done it!

Except for one absolutely essential thing which you must NEVER forget. Get down
on his feet, or sneakers, kiss them, and say, with emotion, and if you can
manage it, a tear of gratitude: "Thank you, Father."

Then, lower your eyes and wait for him to leave the bathroom before putting on
your clothes.

Take care not to belch--not only in front of Dad (because you will burp up the
shitstink), but not after he leaves, either. Burping it up again will only
bring all the stink back up, and is one of those things that will push you over
the edge and have you puking your guts out. Try to avoid retching it all up
again. First of all, if Dad should discover that you've upchucked his shit,
it's got to all go back down your throat again anyway (this once happened to
me, and it's really horrible). In fact, every so often Dad will "test" you when
you're all done, and do a few things DESIGNED to tempt you to throw up, like
for instance, picking his nose and making you hold it in your mouth, or
sticking his finger in your mouth to provoke your gag reflex. Once he made me
smell one of his REALLY ripe sneakers just after I had done morning toilet duty
on a particularly big and evil-tasting turd--and I swear, I had it up in my
mouth and down my throat again about three times--but I didn't let it out!

But even if you are sure Dad won't know, don't puke it up. If you thought it
was unsavory going down, you can't imagine how awful it is coming back up.
Also, it's a good idea not to eat anything else for a while, at least until you
are out of danger. Of course, you should keep your mind off thoughts which
might stir up nausea again, including going over what you've just done in your
mind. Take it easy; you've done it, and tomorrow you'll get another chance--
there's no need to review it now.

Paradoxically, you may need to cum at this point; you can jerk yourself off--
I know that this daily ritual never failed to fetch me out, when it was all
over. You will also find that you have trouble looking at yourself in a mirror.
But after all, you deserve everything you just got, don't you? And another
thing--Dad can get very inventive, so don't think for a moment that this is as
bad as it gets--this is just routine stuff.

I'll try to prepare some study notes on some of the other things you're going
to have to do--but this struck me as an important one to get out of the way
right at the beginning, so that you can start practicing NOW.

There are times when Dad will excuse you from your morning toilet duty, or will
choose to shit on your chest instead of in your mouth. These are, in general,
not exactly occasions for rejoicing, but are rather, indications that worse
things are yet to come.

One thing you may be sure of, however: you're Dad's son, and you may be sure
that NO shit whatsoever will escape at least ONE trip into your mouth, down
your throat, through your stomach and gut, and out your asshole--though HOW and
WHEN it gets into your mouth is an open question. One thing I will say, though:
not once have I performed ordinary morning toilet duty and said "Thank you,
Dad" without real relief and gratitude that that was ALL I had to suffer
through to please Dad with respect to that particular dump of shit. You will
soon find the same to be true for yourself, I am certain.

Let me put it this way, kid: Hell has no surprises in store for either of us
once we have served as Dad's slaveboys! Let me know if you have any questions,
or if you need advice.

And let me know how it goes; it's too bad YOU don't have a kid brother to suck
you off after these morning rituals as I did; but you can always jerk yourself
off, and if you keep practicing the exercises I taught you, you'll even be able
to suck yourself off soon. Remember, if you don't do a good job on Dad, we're
both going to suffer for it: you for being a jerk, and me for not training you
right.

Let me know how it goes.

Your big brother,
Jim


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