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M+/m, D/s, exhib, beast, incest, fist, interr, highschool, blackml, nc, rough

Paul's Slavery
by dale10

maipenraikhap (at) msn (dot) com

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When Paul arrived home that night, he was a fucking mess. His family were waiting for him anxiously. As soon as he stepped in the door, and they saw the wild, confused look in his eyes, they surrounded him. Paul could feel the affection from his family, but it didn't relieve the terror filled anxiety that now controlled his life. He pushed them back, with a desperate look on his face.

"Just a minute, jut a minute. I've got to strip. Matt will be angry!" he screamed at them, and he began to frantically rip the clothing from his sore, tired young teenage body. He didn't stop until he stood once again bare assed naked in front of his Father, mother, brother and sister-in-law. "Erect. I've got to be erect!" he muttered as if remembering instructions. His hand went down to his dick and he started to frig it. Paul's family could immediately guess at the horrible ordeal he must have endured by the stink of piss coming from his body. His hair was sticky with sperm. His lips were swollen and chapped looking from sucking so much dick. He stood there in the entrance way to the living room, yanking on his teenage cock like a mad man.

"Paul, calm down, you're losing your mind. Take it easy. We can get through this!" His brother yelled.

"WE CAN GET THROUGH THIS? I'S ME WHO IT'S SUFFERING ALL THE SHIT TO PROTECT YOU!" Paul screamed back. It was impossible to argue with the logic of that. Then Paul hung his head, his fat fucker sticking out over his full young balls, his sore abused nipples sticking out red and ripe. "I'm...I'm sorry. I just don't think I can handle this any more. Sorry!"

"You need an ice hot shower. You'll feel better." His father said.

"There's an envelope there on the chair for you, Dad. Matt says it's instructions for tonight's Family Activity Hour." While Bud helped Paul to the bathroom to shower, Paul's father opened the large envelope and started to read.

"Oh my God! Oh Dear Lord help us!" he muttered. Tears began to run down his cheeks. His wife had never seen him this distraught, not even years earlier when his own father had died in an automobile accident. He turned to her. "It's bad, Mother, it's bad!" He had a habit of calling his wife Mother whenever it concerned one of the children or the family as a whole.

Paul was so exhausted form his ordeal at school, he could hardly walk. Still his hand kept working at his tired prick, keeping it erect, even as his muscular brother helped him to the upstairs bathroom.

"I swear to you Paul, if it's the last thing I ever do, I will get this fucker! I will find a way to bring him down! I know you are going through hell to protect us, but you understand, don't you. I just got married, I have a life ahead of me with Marie. I can't go to prison now! And think of Dad. It would kill both him and Mom if he had to serve time. And we're all innocent Paul, just like you. We just need to find a way to fight back. Some leverage. Be careful, your dick is leaking everyplace. Yu just need to keep it hard, you don't ned to to yank it off!"

"if it's even a little soft, he will punish me. He will do something terrible to me. You don't know the kind of things he makes me do!" Paul said, pulling on his dick and tits to make sure he had a full erection.

"You have got to take it easy, Paul. You'll have a nervous breakdown!"

Paul looked at his handsome big brother. "SHIT. HE MADE ME PUT SHIT IN MY MOUTH!"

Bud shook his head, tears filling them. "The motherfucking bastard!"

Paul leaned on the sink while Bud turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature. Paul looked at himself in the mirror. His face was crisscrossed with visible cum tracks. His hair had dried globs of cum in it and was also stiff with boy piss.

"Here, Bro, climb in. You'll feel better!" Paul, still in a daze, his erect prick sticking out from his groin like a flag staff, stepped into the shower. He blessed hot water slammed down on him, washing away the stink of his school ordeal. He opened his mouth and took gargled in the shower spray. He felt hands on his body, and turned to see Bud lathering him up. Bud ran his soapy hands over Paul's shoulders and back. He gently massaged his brother while he did this.

"Here, just a minute," bud stood back and peeled off his body hugging tee shirt and shucked off his jeans and underpants. Then, as naked as Paul, he stepped into the shower with his brother.

"Stand still and relax. let me massage you and wash this crap off your back."

Paul knew something was happening to him. He knew that his time as a sexual slave to Matt was twisting his young mind. Otherwise there was no explanation as to why his eyes went immediately down his his big brother"s long fat meaty flaccid dick and his heavy balls. Paul was hung large for a teenager, but Bud's fuckmeat was enormous. The guys at the plant teased him when he stripped and showered in the company locker room. They called him Horse Prick and teased him that his poor wife's cunt must be stretched like a fucking train tunnel by now. For all his size, Bud was a quiet, shy man. Now he soaped up his brother's back and leg his hands go down to wash the cum from the kid's tight round ass cheeks.

"What the fuck, did they beat you too? You are all black and blue." Paul frigged his hard dick a little as Bud gently touched the black and blue marks on his brother's ass.

"They kick and punch me a lot. Sometimes Matt has them use their belts. Mostly it's if I don't suck dick with enough enthusiasm. Or if don't use my cunt muscles...sorry my ass muscles when they are fucking me."

"I'm going to kill the son of a bitch. Here turn around." Paul turned and his thick teen prick rubbed across his brother's groin.

"Sorry about that!" Paul said. His brother rubbed soap on he boy's chest. "Be careful, my tits are all sore too." Paul felt something down at his stomach and looked down. He was shocked to see that Paul's gigantic dick was erect and flopping against his brother's flesh.

"Shit, I'm sorry Paul, it's just a reaction. It don't mean anything. It's all this talk of abuse and bullying. And your skin is soft like a chick. Sorry!"

Bud's wrist thick prick slapped against his younger brother as Bud washed Paul's hair, chest and neck. The odd thing was that Paul didn't even mind. It was actually somehow comforting.

Bud looked at his brother. "Remember when you were ten or so and asked me how to jerk off, and I showed you? Remember I even helped you out and did it for you?"

Paul managed a smile. "I helped you out too, lot's of times. Most kids do that, I guess."

'Yeah," Bud said, lathering up Paul's hair again, while his fat fuckmeat thumped against Paul's tummy and Paul's erect prick slid under his brother's heavy ball sack.

"I just wish I could help you out of this mess, just as easily. There has got to be a way."

"You are going to have to hurry, Bro, I just don't know how much longer I can hold out." Bud hugged his abused brother, and felt his own ten inch prick pressed between their bodies. "Marie thinks you are so brave."

Paul trembled in his brother's grip. Bud still did not know that Paul had been forced to fuck Marie.

"We'd better get down to dinner!" Bud said, pulling back, a long string of pre-fuck connecting his dick to his brother's chest. Both boys stepped out of the shower, rampant dicks standing out and up. Bud blushed. "Shit, who'd have ever thought we'd end up both of us with such huge dicks?"

Paul managed a smile. "We should have known. Dad is hung like a horse. Remember when we were kids, trying to get a peek at it?" The boys began to towel off.

"You want me to towel you dry, Bro?" Bud asked.

"Naw, I'd better do it myself. I've got to keep this hard on for Matt and if you rub my body any more, I am liable to blow! But thanks, Bud. Thank's for you love."

"And thank you for what you are doing for the family."

The family had dinner as usual, with a naked and hard pricked Paul serving the food. His mother still had a hard time dealing with it and looked away.

"Mother, Matt has instructed that you not turn away, but look at your son's penis and balls!"

She turned back to see Paul's dick inches from her face. She remembered when he was a little boy and how tiny and sweet looking his dick had been then.

Marie too had thoughts during dinner. She looked at Paul's swollen pulsing prick and wondered if it was a bit smaller, the same size or even a bit thicker than Bud's. She knew a good wife should not have these thoughts, but she admired Paul for all his suffering. And in bed the last few nights, it was Paul's naked body rubbing up against her, since Matt has ordered him to sleep between Bud and Marie. She and Bud hadn't even had a decent chance to fuck for days. And she knew how much Bud loved to have his asshole and balls licked. She missed the salty taste of his nuts and the tang of his moist asshole. That may sound lewd, but facts are facts and Marie and Bud had a very sensuous love life.

Finally dinner was finished and the family was gathered in the living room. Paul was naked as always and playing with his prick to keep it hard. He was very tired and wanted to go to bed. He had not even thought about schoolwork. Across from them, on a tripod, stood the ever present video camera.

"Well, I've read Matt's instructions for the evening..." Paul's father began, clearing his throat. "Mother will run the video camera for us."

'Oh Goodness, I don't know how to do that..." the pretty women blushed.

"There is nothing to it Mother. Marie, you will read the directions that Matt has written out. And Bud, you, Paul and I will perform!"

But turned to his dad with a frown. "Perform?"

"Well, I'm very sorry, but Paul will do most of the performing. You see Matt wants a video of him performing oral sex on us!"

You could have heard a pin drop in the living room. No one quite believed what they had just heard.

"Dad, are you saying Matt wants Mom to film Paul sucking our dicks?"

On the couch, Paul began to tremble. He could not control his shaking. It was like an icy wind had just entered the room.

"I'm afraid so son. Marie will read the directions. None of you have any idea how awful I feel about this. As head of the family, I should be able to protect you, and here I am, a victim, just like you. We are all innocent victims of the fucking system." He stared to cry.

'I can't have Marie watching me get a blow job from my own brother!" Bud said, pounding his fist so hard on an end table that one leg broke.

It was Paul's mother who was the voice of reason. "What choice do we have?" She said quietly, and somehow that settled it.

Paul's dad and Bud sat naked in small armchairs, their legs and large feet spread wide. Their flaccid pricks hung heavy over fat drooping balls. Paul had not seen his father's cock in years and was amazed not only at it's length but at the thickness. Paul knelt in front of them, his own hard dick leaking as instructed.

The paper with the instructions rattled in Marie's frazzled hands.

"Okay...okay. Paul you are to crawl to your Dad and lick his dick and balls. Lick only. It says make sure you lick the cockhead and lift each nut on your tongue.

"I'm so sorry , Son!" Paul's dad whispered, tears in his eyes as he looked down at his naked boy kneeling between his thick hairy thighs. It wasn't lickign dick that bothered Paul. Goodness knows he had licked enough dick in the past few days. He was used to that. It was the fact this this was his own father' cock. This was the cock that had fucked him into being!

"I don't know if I can do this, Dad!' Paul moaned, his lower lip quivering with fear.

"You can, Son. Just pretend that I am another one of the boys at school that you have to suck off!" That was totally the wrong thing to say, but what can you do? It just came out. Paul's mother let out a sob, and as instructed moved the zoom in to focus on her husband's thick veiny, hairy prick and balls. After all these years, she still thought it the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She used to sleep with her face down by his dick and balls all night, licking and sucking on it, like a baby on a pacifier, just like Marie often did to Bud now.

"Lick my cock and balls, Son. Let's get this Devil's work over with!"

Paul could smell his dad's fuckmeat as he leaned in. His tongue took a swipe at the helmet of his father's fucker. It tasted no differently than the cocks he had licked and sucked at school. Maybe the taste was a bit stronger, headier, but that was all. He started to lick dick. After going up and down the shaft, and feeling the fuckmeat stretch and thicken beneath his tongue, he moved down to the huge balls in their thick, hairy leathery wrinkled sack. Paul's dad slouched down in the chair a bit, giving his son better access to his nuts. Paul lifted each nut on his tongue and licked the salty sweat taste from the sack and ball hair. He felt his dad's erect prick slap his forehead. He heard his mother sob.

"Now crawl over and lick...lick Bud's dick and balls the same way!" Marie said with a tremor in her voice.

On all fours, teenage high school student Paul Marshall, crawled from his father rampant prick over to his own brother and started to bathe the stud's thick wrinkled dick and bloated nuts with his spit. Bud's fucker smelled soapy from the shower they had taken together. His nuts had a fresh, clean smell to them. Paul thought they were the best tasting of all the scrotums he had licked that day. He had to mentally slap himself. Jesus, he was actually comparing the taste of ball sacks! What was happening to him?

When both father and son's genitals were bathed with teenage spit, and both dicks were fucking huge with throbbing erection, Marie went on.

"Now crawl over and lick the armpits of your dad and then Bud.

Jesus Christ, Paul had to lick his own father's armpits! His dad held his arms up, giving Paul access to the sweaty, hairy pits. Paul licked dutifully. Then he repeated the job on Bud, who once again smelled and tasted soapy and clean. Paul's dick gave a little lurch and some pre-fuck bubbled out as he licked away at Bud's pits. Marie was amazed, as it looked like Paul was truly getting off on licking out her husband's hairy armpits.

"All right, next their feet! Lick their feel, paying attention to each toe. Clean under the toe nails with your tongue. We want a close up of each foot and how clean it looks when you are finished."

Paul did not enjoy this part. Somehow the feet of guys repulsed him. He felt sick to his stomach as he sucked on his father's toes. Bud had big well arched feet and it didn't bother Paul quite so much.

"All right, now...oh God...now...now Dad, Bud, you are to turn around and...and kneel on the chairs and Paul you are to...you are to lick and suck the asses of your father and Bud." Paul sat in the middle of the floor, crying like a baby. He could not bring himself to do this. For five minutes he sat there, legs spread, dick going down, tears dripping from his chin, shaking his cute young head, muttering that he could not do it.

"SON, YOU ARE DOING THIS TO SAVE YOUR FATHER AND BROTHER. YOU CAN DO IT!" It was his mother's voice, once again sure and strong. Women are often strongest during crisis.

"Mother, I..I don't think I can! It's so sick. It's so dirty." Paul sat there, legs spread, limp dick leaking, shaking his head.

'Tell me son, did you lick the asses of the boy's at school?"

Paul looked up at his mother and slowly nodded his head. He felt so ashamed.

"THEN YOU CAN LICK YOUR FATHER AND BROTHER'S ASSES!"

Paul's dad knelt there, spreading his beefy ass with his hands while his teenage son crawled over and started to lick up and down the asscrack. His dad's ass was quite hairy and the asshole itself was buried within a jungle of asshole hair. The older man's huge low hanging balls swung as Paul licked up and down the ass crack.

"It says here, don't miss the asshole. Make sure to stick your tongue way up the asshole!" Marie read.

Paul sighed and forced his tongue into the dense matt of ass hair and into the puckered hole itself. Paul's dad let out a gasp as he felt the tongue of his teenage son enter his rectum. "Oh fuck , son, that feels good!" Again he hadn't meant to say it. It just came out. But it did feel good. His wife didn't suck his asshole any more. She hadn't in several years, and the man sorely missed it. He remembered back to his own days in high school when the thing all the jocks were talking about was getting this or that bitch to lick and suck their asses. It was lek earning some kind of merit badge when a bitch sucked your ass. Now his own high school aged son was licking and sucking his ass! The tongue probed deeper and Paul gagged.

"Easy, Son!" his dad said, wiggling his ass and pressing back toward his son's face. He just could not help it. It felt so damned good. As Bud watched from the other chair, his dick started to twitch and strings of pre-fuck ran from the pisshole to the floor. Marie watched wide-eyed. When it came to sex, there was no doubt in her mind whatsoever that men were like animals!

"With your tongue up your father's asshole, suck on the...suck on the asslips."

I CANNOT TELL YOU HOW FUCKING SICK IT WAS TO SEE A TEENAGE BOY SUCKING ON HIS OWN FATHER'S ASSHOLE! WHEN THIS VIDEO WAS MADE PUBLIC IT SHOCKED ALL WHO SAW IT.

"Now crawl over and repeat the same thing with...Bud!" Marie could hardly get the words out. Paul pulled his face out of his father's spit slick ass. With a sigh of regret, the older man, let go of his ass cheeks. Paul, his face glistening with spit and ass juice, turned to crawl over to Bud. His older brother knelt with legs spread wide and weighty nuts hanging amazingly low in their lightly haired velvet smooth sack. In each of his large hands, he gripped one muscular ass cheek. His breathing was heavy. He tugged at the ass globes and they spread, revealing a lightly haired crack with a bright pink puckered asshole.

Paul stopped breathless for a moment at the sight of it. It was strangely beautiful. The asshole itself was so perfect, like a geometric shape out of one of Stanley Kubick's films. It seemed to pulse and wink at him. He crawled mesmerized by the asshole. He stuck out his teenage tongue and licked up and down the crack, almost in a hurry to lick the rose bud asshole itself. What was wrong with him? What was happening to him. He flicked his tongue up and down over the asshole wanting to give his brother ultimate pleasure. The soft heavy balls swung and gently bumped against Paul's neck. He made his tongue as pointy as possible and inserted it into the moist, dark, soft asshole! He started to fuck his tongue in and out of the hole. He wanted to taste Bud's rich ripe inner ass taste. Without being told he sucked at the puffy ass lips as his tongue buried itself in his brother's shithole. He somehow felt comfort there He felt safe. Safe and away from the terror of Matt Henshaw and his buddies. Bud started to moan and shoved his muscular ass back at his little brother's face. He moved his hips so the asshole ground against Paul's face. Spit dripped from the asshole down onto the low hanging nuts. Paul caught some of the spit on his tongue and pushed it back into the wet shithole. Paul's dick was spurting little sprays of pre-fuck onto Bud's feet and legs. Paul started to him his dick against his brother's foot and ankle like a fucking dog in heat.

"ENOUGH!' Marie screamed with a sob in her voice. Both young men looked around as if coming back to reality. "Now you have to suck their dicks!"

Both cocks were huge. Paul felt shamed to have his father's fuck hog in his mouth The older man held back and let Paul do most of the work. He only slid eight inches in, not wanting to choke the boy. He knew how much trouble Paul's mom had taking it all. Paul sucked as hard and quick as he could, feeling terrible that this was his own dad's meaty tasty prick in his mouth. Tasty? That's right. Once again, Paul was comparing the taste of the cock to the taste of the teenage dicks at school. The flavor here was stronger, fuller. His father grunted and screamed, 'I'm sorry..." as the cum blasted out of his penis into his own son's mouth. Paul was swallowing his own unborn brother or sister! The cum coated his tongue and throat. It filled his mouth. He was instructed to turn and show the camera his jizz filled mouth before he swallowed the last mouthful. Paul's father slumped in the chair, ashamed and guilt ridden, his dick now growing limp and trailing strings of cum down to the floor. Now, Paul had to suck off Bud. He has to suck the monstrous dick of his own brother! He crawled toward it with trepidation. Bud actually sat there stroking the huge red throbbing fucker. Paul could smell the cock from across the room. The warm comfortable soapy smell was gone, replaced by the stink of animal lust. The balls rolled and swung below the throbbing fucker as they hung over the end of the chair seat. Paul's brother had a dazed, dark, animal look in his eyes. It was a dangerous, almost nasty look. He licked his full lips as he watched his little brother crawl toward his leaking fuckmeat. Bud's nipples were hard and pointed on his meaty pecs. He spread his hairy legs wide apart and curled his toes as Paul reached the dick and he could feel his little bro's breath on his fucker. Pre-cum bubbled out and Paul without thinking stuck out his tongue and caught it.

"Good boy!" Bud whispered without thinking. Paul tated his brother's pre-fuck. Then he once again licked the plumb sized dickhead. The fat pisshole opened and closed. "Suck it, Paul!" Bud said quietly but with ultimate authority.

Paul sucked his brother's dick. He sucked it as he had never sucked a dick before. He didn't just suck it. He made love to it. He worshipped it. He worked hsi tongue under the cockhead while he sucked the huge knob between his teenage lips. He brought up his hand to cradle and roll the heavy nuts as he took more and more dick into his mouth.

"More, take more you cocksucker!" Bud shouted, thrusting his hips up to force more dick into his little brother's mouth. Paul choked and tried to pull back, but Bud had him by the ears He pulled the boy's face onto his dick, and the cock worked it's way down into Paul's throat. Paul's face was impaled on prick! He could not breath, but somehow it didn't matter. He sucked and worked his lips and tongue as more and more dick was forced down his throat. Paul's mother zoomed in to catch the huge thick lump in Paul's neck as dick was forced all the way down. Bud pulled on the boy's ears and buried the kid's face in his pubes as ten inches of wrist thick prick throbbed in Paul's throat. And then with a scream straight out of the jungle, Bud pulled back. Marie knew that scream. Bud pulled his dick out of Paul's face and the cock erupted, splattering the kid with wallpaper paste thick baby batter! It had hardly been a cocksuck at all. It was an animalistic face fucking that lasted only a few mintues. More and more cocksnot sprayed Paul's face. Cum ran from his chin in rivulets. He licked his lips and his tongue was coated with thick globs of spunk. A third blast of fuckslop got him in the eyes and shot up his nose.

And then the room was silent except for the heavy breathing of Bud and Paul.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone, " Bud said, looking at the fucking mess he had made. "I'm sorry, Marie, you know how I get. I didn't mean anything by it. Mom, Dad, I'm sorry...sometimes I just get so into sex. You can ask Marie. It's like I become an animal. Honest to God, Paul I am so sorry!"

"It's all right!" The cum splattered boy on the floor answered. And strangely enough, it was!




Bud must have told both Paul and Marie he was sorry a hundred times that night. As the three of them lay naked in the same bed. Bud and been unable to control his male animal lust and had fucked his brother in the face like a madman. The high school boy was in a state of shock. As he lay in bed, facing Bud as he always did so his dick would not touch Marie in his sleep, he tried to make sense of what was happening to him. He truly felt he could not continue with this constant abuse much longer. It was killing him. Christ. He has sucked his own father's huge fat cock. He was a father cocksucker! He had sucked out his own father's asshole! How much more degenerate could a human being get? The high school boy started to sob harder and harder. He felt Bud's hand on his shoulder.

"Hang in there little brother. We'll find a way to beat this asshole, I promise you." Bud gently rubbed Paul's shoulder. Then Paul felt a thumping on his belly. It was not his own dick, but his brother's huge fucking cock hard once again and gently beating a rhythm against Paul's lower abdomen. Paul tried to move back, but Bud's hand was firm on his shoulder. They were only inches from Marie, Bud's wife. Bud began to gently rub his dick up and down on Paul's smooth stomach. Paul didn't know what was happening. He didn't know how to react to such a bestial act. What would Marie think if she knew?

"Marie, are you still awake?" Bud asked.

"Yes, came the answer from his wife who was turned away from the two brothers on her side of the bed.

"Marie, you know how sorry I am I got carried away during the video shoot. I just lost it. The animal in me took over. I am so ashamed to behave that way in front of Mom and Dad and especially you. But I just got sexually so desperate that I lost control. You know how much I love you. You know it's only you I love."

All the while he said this, he rubbed his huge leaking dick head on Paul's stomach. The cock leak was coating Paul's pubic area and running down over his dick.

'You know Marie that you are the only one I ever want to fuck or to have suck my dick. You know you are the love of my life." Bud was a large muscular dude. Paul didn't know what to do and how to move. He lay there stiff and scared. Then Bud took Paul's hand and put it down to the fat thumping leaking fucker. He wrapped his brother's hand around his dick and started the boy gently masturbating it.

"I know you love me, Bud. And I love you. But this is so hard for all of us, especially Paul. And for you to treat him so roughly. Think what that monster Matt will think when he sees the video. I know you have a strong sexual need, but still, he is your own brother!" Her voice came out of the darkness of her side of the bed.

'You know I would never even think of doing anything with a guy. It was pure stress and lust and the fact that we had no choice. somehow it carried me away."

Paul was masturbating his big brother's thick dripping dick while his wife lay inches away.

"If Paul wasn't made to sleep between us, IO would fuck you so hard right now baby. You would see how much I love you. I would fuck you until my balls were half way inside your cunt!" Paul was in shock. His own brother was getting off by being jerked off by him while he talked dirty to his wife. Bud's prick was literaly pouring out pre-fuck. It was all over Paul's hand and forming a little lake on the bedsheet between their bodies. Bud scooped up three fingers full of fuckslop and then brought his hand up to Paul's face. He started to force his dicksnot slick fingers into Paul's mouth. The young high school was freaking out. FUCKING FREAKING OUT. His own brother! The scum coated fingers entered his mouth, and Paul tasted Bud's cock slime. All of this was done gently, quietly, slowly so that Marie had no idea.

"You know how much I love to have you sucking on my dick and balls, Marie. It's just the best thing in the world." Bud said, urging Paul's hand to keep frigging the fat leaking hunk of fuckmeat. He scooped up more dick sauce and forced Paul to suck it off his fingers. Paul's face was now coated with his older brother's pre-fuck. It was obscene! Paul thought he would lose his mind. Had the whole world gone nuts. Now his own brother was sexually abusing him right in front of Marie.

"You know, Marie, Paul's mouth doesn't feel nearly as good around my dick as yours. He doesn't really know how to suck dick like you do!" Bud shoved four fingers deep into Paul's mouth. Cock slime slid down Paul's throat.

"Bud, don't talk that way in front of Paul. He has enough problems. You know I want to make love to you too. I only wish all of this horror was over and Matt Henshaw was put away someplace where he couldn't hurt anyone ever again."

Paul felt his brother's fucker swell up even larger and then he felt it grow tight and rigid in his hand. The big nuts drew up and then the prick spewed out rivers of cum. Cum soaked Paul's pubic mound and his own teen dick and balls. Cum formed a tiny lake in the bedsheet between them. Cum shot up over Paul's chest and some of it even reached his chin. Paul had never known anyone to cum as much as his brother. It was like a hose blasting water! And the cum was thick and gooey like paste. Bud covered his orgasm with a fake cough. He pretended to have a coughing fit.

"Are you all right honey?"

"Yeah, I just swallowed wrong or something. I'm just so upset with all of this!"

"Should I get you a glass of water?" Marie sat up in the darkness and turned toward her naked brother-in-law and her husband.

"No, I'm fine. Just go to sleep darling."

After a moment, Marie lay back down.

Paul was terrified to move. His chin, neck, chest, and belly were covered with a layer of fresh sperm. He could smell it. His own dick was rock hard. He still held Bud's fuck sausage in his hand. It was still huge even though it was growing flaccid. More prick sauce poured out of the pisshole.

Buds large hand went down to the fuck slop mess. He scooped up a handful of cum and then brought it to Paul's face. Paul could feel his sperm coated fingers in the dark, prying open his mouth. Paul tried to resist, but Bud was strong and insistent. The thick workman's fingers, coated with slimy spooge entered his mouth. Paul was sucking the sperm off his brother's hand! The cum was thick in his mouth and clotted up in his gums and on his palate. It slid like lava down his throat. Paul was panic stricken. This was not the brother he knew. The hand went down to gather more of the fuck waste. It came up and this time, Bud spread the cum all over Paul's face. His other hand went to Paul's fat nipple and began to twist and pinch it. Two thick fingers forced cum up into Paul's nose.

Then Bud leaned in close to whisper into his little brother's ear. "I can see what Matt Henshaw likes about doing this shit to you!"

The next day, Paul's abuse began early. His Mom watched him shit and piss and helped him wipe himself as instructed by Matt. It was humiliating but he was actually getting used to the degraded feeling. Matt arrived to drive Paul to school and insisted that Paul wear a plain brown tee shirt, but also a huge pair of brwn pants with a waist so large that Paul had to hold them to keep them from dropping around his ankles. Of course not underwear was allowed. Paul had to suck off Matt and two of his pals on the way to school. So he'd already had three dicks spew in his young mouth by the time they reached the campus.

Everything basically went all right until he was ordered to report to the boy's can during his free period. He was immediately so scared he could hardly walk.

He knew he was about to face more pain and humiliation. His legs felt week and his head felt clouded and thick. He somehow had to blink often and hard to keep things in focus. He noticed that his hands trembled all the time now. Five guys including Matt were waiting for him in the can. One of them was Steve Cashman,one of the worst bullies God ever put on this earth. Steve was nasty through and through. For fun, the handsome high school senior would make boys in fifth, sixth, and seventh grade eat his boogers! He would force them to lick his sweaty armpits. school rumor had it he'd forced more than a few lower school boys and girls to suck his dick. Although I have heard that that is a common teenage practice in many K through 12 schools. After all High school boys have sexual needs and they have to get off!

Paul was ordered to strip bare assed naked while Matt posted an "OUT OF ORDER" Sign on the toilet door. Then the five jocks also stripped. Paul couldn't understand why they at least couldn't wait until after school to be sucked off. He crawled from boy to boy, licking their sweaty balls and growing dicks. Sometimes for fun, two boys tried to push their dicks into his mouth at the same time. Paul gagged and spewed up something onto the tiled floor and was made to lick it up again. Paul swallowed the loads of everyone except Matt who delighted in watching. Then the boys gathered around and pissed on Paul. This was nothing new. Paul hoped that this would temporarily be the end of the abuse. But he was wrong.

"Paul, do you know what is on the agenda for your at home family hour tonight?"

Paul shook his head dumbly. His tongue started to roll back in his mouth in fear.

Steve Cashman leaned in and gently kicked Paul several times in the nuts. Paul drew his knees together.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Asswipe? Spread your legs apart so my buddy Steve can kick you in the nads if he wants to!"

Paul spread his legs with a whimper and Steve continued to kick the boy's scrotum. They were not hard violent kicks, but rather gentle but insistent taps with his toes right on the nuts themselves. The pain built and grew. It tore at Paul's lower region, and he felt nauseous.

"I asked you a question Paul. Do you know what is on the agenda for tonight?"

"No Sir!" Paul was so damned cute when he looked up at Matt that way with that subservient look in his eyes.

'Your Daddy and your big brother are going to fuck your ass!"

Paul lost it, he fell onto his stomach and hugged Matt's bare leg. He began to kiss his feet and suck on his toes. "Oh God, no, please Sir, not that. Please not that!" He wailed between kisses to Matt's bare foot.

"Imagine how good it will feel to have Daddy's big fat cock up your asshole. And Bud's humongous fuckmeat! That will rip you open!"

"NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!" Paul blubbered, licking Matt's leg.

"I really liked watching the video of you sucking them. That was fucking sick man, sucking your own dad and bro!" Steve chimed in and the other guys agreed.

"Oh yeah,I sent that video of you sucking to one hundred and thirty boys at this school. And most of them are anxious to see you get fucked by your dad and bro." Steve had moved around and spread Paul's legs and was once again kicking the boy's balls this time from the rear.

"Oh God, no, Please Matt. Anything. Anything but that!"

Matt looked down at the groveling boy and smiled. He spit down onto Paul's face. "I'm here to help you buddy. Both your daddy and your big bro have awesome dicks, thick as hell, and quite frankly I am worried as to whether your cute little butt will be able to take it. You do have the sweet tight little butt of a fourteen year old you know. So Steve here volunteered to help you out! The boys want to watch, but Steve is going to do all the work. He was kind enough to offer to stretch your asshole a bit so that tonight you can comfortably accommodate your dad and bro. So what say, Paul. Crawl on into that stall and keel up on the toilet seat for us!"

Paul was in such a state of shock he could hardly move, and the boys had to kick and slap him to get him going. At last he was in the filthy stall, kneeling up on the toilet seat facing Matt.

"No, you dumb shit, turn around. How can Steve stretch your ass that way. Steve has had extensive experiences stretching the cunts and assholes of girls. It's kind of a hobby for him."

"The younger the bitch the better..." Steve chortled, and the other boys laughed and agreed.

"That's right, Paul, show us that pretty teen faggot ass. Look at that ass boys. Isn't that gorgeous? Spread your legs so we can see your nuts. Just spread them as much as you can on the toilet seat top."

"Do you keep him hairless like that, or doesn't a faggot grow much hair down there?" One of the boys with limited faggot experience asked, rubbing his bare dick.

"Oh no, He keeps himself that way to please me. He does everything to please me. Every fucking thing. Now Paul, Steve is going to help you out, but shoving his hand up your asshole!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Paul yelled and tried to crawl away, but he was held still by the boys. He twisted and tried to scramble off the toilet seat perch, but Matt slapped him hard across the face.

"No funny business now! Put your feet on the floor and straddle the toilet seat to keep your cunt open. You can hold on to the toilet seat."

'You can't do this to me!" he moaned. tears dripping off his chin.

" Of course I can. I can do any fucking thing I want to you, and you know it. Today, I want your asshole stretched. Steve's never done it to a guy before."

"Shit, it's got to be the same as a cunt's ass! Steve looked so cute in his baseball cap. He had a tough street thug look about him. He always had a slight smile or smirk on his face. A kind of a young punk face. He slapped Paul's ass cheeks until they were quivering.

"Relax your fucking hole, boy, it will be easier that way."

"Ain't you gonna lube it?"

Steve smiled. "Naw. We'll use his own natural ass juices. It hurts him more this way."

The sound of a wounded animal came from Paul's lips as Steve began to work three then four fingers up into the boy's asshole.

"Please stop, you are fucking ripping me apart!" paul pleaded.

"Shut the fuck up, we haven't even gotten to the wide part of my hand yet!"

Unlike the loving fist fuck of most S/m masters for their slaves, Steve Cashman knew no gentleness. He liked making it as painful as possible. He twisted his fingers and rammed, like he was stuffing a turkey. Paul grunted and threw his head. Matt held him still. The other boys were masturbating. It was the hottest thing they had ever seen.

Paul's asshole was on fire. The hole felt like it was ripping, The inner ass felt bruised. The fingers dug deeper.

"After this, you should be able to take your dad and bro tonight with no problem at all. Is't that great news?" Matt cajoled.

Paul starte to scream as the knuckles entered his ass. One of the boys picked up his own pair of dirty underpants and they shoved it in Paul's mouth.

Think of how much abuse Paul has already taken. And now this new horror! How much can a normal teenage boy handle? His bowels felt on fire as Steve shoved his hand up into the asshole to the wrist. Then he made a fist. Paul started to pass out, and Matt had to slap him awake.

"Push that cunt out Paul. Push that fucking cunt out!" Matt slapped Paul hard on his lower back to get him to push his ass up. The fist up his guts began to move. Paul had never felt anything like it in his life. White hot pain ripped through his body. The fist in his rectum seemed to grow larger and larger as Steve moved his hand back and forth.

"Jeez, doesn't your hand get all shitty?' One of the dick jerking boys asked.

Steve laughed. "Sure, but Paul will lick it clean when I am finished!"

"What a sick motherfucker he is!"

Matt got a twinkle in his eye. "Out of the mouths of babes come golden truths!"

They left Paul naked lying on the bathroom floor, his asshole stretched beyond belief, shit running out of it. His mouth too was covered in shit from licking Steve's hand clean. All the boys had once again jerked off, this time on his naked body. Paul was uttering something unintelligible to himself, perhaps praying. Matt jerked off on Paul's face,and then followed that with a cascade of piss.

"See you in the locker room after school, buddy. We got thirty horny jocks for you to take care of. Oh, and make sure this toilet is spotless when you leave."






Paul stood outside the locker room and leaned against the wall. His ass was throbbing with pain from the fisting he had received earlier in the day. He thought he might need a doctor. The inside of his ass burned like it was on fire and the outside felt like something was torn or ripped apart. His head swam and sometimes he saw fleck of white that blotted out his vision. He felt like he needed to puke, but he had felt that way all day. When he was seated alone in the lunchroom because none of the kids would sit near him, some of Matt's friends had brought him a sandwich to onto which they had blown their noses. They also brought him a large plastic water cup filled with piss. They watched to make sure he ate the entire snot sandwich and drank the entire glass of boy urine.

Paul knew if he was late, Matt would punish him further, so he pushed himself off the wall and struggling to keep his balance, he entered the locker room.

A whoop went up as he was spoted. Thirty totally bare assed naked teenage boys, most with iron hard peckers were waiting for him. "FAGGOT, FAGGOT, FAGGOT," They shouted with testosterone filled lusty teenage male voices. They high fived each other and jumped and their big fat teenage dicks flopped about and their full young balls swung and slapped their thighs.

"Get those fucking clothes off, Asswipe!" Mat said, standing in the middle of the room, his gigantic erect prick red and bobbing. Paul let the huge trousers fall to the floor and stepped out of them. He peeled his teen shirt off and kicked off his shoes. He had been allowed no socks, so he was now as naked as the others.

"Aren't you happy to see us, Fuckface? You have twenty seconds to get that prick hard to show us how happy you are to see us!" Matt bellowed the the naked jocks cheered. Paul's hand flew down to his dick and he started to yank on it. His eyes couldn't focus clearly and his tongue hung slightly out of his mouth as he did it, giving him the appearance of the village idiot. But his prick was randy from not being able to cum, so it stood out like a fucking flagpole in spite of his fear.

"Get over here."

Paul dropped to his hands and knees and started to crawl toward the roomful of jocks. He remembered to keep his back arched so his fist-fucked ass rode high and to keep his legs spread so his large nuts swung.

"I got to say, he is getting pretty fucking good." Matt announced, and the naked jocks fisted their leaking dicks and whooped again. "Greet some of your fellow classmates on the way over here!" Matt ordered, and as Paul crawled he started to kiss the cocks and scrotums of the boys he passed. Slobbering over cocks and balls no longer disgusted him. He was getting used to it. The boys used this abuse to inflate their jock egos. "Taste good, Faggot?" one asked him. "You love my big fat cuntbuster, don't you, Shitbrain?" said another. "Oh yeah, lick it like a lollipop." said another.

Finally Paul got to the center of the room, looking up at Matt's arm thick fat hunk of teenage fuckmeat. Matt smiled down at him and scratched his nuts, causing both dick and balls to jiggle and shake.

"Some of the boys got a bit dick jumpy and just couldn't wait, and twenty or so other dudes couldn't make it today, so we have a special treat for you." with one bare foot, he pushed forward a large quart sized jar. It was filled with boy sperm. "The boys jerked off into this jar so you wouldn't miss any of their nice tasty jizz. So go ahead my friend, drink it all down!" There must have been the fuckslop of over forty teenage boys filling the jar. The slime was a thick off white with globs of thicker white spooge mixed in with the more watery yellowish scum. Paul had to hold down his puke just looking at it.

"Come on, Paul, we don't have all day. Drink it down so you can suck our cocks."

Paul saw that the outside of the jar was coated with semen as well. It was slippery and sticky at the same time. He carefully picked up the jar and brought it to his lips. His hands trembled. "You drop that, you are dead meat!" Matt warned. Paul tilted the jar and spead his cocksucker lips. He felt the fuck goo slop into his mouth and pour over his tongue. He was drinking cum! He was drinking the cold old cum of randy teenage jocks.

Some perverted men would pay alot for a quart jar filled with teenage jock cum. They would love to drink it and pour it on their salads and use it as a sauce over their steaks, and eat it as pudding. Some perverts would go nuts for a nice big jar filled with teenage cockslop, but not Paul. For the poor boy, it was another horror. Another indignity. Another humiliation heaped on the dozens of others. Cum dripped from his chin and ran down across his chest.

"Drink slowly. Don't waste any. Look guys, he's so thirsty for it, he wants to chug it!" To Paul it felt like he was swallowing oatmeal, but the taste was unmistakable. He was becoming a cockslop gourmet. And then it happened. He could drink no more, and yet almost a third of the jar remained. His stomach ached and felt full. It was so thick that it was clogging his tubes, choking him. He felt dizzy. His breathing grew heavy and then he went down on all fours and barfed his guts out. He puked up boy cum and lunch bread and snot and piss. It splattered onto the locker room floor. The jocks howled and stepped back. Poor Paul puked until his stomach ached. The cum shot out of his mouth onto the floor where it spread into a lake of disgusting waste. He curled his bare toes, and his shoulders bent. His tight young tummy fluttered and he dry heaved some more. For a moment he forgot about the searing pain in his asshole.

"Well, that wasn't very polite of you, now was it, Paul?" Matt asked, kicking the boy in the balls with one bare foot. As Matt kicked a long string of pre-fuck hung down from the wide pisshole of his massive cunt ram. He was such a perfect teenage boy. Such a perfect specimen of young manhood, it wasn't hard to understand why everyone worshipped him. And he had money and power on top of physical perfection.

"Guess what, Paul. Now you are going to have to lick up everything you puked out!"

"I can't, Sir. I just can't take any more!" Paul's words were hardly intelligible.

A wet towel snapped from somewhere and a bright pink mark appeared on Paul's hunky young ass.

"Lick up what you vomited, and do it now! You still have a third of the jar of cum to drink."

Paul bent his cute face down to the tiled floor on which hundreds of boys had walked with bare feet that day and stuck out his wide pink tongue and started to lick up the cumpuke he had vomited.

"Hurry up, man, I need my dick sucked and I have to get home for dinner!" One cute curly headed jock said, fingering his leaking prick.

"Yeah, Faggot, I got to study for a big test tomorrow. My balls need to be drained." Another African-American athlete said, hefting his large chocolate brown nuts. Let's face facts readers, the most important thing in the life of a boy of sixteen and seventeen is to empty his nuts. It takes priority over everything else. And it has to happen two to five times a day...every day. Paul had his work cut out for him.

Once again his family stood in mute shock as the sperm covered boy entered the house. This time he wore no pants but some other boy's dirty jock strap. His trousers had been used to mop up more puke and cum. Instead of a tee shirt, he wore a bra! To make matters worse, a used tampon was hanging out of his sore asshole. His mother and Marie started to cry. His father shook his head in disgust and helped the boy into the bathroom, but Bud stood there with a strange gleam in his hunky workman's eyes. To see his own kid brother forced to wear a bra and some kid's filthy pecker pouch. To see his cute teenage face and hair covered with cum. It did something to Bud. He grabbed Marie by the arm. "Come on, we got time for a quick fuck before dinner."

"Not now, Bud, I don't want to leave your Mom alone. She is distraught enough. I am afraid she will have a breakdown."

"And what about me and my fucking dick? Don't you care about that any more!" He looked like a big muscular baby. So cute. So dangerous!

Marie kissed him on the cheek and let her hand rub over the swollen straining bulge in Bud's pants. "You know how much I care. And you know how much I love your penis. Don't I tell you every day? I know how vein men are about their cock, and how they need to be complimented on them. You have the most beautiful cock in the whole world!" She smiled. "And I love it when you fuck me, even though it hurts like hell."

"it's supposed to, " he said, squeezing her tits. "I love you." He said, kissing her nose and then her eyes. There was some kind of struggle going on inside of Bud. Something that scared him. He had always basically been a really good guy.

As they finished dinner, the Marshall family was surprised by hearing the doorbell. Paul's mom went and returned looking white as a sheet with Matt Henshaw and four of his high school jock friends.

"Hi, Marshall's. I thought I'd join you for tonight's family fun hour. And I hope you don't mind, but I brought some of my buddies along." Two of the high school thugs, large well muscled brutes, sauntered right over to the dining room table and scoopped up some of the leftover food with their fingers and chowed down. Teenage boys are always hungry it seems.

"How you doing, Mrs. Marshall," Matt said with a big smile to Paul's mother. "My my, you are one pretty older woman. You look good enough to fuck!"

Paul's dad stood up, almost knocking over his chair. "I won't have you talk to my wife that way!" One of the jocks spun and slammed the beefy older man back into his chair.

"I will talk to your fucking bitch slut of a wife any fucking way I want to! I will stick her fucking head in the toilet and flush it if I want to. I have will have her suck off the neighborhood dog if I fucking want to. And you won't do a fucking thing about it!" Matt screamed. It was so seldom he truly lost his temper that is shocked everyone. He spun around to face Bud whose hands were knotted into fists. "And I will fucking make your new bride Marie suck out my shithole if I want to I will make her eat my shit and drink my piss, if I fucking want to. You you, big boy, won't do a fucking thing about it. Cause you don' want to end up being the ass bitch to a convict named Bubba!" Matt pulled a paper out of his jacked and threw it down. "See that. It's a warrant for the arrest of both Bud and his dad! All I got to do is deliver it. We got plenty of proof and plenty of witnesses. You won't see sunlight for twenty years! Now shall we all go into the living room for Family Fun Time?"

Matt sat on the couch, holding the drink he had forced Bud to mix for him. He made Marie sit next to him and boldly fondled her big tits. He had forced the entire family to get naked, so now he could pull and twist Marie's fat brown nipples. She was made to sit with her legs apart so the boys could get a good look at her cunt. The entire family was filled with shame. Paul's mother, naked and red with humiliation, was once again given camera duties. The boys had teased her by slapping her slightly sagging tits and fingering her hairy cunt. Paul's dad was crying pretty heavily as he stood helpless with his big dick dangling.

"I think I'll have Marie suck my dick while I watch tonight's activities." Matt announced. "Is that okay with you, Bud, if Marie sucks my dick?"

Bud hung his head. He was seeing red, but what could he do?

"I asked you a question. Is it okay if your new bride sucks my dick, Bud?"

"Yes, it's okay..." Bud mumbled,his knuckles white from the fists he made, but his meaty pecker hanging strangely full and thicker than ever.

" I hope she doesn't prefer the taste of my dick to yours, you being newlyweds and all. It would be a darned shame if she was cockhungry for the taste of my pecker when she had a brand new husband with such a nice big fat tasty fucker of his own for her to enjoy. But you know how cunts are. They taste the flavor of a big new dick, and wham, they are hooked. You better hope, Bud, my friend, that your little wifey never gets a taste of black dick. Cunts go crazy once they taste nigger dick. They will leave their husbands and children and whore themselves on the street just to get more black dick in their mouths. Got to be something in the flavor. Oh look, little Marie is crying. Honey, don't cry. Your sucking my big fat fucker is going to keep your husband out of prison so you can still enjoy his fuckmeat up your cunt and asshole! But on with the entertainment. Bud, Dad, get your dicks hard. Because tonight's fun time involves you fucking Paul in the ass!" Poor Paul couldn't believe it, even though he had known it all day. He couldn't believe that his own father and his dear big brother were about to shove their dicks up his asshole. Things just could not be this horrible. God wouldn't let things get this bad. He saw his father with a dead defeated look in his eyes reach down and start to finger his own large meaty cock. His balls jiggled as he pumped his fucker. Paul's mother was crying audibly again. One of the jocks was playing with her nipples. It was a sick scene out of some nightmare.

"Don't be shy, Marie, take my dick out of my pants." Matt told her. He loved to make the bitches do all the work. After all, they were getting the joy of sucking on the cock, why shouldn't they work for it.

"I'll fuck Paul, but please, I am begging you, don't make Marie suck your dick." Bud said. He was visibly trembling which made his hard prick wobble and leak.

"Come on, Bud, what is a friendly dick suck between buddies? It's not like I'm going to ruin her mouth or anything. You're hung as big as I am, you've stretched her throat dozens of times, I bet. She does deep throat, doesn't she?" Marie sobbed and Matt laughed and wound his fingers in her hair and brought her pretty face down to his fat leaking teen fuckmeat.

"God, please don't do this to us, Matt. Please!" But fell to his knees, tears running down his rugged face. It was odd to see such a macho, masculine stud on his knees crying.

"It won't do any good, Bud," Paul said suddenly, his own teenage voice thick and strangled with the day's abuse. "He'll make us do it anyway. It's no good to beg. Just fuck my ass and get it over with!"

Matt laughed. 'Now that's the attitude. Paul here has the right idea. Dad, what say you start? Fuck your son's ass while Paul sucks on Bud's big fat prick and Bud's wife sucks mine! And Mom, you keep a steady camera there, don't let Kyle's fingers playing with your dirty old cunt distract you!" Matt leaned Marie's face up to look into her eyes. "And Bitch, I want you to make lots of noise, so your husband can hear you slobbering over my dick!"

After the fist fuck earlier in the day, the pain in Paul's ass was excruciating when his own father shoved his fat cock up Paul's rectum. Paul literally feared he would pass out from the pain. Only licking Bud's big sweaty balls and sucking on his plum sized prick head kept him distracted. Bud looked down as if in a daze at his little brother slurping on his fuckmeat. It reminded him of the incident in bed last night, and for some reason the dick swelled even larger and the veins pushed out even more and pre-cum bubbled out of the fat pisshole. He looked over at his sweet wife Marie, her face stuffed with Matt's dick. He looked over Paul's kneeling body at his own father, shoving his fucker up Paul's asshole so hard they could hear his balls slapping flesh.

"That's the way, Dad. Fuck your son nice and hard. If you go too easy on him, it won't count and we'll need to do it all over again. Fuck your boy!"

Paul's father, tears streaming down his face, slammed his beer can thick dick into his son's asshole. He had no choice. I was fate. They were victims. He glanced over at his poor wife, filming the whole thing, while some son of a bitch high school jock fingered her cunt. Her nipples were rock hard and her breathing was heavy.

"Jesus, your wife sucks good, Bud. Now Dad, pull your dick out of Paul's ass and crawl around to his face and shove it in his mouth. I hope it's not too covered in shit. And Bud, you take a whack at your bro's ass, okay?"

The high school boy was fucked by his father and brother. He sucked his own ass slime off his father's slick pink fuckmeat while behind him, his own older brother spread his ass cheeks and rammed his long thick prick balls deep into his tortured asshole. He wanted to die. Life no longer held any meaning for him. All was chaos. And then things got even worse.

"Bud did you know that your sweet cocksucking wife here, sampled Paul's dick?" Bud froze in mid fuck, his eyes like black holes turned toward Matt and Marie busily slurping on his prick. "That's right. Oh, my, I'll bet they didn't tell you. That night she picked up Paul from my party, she was so fucking horny, that Paul just had to shove his big sloppy teenage fucker into her wet itchy snatch! You had barely gotten married a few weeks before, and here your own brother was banging the bitch! She's a cock hound, I got to say that for her!"

Marie was wailing, and Matt had to slam her face back onto his dick to keep her quiet.

"That's a lie. That is a fucking lie!" Bud said, poised with his cockhead in Paul's stretched asshole. Paul was gagging on his father's cock and trying to say something.

"Kyle, show Bud the photos!" Kyle threw them, not wanting to stop fingering Mom's pussy. The pictures of Paul fucking Marie on the desk of Matt's dad's office fluttered around Bud. His eyes grew wide and his nostrils flared as he saw the images.

"You God damned bastard..." He screamed at Paul.

"It wathen rike tha...he made uth do ih!" Paul protested, his mouth filled with Daddy-dick.

With a growl, Bud slammed his horse cock up his brother's rectum as hard as he could. Paul wailed and his father shoved more dick into his mouth.

Bud fucked with a vegeance. His face was a mask of hatred. He started to slap Paul's ass on the outstrokes. Then he pulled his dick out completely and then slammed it back in. "I will fucking rip you a new pussy! You fucking traitor! You God damned piece of shit!" Paul was screaming from the pain as he was ass fucked brutally by his own brother and mouth fucked by his father. Bud turned to Matt. "Shove your dick down that whore's throat!"

"That's the attitude I like to see, Bud." Matt laughed, "Would you mind if Marie sucked my friends off too? I'll bet Paul has been fucking her ever since that night. She did say something mid fuck about how his dick felt so much better in her cunt than yours! Personally, I think she prefers teenage dick. Of course your dad could fuck her and try her out. She might enjoy thick mature dick!" He looked down at Marie who was sobbing hysterically. "Keep sucking you piece of shit!"

All in all, It was not a good night for the Marshall family!




You might say The Marshall Family was dysfunctional. But certainly not from their own faults. No, their disfunction was imposed upon them by a sadistic teen thug from the most powerful dynasty in the state. And yet, because of their stress and pain, the Marshall family now took out their frustration on each other.

Bud Marshall, hauled back one large hand and slapped his younger brother so hard across the face, that the teen slid across the hardwood floor into the wall. Then Bud picked up one size twelve and a half naked foot and slammed it into the kid's nose and mouth. As Bud did this, his immense fucker swung and slapped his hairy thigh and his full low hanging balls danced in their fleshy sack. Bud Marshall was a very well built muscular blue collar worker, who generally took no shit from life. He was not the smartest cookie in the box, but usually fair and even tempered. Now his eyes flashed insanely and his face twisted itself into a mask of vengeance. Matt Henshaw, chuckling, had just left the Marshall family to their own devices. He has stirred the pot enough for one night.

Young Paul Marshall who had just been fucked up the ass by both his own father and by Bud, whimpered and trembled. His pale teen body couldn't take much more abuse, and his mind was reeling from what he had been forced to endure.

"YOU FUCKED MY WIFE. YOU PUT YOUR DICK IN MY WIFE!" Bud roared, kicking his brother once again in the face. Paul's nose bled.

"Bud, Matt made us. You know we didn't want to. Matt made us to save you from jail," Marie screamed throwing herself onto her new husband's back. He threw he off.

"Whore! Fucking Whore! My dick not good enough for you, Fucking Slut? You have to go after teenage cock too?"

"Bud, you stop this instant! You know that's not true." Paul's mother tried to pull her older son off her battered younger one. "You know what Paul's been through to save you and Dad." She was also naked, her body not so beautiful as it once had been, but she was still a fine woman. Bud spun to his mother.

"Ma, Paul's sick. I think it's his fault all of this started. He musta' done something to make Matt Henshaw so furious. I'm going to make him tell us what he did!"

"I didnt' do nothing, honest to God," Paul wailed in a high pitched voice, sounding very much like a terrified little boy, which was how he felt.

"I mean, why would Matt Henshaw pick on us in such a sick, twisted way? Paul musta' done soemthing. Something including fucking my new bride!" He grabbed Paul by the hair and started to drag him toward the downstairs bathroom.

"I war to God, Bud, Matt forced us to fuck!" Marie shouted, once again trying to peel her hunky husband off the teen boy.

Bud turned to her and spat in her face. "Listen, Cunt! Even if Matt Henshaw did make you do it, you coulda' told me. You didn't have to keep it your little secret! What, did his dick taste better than mine, and you were scared to tell me? Did his sweaty teenage balls have more flavor?"

"WE DIDN'T TELL YOU TO PROTECT YOU. WE DIDN'T WANT YOU TO GO CRAZY, LIKE YOU ARE NOW! WE DIDN'T WANT YOU TO BE HURT. FOR GOD'S SAKE BUD, LISTEN TO YOURSELF."

Meanwhile Paul's father was seated on a hassock, his limp dick still dripping after fuck between his hairy legs. He was in anguish for his sons and his family. He was also guilt ridden because he realized that he had enjoyed the act of fucking, even with his own son. He also had to admit t himself that he had loved the sight of Matt Henshaw's teenage dick in Paul's mother's mouth. He knew his feelings were sick and evil, but he couldn't hide from them. He had been turned on. What was wrong with all of them? Do such sick things lie beneath the surface of most of our so-called moral lives? Do most married men actually savor the fantasy thought of their wives on their knees sucking another man's dick? Even though like Bud, they would act outraged, did it secretly turn them on? How can our sexual impulses contradict everything we have learned and practiced our entire lives? Grown men who would never hurt a soul and go out of their way to help others, secretly masturbate while thinking about fucking and torturing little children. What causes this? Is thinking about such an act as bad as actually doing it? Is the crime already committed in our heads?

Bud dragged Paul into the bathroom by his hair, and slammed and locked the door. Paul cowered in the corner near the tub, more scared of his own brother than he had ever been of Matt Henshaw. The naked muscular factory worker glared down at him.

"You fucking piece of shit, Asswipe Pervert. Tell me the truth. What did you do to piss off Matt Henshaw? Did you fuck his mother?"

Paul wiped the blood away with the back of his hand. "He hasn't even got a mother."

"Then what the fuck was it?" Bud barked, reaching down and grabbing Paul by both nipples and hauling the crying boy to his knees. "And why the fuck did you come on to me, in bed last night?"

"I never came on to you. You made me do..." Bud hauled back and whacked the poor kid across the face, sending blood from his nose spraying onto white tiles and porcelain.

"If you ever say anything like that again, I will fucking beat you to death, you God damned CUNT! I was trying to sleep, and you seduced me, you fucking whore. Right in front of my wife you seduced me! You probably seduced her too. You are the evil in this family. You are the one who has caused all of this."

He took Paul's head in his huge calloused workman's hands and holding him steady, started to slap him across the face with his semi-hard dick! "That' what you want. That's what you're after, right, Faggot? You loved it when I fucked you, and you know it. I could feel you pushing our pussy back onto my dick! No straight guy would ever do that, no matter how much he was forced!"

Paul snarled at his older brother. "Yeah, well, you're gonna find out soon, when you are ass fucked in prison, cause I am finished suffering to protect you! I've had it. You don't even appreciate what I have been through..." WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, " The huge fucking cock thunked into his face. The plum sized dickhead left trails of pre-fuck across Paul's cheeks and lips.

"You fucking seduced me. You got me to enjoy what we were doing to you! I never touched a dude before in my whole life. You used your sick power to turn me on!" But threw Paul back onto the floor, where he hit the bathtub with the back of his head and was momentarily stunned.

"I'll fucking show you! I'll teach you to fuck around with your own brother and sister-in-law!" Paul grabbed The toilet brush. He forced Paul's legs apart and cruelly rammed the toilet brush up Paul's recently raped asshole! Paul screamed. Bud ignored the pounding on the bathroom door, as he roughly fucked the toilet brush in and out of Paul's fuckole. Paul's eyes rolled in is head and drool ran from his mouth. His body flopped around like he was being electrocuted.

"You sick piece of shit, I'll show you." Bud's dick was rock hard and swinging back and forth like the mast on a ship during a horrific sea storm. He reached into the cabinet and pulled out a small nail cutting scissors. Then he picked up one of Paul's bare feet and in one smooth, jammed the pointed tip of the scissors up under Paul's toe nail! Paul's scream filled the bathroom and slid under the door to echo through the house. His family stood in mute horror. Bud, pulled the scissors out and then forced it under the nail of the second toe. Paul's body flopped about so badly that Bud had all he could do to hold onto the ankle of the boy's foot. Bud's dick was rock hard and spraying cock pre-spooge everywhere. Bud coughed back some nose gunk and spit it full into Paul's face. He yanked the scissors out of the bleeding toe and knelt between the boy's trembling teenage legs. He roughly pushed the boy's thighs wide apart, and then he took hold of the kid's wilted penis.

"No, Bud, please, for the Love of God, no!" Paul blubbered, tears mingling with the nose snot on his face.

"Better hold still, Fuckface!" Bud hissed. Then he put the pointed end of the nail scissors into the pisshole of Paul's dick! Paul's breathing became very shallow and ragged as he almost held his breath for fear of moving. Slowly with a sadistic smile on his ruggedly handsome face, Bud pushed the small scissors up Paul's pisstube!

"Oh God, it hurt.s Bud. It hurts. Please don't!"

"From now on, you are going to do anything fucking thing I want you to...when I want you to. I swear to God, I will make Matt Henshaw seem like the best friend you got, compared to what I will do to you!"

"WHY BUD? WHY? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?" Paul could feel the sharp point of the scissors up inside his urethra.

"Because you have bewitched me and my wife. You have fucked us all up! It's all your fucking fault, Matt Henshaw is like this."

Bud tugged the scissors out of Paul's dick. The boy screamed and a little blood came out of his pisshole. Next Bud picked up Paul's scrotum. The boy cowered against the tub.

"I should cut out your fucking nuts!" Bud hissed, a lewd leer on his face. "Better hold still, Faggot Boy!"

Then with sadistic glee, he began to snip tin pieces of Paul's scrotum flesh. Paul's toes curled in agony. It was like getting horrific paper cuts on his ball sack. Bud just snipped enough to barely slit the flesh here and there all over the ball sack. Paul rocked back and forth in mind numbing pain. Bud laughed and got up and took a bottle of mouth wash. The he splashed it on the cut scrotum. Paul saw white and went through the roof!

Bud stood on the balls of his naked feet, rocking with manly laughter, fisting his dick and pumping it at the sight of the tortured teenage boy curled up in a fetal position on the bathroom floor, the toilet brush still sticking from his raped asshole.

"You think you have it bad with Matt? Wait. I'll teach you to put your dick into my wife!" He pulled his foot back and kicked Paul hard in the nuts. Paul gagged and spit up something, he wasn't sure what anymore. The tiny cuts in Paul's fucksack were bleeding now. Bud reached into the cabinet and pulled out a tooth brush. He knelt down and brushed the bristles across the tortured scrotum, irritating the tiny cuts even more. The he took Paul's dick and put the handle end of the toothbrush to Paul's cock pisshole! Paul could not speak, so great was his horror. He stared with open mouth, spit running down his chin, as his older brother, someone who had always been kind and loving, slowly shoved the tooth brush handle up into Paul's pisshole! A steady string of cockslop ran from Bud's dickhead.

"We're going to play these games every day from now on, and you are going to learn to take it!"

He stood up and straddled the boy's pain wracked body, then with his dick only inches away, he blasted Paul's face with hot, fresh piss!

"Open your fucking mouth and drink my piss!" Bud growled. What could Paul do? There was no strength, no power left in him to resist anything. He was totally beaten. He opened his young cute mouth to allow the heavy stinking spray of piss from his older brother's dick to fill his gullet.

"That's right. Swallow it. Swallow that man piss!" While he pissed, Bud nudged with his big toe, the boy's dick impaled on the toothbrush handle. Still pissing, Bud reached over to the vanity cabinet once more and pulled out two large safety pins. He bent down and shoved a pin through each of Paul's fat pouty nipples.

"You look damned good like that, Bitch. We are going to have to get you some permanent jewelry!" The sight must have been too much for Bud, because he grunted twice, grabbed his just finished pissing dick, and jerked on it. A few seconds later, ropes of cum sprayed down onto Paul's face.

"Oh, fuck yeah. Fuck that feels good!" Cum splattered Paul's face. It mixed with snot and spit and piss.

"Clean up this fucking mess. But leave the pins through your tits until morning! I want my family to see that nobody fucks with me!" As if drunk on a sexual high, Bud turned and left the bathroom, after fuck dripping from his prick and running down his hairy thigh.

Paul lay on the floor, trembling. He hurt too badly to even attempt to pull the toothbrush out of his dick, or the toilet brush out of his asshole. How much could one high school student teenage boy be expected to take? How much could he handle? His own brother, the very person he was suffering to protect, had now turned into a monster!

Bud swaggered into the living room where Marie sat crying on the couch. She had covered herself with a robe. Bud's mom and Dad were in their room. Bud walked naked up to his wife. His dick was flaccid now but still as thick as a wrist and wet with piss and cum. He looked down at his wife.

" I know you let him fuck you to try to save me. I am not angry with you, but this shit can't go on like this. You should have told me."

She looked up at him with trembling lower lip. " I wanted to protect you."

"Paul is at the bottom of this. He is not as innocent as we think. Mark my word, Marie. Maybe he deserves what he is getting!"

"That's impossible Bud, and not like you at all to say something like that." She was amazed at her husband, standing in front of her totally naked and sweaty.

"It's the only possible answer. And I didn't want to worry you, but Paul has been hitting on me too. It disgusted me. He tries to rub against me and in bed these last few nights, he grabs my dick!"

"You mean Paul really is a faggot?"

"I'm afraid so. Maybe he did something really piss Matt Henshaw off. Who knows. Anyway, I am going to get to the bottom of this, even if I have to hurt my own brother. I love you Marie, of course I was pissed that he fucked you. How do you think I felt?"

"I know, but believe me it was the most awful thing in my whole life. Neither of us enjoyed it. It was humiliating and disgusting."

"Matt Henshaw will pay for that. Now what say, you show me that you really do love me and not my little faggot brother."

"OH Bud, you know I love you."

"Then what say you prove it by licking my dick and balls clean." He smled down at her. She sat still for a moment, and then leaned in and started to lick Bud's big sweaty balls. She lifted each nut on her tongue and then licked down under the scrotum. Then she licked the fat fleshy fuckmeat. Bud pushed his hips forward. "That a girl. That's my sweet wife. I guess you do love me best after all. You love the taste of your husband's big fat dick, don't you? You know what I feel like, tonight? Just to relieve some of the stress. I feel like a nice long ass suck. Will you do that for me? Will you suck my ass?"

Marie knew that Paul was aware that she hated doing that. But she also knew he was stressed out and near the breaking point. She nodded.

"That's my loving wife. I feel like just sitting on your beautiful face for a while, with your tongue licking out the inside of my ass. It will prove that everything is okay between us. Will you do that for me?"

"Yes, Bud. I love you and will do anything to prove it. " A single tear ran down Marie's cheek.

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