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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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