ac-185 slaveboy brothers (rex harper) 1978 Page 2

  "What..." The teen swallowed. "What are you doing home so early, Dad?"

  "You'd like to know that, wouldn't you?" sneered the man. "Well, smart-ass, for your information I came home, because I lost the goddamn bar! Yeah, they took it away from me today, and they're taking the house, too. Come Monday we're all out on our asses!"

  "Dad..."

  "Shut up!"

  He swung on Jack, his hand raised, and stopped there, staring at the twin's throbbing cock. For ten seconds all three were frozen. Then the man lowered his hand to his belt, unbuckling it and slowly pulling it loose from its loops. His eyes still on his sons, he grasped the buckle in his hand and wrapped the wide leather strap twice around his fist, then doubled what was left and cracked it against the other hand.

  "Fucking queers! I shoulda known you two bastards were up to something -- yeah, bastards! You heard me right!"

  He shot the last as the twins winced. Stepping closer, he let the belt swing loose again. His step was uncertain and he shook his head once against the alcoholic imbalance.

  "I knew that goddamn mother of yours was a tramp when I married her. God knows whose kid's you are -- you sure as shit don't belong me!"

  His comments were unfair, for the twins were the very image of himself at their age... even to their cocks. The twins were unwilling to believe he was going to whip them even as he raised the belt over his left shoulder and cracked it down with all of his strength.

  "Owwwwwwwww!"

  Jack jumped and screamed as the leather strap painted a broad white mark across his side and arm, catching the head of his cock. His erection was lost instantly, and a second later blood rushed into the mark, turning it to bright red. The twin buried his face in the sheets, his ass raised up to present a tempting target for the second blow.

  "Owwwww! OWWWWWWW! DON'T... DON'T HIT ME!"

  "Dad..."

  "Shut up!" The third stroke fell against Jerry. "Goddamn queer bastard! Bastards! I oughta fuckin' kill the both of ya!"

  "No, please -- OWWWWWWW!"

  It was Jerry's turn to jump, turning away from his father's wrath, burying himself beside Jack. The two teens lay with their sides together, shivering and rocking as the leather belt fell again and again, the man whipping the exposed surfaces of their bodies until pain stabbed through every nerve ending.

  "Goddamn freaks! Suckin' cocks! Jesus Christ, what the fuck did that goddamn bitch stick on me? Thank God the goddamn whore is dead! Dead!"

  The belt fell again and again, punctuating his words, the twins screaming until they were hoarse. Then they gasped for breath, the merciless beating continuing, the strap biting every square inch of flesh their father could reach, from their toes to their faces.

  "Please!" begged Jerry. "Please, stop! STOP!"

  "DON'T!" sobbed. Jack. "DAD! DAD!"

  "Daaaaad-dy! Daaaaad-dy!" he echoed, mocking the twin's cries. "Don't goddamn Dad me! You fuckin' freak! Freak!"

  "Ohhhhhh! Oh, please! Please!"

  "Oh, GOD! GOD! DON'T! DONT HIT ME! NO MORE! PLEASE, NO! OWWWWWWW!"

  The belt continued to lash the twins, their father gasping for breath until his lungs ached and tears of rage stung his eyes. At last he threw the belt against the twins, the buckle cracking at the base of Jerry's skull, and wiped his arm across his face, removing some of the sweat. He hacked the clear phlegm from his throat, leaning against the foot of the bed.

  "Bastards! Fucking queers -- see how you fucking like this!"

  Over his gasping for breath and Jack's soft moans of pain, Jerry heard the rip of a zipper and then the rustle of clothing. He raised his head, looking around -- saw his father stepping out of his trousers, his shoes already kicked off. Now the man shrugged out of his shirt and his sleeveless undershirt, revealing a heavily muscled chest thick with his fur.

  "Dad!" The twin stared in shock.

  "Yeah, Dad -- Dad's cock! How you like this, shit?"

  The man cupped his growing erection, which was bulging his yellow-stained jockey shorts that, along with his socks, were the only articles of clothing still on him. The twins stared in disbelief, Jack looking around now, as the cock pushed the waistband of the shorts away from their father's belly.

  "You like cock? You'll fucking love this one!"

  He roared the words and stripped his shorts down from his waist, revealing a growing nine-inch erection, the head swollen and bright red, the foreskin worked back from the glans, where it was yellow with his fluids. Glowering at his sons, the man rubbed his thumb over the large hole in the head, smearing pre-coital fluid until it wet the whole glans.

  "Who wants it first?" he sneered, coming close to the edge of the bed. "You, asshole?"

  The question was directed at Jerry, but the teen shook his head in fright.

  "You cocksucker, come here!"

  The man grabbed lorry by the ankle, dragging the teen to the edge of the bed. Jerry didn't try to resist when his father grabbed him by the hair and slammed his face against the tremendous prick, smearing it across his nose. The teen tried to swallow a sob.

  "Smell a real man, bastard! You like that?"

  Jerry shook his head, a small motion, the teen frightened out of his wits by the mad glare in his father's eyes. The man laughed.

  "Shit, you'll love it! Suck it!"

  The cockhead slammed against the teen's teeth, and the man cursed again as pain raked his sexual flesh. He bent Jerry's head back until his neck ached with the strain and pushed his prick against the teen's mouth again.

  "I said suck it -- now -- or I'll knock your goddamn teeth down your queer fucking throat!"

  He jerked the teen's head again, Jerry this time opening his jaws before the cockhead bounced off him. The terrible cock slammed inside, his father holding the back of the teen's head, forcing him down.

  "Glaggggh! AGGGHHHHHH!"

  Jerry tried to fight free, seeing stars, tears swimming across his vision, and the man relented. But the cockhead remained in Jerry's mouth, and now the twin worked around onto his knees, his father holding him by the ears, to suck it properly.

  "Shit! You like that, you bastard!"

  The man stared in disgust at his son as the twin's head bobbed up and down, taking almost half of the tremendous cock, until it slammed against his dangling uvula and could go no farther. The teen's jaws ached with the strain of holding the burning steel prick, his teeth raking the flesh, his tongue molded around the great vein along the bottom of the shaft as he sucked.

  "Yeah! Fucking queers -- bastards!"

  He roared his disgust, calling them every name he could think of, but he never released his hold on the twin's ears, forcing Jerry to suck him until suddenly the twin snorted against his cock, blowing mucous. That brought a crack beside the head, the blow knocking the teen away, almost off the far side of the bed.

  "Fucking animal! JESUS!"

  Wiping his mouth again, the man grabbed the top sheet and used it to wipe his cock clean. Then his eyes fell on the other twin, cringing as close to the headboard as the twin could reach. A slow grin moved across his face as he saw the fear in his son's eyes.

  "You want to suck your dear Dad?"

  Jack's head shook, slowly. "No, sir..."

  "WHY NOT?" roared his father. "Isn't my goddamn cock as good as your queer fuckin' brother's? You sonofabitch -- come here!"

  The twin's back was pressed tight against the headboard, Jerry between Jack and the edge of the mattress. There was no place for him to retreat. His father leaned across the bed and caught the twin by the leg, dragging him down and turning him over at the same time, until his belly dragged through the wrinkled bedding.

  "You don't want to suck my cock, asshole? Then take it this way!"

  "No! NO! DAD, DON'T!"

  Jack screamed as his father's cock rubbed against his asshole, the man holding the teen's hips and forcing him back against his burning erection. He grunted as he tried to force his way inside, but his cockhead rubbed dry against the reflexively tightened but
tocks.

  "Shit!"

  Suddenly he let Jack drop, turning on his heels to leave the room. The teens heard him cross the hall, staring at each other with pounding hearts. "... what are we gonna do, Jerry?"

  "Shhhhh! He's coming back!"

  The twins turned together to see the man come back into the bedroom, the little jar of Vaseline in his hand. He unscrewed the cap and tossed it aside without watching to see where it landed, and scooped a generous glob of the stuff onto three fingers.

  "Turn over, bastard!"

  He roared the order at Jack again, and the twin quickly obeyed, afraid of what would happen if he tried to defy his father. Jerry saw the man eyeing Jack's tight buttocks a moment, and then his fingers stabbed for the entrance, the jar falling from his hand to bounce on the bed while he caught the twin's hip. Holding Jack tight, he worked the three fingers together through his rectum.

  "OH! OH, NO-NO! PLEASE! OWWWWWWW!"

  "Shut up! Fucking queer... you oughta be grateful for what you're getting!"

  "IT HURTS! IT HURTS!"

  "Shit! That's only my goddamn fingers -- what the hell are you gonna do when my cock's in there?"

  "Please, Dad! PLEASE! DON'T!"

  "Don't what, asshole?" He stabbed his fingers again, until the first joints were through the teens clutching sphincter, wiggling them around inside. The sensation stabbed through Jack's gut, pain and pleasure mixed together. "What don't you want Dad to do?"

  "Please! Don't... don't fuck me!"

  "Fuck you? You're goddamn right I'm gonna FUCK YOU!"

  He was roaring again as he said the last, pulling his greasy fingers out of Jack's rectum to hold both of the teen's hips. Jack gasped as his ass was pulled back against his father's thighs, then raised and pushed away, the man positioning himself to stab in.

  "OWWWWWWW! OW OW OW OW! HURTING ME!"

  The teen screamed as the cockhead moved against his rectum, even before it was through the sphincter -- and screamed again, losing his voice, as it stabbed into his body. His father grunted and gasped for breath, shaking his hair from his face as he turned the teens hips up and down, rotating him and screwing him down onto his cock.

  "God!" Jack's voice was only a crack as he gasped again, begging for release. "Ple-aaaaaaaaaaZZZZZ!"

  The new gasp came as his father's belly muscles tightened and he thrust forward, the generous coating of grease easing the way. The great cock stabbed into the teen's rectum. It was almost twice as thick as his when Jerry penetrated him. The shit mass softened by Jerry's prick compacted into a tight mass as the cock continued to ride into the teen, until seven inches of meat were buried deep within him.

  "Ha! Shit! Come here, asshole -- see what a real cock looks like!"

  Afraid to disobey, Jerry came at his father's summons, moved around to where he could see the man's cock forcing the entrance into his son. Nearly three inches of meat were still outside, and now he pulled back on the teen's hips again, forcing his way, the rest of his cock slowly disappearing. After thirty seconds his long curling pubic hairs tickled the smooth flesh, the white skin of his cock shaft just barely visible. Then even that was gone, and he sighed, dropping his chest over the teen's back.

  "Oh, shit! Shit! Jesus, you're tight!"

  "Please!" sobbed Jack. "Please, Dad -- you're hurting me! I can't stand it!"

  "Shit! You'll stand any goddamn thing I tell you to stand! Bastard!"

  The twin's begging seemed to inflame the man's lust. He slid his hands up Jack's sides, caught the teen's arms, digging his nails into the flesh until Jack gasped again at the new source of pain. Then he reached beneath the teen, Jack still on his knees, his face buried in the bedding, and pinched his tits with the same cruel force.

  "OWWWWWWW! DONT... OOW!"

  "Shit! You better pray to my cock! That's the only damn God that's gonna put you out of your misery!"

  He stabbed again, and Jack jumped as the great cockshaft seemed to slam through the hollow of his guts, the teen feeling it all the way against his heart. The man moved again, pulling back and riding forward. Then he pushed the teen farther across the bed, climbing after him until he was kneeling over him, Jack's ass tight against his belly, the teen's feet between his father's knees.

  "Fuck!" cried the man. "Shit, let's fuck!"

  "Oh... oh... AHHHHHHH! Owwwwwww!"

  Jack cried again as his father stabbed deep into his asshole, tightening automatically around the penetrating prick. The pressure made the man gasp with pleasure, and he once more lay forward, over his son's back, his cock working in steady slow strokings through the tender young asshole. The pace of the fucking rocked the mattress back and forth against the springs, until Jerry felt as if he were going to be seasick.

  "Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Christ! Hot asshole! Hot!"

  "Please, Dad!" sobbed Jack. "Please! Don't... don't fuck me! Ohhhhh!"

  "FUCK... you! FUCK... YOU! SHIT!"

  The man crooned to himself as he rode all the way into his son, then slid back on the grease of the Vaseline until his cockhead was barely locked within the tight sphincter. Jack continued to sob, but the pair lessened as the working prick became familiar... seemed natural. Soon the sobs turned to sighs.

  "Oh! Oh, oh... oh!"

  "Yeah!" said his father. "Yeahhhhhhh!"

  "Oh, Dad! Dad, fuck me, Dad!"

  Suddenly the man's eyes popped open as he heard his son's words, understood what Jack was saying. The teen continued to sigh, working his ass back against his father's sliding cock, his stomach hollowing every time the great shaft retreated.

  "Oh, y... yes! Fuck me!"

  The man-cock stabbed forward once more, burying itself deep within the teen, and then was yanked free, leaving Jack gasping as the air moved into his relaxed sphincter, cooling after the head of his father's prick.

  "Bastard! Goddamn queer!"

  The man stared at the twin in disgust and suddenly grabbed his other son, dragging Jerry down beside his brother. He leaned Jerry over and slammed his cock against the twin's tight ass, the shook of the blow and the remaining grease slamming it through the sphincter at first try. "Owwwwwww! DAD! DAD!"

  "You like it too? Goddamn queers! Fucking queen! Shit! Shit!"

  Jack fell on his side, reaching down to reach the tip of his fingers into his empty rectum, moaning at the loss. He stared as his father plunged deep into Jerry, punishing the teen for the pleasure felt by his twin, the great cock ramming as deep as it had in Jack.

  "PLEASE!" begged Jerry. "YOU'RE HURTING ME!"

  "I'll fucking KILL ya! Kill both of ya!"

  "OH, GOD! JESUS! HELP ME! HELP ME!"

  He ignored his son's begging, his tormented cries, pounding his prick deep into the teen while Jack rubbed his cockshaft, the teens erection painful in its strength. The twin ignored the dull aching that had settled into the flesh of his body from the beating, watching as the great cock slammed deep into Jerry's ass, his tongue licking his dry lips in envy.

  "PLEASE, DAD! DAD! DON'T!"

  "SHIT! SHIT! CHRIST! I'M... COMIN'! GOD DAMN IT, I'M COMIN'!"

  He slammed one final time into the teen, holding Jerry's hips while his balls erupted, pouring out his scalding load of cream. The teen gasped, swallowing, fighting for breath, fighting the pain of his father's penetration.

  Suddenly the cock was gone, the bed bouncing as the man got off it. Once more he wiped his hand across his mouth, swallowing. Then he left the room, leaving behind the pile of his discarded clothing.

  CHAPTER THREE

  The twins stared at each other, Jerry's face still contorted with the pain of his father's penetration, as they heard his footsteps pad down the hall. Then Jack moved to take Jerry into his arms, moaning as he held his brother closely.

  "Oh, God, Jerry! What are we gonna do?"

  "I don't know." Jerry bit his lip. "We can't stay here, babe."

  "You mean... run away?"

  "You got any better idea?"

  Jack shuddered. "Do you think he w
as telling the truth -- about losing the bar, and the house?"

  "I guess so. Remember that big fight Mom..." Jerry choked at the sudden mention of his mother, dead seven months. He caught himself, continued, "... Mom and Dad had last summer, when she told him she was the only reason the bar hadn't gone under long ago? He lets all his bum friends run up big tabs, and chases away the good customers with his mean ways. I guess he lost it, all right."

  "Where can we go?"

  "I don't know, babe."

  The twins lay flat, moved closer together, their arms around each other for comfort. The pain of the beating had subsided into a constant dull ache as Jack continually sniffled.

  "When..." The teen swallowed. "When should we go?"

  "He's drunk, he'll pass out soon. When we hear him snoring."

  "Going someplace, faggots?"

  Their father stepped through the door again, smiling sweetly. He had heard them talking down the hall and had crept closer in silence to make out their words. Jerry sucked in his breath, his heart pounding louder as he saw the roll of nylon rope in his father's hand. It was a fifty-foot coil, carried in the trunk of the car against emergencies but never used.

  Now their father stripped off the plastic covering, uncoiling the end and straightening it between his hands. His thick cock hung half-stiff over his swollen balls, the shaft slick with brown and with the remnants of the Vaseline.

  "I asked you bastards a question! Goddamn it, speak!"

  Jerry shook his head, slowly, answering the original question. "No, sir!"

  "NO?" he roared. "You won't answer?"

  "No, sir -- we aren't going anywhere!"

  "Oh." He grinned, relaxing. "I know that. All right, cocksuckers, get down on each other! Move! Get those fuckin' lips on those fuckin' cocks!"

  The teens scooted around, moving again into sixty-nine position. Jerry took Jack's throbbing cock into his mouth, his own now-limp prick sliding into Jerry's cooling saliva, their lips meeting against their groins, pressing into the pubic hair.

  "My, how sweet!" said their father in a sarcastic sing-song. "You do that so naturally!"