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The video camera was set up. Paul's mother and his sister-in law Maria were seated on chairs to watch as ordered by Matt. Paul's older brother was naked as ordered and there to assist. He had a really nicely developed mature young man's body and that huge dick that ran in the family. He was humiliated to be naked in front of his mother and shocked that His own humiliation was now a part of Matt's games. Paul's brother was a strong, rough masculine male, not gentle and fine like Paul. Paul's brother was not used to taking shit from anyone. But he also did not want to go to prison or see his dad suffer. So he too was trapped. He stood there with his back to his mother so she would only see his naked ass and his hands over his fat dick and balls. His hands could not cover all his fuck equipment. Paul's father sat fully clothed in a chair in front of the camera and removed Matt's punishment instructions from an envelope.
He read them and shook his head, tears in his eyes. He looked up at the camera. "I am about to administer Paul's punishment for Tuesday. Paul?"
Paul walked naked into the room. His thick teenage erection bobbing in front of him. As ordered, he kept a hard on at all times when at home. This alone was extremely painful, not to say totally degrading.
"I'm sorry, Son. It says first you are to lie over my lap and I am to give you a spanking. I am to spank your ass until it is bright red. I am sorry Paul, but I can't go easy on you or Matt will not accept the video. I need to spank you quite hard."
Paul hung his head in shame. "That's okay, Dad. I understand."
"This is so fucking sick," Paul's brother growled, shifting from one naked foot to the other.
"Be quiet, Bud, please," Paul said, "Or it will only get worse."
With his family watching, the naked teenage boy lay over his father's lap. His erection had to fit down between his dad's legs. Then his father started to spank his ass. First one cheek and then the other grew hot under the strong hard slaps of the factory worker. Paul's ass globes vibrated from the power of the slaps. The shape of his father's hand could be easily seen on the pale ass cheeks. Paul's mom sobbed and put her hands to her face again. Paul's naked brother worked the camera, so he could no longer hide his thick long penis and full balls from his mom's gaze. Paul's mother had had no idea her older son had such a huge fucker. She wondered how Maria could take that gigantic dick in her pussy and asshole. She knew that most young married couples ass fucked as well as cunt fucked. That had not been so in her day. Things were so much more liberal now.
Paul was quietly sobbing with each new blow to his ass. His naked feet left the floor and his body jerked as slap after slap beat down on his tender teenage ass. Soon he was crying openly.
"Bud, can you get a close-up of Paul's ass. I think this should be red enough."
"No Dad, better give me a few more. We don't want Matt to think you are going easy on me,"the trembling boy mumbled. Paul's dad smacked the ass globes a few more times, then Bud zoomed in for a nice close-up.
"Jesus," Bud said," That ass looks raw."
"It must hurt terribly, but it's not as bad as it looks. The color will soon fade away. All right son, ready for part two of your punishment?"
Poor abused Paul twisted his head back around to look at his dad. "There's more?" he couldn't believe it.
"I am afraid there are two more parts to your punishment. Let's just get them over with and then you can take it easy."
"For the Love of God, Art, do we have to do this?" Paul's mother was almost hysterical. Maria held her in her arms.
Paul shook the tears out of his eyes. His ass felt like it was on fire. "Okay, what's next?"
"A beating on your scrotum!"
The high school boy rolled off his dad's lap onto the floor. Just to be safe, Bud followed the action with the camera.
"You're not serious? You're supposed to beat my balls in front of Mom and Maria and Bud?"
"I'm afraid so, Son. Twenty whacks on your scrotum with a wooden spoon!"
"No, Art, you will damage him for life!" Paul's mother screamed.
Bud snapped at his mother, "We don't have a choice, Ma! Do you want Dad and me to go to prison? Do you know what will happen to me there?"
"you're supposed to lie on the table with your knees up against your chest so I can get at your balls."
"I know the routine, Dad, Matt has hurt me this way before. It's the shame of having it done in front of everyone." Paul was so scared of the impending pain in his fucksack that he could hardly stand to move to the table. His legs felt like water. The cheeks of his red ass rose and fell as he made his way slowly to the table.
"I'll get the wooden spoon," Paul's dad said and disappeared into the kitchen to return a few moments later with the beating implement.
"If you hit him too hard, he won't ever be able to have children." Paul's mom said.
"If I don't hit him hard enough, Matt will make us do worse, much worse, believe me," Paul's dad answered, a grim look on his face. "Okay , Son, let's make the best of this. You bring your knees back and hook your arms around them. Do you want something to bite down on?"
Paul shook his head. He was too scared to speak.
"Got to make sure to keep your large penis out of the way. Mother, would you come and hold Paul's penis back against his stomach so I can get a clear shot at his scrotum?'
Paul felt his mother's hand grasp hi now soft dick and hold it up against his stomach. She looked down at her son with sadness and sympathy.
He smiled a painful smile. "I'll be all right, Mom! We'll get through this together."
"Okay, Son. Matt's instructions are for me to wait thirty seconds between each swat to your balls. He says if I miss hitting the nuts directly, the swat does not count. Keep your legs spread wide, Son. If you close your legs we have to go back to one again!"
How sublimely sadistic it was. A sweet innocent teenage boy about to get his nuts beaten by his father, while his mother held his dick out of the way and his brother filmed the entire affair.
And so the beating began. Paul knew that his dad had to hit him hard. Never in his life had he experiences such agony. Wave after wave of painful nausea coursed up through his body from his fuckbag. Each new hit sent more waves of gut wrenching pain spreading through his entire system. His toes curled. His body dripped sweat. His teeth clenched. The eyes rolled in is head. His mother sobbed and put a hand on his strong young chest. His tummy fluttered and his legs shook. He screamed in unbearable torment after the fifth swat. By the tenth he was only half coherent.
"God Forgive me, I am so sorry," Paul's dad said as he brought the wooden spoon down yet again to smack the swollen nuts in their soft skin sack. On fourteen Paul almost closed his legs. He just caught himself in time. His toes were white from being clenched and his hands left his legs to grip the side of the table.
"Art, he can't take any more!" Paul's mom said.
"We've got to keep going, or we have to start all over again."
"Jesus, beat my balls instead, Dad..." Paul's brother shouted.
"God, no, Bud, we want to have a baby, don't we?" Maria screamed. The house was filled with confusion and disjointed emotion.
SMACK! The spoon hit the boy's nutsack again.
Paul thew his head from side to side. His hair was wet with sweat. He growled and grunted like a wounded animal now with each new blow to his teenage balls. Snot ran from his nose and his mother lovingly wiped it away.
SMACK! Again. the nuts wobbled and shook in the flesh bag and grew still larger.
Finally it was over. Paul lay on the table breathing raggedly. His mother ran to fetch him a glass of water.
"You now have thirty minutes to rest before the final part of the punishment." Paul's dad said sinking defeatedly into a chair. Maria rushed up to hug her naked husband. "Why does he want you naked?" she whispered.
"I don't know, maybe it has something to do with the third part. Or maybe it's just to make us feel vulnerable and awkward. Who gives a shit. We got to do what we got to do. Someday I'll get back at Matt Henshaw. I swear to God." He pressed his new wife against his manly chest, and she lovingly reached down and cupped his scrotum, grateful that no damage had come to his beautiful nuts.
Paul's mom washed her son's body. She bathed his swollen balls in warm water and put some aloe cream on his bruised ass. He kept his eyes tightly closed most of the time, willing the whole scene to go away. But soon the thirty minutes was up and he had to face his final punishment.
Paul's dad read the instructions. "Matt hopes that you have learned a lesson, Paul. When he gives an order, he expects you to obey. This entire incident could have been avoided. From now on make sure you are monitored whenever you shit or piss. Because you don't seem able to take care of yourself, after you shit, one of your family members will have to wipe your ass clean for you. Make sure you film this." Paul's dad looked around in disgust. Everyone hung their heads in shame. "Now, for the last part of your punishment. For this one you have a choice. For the last part of your punishment, your brother will fuck you in the ass with a dildo! Your father will film it. You have a choice as I said. One dildo is ten inches long but of only average width. The other is only eight inches long but very thick! You choose which dildo you want your brother to shove up your ass! Your brother is to maintain an erection while he ass fucks you with the dildo. If his erection goes down, you will face further punishment. He is to shove the dildo all the way into your asshole and then fuck you for fifteen minutes non-stop! You are to stand bent over for this part of your punishment."
No one said anything for a very long time. Then Paul cleared his throat and spoke in a very hoarse voice. "Well, we'd better get to it, huh? I still have homework to do.
"I don't know if I can do this, Bro..." Bud said, eying the two huge rubber cocks.
"Of course you can, Bud! You have to!" Maria said, fire suddenly in her eyes. She was determined to protect her husband at all costs.
Paul stood bent over. Bud stood behind him with his prick rock hard. His big dick was awesome. Maria had masturbated it hard for him. He was to nervous to get an erection on his own.
"Is there some lube?" Paul asked.
"No Son, no lube. You need to take it dry!"
"Which one, Skipper?" Bud had not called Paul that for some years. It was his boyhood nick name.
"The longer one. The thick one will rip open my asshole."
"Remember Bud, you need to fuck him hard or this will all be for nothing. We have to please Matt!"
Bud reached down and spread his little brother's ass cheeks. He placed the head of the longer pink dildo at the asshole entrance. Paul's legs almost gave out.
"Easy, Paul!" Bud said, and then with his thick muscular arm, he shoved the rubber cock deep up the rectum of his little brother.
Everyone in the room screamed. Everyone, not only the boy in physical pain. The cock entered his asshole. He felt it churn in his guts. He felt the skin of his inner ass stick and cling to the dildo. Bud's dick bobbed and throbbed and started to go limp from the horror of it all.
"Keep your dick hard Son, or it won't count!" Bud reached one large hand down and masturbated his own thick prick as he fucked the dildo in and out of his brother's ass.
Paul's mom caught herself not breathing. Paul's father caught himself sobbing as he filmed his older son naked and hard dicked fucking his younger one with a long rubber cock.
What kind of Hell were they all caught in? Would the nightmare never end? What more could Matt Henshaw do to them?
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