Paul's Slavery

    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!