The Shaw Family

          The tea cup in my hand was probably worth more than my car in the driveway. It was a grand circular driveway of course. I loved the car though; it was an old old Chevy Cavalier, bright yellow. People on the street were always waving at me, trying to hail a cab. I felt popular. I got to hand it to the Shaw family, they were one good looking bunch of people. All three sons inherited their height, manner and masculine good looks from Dr. Donald Shaw, one of the world's most famous Anesthesiology experts. He seldom entered the operating theatre any more, he was far too busy lecturing in more exclusive arenas around the world. His wife was a looker too. Heidi Shaw sat with legs crossed demurely at the ankle, hands folded in the lap of her gray suit skirt. She still had her looks, and her blond hair gathered at the back of her neck and her posture, made her look like a portrait by Botticelli. Her tea rested unsipped on the table next to her. Dr. Donald never even took tea. His steely eyes bored into me. He was a kind of idiot savant they say, socially inept and with all kinds of personality quirks, but a genius in his field. They were so prominent, they had been invited to William and Kate's wedding. The invitation had been "casually" left on a table in the entrance hall, not that they were showing off in the slightest. 

          And then there were the boys. Three in number and strapping all. Dax was twenty-one and had just finished serving one term of duty in Iraq and still had another to go.  Before he enlisted, he had been a skinny kid with a tousle of hair perched on top of his head, rather geeky. Geeky no more!  Now his body was the most muscular in the family, and his hair was buzzed close to the scalp. He was a handsome animal who moved with confidence and ease. The Marines had done wonders for him. Rumor had it that the family had rushed him off into service after a failed suicide attempt. All three boys had been under extreme pressure to produce excellence in everything they did from little on. It took its toll on each boy in it's own way. But Dax's story had a happy ending. He gained confidence and poise in the Marines and learned to actually like himself for what he was. He would never be the doctor his father wanted him to be, but who gave a fuck? Only Mommy and Daddy. Dax  came with something a little extra, his brand new bride. The wedding of Dax and Carly had been the event of the summer all up and down the East Coast. She was a beautiful girl of only 18.  Many thought too young to marry, but Dax and Carly had insisted just before his final tour of duty in Iraq. He had seen too much horror there, and he wanted the comfort and love Carly gave him. And she was surprisingly intelligent and stable for her age. She sat in a straight backed chair, and Dax stood with one hand on her shoulder, like an portrait. I had asked that she be present as well as the immediate family. I didn't want to leave her out of the ensuing fun. 

        The middle one was something else again. He truly was a computer geek. As fit and muscular as his older brother had become, seventeen year old Seth was slender and pale. He was a kindle and twitter and ipad and blog boy. He couldn't live without some do-dad in his hand which he checked for messages ever minute and a half or so. Wires hung out of his ears even now, connecting him to something in case he grew bored with the conversation. I certainly hoped he wouldn't. He was quite attractive in that retro-rad geek way. He was the family embarrassment...well he had been the family embarrassment until now. Mother never quite new how to present him at social functions. He wore conventional dress clothing awkwardly and felt best dressed in something you might go skateboarding in. He seemed to have no interest in sex. That remained to be seen. Still, all in all, Seth gave the family no trouble. He was quiet and obedient. He was the good though odd son. 

      The star of this performance however would be the youngest son, sixteen year old Bryce. Just turned sixteen a few weeks ago, and already the recipient of two speeding tickets in his brand new Whatchamacallet convertible. Bryce was the wild one in the family. Also the smartest. His IQ might even rival that of his famous dad. He got straight A's in school without effort whenever he wanted. Trouble was, he seldom wanted. He rebelled against the wishes of his mother and father at every turn. Mother sought to keep him in line by giving him disgusting chores like cleaning the barn and shoveling horse shit. Yes the Shaw's had horses.It was Peter in whom I was most interested in more ways than one. Peter had the lean strong young body of a soccer player. His hair always had an uncombed but sexy look. He had a winning smile and a swagger to his walk that told everyone, he knew he was a hot little teen. And he fucked. Oh did he fuck.  He'd gotten three girls pregnant, and each tine the poor young thing had been bought off with family money. Mom and Dad were fit to be tied by Bryce's antics. The girls had been bought off, but I had their names, and also the name of the abortion doctor who had secretly performed the procedure. Why did Bryce fuck so much at sixteen? Rumor had it he had his father's dick. Big I mean. Daddy Donald Shaw had a very famous dick. Famous around the gym. I'd gone to the gym to see for myself. Ordinarily I could not even get in a gym like this. The gym clothes worn by these guys working out cost more than my best suit, my only suit. But I knew somebody who knew somebody who owed somebody a favor, and I got a guest pass. 

       It was hoity-toity all right. The "old boys" at the gym worked hard and played hard. They also drank hard. Hard as in "with effort" not as "with an erection." The exception was Dr. Donald. He looked as if he had an erection all the time. His dick pushed out the front of his white gym shorts in an absolutely obscene way. Don't get me wrong. Dr. Donald didn't flaunt it. He was not that type. If anything he was overly shy socially as I said, both with the men and the ladies. Heidi had steered and engineered their entire courtship. Donald was something of a social recluse; I mean Christ, he read magazines on Anesthesiology and contributed to them as well. Donald Shaw was not one to flaunt his dick, he just could not help it. Even confined beneath jockstraps and gym shorts, the huge fucker looked ready to burst forth. He'd gone through high school with the other boys staring and making jokes. College too. "Donald Dick" had been his nickname. It wasn't until I saw him in the showers that I knew why. His fuckmeat hung over seven inches flaccid. And it was thick. Like a huge cuban cigar, one of those that looks like a joke cigar, but you know costs a couple of hundred dollars. Donald's dick had a head on it the size of a plumb, and the ball sack beneath the fucker was just as impressive. Even now, I caught guy after guy sneaking glances at the fuckmeat, and these were dudes who showered with him every day. In the middle of conversation, when Donald would turn away to place the soap in the holder, or rinse his hair, the eyes of his friends would quickly dart down to the fat fucking flesh sausage swinging between the doctor's legs.  So you see, I wondered if sixteen year old Bryce had inherited his father's equipment. I even went so far as to try to pass myself off as a gym equipment salesman, to get into the Boys' locker room at the private high school where the kid studied and fucked, but I never made it.  I did hear some of the other boys at the school talking about "Big Bryce," and since the boy was of medium height and build, I thought there might be a chance they were referring to the kid's fuckeat. I couldn't very well ask the girls he had fucked how large his cunt buster was. When I saw him, he wore loose khaki trousers, and although I saw the curve of a beautiful sixteen year old boy ass in the rear, I could not get much from staring at the crotch. Well, this is a moot point, since all of this was about to change. 

        "If it's money you want, Mr......eh...I don't believe I got your name..." Mother handled the conversation. Everyone else stood or sat silently. Even Seth had stopped playing whatever game he was currently into and looked at me with, what was it, loathing or merely interest in his dark eyes. Perhaps he almost admired me for taking on the Shaw family single-handedly. Bryce was a nervous wreck. He fidgeted and twisted in his chair. His big feet rubbed the carpet so fervently that Mom had to caution him that he would ruin the rug if it continued. No doubt about it. Bryce was scared. 

       "Oddly enough, It's not money I want, Mrs. Shaw. I know that must sound unusual to you, but in this case, money will not buy off you or your son."

       "Surly enough money would alter the playing field..." That was Dr. Donald, trying his hand. 

       "Shut up, Donald," Heidi snapped, shooting a sharp glance at him. The glance said, "Don't sully your famous hands with this, let me handle it."   I heard rumors that Heidi often treated Donald this way even among friends and associates. He may have been a medical genius, but she ruled the roost. Badly, but none the less she ruled it. 

       "It's not money I want. I could certainly use money. Look at my car. But in this case money will  not satisfy me. Let's go over the information I have. And as I said, I have proof of all of this. Proof in a safe place, just in case some accident should befall me." 

       "Really Mr...eh...Mr. whatever, this is not the movies.  And could you please give us some name to use, as I am growing weary of allowing my sentences to dangle hopelessly in the air.: She gave me a frozen smile, but she gave no ground. 

      "Well, you can call me...Frank? Shall we say, Frank, because I am being frank with you. Frank is not my name of course, but you can call me Frank. Your people, you do have people, can learn my real name in no time once I am gone. You'll have it in five minutes. But for now, call me Frank. What I'd like first of all is a nice stiff drink rather than this fucking tea. Nice cup though. Could you have one of your boys fetch me a whiskey and soda? Send the handsome marine, I like to watch him walk. I'm sure Dr. Donald would like a whiskey as well. It's going to get rough!"  I smiled and folded my hands and ankles imitating Mother Shaw. She glared and ordered Dax to fetch me a drink. I did like the way the kid walked. The Marines had given him great posture, and he too had a gorgeous ass. Beautiful asses must have run in the family. 

      "Now, what I've got is both major and minor. The minor stuff, is the folder on how your youngest son, the little genius of the family fucked three girls pregnant, one of them being only twelve when he was fourteen. That alone on the nightly news would get you uninvited from the wedding of the century."

     "I thought all of that was settled. It certainly was monetarily settled. We have signed papers relinquishing any claims on us."

     "Of course you do. That's why I said this was the little stuff. Still, three pregnancies. Three pretty, young, innocent girls, dicked by your wild offspring. Three abortions with a doctor whose name I have. It wouldn't be a pretty story, would it? I mean, this nasty little stud was fucking his way through high school at fourteen." I turned and smiled at Bryce, who looked at the floor and rubbed his feet on the carpet. 

     "Would yo stop that, Bryce. Or move. Your damaging the pile."   Dax brought the drinks and I took a nice long sip, eying the young handsome Marine all the while. I'll bet he threw a great fuck into his new bride Carly. I'd bet my Chevy that her cunt was sore most of the time.  Did he have Daddy's dick as well? Was he called "Dax the Dick" in the Marines?  The way his trousers pushed out in the font, it was a distinct possibility.   

     I set my cut crystal glass on the table next to me, on the ceramic coaster of course. "Now, let's get to the other stuff. It took me years to get all of this. Dax here tried to commit suicide when he was sixteen. Was that why you pushed him into the Armed Services, to get rid of an embarrassment? You pulled strings Donald to get him into a private school and then off to the Marines as soon as possible."  Dax stood over me, chewing his handsome lower lip, fists clenched.  "Don't worry, Dax, I am not here to hurt you. I am on your side. Mother and Dad are the fuck-ups."  

     Heidi stood. "We don't have to sit here and be insulted." She turned to leave the room. 

     "Okay, but you're going to miss the best part, and if you miss it, then it goes to the media. "  She sat again. 

     "I have proof here of Dax's suicide attempt, from one of the doctor's who treated him. It was confidential, but this particular doctor loves conducting medical exams of a most intimate nature on little girls, very little girls, and so he was in no position to refuse me entrance to his files. He only had to take his finger out of tiny little cunt and open the drawer for me. It was messy, wasn't it, the suicide attempt I mean? Dax bare assed naked with a rope tied around his dick and balls,and weights hanging from them, as he tried to hang himself."

      "It was a long time ago. I was different then!" the handsome Dax said, glancing down at his bride. "Carly doesn't know the details." 

      I smiled. "Of course. As I said, I don't want to harm you in any way, Dax. You've straightened out your life and have a new bride. I'm sorry you have to be here at all, but you'll see that you are a part of the plan. Now where were we? Other small items.  Dr. Donald fucked a female intern. Her cunt was all stretched to pieces. Does he do that a lot, Heidi, have extra-marital affairs? Not too often according to my records. Generally your pussy keeps him happy." 

     "I won't listen to this. I'm calling the police." Donald fished a cellphone from his jacket pocket. 

     "Just a minute Donald, I have a feeling Mr., eh, Frank here, isn't finished. Are we still on the small stuff, Frank? She managed an icy smile. I had to give her credit. 

      I held up one hand and returned the smile. Definitely small stuff.  Your middle boy Seth sending obscene photos from his phone to girls and boys at his school You hushed that up." 

     "Really Frank, is that all you've got? Boys will be boys. Haven't you heard that it's the latest fad, kids sending naked photos of themselves to other kids." She sounded casual, but her body was tense. 

     "Oh yeah, of course. It's the fad, Zack Efron and what's her name and all that. But the photos your son sent were of a nine year old girl sucking cock! don't know where he got them, don't care. But we got proof."  Seth was the nervous one now, twisting around in his chair, one leg folded under him. His eyes flashed at me again. Dr. Donald was also upset and took a big drink of whiskey. Too big. 

    "You never told me about that, Heidi!" he whispered to her. 

    "It was not concern of yours. I handled it." 

    "Apparently not well enough!  Seth, how could you do such a disgusting thing. Who was this little girl, and where did you get the photos?" 

    Seth pushed his hair out of his eyes.  "It was a little sister of a buddy of mine. We were just fooling around." 

    "Curiouser and curiouser!" I said as Heidi cautioned her middle son to shut the fuck up and not say anything incriminating. Then she looked at me defiantly.  

    "Are we still on the small stuff?" 

     'Oh my yes. Rumor has it that Carly is pregnant, ergo the rushed wedding. Time will tell on that one, unless you send her the way of Bryce's ex-girlfriends. Were they girlfriends, Bryce, or just quick fucks? Did you even care a little about them? " I noticed Carly holding Dax's hand and arm a bit too tightly. She looked up at him with wide, frightened eyes. Had Mom Shaw already suggested an abortion? 

    "And now, on to the main event, as if the small stuff couldn't put a crack in your family urn! The big stuff! Bryce's drug arrest.  Designer drugs, some of them lifted from Dad's stash, I have no doubt, and our boy Bryce selling the to kids at school. It couldn't be the money. Bryce coming from this family, doesn't need the money. It must be for the fuck of it. Just to impress the other kids. Bryce arrested once for selling drugs. Everything hushed up.  And now the worst part. Bryce sells drugs a second time. I have the proof. I bribed some of your classmates, Bryce. Two of them were even wired. Oh my God, if this goes to the police, you go away for a long long time, Bryce. A second offense selling in this state carries an eighteen year sentence. True, you'r e a minor, but still, you'd go away for a long time. And if we traced the drugs to Dad, well, the Shaw Dynasty would come crumbling down. And then, and then, I have proof of underage parties here in your home. Parties with drinking and fucking and drugs. Jesus, Heidi, it's like you ran a teenage bordello." 

     "Is this true, Heidi? Were there parties here?" Donald looked to his wife, and then to his sons. 

     She sat up stiffly in the chair. 'I tried my best. If you recall, the first time, it was I who turned Bryce into the police. I was hard on him for his own good. I was strict. You don't think it hurt to turn my own son into the police? But it was the right thing to do."

     "It was shit and you know it. What kind of mother turns in her own son?"  Bryce snapped at his mother, an ugly look on his cute teenage face. This was getting good. 

     " But I couldn't keep control of him twenty-four hours a day. He had parties here when I was off at my speaking engagements or my charity work. Seth knew about the parties and even joined in, but he didn't tell me. Dax was gone, and so were you to one or another of your conventions. What was I to do?  I tried to discipline the boy. I even slapped him on more than one occasion. I warned him he would bring disgrace on the whole family. 

and now here we are." 

     "Those parties with underage sex and drugs here in your house, could easily ruin everything you have worked so hard to achieve, Mrs. Shaw. Doctor Shaw.  There might even be jail time, if the big stuff is coupled with the small stuff. Certainly you would be destroyed socially and professionally."

    "ALL RIGHT FRANK. CUT TO THE CHASE. WHAT IS IT YOU WANT!"  Heidi screamed at me, losing all decorum. 

     "Actually what I want is in a way, a sort of moral justice. I want to punish Bryce for his behavior, and I want to punish your family for being not only dysfunctional, but arrogant. I want to know how far you will go to protect your status and your image."

     "I repeat, Frank, what is it you want?" She had regained her composure. She would lose it again in a minute. 

     "Simple. to begin with, I want Bryce to fuck you!"  

     Nobody moved. Heidi blinked. One manicured nail tapped on a table top.  "I assume that is some sort of metaphor?"

      "No man. I want to watch your youngest son, Bryce shove his sixteen year old dick into your cunt and fuck you. I want to film it for my own pleasure. If you and your family do as I say, I'll keep your dirty little secrets." 

      "See here, that is the sickest thing I ever heard. You can't be serious," Dr. Donald protested. The boys and Carly were silent, frozen. 

      "I am quite serious. Is it any sicker than your son fucking and impregnating three young girls? Is it any sicker than using your stash to hook teenagers on pills and drugs and selling them to kids of thirteen and fourteen?"

       Bryce stood up. God he was a handsome lad.  "You make it sound like I'm some kind of drug dealer. It was just for fun. Just for kicks. And I only did it a few times."  He spoke the truth, but I wasn't about to let him off. 

     "Bryce, a few times is a few times too many. You have to be punished." 

      'I won't fuck my mother. That is the grossest thing I ever heard of. Just the thought of it makes me sick."  

      "Oh, that's just part of your punishment. You will also suck your father's big dick. And then he will fuck you in the ass to teach you a lesson."  

       Bryce's mouth opened in horror like something from Edvard Munch, andI saw at once that he would make an excellent cocksucker. 

      "And then, the fun begins. Bryce will then suck the dicks of both Seth and Dax. I'll film all of this for my records. Seth and Dax will both fuck Bryce in his teenage ass, which will be well opened by Daddy's dick."

       They were in complete shock. Well, wouldn't you be? They were not quite sure yet whether I was totally serious. I assure you, I was. 

        "Then Daddy will fuck Dax and Seth, and just for fun, Daddy will also fuck Carly. Meantime, Bryce will fuck Mom in the ass.  Then Bryce and Seth will both fuck Carly. I know you may be wondering why I bring innocent Carly into this mess. Well, if she is to live with this fucked-up family, she had better get in on the ground floor. By doing all these things, you will be saving your status and your fortune. But you will pay for that, heavily. 

      "Next, Dad and Bryce will fuck mom in the cunt an asshole at the same time, while Dax fills her mouth with his Marine dick. I will leave the order of some of these acts up to you. I want to give you some leeway and freedom to be creative, as long as they are all accomplished. Meanwhile, Seth will ass fuck Carly. This is going to tire you folks out, so you will need to rest for a few days between sessions. I am not a tyrant, after all.  Then I will film a little lezbian action with the girls. Carly and Mom will cuntsuck each other. Bryce will then eat out the asses of his brothers and his father. Then we'll all head into one of your many luxurious bathrooms where each of you will piss on Bryce to teach him a lesson. He will swallow some piss from each of you.  Dax the Marine will give Bryce a good ass whipping with a leather belt, and if it is not severe enough, we'll just have to re-film it until he gets it right. Meantime, Dad will fuck Mom and then Seth will suck Dad's cum out of Mom's stretched out cunt. The boys in the family will  now have a jerk off contest, shooting their loads all over Carly's sweet young face." 

     "We won't do it. We won't. I don't care what happens to this fucking family, we wont' do it!"  This was Dax, the only one int he family for whom I had some respect. I am sure his suicide attempt had something to do with his controlling, dominating mother.

     "That's up to you. After I present my proposal, I'll give you some time to discuss it among yourself. After you jerk off on Carly's face, Heidi here will lick her sons' cock slop off the pretty girl.  Then, Dad will have the awesome task of fist fucking his son Bryce. After all, it is mostly Bryce's fault. Dad can take all the time he needs to stretch his son's asshole. Carly will watch by sitting on her handsome husband's lap with his Marine dick up her asshole and Seth's teenage dick up her cunt at the same time. Seth will be allowed of course to suck on her tits. You see it won't all be bad!  Next Bryce will have his nipples and dickhead pierced with large silver rings, to remind him always of his bad behavior. He will have the word 'COCKSUCKER'  tattooed on his chest, and the words "FUCK ME HERE" tattooed on his ass cheeks. Lastly, each of you boys will fuck your mother continually until she gets pregnant, and she will not abort, but will carry the child to term and give birth to it, a reminder of your behavior. That is my proposal. I know your first inclination is to refuse, but think of the alternative...ruin!  By complying with my demands, you can save your family image and your position and fortune. Isn't it worth it?  You can reach me at this number!"   

       I left.  Two days later I received word that as long as everything was kept strictly confidential, they agreed to my demands. What some people will do for money and position. And oh yes, Bryce's dick was everything his daddy's was. In fact all three of the sons were hung like fucking horses...or even better, like Dr. Donald Shaw.