Oh, Brother!

This is the closing chapter in the Oh, Brother saga, which was originally started fourteen years ago.  Your author appreciates all readers who remained faithful to Billy and crew and hopes you equally enjoy the conclusion.  Although you are quite familiar with the disclaimer I must say again that it is a story containing graphic sexual situations and designed for a mature audience.  Have at it …

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Donny Wilson was mortified, conflicted, disgusted and angry.  Donny was always angry, it seemed.  His otherwise handsome face was terminally set in an intimidating scowl.  Today he could barely concentrate on the menial task of pumping gas at the station where he sometimes worked.  Normally he relished the idea of washing the car’s window while its tank was filled, hoping to get a look at some leg.  Or more.   The more daring sometimes raised a skirt for his viewing pleasure.  Once in a while legs were spread.  No panties.  Donny got an instant hard on at the sight of gash.  Occasionally that led to a quick fuck in the back seat of the car.  Or, at the least, a blow job through the window.

Today a bitch could have driven in completely nude behind the wheel and Donny would hardly have noticed.  His mind was otherwise occupied.  What began as a well-orchestrated plot of revenge had turned into something altogether different.  He had perfectly “set up” his father, Terrible Tom Wilson, who had treated him like an outcast from the moment younger brother Billy was born.  Always criticizing, always demoralizing.  He’d been on the receiving end of Tom’s pummeling fists on more than one occasion although, if he was being honest, not without provocation.  From the time he was six Donny had developed a knack for getting himself into trouble.  Now, at nineteen, not much had changed. 

For the longest time he had placed the blame on Billy.  Then the realization came, partly due to Billy’s own suggestion, that Tom’s lousy parenting was the true cause of his dissension.    Tom could have shown him some affection but instead he heaped it all on Billy, casting Donny aside like a red-headed step child.  Not that he was completely letting Billy off the hook, but the time had arrived for Tom’s come-uppance.  And, through his buddy Bones, Donny had the ammunition to blow him out of the water.  Armed with the damning evidence he had confronted an enraged Tom, then blackmailed him into committing a true atrocity.  Naturally Tom blamed Donny for Billy’s descent into depravity but, with Donny’s finger on the proverbial trigger, he nevertheless succumbed.   What ensued was a down-and-dirty incestuous romp which Donny gleefully recorded.  Although he feigned otherwise, as he had become wont to do, from the voracious way he devoured and rode daddy’s big cock Billy was obviously into it.  And surprisingly, after a time, it appeared that Tom himself wasn’t all that unwilling a participant.

It was a dirty, raunchy dad and son fuck show like nothing he had witnessed before.  Donny had become so aroused that he wound up fucking Billy.  True to fashion, he had fucked like a rabid animal, slamming into him with ferocity and probably bruising his pussy.  Tom’s spent cum load was swishing around his cock as he barreled through until, after a surprisingly short time, Donny blew his wad inside his baby brother’s ass. It had been incredible.

Afterward, the guilts came.  What the fuck had he done?  He wasn’t queer.  He fucked girls, not other dudes.  He tried to convince himself he had gotten caught up in the moment, but that did little to assuage his disgust.  It gave him little satisfaction that he had effectively soiled little Billy in front of their father’s eyes.  The anger and self-loathing mounted within him and was redirected once again toward his brother. 

Just when he figured he was done with Billy he now had new reason to really destroy the kid.  It was the only way he could set things to right in his own mind.  The only way he could forgive himself.  Billy had been broken, had begun to like being a bottom boy too much.  That had recently become obvious to Donny.  Instead of humiliating the little bastard he was just supplying him with cock.  Now he needed to find new, ingenious ways of debasing the boy.  Something Billy would definitely not like. 

His homeless plan had returned to the front burner.  Down by the railroad tracks all the filthy, unwashed homeless gathered by their garbage can fire pits and cardboard hovels along with the winos and hobos.  The promise of a few sampler bottles of booze would be temptation enough to get them to fuck Billy.  He wouldn’t be able to wash their stench off him for days.  He’d even make Billy eat their nasty, shit-crusted assholes and drink their fetid piss.  It would serve him right for tempting Donny the way he had.

A session with his buddy Dawg’s big, strong Rottweilers was equally in order.  Dawg had once made the suggestion.  Although stoned out of his mind Billy hadn’t much liked it when Keyshawn’s German Shephard mounted him.   Donny would see to it that Billy sucked doggie cock, rimmed their assholes and got knotted and spermed by the canines.  Maybe then he could forget what he had done with the boy.

 

 

Donny had avoided Billy for days.  Billy was rightfully suspicious.  Usually he would shoulder butt him into the hallway wall when passing or some similar form of aggression.   Something was definitely up.  He rightfully figured it had to do with the fuck.  Big bad Donny was embarrassed.  His hormones had gotten the better of him and he’d done the unthinkable by fucking his baby brother.  Far as Billy was concerned it served him right to be conflicted.  After all the vile things he had been forced to do, things that forever changed Billy, Donny deserved a good deal more angst.  Billy would love to have taunted him but he still harbored fear of the brute.  There was no telling what Donny might do in retaliation.   

It was a shame, in a way.   If Donny wasn’t such a blockhead he wouldn’t be half bad.  He was good-looking, in a dark and brooding kind of way.  He had an enviable, hard and muscular body.  And his dick was a proud piece of Wilson art.  He had all the attributes to be an in-demand fuck.  Billy hadn’t even minded the ferocity with which Donny had banged him.  It had made Billy cum, after all, so it couldn’t have been that excruciating.  Besides, since Billy had been “turned” he’d grown to enjoy some rough treatment by men.   But, in the end, Donny was a loose cannon.  He possessed too much damaging evidence regarding Billy’s activities and, now, Tom’s.  It would bear little weight to declare those things were done at Donny’s demand.

Daddy Tom promised that he was working on a solution.  Just last night when Donny was out doing who knew what and Mom was upstairs sleeping Billy was at the foot of Tom’s favorite chair in the family room nestled between his thighs and nursing on his fat oozing cock while Tom outlined his payback scheme.  Billy was slightly fearful.  One misstep and the whole thing could backfire on the both of them.  But drastic measures were in order.  Donny’s reign of terror needed to end.

 

 

The Wilson boys weren’t the only ones grappling with mixed emotions.  While Donny lamented his maiden gay voyage and Billy adapted to his new lifestyle Tom Wilson was also wrestling his demons.  While he had never thought of any man---especially his own son---in a sexual manner he now couldn’t get little Billy off his mind.  His conscious mind knew it was wrong but his dick had a will of its own.  It wanted Billy’s lips wrapped around and sucking his dick; it needed to sink into the boy’s tight, tender ass and feed it daddy sperm.  Neither Dottie Brewster nor any of his other conquests mattered any more.  He wanted Billy.  While he had always loved his youngest son the dynamics had drastically altered.  All day at work he found himself thinking about the cute, fair-haired teen and the nasty things he had seen him do on Donny’s homemade videos.  Instead of being incensed he was aroused.  Many were the times he sported a blazing hardon at the plant where he worked thinking about Billy’s juicy pussy.  He desperately wanted to do those same things with his son.

It was wrong; it was all so wrong!   Tom still went to the titty bars after work.  At least for a while.  He ogled those cheap whores but the interest was no longer there.  He had unwittingly found something more appealing.  Thankfully other guys, or teenagers, didn’t interest him.  He hadn’t all of a sudden become queer for men.  Only Billy.  Although he tried to resist, fight back the urge, when they were at home all he wanted was to have the boy.  Just one more time, he told himself.  Soon he was leaving work early, picking Billy up from school and fucking him in the same bed he slept with the boy’s mother.  Billy was always accommodating; he wanted it as much as Tom did.  Billy really loved his daddy!

As they became more daring Tom drove him to out of the way spots.  He no longer frequented the motel where all had been exposed.  Away from his wife and older son Tom freely ravaged young Billy in the bathroom of the highway rest stop, deep in the woods on the outskirts of town and in the park after dusk.  While Tom satisfied his urges, at least momentarily, Billy detailed all the things---and men----Donny had “forced” him to do.  The more elaborate they became, the more aroused Tom was.  His sweet and unassuming young son had become---no, turned into---a wanton lust machine.  Lying in bed at nights next to his snoring wife he sometimes fantasized bringing Billy to the plant and setting the boy loose on all his butch co-workers.  It seemed to him that Billy would need little encouragement in tackling that burly group after some of the paces devilish Donny had put him through. 

If Donny hadn’t set this all into motion Billy would probably still be the eager, likeable high school student.  Then the incident in the motel would never have happened.  Father and son would never have known each other in a carnal fashion.  But even accepting these occurrences Donny still may have uncovered his affair with Dottie.  Without Billy as his lackey he would have found some other way to torment Tom.  There was no question about it: Donny needed to be handled for once and for all.

 

It was the wife’s night out with the girls.  They usually went to dinner, then a show and drinks afterward.  She would be out of the house for a good for hours.  Long enough for Tom to do what he had planned.   Everything hinged on Donny being home, which wasn’t often.  Luck was with him.  The bruiser took his dinner in his room and, by the sounds of labored breathing through the door, had fallen asleep.  Tom alerted Billy that everything was a “go.” 

Shortly after the Mrs left to meet her cackling friends Donny came down the stairs, stretching and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.  He sauntered into the kitchen, opened the fridge and peered inside.  Having waited in the darkness of the living room Tom followed.  Taking a deep breath he came up behind the boy.

“Donny,” he said, “we need to talk.”

Donny jumped, then gave Tom a shove.  “What the fuck!  Sneakin’ up on me like that!”

Tom had a hot temper but he managed to control his anger.  He spread his hands out defensively.  “Sorry, son, I didn’t mean to.”

“Son?” Donny mimicked.  “Since when do you call me son?”

Tom shrugged his broad shoulders.  “Since last week, I guess.   You’ve got me by the balls.  I have to hand it to you.  But we need to talk about, you know, where it goes from here.”

Donny snorted.  “What goes on from here is you doin’ everything and anything I tell you from now on.  Got it, Pops?  Matter of fact, I’m goin’ out tonight.”  He held out his hand.  “Gimme a fifty.”

Tom glanced at the boy’s extended paw, swallowed hard and looked up into his smirking face.  Control, Tom, don’t lose your control.  That wasn’t an easy thing for him.  Tom reached into his back pocket, extracted the wallet and rifled through the bills.  “All’s I got is twenties.”

“Then I’ll take sixty,” Donny smiled sarcastically.  Tom took out the three twenty dollar bills and laid them on the kitchen table.  “Matter of fact,” Donny added, “I’m gonna be needing a weekly allowance from now on.  Say about two hundred.”

The color drained from Tom’s face and he clenched his fists to his sides.  The little blackmailing sonofabitch!  “All right, son.  I’ll see what I can do.”

“No,” Donny scowled.  “You fuckin’ do it, old man!”  His index finger poked Tom in the chest with each word. 

Oh, how Tom wanted to take the fucker in a headlock and beat shit out of him.  But he somehow managed to maintain his composure.  “Sit down, son,” he said calmly.  “Let’s have a beer and come to a, you know, compromise.”

“No fuckin’ compromisin’,” Donny sniggered, retrieving that damnable phone from his back pocket and waving it in front of Tom’s face.  “I say, you do.  Otherwise all this video goes public.  Now bring me that fuckin’ beer.”  He kicked a chair out from under the table and threw himself into it.  With his troublesome son’s back to him Tom’s face clouded.   He wanted to club the ruffian across the back of the head, throw him to the floor and pound the tar out of him.  Instead he turned to the fridge and removed the twin bottles he had earlier placed on the top shelf.  It was good Donny was facing away from him and bantering on.

“Look at you, big bad Tom, tryin’ to butter me up with a brew,” Donny scoffed.  “It ain’t gonna change nothin’.  In fact, you’re gonna be waitin’ on me any time I want.  Think I’ll be joinin’ the rest of the fam for dinner from now on and havin’ you serve me a beer in front of the bitch you’re cheating on.”

Tom was glad Donny was talking, shit as it was.  That way he might not detect the top popping on one beer but not the other, the one he had opened earlier.  Let the troublemaker talk smack while he could.  That would be changing very soon. 

Tom placed the happy hour special in front of Donny and took a seat at the opposite side of the circular table.  Donny grinned with satisfaction, tipped the chair back on its back legs and casually threw a stockinged foot up on the table as he took a long draw of the frosty beer.  His smugness infuriated Tom.  The kid acted as if he was the king of the castle, not Tom. 

“By the way, last week, while you were fucking your son, you know, Billy,” Donny was dragging his story out, really sticking the knife to his father, “my buddy Bones, he works the front desk at that shit hole where you do your fucking, he was banging Dottie.  You know Dottie, your whore.  Mr. Brewster’s wife.  Your work buddy, Mr. Brewster.  Said for an old lady she was a pretty good lay.  She might not be wanting your old dick anymore.  Bones says he wants her to be his bitch-on-the-side.”  Donny grinned and took another swig from the bottle. 

“She gives pretty good head, too,” Tom volunteered, wanting to keep Donny talking.  “And swallows.  Ed, he don’t satisfy the bitch anymore.  He’s got himself another piece of ass anyhow. “

Donny pointed the neck of the beer bottle towards Tom.  “You tryin’ to tell me Mr. B won’t give a shit about you banging his old lady?  I ain’t buyin’ it, Tom.  If you wasn’t shit scared of me sending that video to him you wouldn’t have gone along with everything else.” 

Tom took a slug from his beer and shrugged.  “You’re right.  It’s not like me or Dottie want him to know.  Don’t want your mother to know, neither.  Like I said, Donny-boy, you really have me in a fix.  Whatever you want, I’ll do.  Just so long as you keep your end of the bargain.”

“What if I tell you to lick my boots clean.  While I’m wearin’ ‘em?”  Donny proposed.

“Anything,” Tom replied.

“Wash my car?

“Anything.”

“Clean my room?”

“Anything.”

“Fuck Mom while I video it?”

Tom thought about that for a moment.  “Only if you do it so that she doesn’t know.”

Donny threw back his head, hooted and gulped down the remains of his bottle.  “Get me another one,” he barked.  Tom complied.  Got one for himself, too.

Donny looked up at the ceiling, rocking back in the chair and contemplating.  “Let’s see.  I know!  How about eating out my ass like I seen you eat Dottie’s cunt.  Just after I take a shit.”

Tom swallowed hard.  The miserable bastard.  “I already told you, son.  Anything you want.”

“Would you suck my dick?  Lick my sweaty balls right after work?”

Tom fought hard to maintain his calm façade.  He couldn’t find the words.  Instead he nodded in the affirmative.

“Would you suck Billy’s dick?”  he asked with one cocked brow.

“Of course,” Tom immediately replied. 

Donnie was enjoying himself immensely.  “I know!  There’s a gay bar out in the boonies I took Billy to.” Tom already knew about it; Billy had told him about the parking lot shenanigans Donny had coerced on him.  “Would you get dressed up in leather, like say a vest and chaps, no ass, and pick up a fag?”

“I would do that,” Tom said slowly.  He saw that Donny was beginning to perspire, just a little for now.  But he knew Donny would become uncomfortable very soon.  Donny was already tugging at the collar of his heavy metal band t-shirt. 

“Would you fuck the fag out in the lot?”

“Yes.”

“Would you let him, or them, fuck you?”

“Sure as shit,” Tom agreed.  “Never had nothin’ up my ass before, but Dottie sure likes it.”  Now daring to venture, knowing that Donny’s superior position was close to ending, “How ‘bout you, Donny?”

“Huh?” Donny was wiping his brow, trying to focus.  All of a sudden things were becoming blurry.  “How ‘bout me what?”

“You ever gotten fucked up the ass?” Tom asked matter-of-factly.

“No!  I ain’t no fuckin’ fag!” Donny declared, wiping his brow with the back of his hand.  “Motherfucker!  Why is it so hot in here all of a sudden?”

Tom pretended to ignore the question.  “Never know, Donny.  A hot sweaty, hairy man on top of you ramming his big cock in and out of your asshole.  You might like it.”

“What the fuck?” Donny bellowed.   The kitchen seemed to be shimmering, like the surface of a pond when you skip rocks.  He blinked his eyes, seeing two, now three, images of his father.  He tried to rise but found his legs were like jelly.  “Wh-what’s goin’ on?”

It was Tom’s turn to be smug.  He sat back calmly in his chair.  “Ever hear of a roofie, you dumb fuck? “

“Y-you spiked my fuckin’ beer?”  Donny shouted, flabbergasted. 

“That’s right, you fuckin’ weasel,” Tom snorted.  “Enough to take you out of commission for hours.”

“NO!” Donny cried.  He grasped the edge of the table and used all his strength to lift himself to a standing position.  “Fuckin’ tricked me!  I-I’ll get you for this.”  He attempted to reach for his phone resting on the table but Tom deftly snatched it up. 

“Look who’s got the evidence now,” Tom mocked him.

“F-fuck you!  Got it backed up on my laptop.”

“Thanks for letting me know, stupid.”

Donny was swaying, stumbling and drooling from the mouth.  His t-shirt was drenched with abundant sweat.  Just as he was near to losing his balance Tom came over and threw the boy across his shoulder.  Donny was like a rag dog, helpless and vulnerable.  Donny was a big strong one, but so was Tom.  He effortlessly carried the boy upstairs to his bedroom and tossed him across the mattress.  Donny lay on his back with the room spinning around him.  “Get you.  Swear, I’ll get you,” he mumbled over and over. He hardly felt Tom ripping his clothes from him, leaving him completely nude in his bed.  He was unable to fight back when his father produced cords of clothesline rope and shackled his wrists to the bed posts behind him.  Then his legs were being spread and lifted, rope secured around his ankles and also tied to the bedpost with somewhat more slack.  He wasn’t folded into a pretzel but his brown shit eye was lewdly exposed in this position. 

Even in his drugged state Donny attempted to resist.  But he soon discovered any effort was fruitless.  Tom was talking, but he barely understood a word.  Something about him being a no-account, trash and disgrace to the Wilson name.  Pretty much the usual.  Then how smart and good Billy was and how he had soiled him.  As if on cue Billy came into the room.  As if one wasn’t bad enough, Donny saw two of him in a sort of haze which made him look almost angelic.  Donny squinted and tried to focus.  His baby brother was dressed only in tightie whities and carrying a paper bag.

“Find the laptop.  I’ve got his phone,” Tom told his good son.  Billy already knew that Donny always secured it under his bed.  Retrieving it he presented the computer to Tom, who informed him of the video backup.  Billy set to work wiping the laptop clean and removing the hard drive.  After he had completed the task Tom handed him Donny’s smartphone and ordered him to do the same.  Donny feebly strained against his bonds.  Billy went about the task, although he had a hard time keeping his eyes off his trussed-up brother.  Big bad Donny looked quite the sight, bound and naked.  It was nice to see him defenseless for a change. 

After all the damning evidence had been washed away Tom ground the phone to pieces with the heel of his work boot and bashed the laptop screen.  Billy breathed a sigh of relief.  Donny no longer had a hold over him.  Or Tom. 

“All gone, you little motherfucker,” Tom gloated.  “What have you got now, huh?  Nothin’, that’s what you’ve got.  Now it’s time to teach you a hard lesson.  You don’t fuck with Tom Wilson!”  As he spoke he was removing his belt from the loops of his jeans and moving to the foot of the bed where his troublesome son was splayed out before him.  Donny saw him in triplicate through terrified eyes.  Tom coiled the belt, raised his powerful arm and lashed it against one of Donny’s exposed ass cheeks.  Donny winced, although barely feeling it through his drug haze.  Tom repeated the whipping to the other cheek.  He was using all his strength to whip the degenerate.  Billy saw the red marks left behind by the lashing and, under other circumstances, might have felt sorry for his brother.  When Tom’s next strike landed directly on Donny’s wink hole the teen-man thrashed against his bonds.  Clearly he had felt that one.  Snarling sadistically, Tom repeated the same action again and again.  His aim was true.  Donny’s shitter pulsed and retracted with each stinging strike. 

When he was satisfied with his handiwork Tom dropped the belt.  He directed his attention to Billy, not failing to notice the raging hardon poking against the front of the boy’s briefs.  They had earlier discussed the sequence of events.  So far everything was going according to plan.  Billy stepped forward with his bag of tricks in hand and retrieved a jar of salve.  His young heart was palpitating as he stood less than an arm’s length away from his evil brother’s naked body.  Placing the bag with its remaining contents to one side of the bed he twisted the lid of the jar and dipped his fingers.  Retrieving a healthy dose he crawled onto the bed, tentatively reached forward and began rubbing the stuff onto Donny’s swollen ass lips.  Donny attempted to tell him to get away but it all came out a garbled mess.  Tom was relieved he’d dosed the boy with just enough of the drug to render him defenseless, but  not unconscious. 

Billy made his brother’s asshole slick and shiny with the lubricant.  He was a bit apprehensive.  If Donny somehow came out of his drugged state and broke his bonds he would really nail Billy for what he was doing.  But the more he remembered some of the seamier things Donny had made him do the opportunity at having the upper hand for a change was worth the risk.  Tom barked orders while taunting Donny and Billy eagerly obeyed.  Dipping into the grease once again he brought two fingers to Donny’s hole and worked the stuff inside.  Donny’s sphincter was tight as a drum but Billy diligently prodded through.  His double digits broke the seal and slipped into Donny’s virgin hole.  Giddy with excitement he began stroking his own dick as he cork screwed his fingers around inside his brother, stretching them apart to spread Donny’s asshole wider.

Donny barely felt a thing.  He was conscious of how the kid was violating him but it felt no worse than a gentle touch.   He tossed his head, trying to ward off the dizziness and shifting images.  At one moment there was a blurry, fair-haired brother between his spread thighs and the next there were two.  Then they were morphing together in a seemingly liquid fashion.  Terrible Tom stood to the side of Billy, egging him on, it seemed.  At times the tortured son saw three of him.  Donny let his head drop back and closed his eyes to ward off the whirling images.   They would have to release him eventually.  And oh, boy, when they did….

Billy was freely fucking his fingers in and out of Donny’s ass now.  Really getting into it he used his free hand to slap big brother’s hinds.  With Tom’s encouragement he became more aggressive, really wailing against Donny’s firm glute as he added a third finger to the mix.  “Bad boy, Donny,” he muttered each time his open palm rose and fell.  It was exhilarating leveling punishment upon the big bully.  But it wasn’t enough.  A memory of that night in the bunker with a pack of abusive Aryans and what their leader had done to him while Donny gleefully watched prompted him to punch his clenched fist into the jar of goop.  Returning it to Donny’s ass he pressed against the greasy brown eye and twisted his wrist around and around, but there was no give.  Trying a different tactic he formed all five fingers into a cone and applied them to the target.  The tender ass lips had no choice but to give as he applied steady pressure, slipping inside to the third knuckle.  With tongue hanging out one side of his mouth and working his outer cheek Billy determinedly slipped his entire hand into his brother’s rectum.  As the greasy hole snapped down around his wrist he tightened his hand into a fist and began punch-fucking Donny. 

This Donny felt, although not as much as he might have had he not been under the influence of the potent roofie.  There was an incredible fullness in his nether regions he had never felt before.  Lifting his head and opening his eyes he was able to see enough to know that Billy was fisting him.  He moaned, he groaned, he feebly fought against his bonds.  No, No!  This could not be happening to him!  Billy looked like a deranged wild boy between the spread of his legs twisting his hand in and out of his ass.  The little brat was totally enjoying defiling him!  It seemed to be going deeper and deeper, clear up into his belly.  He was almost grateful for the drug, which seemed to have effectively numbed every part of him.  Tom watched with wide-eyed wonder as Billy took full advantage of this opportunity.  The kid had over half his forearm up inside Donny’s asshole!  And he certainly wasn’t taking it easy on Donny.  He was shoving his limb in and out with real gusto.  It looked like Donny’ s insides were being sucked out when he yanked back, the clenched fist spreading the other boy’s asshole incredibly wide.  Surprisingly, in spite of himself, Donny’s cock had thickened and lengthened and was now at full mast.  Billy back handed it, slapping the fuck out of Donny’s dick, while fist fucking his wrecked hole.

“Get on board and fuck him,” Tom soon commanded.  “Fuck him over the way he’s fucked you.  Tear up his ass!  Show his no mercy!”  In a shot Billy yanked his arm from Donny’s hole, jumped up into position---and hesitated.  He was consumed by nervous anticipation and a trace of fear.  After all, Donny would eventually come out of his stupor and there would be hell to pay for what he had already done.  Actually fucking him would only be adding fuel to an already blazing fire.  On the other hand, after all Donny had put him through the past few months, regardless of the outcome, Billy deserved retribution.  He wasn’t alone in this anymore; he had his father’s protection.  And if Daddy told him to fuck Donny, well, good boys listened to their daddies. 

Quivering with excitement Billy shoved his eight inch Wilson cock into his brother’s freshly formed pussy.  While the sensation was dulled by his drugged state, Donny knew Billy had shoved his dick up his ass.  In fact, Billy appeared in triplicate through his impaired vision.  Three Billy’s with three cocks wedged down his tunnel.   Donny attempted to rail against his bonds, did his best to vocalize his anger, but it proved to be wasted effort.  Through a fog he could hear Tom, the bastard, egging Billy on. 

“Ain’t you pissed off by what that piece of shit made you do?  Sucking all that nigger dick and getting fucked by them no-good Nazi lovers?  If that ain’t enough think about them old men in that nursing home.  Sendin’ you to school with that thing up your ass and embarassin’ hell out of you in front of your buddies.   Donny made you do them things!  Donny tried to make you as filthy as he is ‘cos he couldn’t stand that you’re better than him.  Don’t that make you angry, boy?  Now fuck him with all the anger you have in you!”  

Daddy was right.  Billy knew somewhere along the line he had lost himself.  And he doubted he could ever recapture the boy he once was---if he even wanted to.  He would always be marked.  While doing his best to degrade and humiliate him Donny had unwittingly turned him into a hungry cock lover.  The wholesome clean-cut teen he had previously been was now a pig for deviant sex.  There was no going back. 

He supposed he should be thankful Donny had introduced him to something he would never have previously considered.  But Donny didn’t have to do some of the things he did.  Donny wasn’t trying to do him a favor.  He was using him as whipping boy for his complicated relationship with their father.  It wasn’t Billy’s fault.  It had never been his fault.  Donny was, always had been and always would be, the bad son.  Did he deserve a dose of his own medicine?  Damn right, he did!

Billy’s eyes roamed over the sweat slicked older boy whose asshole his dick was plugged into.  Donny was actually a stunner, if you liked the tough guy type.  Thick, dark hair, handsome face with a shadow of stubble, eyes normally smoky and brown but now glazed with intoxication and a muscular body.  With his arms bound backward his bi and triceps were flexed and his teenage armpits were exposed, revealing tufts of dark hair.  Except for a thatch of hair between the swell of his pecs and surrounding their fat nipples his well-developed chest was otherwise smooth.  His gut was hard and tight, despite the volumes of beer he consumed, with a trail of hair beginning above his indented navel, circling around and leading down to his groin.  Much as he might not like to hear it, Donny’s cock was a twin of his fathers, a fat majestic beaut of over eight solid inches. His legs, now spread out and straining, were thick and strong coated with hair with knee down.  His bare feet were large and with chunky toes.  Billy licked his lips, suddenly feeling the need to tongue the web and suck on them. 

“What you waitin’ for, son?” Tom barked.  Daddy truly was a low-rent brute.  But Billy loved him.  Now more than ever.    While Tom claimed never to have fucked a boy before, he had certainly taken to it with avid enthusiasm.  “Your mother ain’t gonna be out all night.  And we just gettin’ started with this shithead.”

Donny barely heard him.  He was floating on a cloud.  If his eyes were able to see he might have been frightened by the sudden look of determination from his younger brother.  Billy pulled back until his fat dick head was taunting the lips of Donny’s asshole and then, clenching his teeth, slammed it back in.  The force caused Donny to grunt.  It was a deep, manly sound which further excited Billy.  His eyes ablaze with enthusiasm he proceeded to roughly fuck his mean older brother’s ass.  He fucked full-throttle, hard and deep.  He thought of each filthy thing Donny had required of him and pounded him even harder.  It was a down and dirty grunge fuck.  He soared straight through Donny’s virgin ditch.  He fucked up against the right quarters of his tunnel, then the left.  He rammed his head far up into his brother’s tight womb, enjoying being in control of the not-so-longer-tough guy,  Donny’s squirming pussy felt awesome clinging to his battering dick.  He had every desire to hurt Donny so he totally threw himself into it.  He wanted to fuck him so hard that he hurt for at least a week.  If not more.  His exertions had him sweating, perspiration dripping from his nose and chin onto Donny’s heaving body.  In spite of himself, Donny’s dick was ramrod stiff and quite enticing.  Without losing a fuck beat, Billy wrapped his fist around it and began rapidly flogging his brother’s meat.

Satisfied with Billy’s performance Tom had stripped down and was prepared to render some justice of his own.  Stepping up onto the head of the bed, he carefully maneuvered around the bonds securing Donny and straddled his eldest while facing the youngest son.  Spreading his hairy ass cheeks apart he squatted over Donny’s face.  Donny wasn’t so far out of it that he didn’t realize what was coming.  He jerked his head from side to side attempting to avoid the inevitable.  Tom sat his ripe, sweaty asshole right down on Donny and ground it all over his son’s mug.  He rode Donny’s nose, mouth and chin, surprisingly enjoying the feel of Donny’s all-day stubble.  He worked up a fart and let it go.  Donny was being suffocated by his father’s ass.  Although he tried to keep his mouth closed, it was a futile effort.  Just when he opened to catch a breath, mutter a protest, Tom’s shit hole was right there and his tongue had touched it.  Tom was cursing himself for having earlier taken a dump.  How fitting it would have been to shit right into this rotten kid’s mouth.  He momentarily wondered if that was something else Donny had made Billy do.  He had a feeling Billy hadn’t told him everything.  The horrid thought had him grinding even harder on Donny’s hidden face. 

Meanwhile, Billy was fucking with the stamina of youth and eyeing up his father’s fat hardon.  He whimpered when the piss hole spread and a drop of pre-cum oozed out.  Displaying an athlete’s dexterity he swooped down and took it into his mouth, sucking the head while he continued ramming Donny.  Tom was in pig daddy heaven with one son wedged between the cakes of his hairy ass while the other mouthed his tool.  Although he hated to give his older son any credit, Donny had apparently taught Billy well.  The kid was one hell of a great cocksucker.  If only he could get Donny to slip his tongue up his shitter right now.

Panting heavily Billy came off Daddy’s dick and resumed his former position.  His boy chest was heaving and his tit meat was fully erect.  With his eyeballs rolled upward, a look of sheer bliss on his face and his frame trembling Tom knew his kid was at the brink.  He remembered, barely, when he was that age and how hard it was to hold onto his load.  The upside was that in a few minutes Billy would be ready to go again.  “Go ahead, son!  Shoot your load up his ass!”  All it took was for Tom to reach out with one hand, latch onto a hard nipple and tweak it.  Billy’s entire frame shuddered and, with a long and rising moan, his teen dick exploded.  He jerked, he heaved and sighed as gobs of fuck juice throbbed from his deeply buried cock and christened Donny’s warm, clutching insides.  He was seeding his brother, that son-of-a-so-and-so.  Knocking the fucker up.  Turning Donny into his bitch.  Donny thrashed, feeling each pulse of his brother’s dick and aware of what was happening.  He attempted to shout out but instead got a mouthful of Tom’s wet ass.  He swore to himself that he would kill the both of them first chance he got.  He might be down, but he wasn’t out.  Not yet.

Or so he thought.

Billy kept himself inside his brother long after he’d sowed his final seed, ecstatic with the knowledge of what he’d accomplished.  He’d just fucked Donny!  His sperms were swimming around inside of Donny!  His face lit up with a wide smile and he chuckled with satisfaction.  It hardly evened the score but right now if was good enough for him.  Purposely slowly he drew his still-hard cock out of Donny’s hole, which snapped shut once evacuated.  But a trickle of cum managed to escaped the gathered lips.  Billy was ready to get down there, lick it up and eat Donny out for a while but Tom had left his perch and was shouldering him out of the way. 

“My turn, kid,” he snarled in a deep, commanding voice.  “Watch how it’s done.”

Tom got his big, hairy dad bod between the lewd spread of his eldest’s thighs, held his cock around the base and pressed the head against the bung.  Throwing his muscle into it he speared his eight-and-one-half inches down to the balls in Donny’s tough twat with one gut-wrenching shove.  His cock pulsed excitedly as it felt Billy’s warm cum load surrounding it.  It was downright nasty, fucking one son with the other’s jizz.  Tom ground his back teeth as he savagely fucked the unruly teen.  He was relentless, desirous of causing Donny pain, not pleasure.  His thrusts were steady and powerful, his hairy groin slapping against the bound ruffian, causing Donny’s thighs to tremble.  Billy was all wide-eyed excitement and wonder watching Tom’s manly technique.  Daddy was a real stud and Billy wanted to be fucked just like that from now on.

Donny let out a long, mournful wail when his eyes focused and saw it was Tom battering his butt.  The old man looked a crazed, untamed predator hell bent on tearing up his hole.  He was practically snarling as he drove his dick in and out with ferocious, lighting speed. 

“That’s for tryin’ to shake me down,” Tom growled as he pounded deep, making Donny grunt.  “That’s for turning your brother into a cock pig,” he announced with another punch which knocked the wind from Donny.  Each time he thrust into him he articulated another reason.  After years of Donny’s misdeeds there were many of them.  This could go on all night.

Donny’s tortured moan was becoming longer and deeper.  “Shove your dick in his mouth,” Tom commanded, “to shut him the fuck up.”  Billy looked shocked.  Dare he?   He wanted to.  And, after all, he had daddy’s permission.  

Billy scrambled behind Donny’s head, grabbed a fistful of his thick locks and roughly yanked it back.  Being aggressive was a real kick.  Especially with Donny.  Daddy approved of his action.  Billy pushed the underside of his cock down against Donny’s face, rubbed it all around and pressed the head to his lips.  When Donny failed to comply Tom grabbed his nuts by the base, squeezed tight and twisted the sac.  “Open your fuckin’ mouth.  And if you bite him I swear I’ll rip your nuts off.”  He squeezed again and Donny cried out.  Billy took advantage of the opportunity and shoved his dick into his brother’s mouth.  Donny choked and coughed but Tom had him, literally, by the balls.  Giggling giddily, Billy yanked Donny’s head back even farther and started fucking him in the mouth.

Donny wasn’t sure what he was feeling.  At times, everything felt numb.  He’d been high before, many times, but nothing felt like this.   They could do whatever they wanted with him and he was powerless to stop them.   He was gagging on his brother’s dick.  Or at least he thought he was.  Sometimes he felt it; other times, not so much.  Tom was tearing him a new asshole, fucking him like a beast and calling him all sort of demeaning names.  Every time he shoved in his cock head hit something inside of Donny which made him shiver all over.  It was a weird sensation he had never felt before.  He wasn’t about to give in to it, but that part felt pretty fuckin’ good.  Was making his toes curl and his hairs stand on end.  Between his rotten father and sneaky brother he was already sure he would be shitting his pants for the next several days.  How had he allowed them to dupe him?  Everything was going perfectly.  Once, just once, he had let his defenses down, accepted that beer, and the tables had turned.   At least no one was taking video.  Or, at least, he didn’t think they were.  He was so fucked up he wasn’t sure exactly what was going on from one moment to the next.

Billy eyed Donny’s heavily pulsing dick and just couldn’t resist.  He kicked back his legs, assumed a push up position over his muscular brother and hastily swallowed his cock.  Donny nearly bolted upright when he felt himself enveloped in the wet warmth of a sucking mouth.  He huskily gasped and, in doing so, his throat opened just enough for Billy to break through and deep throat fuck him.   Billy’s tight little ass was bouncing up and down as he rapidly thrust his dick in and out of big brother’s straining gullet.  Donny desperately wanted to cough it up and out but was too weakened to accomplish the act.  He had no choice but to lie there nearly zombified while father and son gayed him.  Tom was railing at his asshole, Billy was rabbit-fucking his face and hoovering his cock and he had to take it.  Although he would never admit it, even to himself, he understood the meaning of humiliation.  Kudos, Terrible Tom, you rotten fuck.  Mission accomplished.

Tom fucked like a runaway train, ramming his dad cock in and out of Donny’s straight asshole.  From his vantage point Billy was mere inches away from the sight of his thick father cock plunging his brother’s rear.  In that split second Tom yanked back he could even see the coating of his own cum on his dad’s big, manly dick.  Every time Tom punched into Donny’s guts his dick pulsed in Billy’s working mouth.  Billy knew daddy was really mashing that joy nub in his brother’s hole.  Yum, he wanted a taste.  Spitting out Donny’s dick he looked up at his strong, hairy father through no-longer-innocent eyes while holding his mouth open.  Tom took the hint.  Yanking out of Donny’s cunt h held Billy by the back of the head with both hands and shoved his cock into the hungry boy’s mouth.  Billy sucked and slurped on daddy’s dick, moaning appreciatively as he lapped up the combined flavors of Tom’s meat, his own discharge and Donny’s ass juices.  Tom fucked down into Billy’s throat for a short while, abruptly pulled out and charged back into Donny’s fuck hole.  Billy returned to Donny’s dick, even more ravenously this time.  Despite himself Donny was groaning around his mouthful of Billy’s prick, which threatened to leave him with one hell of a sore throat tomorrow.

Donny’s tender ass and throat were ravaged for some time before his cock betrayed him.  Not wanting either of them to think he actually liked this shit he desperately attempted to fight the oncoming orgasm.  But it was a useless effort.  His ball bag contracted, his body lurched and the first blast of cum roared up through the length of his dick and discharged into Billy’s sucking maw.  Having realized Donny was getting close Billy had come up off the tasty dick so he could relish the flavor of his wicked brother’s cum.  He sucked even harder, gulping and swallowing as Donny’s balls released wave after wave of succulent semen.  

An Independence Day fireworks spectacular was going off in Donny’s head as he came.  He was sure it was the effects of the drug, but he had never before felt anything quite like it.  Fuck if his little brother didn’t suck a mean cock!  Right now he didn’t even care that his father was roughly chugging away in his asshole.  He felt like he was on the wave of a hallucinogenic high.  Billy sucked Donny dry just before his own body began quivering and stiffening.  With a small cry muffled by Donny’s dick he pulled back from Donny’s throat and began pumping brother juice into the older boy’s mouth.  Donny feebly attempted to spit him out, revolted by what was happening, but Billy remained steadfast.  One hot load after another filled Donny’s face hole to overload.  He choked and sputtered but had little choice other than to swallow the creamy cum.  Once sated Billy pumped his dick through Donny’s gullet, churning his own load and pushing it down into the older teen’s throat.  ‘Eat my load, you miserable fuck,’ he thought as he force fed his big bro.

Having never lost a fuck beat throughout it all Tom eventually felt the roaring in his ears, the thunder in his loins and knew the pinnacle of vengeance was at hand.  Mashing his pelvis flush with Donny’s split he screwed up his face in a mean scowl, bellowed like a wounded animal, threw his head back on broad shoulders and fired away.  The pulsating cock fired one bullet after another into Donny’s new cunt.  He could actually feel them pelting inside him.  Fucking Tom was sperming him!  Tom growled and swore as load after load of creamy baby makers blasted from his wide piss hole and soaked the straining insides of his eldest son.  Billy was wide eyed with wonder as he observed his father.  Daddy looked so fucking hot as he came. Billy wished he could have had some of it.  Maybe later.

Tom appeared out of breath after the final surge.  After pulling out he smacked Donny’s ass really hard, shoved a few fingers in his wrecked hole and screwed them around, wiped them off on the tortured boy’s spread inner thigh and stepped back.  “Wow, Daddy,” Billy remarked gleefully.  “You sure did fuck him!”

Tom merely nodded, wiped the back of a hand across his mouth and told the boy, “Get him the hell in here.”

Him?  Donny was alert enough to have heard. Eager Billy was jumping up off him.  He knew there was cum oozing out of his mouth, his nostrils, probably out his asshole as well.  The motherfuckers had gay raped him.  They’d pay.  Oh boy, would they pay.  But what was this shit about “him?”

Billy was gone for only a few moments.  When he returned he wasn’t alone.  Doped Donny lifted his head.  He saw two figures, one much smaller than the other.  Billy.  Donny squinted his eyes and tried to focus.  Slowly the larger form began to take shape.  Donny’s orbs shot wide when he recognized the newcomer.  Standing there shifting his weight from one foot to the other and rubbing his hands together was the mentally deficient teen, Scratch.  The dim wit’s eyes sparkled with excitement as they feasted on the sight before him. 

“Why is Donny tied up?” he asked, repeating it twice.

“I told you, Scratchie.  It’s the game we’re playing.  You know, like on TV.  Cops and robbers.  Donny’s the robber.  You’re the cop.  But instead of arresting him, you’re going to fuck him.  Like you do,” Billy caught himself, shot his father a quick glance and corrected, “like you did with me.”

All this time Scratch had been secreted in Billy’s bedroom, watching cartoons on the television set.  Billy had promised him they were going to play a special game if he stayed there quietly until he came for him.  Scratch liked Billy.  Billy was nice to him.  Billy liked for him to fuck him.  Billy’s brother and friends had taught him how to fuck.  And Scratch liked it.  A lot.   

Donny was terrified.  Scratch was smooth skinned from the waist up, but down below he was like a horse.  His legs and thighs were coated with dark hair and his cock was abnormally huge.  The head was the size of Donny’s fist, frighteningly thick with huge, pulsing veins and almost as long as his arm.  His eyes were on Donny’s dripping asshole.  As he licked his thick lips like the eight-year-old he would forever be with a banana split laid out before him, his bestial cock was swiftly rising.

Donny fought the drug with all he had.  He railed at his bonds and cried out in protest.  “See?” Billy said, thinking quickly.  “That’s what thieves do when they get caught.  Donny plays the part of thief well, doesn’t he, Scatchie?”

“He surely do, he surely do!” Scratch liked this game.  Donny made for a good thief.  And he was going to be even better as his punisher.

Tom snatched up Donny’s briefs from the floor and crudely stuffed them in the bound boy’s mouth.  This made Scratch even more exuberant.  This game was going to be so much fun!  Tom’s jaw dropped when he took a gander at Scratch’s fully erect monstrosity.  Billy hadn’t been kidding.  The damned thing was inhuman!

Billy rubbed the palm of his hand over the plump head of the humongous thing and worked his pinky finger into the flaring slit.  Scratch smelled.  He always smelled.  No personal hygiene whatsoever.  But with the cock on him, who cared?  After that first time, certainly not Billy.  “Go get that no good  burglar, Scratch.  Teach him a lesson!”

Scratch jumped up and down, clapped his hands together and made haste to the bed.  Donny’s muffled scream sent chills through both Billy and Tom.  Scratch knew nothing about foreplay.  All he knew was to fuck.  And fuck hard.  It took less than a minute for Donny to lose consciousness. 

 

                                                                                         Epilogue

 

A few weeks after the motel fiasco Dottie Brewster learned she was pregnant.  She knew it wasn’t Ed’s.  They hadn’t fucked in months.  The only other possibilities included Tom Wilson.  And Bones.  Tom had always used protection.  Not as if that provided any guarantee.  Dottie had watched enough daytime television to know she had to get Ed to screw her.  And fast.  She got him good and toasted one night, climbed atop him and let nature take its course.  When the baby came she told him she had delivered early.  Ed never questioned otherwise.  As the boy matured he often wondered why there was no resemblance between them.  Ed Jr. grew to be a tall, thin boy much like his real father.  Except for the tattoos and piercings.  At least, not yet.

Tom Wilson took out a loan for Billy’s college tuition.  It wasn’t the grandiose University Billy had dreamed of, but his standards had lowered.  The community college boasted a positive job placement for graduating students.  The summer before leaving Billy took a job at the old folk’s home where he was “trained” by Horace.  Dr. Schulman was pleased to have him.  And have him.  And have him.  With big Daddy taking care of the financial end of school Billy no longer pursued his short-lived sex-for-pay career.  He figured it had already gotten him in enough trouble.  But he did spend some time at the Aryan farmhouse, the drug dealer’s den and the parking lot outside the gay roadhouse.  Tom always anticipated Billy’s visits home during school breaks when he and his good boy could become reacquainted.  Without the wife around. 

Billy graduated at the top of his class and went on to become a successful business man, then CEO of a prestigious company.  He married the boss’ daughter and had two children, boys who he treated with equal affection.   They seemed to be an ideal family.  Billy had it all: an attractive, intelligent and loving wife, two great kids and, occasionally on those out-of-town business trips, some cock on the side.

No one heard from Donny after that fateful night.  In the morning he was gone, as was all the cash from Tom’s wallet and Mary’s purse.  His abandoned car was later recovered at the train station.  The consensus among those who gave half a shit was that, for some reason, Donny had gone off to New York City, a good place to disappear. 

Only Tom and Billy knew exactly what that reason was. 

THE END