Take Down

Iwas what you might call a mean kid. A sonofabitch in the making oralready made depending on how high or low your standards were.Already oversized when I was twelve, by seventeen I was a solid5'11", thick rather than pudgy, all of that gained from workingwith my Dad and Uncle in their roofing business. Also made me catagile, I could carry a fifty pound load of asphalt shingles rightdown the crown of a pitched roof balanced on one shoulder. At firstthe men worried about me, afraid I might be too fragile, too young-Iwas way underage to do the sort of work I was doing, if anyone caredto check but no one did. My attitude which was one step below fuckyou and one above get fucked was welcome on the job as it matched theother men perfectly...after one month, they forgot my age and, afterwork, took me to the saloon with them where my Dad and my Unclealways stood me a round. 

HighSchool. For all the above,  actually in spite of it,  I was a wayabove average student who resisted being put in accelerated classesas, frankly, I didn't have the time for them. I'm not sure whether Ifound wrestling or wrestling found me in that I was on the fullgallop from the back door to my truck and on to get a few hours ofwork; It was almost summer and we could work until eight, maybe nineeasy. Coach Cole was also coming out and, well, who fell over whom isjust a matter of witness statements if there'd been any. Bothlaughed, I apologized, he checked me for bruises, I don't bruise sothat was a no brainer. I've met direct men and he was the mostpenetrating. 

"Yougotta name and why don't I see it on my wrestling team?"

"Luke,Sir, Luke Quinn and it's not there because I work after school, onweekends and whenever else I can; Also, I don't know how the fuck towrestle. That answer you, Sir?"

"Ilike the 'Sir' and I love the attitude, not hostile, just hard,gritty, that'll stand you in good as time goes on. But now...."He whirled me around, pushed me against a wall and pinned me there,using his hands on my shoulders..."You are going to learn towrestle, here, now and with me. Got it? Take off your boots and yourshirt..."

Idid and he peeled also. It was warm so that left me with my socks, myshorts and a jock. "Sir..."

"Shutup. Now, come off that wall and at me, I don't give a flying fuckhow, you're going at me, going to take me down, stomp on me or...I'lltake you down and stomp on your nuts so you won't need to date whileyou wrestle. Come on, NOW."

Ishould have seen the sucker bet come on but he riled me and suckeredme into it. Also, just then, I didn't know he was the wrestlingcoach. Took him about thirty seconds to flip me right over him,spread eagle me, face down, sit on my back, lean back with one fistand give my balls a good one. "Okay, you just made the team.I'll forgive you're being late today, audition takes time. About thejob, work when you can, you're in high school, not the labor pool,need be I'll talk to your Dad....you do have a father?"

Spittinggrass and dirt from my mouth I said that, yeah, I had a Dad but hewasn't going to be happy, I was part of his crew, needed me.

"Son,how old are you?"

"Seventeer,cocksucker, not that it's any business of yours. Now get off me, fuckyour dumb wrestling, it's all fake shit anyway." I was strongfrom work and working out in the garage with my Dad and Uncle so itdidn't take much to pitch him off, pick up my shoes and start to walkaway. That was before the next take down. 

"Kid,I am not Vince Mac Mahon and this is for real. No ring girls, noadvertising just you and one other man in a circle trying to get whatI've got now, a take down." He reached back and son of a bitch,pounded my nuts again. I lay there breathing hard while he swiveledaround, sitting on me as if I were a park bench.

"Luke,before you try something else, let me tell you, you're whipped. I'mthe coach here and, before that I was the state champion at the NCAAUniversity level so lay there, breathe and listen. You are exactlywhat I want in a wrestler and a man. No smiles, all business and notafraid of anything. Only thing you don't have is training and that'swhy I exist. Fuckin' A, I think you're gonna be a top flightwrestler, at least for High school and if you won't let me or won'ttry, well, nothing I can do but say I tried." He got up, reacheddown, pulled me up and got right in my face. "Be in the gym inten..." And walked away.

Acar zoomed up to the job site, screeched in sideways and a man I'dseen a bit earlier hopped out. Mad, Jesus, he was double pissed. Wentup to Dad, put out his hand, they shook..."I'm Bill Cole,wrestling coach at the high school. I told, which one of you is hisfather, Okay, you, I told your kid to be in the gym ready to learn towrestle in ten minutes and now I find the sorry SOB here, working.What's the  deal, gentlemen? Didn't raise him to obey someone hisseniors?"

"Nowlisten, Coach Puke, I don't recall his ever saying anything aboutwrestling cuz if he had, he'd be there but, Mister, that's my kid andif he wants to work, well, you have no call on him. Sides, he hasthings in his future and do I look rich? No, so, sorry you wastedyour trip out here but he doesn't seem interested so..that's that."Dad turned away. Coles was puzzled, seemed to know something butwasn't sure....He walked toward me, got right in my face.

"Luke,I can and will fuck you better than both of them....want proof? Dropyour drawers and I'll prove it, here and now. Gentleman, get overhere, we're about to have a cock off, biggest one gets Luke." 

Colewas the only one with his meat hanging out; Dad and Jake just stoodthere, frozen in being told something that was true which they didn'twant anyone to know. To be fair, I'd never been raped, I wanted whatI got and continued wanting it. Got me mad, nasty, touchy as well asa great student. Caught between going home to be spreadeagled andfucked for a couple of hours, I'd chosen work, at least there wassomething there I wanted, a car and the work provided money. I lookeddown at Cole's cock....it was something worth looking at. 

"Well,you gentlemen in or keeping 'em zipped in which case I win and he'smine." We all stood there waiting for someone other than thecoach to do something.

"Youtake him but if you do, don't bring him back. I can get another pieceof ass, maybe even yours one day, cocksucker, but he's my son andwhatever we've done to him, he let us, always gave him the option tosay 'no'. Right son?"

Sometimesyou may be given an option that really doesn't exist; Yes, I couldhave said no and maybe it all would have stopped but there was adetail only one person realized, I liked being fucked and sucking but there was also one other thing I also wanted, to fuck and getsucked by them plus making them work for the privilege of letttingthem screw me. I looked up at the coach, reached over, put his cockback in his pants, put my head down then told him I'd follow him. Theslave again but this time...because I wanted to be. Cole wasn'thaving it that way, had me side by side with him as we walked to thecar. I never looked back.

"Howdid you know? No one did...."

"Well,Luke, there's an old school of thought, if you want something badlyenough, you may get it with a bit of work and  I wanted you. I don'twant a son, I want a man I can train to wrestle because that's apassion of mine, to give him the joy I had in winning plus train thatman to enjoy sex with me and only me. Your father and uncle just usedyour body with no thought to you or what might have made you happy.It was pretty obvious that every time your mother left your home forany period of time, you uncle showed up and just watching the lightin the windows it was obvious they were up in your room and nottutoring you in anything. Sometimes they were so sure that they'd notcompletely close the window shade....and I can climb a tree betterthan a squirrel." 

Ithought about a lot of things. I didn't dislike the coach, hell, Ibarely knew him. His promises of being a better fucker than Dad andJake...maybe, no basis for comparison but the wrestling part and nojob....."Sir, can you find me a job? I've been working to buysomething and I need to work to make money....please, Sir. You can doto me whatever you want, beat me, fuck me, whip me, I don't much carejust please, get me some work, doesn't matter, I'll do anything."

"Thisthing you want, you want it that bad?" I hung my head most of mymad for right then went away. "Yes Sir, that bad."

"Canyou tell me what it is?"

Ipanicked. "Please Sir, please, don't make me tell, it's not abad thing it's just, well, it's...."

"Itmeans a lot to you and if you tell someone else then....it won't meanso much."

Ijust looked down, didn't know what to say....He put his arms aroundme, held me...no one had ever done that before, no one. Just get upon all fours or open wide...."Don't you want to.,...fuck me orsomething? That's why you took me isn't it...?"

"Notthe only reason, maybe not even the principal reason, what I want youis to have something with a man you've never had, pleasure for bothof us. Not just used like a whore in a cheap motel with a ten spot onthe table when they left, at least they got something; What did youget? Not even paid for services rendered and that's not how it willbe here. At night I want you to sleep with me, get used to being witha man who wants you, admires you, has a goal for you that will makehim proud as well. Yeah, maybe wrestling wasn't what you had in mindbut, Luke, with your body, your aggressive attitude, your defensiveposture on life, those are things you can't teach a man. Some mighteven say it's the killer instinct and I wouldn't vote against yourtaking somebody out...and enjoying it. That's going to happen someday and it's probably going to save your life."

Iwas stunned, the man actually did care about me, seemed that way. Hewas promising me something I'd wanted for a long time, hated likefuck to admit it to myself, but..when he put his arm around myshoulder....only reason Dad or Jake did that was to get me onto aspace, my legs in the air and my fuck hole well greased and waiting.And, who knew, maybe he could fuck better than they could?

Inhis car headed back to school I had a practical moment which was theonly clothes I had were the ones I was wearing, whatever was in mylocker and...my truck, now, probably not going to be mine as it wasin Dad's name, he paid the insurance also...I was way under age todrive it; For some while I'd looked like an adult, acted like one,fought like one, worked like one...Ergo, I was regarded as an adult.Oh, and I could be fucked and suck like one....

Imentioned that. Cole said to not worry, he took me, he intended toprovide for me but the first clothes he wanted to see me in was awrestling singlet with nothing under it, just me, standing in frontof him, getting hard looking at him as he slowly peeled off hisclothes wondering what my reaction would be.

BillCole was a stud. No two ways about it. Was he the best looking manI'd ever seen? No. But who gave a fuck, he was built like a crossbetween a greyhound and a pit bull, my height, crew cut hair,probably a shaved chest, maybe whole body, hands that couldsubstitute for impact wrenches and as for his cock...if seeing ithanging out from his pants was any indication, that might be his bestpart, probably well worked out as God knows the rest of himwas....which made me think.

Inthe gym he had me strip, handed me a one piece wrestlers costume, hecalled it a singlet, and, as promised, had me stand in one placewhile he, slowly, standing ten feet from me, stripped. He was right,I got hot and hard, my dick slipped out the opening by my leg whichwas when he strolled across, got on his knees and sucked it,literally, sucked, my cock into his mouth. Just like a vacuumcleaner. One hand was working my balls while the other one just wentaround me, holding me....which was a good idea cuz as he licked andsucked and felt, I got wobbly, first time anyone had ever done thatto me, apart from my own jacking off, this didn't even begin to feelthe same. Only thing to do...pull off the singlet thing and let himhave my body, he'd wanted it, he got it.

I'dcome, fuck, I don't know how many times, usually when a cock was inme toying with my prostate. This was different, someone wanted me tocome , wanted me to drool my white stream in their mouth....wantedme....nobody ever did that 'cept to fuck me or get their dickemptied. Nobody. And, dammit, I cried not only because it felt goodbut because he wanted it to feel good and it did. The pace sloweddown while he adjusted his position taking my dick out of his mouthand having me move it to his ass. He was up on his knees, splittinghis chute, waiting for me. “Luke, however you want me, that's howit'll be. Hard, rough, deep...anything...you want me tied up? Strungup? This is for you as it always will be from now on. My body is foryou to enjoy just as I'll teach you to enjoy yours....you've neverhad love or affection with sex, you've just been fucked....and that'snot much. A dog can fuck...men can have sex that is meaningful tothem, that closes the gap between be them. If you wake up in thenight and want whatever...I'm there to do it for you, viceversa...but, Luke, always because we want the other man to getpleasure from what we can give them...now, take your cock and takeme...however you want me. That's how I want to be had, the way youwant me......

Youheard of standing there with your dick in your hand not knowing whatto do? Okay, that's me. For all that I'd been fucked and sucked othermen, I'd never fucked anyone, sort of a reverse virgin, I didn't needthe hole opened, I needed to know how to plug it. “Luke?” Colestood up, “What is it? Did I hurt you...?” I didn't know what tosay except tell him the truth.

“Sir,I never fucked anyone.” We stood looking at each other, which of uswas more confused is hard to say. 

“Theynever taught you to fuck?”

“That'dbe no, Sir. I guess, they figured it I'd find some one and do it thenI'd know how to fuck...but I never was with other men except for them'n..... Well, and in the locker room at school.”

“You...Never...Have...Fucked...Anyone....?”I just shook my head feeling that I'd disappointed him somehow.

“Sir,I'm real sorry and you made me feel like nobody every did so I wantto do something for you but....I don't just want to get it hard thenstick you...I know how that feels and It's not very good.”

Hewas still dealing with my unfucking-ness. “Luke...do you even wantto fuck a man....just never occurred to me until this minute that forall you've, well, done or been used, maybe you don't want to....”

Afterwhat he did for me and the way he made me feel, I thought I knewwhere he was going. “Sir, I know I like men, just never had one ofmy own. Never looked at many cuz I knew when I went home or towork...well, you know. When you laid me on the grass, that was thefirst time a guy ever got on top of me that didn't fuck me, I thoughtyou would....”

“Outsideschool?”

“Well,yeah. My uncle liked to take me places that were kinda public andscrew me, said he got his jollies that way. Also make me take off myclothes then wait for someone to find me...he'd be in the truck orthe bushes and beating off.....He'd popped me lots of times in theparking lot in the bed of the truck...students, teachers going by. Iguess nobody looked or if they did, nobody said anything.” Cole hada funny look on his face. 

“Luke,what else...cuz there's more than just fucking you and making yousuck them and that other about your being naked and found.”

Noway to tell him, just showed him my back. Course they weren't bigmarks but they wanted me to look like I'd been whipped someday, realbig stripes....they both had 'em. Said it was a family tradtion, theywere just getting the skin cracked so when they brought out....”

“StopIt, For God's sake, Luke, I don't want to hear about this. Come here,let me look at your whole body.....” It was a really thoroughexamination. He'd find a mark or something and question me about howI got it. The ones at the base of my balls left him so enraged he hadto walk away...I'd explained that they'd put a chain around them thenrun it up through a pulley then down and pull me up....said it builtbetter low hangers. Same with my cock. 

Colehad walked the length of the gym, just stood there with his fingersinterlaced behind his neck. “Why the fuck didn't you tell someone,Jesus , look, that's torture...”

“Well,Dad said later I'd understand that having a long dick and low ridingballs would fetch a real good price when I needed to work....”

Inever saw a man gulp so deeply. “Luke, were they the only two menthat ever used you?”

Therewas an answer but...I guessed it wouldn't make him any happier so Ijust stood there, head down, embarrassed. I could hear his bare feeton the gym floor come toward me and I knew he'd ask again. 

Hegrabbed me by my arms, shook me. “Luke. Now. Tell me.” I gulped.“Worse than I think, isn't it.”

“Sir....it'sall gone now so why....”

“Sothat when I shoot those sons of bitches I've got a reason and a realgood defense. Tell me.”

“They'dhave poker games and...I guess I wasn't supposed to see whoever itwas so they'd blindfold me then tie me to the bed for whoever...”

Hescreamed. Grabbed me. Was crying on me. I just stood there, didn'tknow what else to do, didn't mean to worry him and truly, I wish hehadn't asked. I could hear him barely whisper with his head muffledby  my chest. “Is there anything more?”

Ijust shook my head. 

Hepushed back, still holding my arms, looking at my face but he had noexpression, none. “Come on, son. I can't do much about back thenbut I sure as fuck can start you over....you want that, don't you?”I just sadly nodded, he meant well but I wasn't sure that he could domuch. Also, I knew my Dad, just because he lost once he wasn't goingto give up, no sir. Cole was in for a fight he just didn't know it. 

I'dnever paid much attention to the showers in the gym cept to take oneafter PE and that took, maybe two minutes. Never did work up much ofa sweat cuz work was harder than PE any day. Cole got three, count'em three! Nozzles going, pointed them at us and started by justholding me, letting the heavy rain soak us, our heads on theshoulders of the other. Fucking weird feeling...good but at home if Ispent any time in the shower I got yelled at for using hot water soall I could think was that we were wasting water, told Cole that. Hesmiled and said, “Fucker, I want to waste lots on you, time, mycock, your cock, the bed we'll sleep in...all those things and goback to swearing, on you, it sounds good.”

Ilooked at him....”Damn, you almost smiled.” In one motion he hadme on the floor which...

“Cocksucker,what the fuck is that about..? You could hurt a man doing shit likethat...”. And then I looked at him, he was smiling, almost laughingwhile he got on the floor beside me. 

Ipulled up my knees, held them with my arms, put my face into theother side. He slid over, beside me, raised my face, turned it.Kissed me....”Buddy, I could do that to you all day and, if Iwanted to, drop you so you were balanced on your cock. I'm the coachand, I'll say it again, I'm fucking good at what I do. Hurt you? Youknow the answer to that, just wanted to see you get mad, I never wantyou to lose that hair trigger anger just, and you'll learn, how tocontrol it. In wrestling in front of judges or fighting in a darkalley, that adrenaline dump, your hair trigger will make you afucking winner”.

Wemust have been in there....maybe an hour? Cole washed me sothoroughly, stopping only to take my cock in his hand, get it up abit then go on. Without meaning it, I started washing him, feelinghis body, never did that to another man, fact is, no man really everfelt mine cep to fuck it or make me his own milking machine.....thenI couldn't stop, on my knees, my arms around his thick thighs, mymouth taking his meat in my mouth, swallowing it and held, moving mythroat muscles, drawing from him some proof that he cared, caredenough to let me do to him what I wanted to do, prove something tohim. 

Itcame not as a storm but as an approaching warm front, first a drip,then a steady rain followed by a pouring out of him into me. Histaste, good, salty, like what I thought a man should tastelike...funny, I never thought about that even though I'd drunk? Howmuch cum? Buckets. They were all alike until now, until Cole fed me ameal he wanted me to have, fuck, I wanted to have. His control wasunlike any other. No gusher than a fast pull out but continuing toslide down into me. I put my hands on his balls, one apiece, he puthis hands on my neck rubbed it, as if to encourage the other part ofhim so close to those hands that stroked the neck, moving around, mythroat, my closed eyes...he slowly closed his fingers making me workto breath, to think about all the sensations, but most his silverstream...that was making me his, I was marked from the inside. Thelessening then I slid, still holding him, to the wet floor, cryingsoftly, wanting him again, now, forever. I'd be his own personalcocksucker cuz he would teach me how to really do it...really how tobe fucked and to fuck. He lay on top of me, warm, smooth, his handstroking me, welcoming me into his body. “May I?”

“Please,Sir, Oh fuck yeah, please.”

Hiswonderful diamond hard cock slowly moved up toward its destiny,nothing hurried, languidly, admiring the target as it grew closer. Iwas shaky with anticipation so much so that Cole had to hold me,stroke me, whisper that it was all right, I was just excited, a goodthing. Again, I could feel him, almost like when I was sucking himbut now...new muscles, I knew they were there, teaching myself withwhatever I could find to shove up, I'd learned that the muscles therecould be made to hold, control, release...was I doing it well now?Fuck? I don't know I'd never been plowed by anyone I wanted to do it.

Finallyhe was in, his head next to mine, whispering obscenties about me, mybody, what he would do with me, my body and with each step down intodegradation I clamped his dick harder, moved it forward, I wanted tobe naked, somewhere outdoors while he staked me to the ground andpissed on me, jerked me off, pulled my legs from their moorings, overmy head and shoved something...a wedge into my ass, widening me...ohShit..would he? I hoped? More, anything. I was gasping and whisperingto him...

“Whatever,do it, always, hurt me, cocksucker, beat me, wrestle me intosubmission, take your cock knife shove it in me, make me bleed, Ohshit, more, lick my blood, mark me, whip me....And that's when hepulled out and slapped me.

“Listento me and listen good...I will do almost anything we want anythingthat gives US pleasure but I will, never, ever whip you. I cannotbear that even the traces are there...if they ever caught you, camefor you....”

“Cole,he will. I'm his addiction....”

Itwas blinding truth that only then I realized but knew I was right, sodid Cole. “Sir, he won't leave me, ever, I fucking believe he'dtake me in a murder suicide....HE Cannot Live Without Me....”

“Idon't think I can either, Jesus, Luke...We both want you for the sameperverted reasons but mine are good perverted and his...leave stripeson your back or dead.” 

Oneat a time he turned off the showers, reached for a towel and so lostin thought that he kept drying me until I had to step away, get atowel and dry him. He never felt it. He started to walk out of theshower lost in wherever he was, forgetting me. To his locker,dressed, walked almost out....

Iscreamed....”COACH!!!!” He halted, came back, looked around, sawme naked still in the shower area, then ran back toward me. “Fuckit, Luke, I am so sorry, I just.....got lost. I can never, ever leaveyou alone in reality or in my mind. Come on, lets get you dressed, gohome...”

“Don'tsay 'forget some of this' because we can't....”

“No,I know....” 

Weleft the gym; I was right, what had been my truck was gone and it wasdark.

Hishome was the basic 3bdrm2bafrplgar1800sqft. But that evening, and bythe time we got to his house it was night, you couldn't see muchexcept the front porch ligh and the light in the garage when the doorwent up. Cole was a man who liked his toys, bike, motorcyle,ATV....walls of pegboard all covered with neatly hung tools. Hestopped to pick up some things, handed me a coil of rope, he opened agun locker...

“Youknow how to shoot?”

“Yes,Sir.:”

“Howgood.....”

“Sniper...”

Hetossed me a Remington and six rounds of ammo. Couldn't see what hepicked for himself but it was big and heavy. .357, easy. 

Inthe house he laid everything out on a table, watched me as I speedloaded the rifle, put on the safey and stood holding it across mychest. “You do know how to shoot, don't you.”

“Motherfucker,I told you I could, I could pick off your head at a thousand yardsassuming this is sighted proper...so yeah, I know how to shoot.”

Hequickly stuffed a clip in his, did not put on the safety and had mefollow him into the main room. “Strip”. I did. Pull that chair,the one behind you so it faces the door now, get in it, put the rifleacross your lap and, Luke, this is for most of the marbles. You'resure he'll come tonight?”

“Yep,he hasn't been drained in almost 24 hours, missed me this morning, Igot away to school before he got his sorry ass out of bed.”

“Anywaywe might know....”

“Easy,the fucker has a cracked manifold, too cheap to fix it and, so far,the cops haven't caught him so...you can hear it in the next county.”

“Good,good.” He was nodding his head up and down. “Now, I can't explainbut...spread your legs and see if you can get it up...I want thathook baited with extra fine wrigglers.” He smiled at me.

WhileI settled in, he, too, stripped, put the pile of things from thegarage behind where the door would swing opern then sat down. 

Didn'thave to wait long. The sound of that manifold was the tip off andCole went on Defcon 769 best as I could see. Quickly turning out allthe lights, he took a floor lamp and pointed it straight at me; Firstthing you saw coming in the door was me, my hard on and, he wouldmiss it cuz he was a stupid shit, the rifle with its thin profilelaying on my lap actually supporting my hard cock. 

Cheapbastard, when he pulled up out front he turned it off. Also, based onhis conversation with himself, he'd been by the tavern, probably comefrom there bragging about how he was gonna get his fuck stud back.Down the walk way, up the couple of steps, pounded on the door.“Luke, you pissant cocksucker, you in there? Yo and your prettyboy. Open up like a man, I come for you, now git out here.”

Nothing.He pounded again, nothing. Kicked the bottom of the door. Nothing.

Thesecond time he tried that, Cole timed it perfectly and his kick atthe door brought him right in the house and flat on his ass. Took notime to get him spread out, with occasional punches to his nuts, tookthe rope and started to bind him.

“Luke,come here, I need your help, seems your dad wants you but...Nah, Idon't think he can have you. Whaddya you think?

“NoSir, not that cornholing short dicked baby raper..not him, not me,not ever, sides, he's got Jake...just needs to be broken in, widenedand maybe he needs his dick chained and get some length on it. Stupidass never could even get near my prostate. Think that's what you callbeing really short dicked.”

“But,son, it wouldn't be right to let the old fart go without something ofyours, something to remember you by.”

“Sir,it would not”. I thought I knew where this was going but..couldn'tbe sure. For about five minutes, Cole worked at securing whatsisnamewith knots never learned in the boy scouts. 

“Gonnalet you have the honor of cracking open his nest so we can get at hiseggs. Pick up that Bowie knife I laid over there.” I did.

“Okay,stick it in just below where you think his balls are then rip up thematerial...I'll pull out his belt.”

Dadwas screaming bloody hell, all sort of threats, first at me, thenCole then back at me. I guess the old fucker knew what was coming, Ifhe didn't he was dumber than I thought.

“Goodjob, yessir, those pig sticker knives are just the ticket for speedbutchering out in the woods.” He stuck the knife so close to Dad'sballs that even I winced and I didn't give a shit.

“Well,well, well....tighty whities, course they gotta come off, wouldn'tyou say so, Stud?”

“Sir,yes Sir. I'd have to agree Sir, don't do a thing for his ass septprove he doesn't know how to wipe very well.” Cole almost fellover. 

“Son,you know you're right....”

“Whoyou callin' son? That faggot that's been fucked more times than thereare days in a year, I take him myself at least once a day, twicesometimes and if his Uncle Jake ain't busy, we make a real party ofit...don't we sweet cheeks.”

“Son,do you know how to make choloroform?”

“No Sir, I don't, haven't taken chemistry yet.”

“Uhm....guess then the only way to shut up this fat pig, don't want to hear himsqueal...is to,....” He reached around him and picked something up is to give him some reason to shut up.” With that he stuck the.357 in his mouth adding that, yeah, baby raper, it was loaded and,no, the safety wasn't on plus...he'd maneuvered the trigger so it wasreal sensitive. What's your pleasure, Son, part way, all the way ordeep throat....”

“Well,head fucker, you know me, I'm one of the finest cocksuckersaround...wouldn't be less than friendly to let him get what I feelwhen I have to suck his nasty cock. Full deep throat and, just forme, can you set the trigger up just a touch?”

“Nothingsimpler. Okay, go get the Mister Clean, the plumbers friends and,uhm, Pinesol for a rinse. Get that that good clean smelling also,once we've got the filth out, I can ride him bareback,...sorry son,can't let you but I got some heavy studded condoms that you'll enjoy.Special made for a friend who likes their pain internally. Feel realgood, like jerking off with ball bearings in your fist.”

We almost couldn't clean him we were laughing so hard, fact is, I rolled over when Cole loaded the plumber's friend with Mr. Clean and pumped his ass. Even used toilet paper came out. I guess nobody ever screwed him, if they had, he'd  been reported to the health department. Also, our moving made the gun drop on its barrel at one point which made us freeze; He hadn't been kidding about being loaded and loose triggered. Probably better to use an old fashioned gag, one that came out of his ass...we made it cover his nose to...as Cole said, first brown nose student he'd seen who actually was.

We paused and I had an idea....”Hey, cocksucker, lets give the old pig fart something he'll never see again....how bout giving me a quick head job, just for his old times sake.”

Cole, who was great at moving bodies, had me and my hardening cock right in front of the old fools face real quick until we realized we were within range of the manure he was gagged with. Also would gag us so we moved out of skunk stink and Cole, I like that man, gave me a good licking and I kept on ticking. Said that and we both rolled over with laughter.

“Get that shit ass? That was your former kid showing what a man he is having his great big cock sucked by the best cocksucker in the state. Hope you enjoyed it, sorry no time to make a video.”

We were at the rinse stage which consisted of one part Pinesol and one part water dumped down his hole then agitated with the plumbers friend, just like an old fashioned washing machine. Cole looked down after the second rinse cycle. “Damn, pure white down there. Almost ready for us.”

The idiot had started to cry or maybe it was the smell of his shit...which was getting too much for all of us. In a kindness I didn't owe him, I took some shop towels, removed the mess, cleaned his face up with more Mr. Clean then gagged him again but with some sort of fancy thing Cole had, like a bit in a horses mouth. Shut him up aside from some grunts and what may or may not have been attempts at words. Who gave a shit.

It's your day, fucker, you get first crack at him, can't let him suck you, his ass in the air....go for it.”

It wasn't good or even as good as he'd screwed me but...it was my dick in his cunt and all I did was use my weight to fall into him. All the way. Bit or no bit, he screamed. After that, just like jacking off, up, down, up, down....didn't even need my hands.

My sudden stop confused Cole as did my fast withdrawal, reaching over, grabbing the gun and hustling to the kitchen. When I popped the door open, Uncle Jake fell in. With the gun at the base of his neck, he froze; Of the pair, he was the more chicken shit, the most cowardly plus...he knew I could shoot plus he also knew what had been done tome; He lay very quiet.

Cole was there in seconds. “Twofer. Didn't know we were having a sale .Uncle Jake, I presume.” 

He took the gun from me, clicked it once, shot a hole in the floor then shoved it right behind Jake's prides and joy. He clicked it again. “You know your brother's here? Bet you got worried and came looking for him. Well, there he is.”

Cole flipped Jake so that he did rotations on the hard wood floor before coming to rest beside his trussed brother. “Motherfucker, you gotta teach me how to do that.”

He smiled, ruffled what little hair I had and said he thought that could be arranged. 

At least Jake wasn't quite as dirty as Dad, not quite. With them in bondage and the house smelling like a pine forest, Cole put an arm over my shoulder, a shot gun under my left arm and turned to look at me. “Yep, that's my cocksucker....”

 I slowly turned, put my face near his face, kissed him....”Cole, you'd have to shoot me to get rid of me now. Your own fault. You asked for me...Fuck, I'll even learn to wrestle....speaking of which...time for a first lesson, submission and a tap out...where's the bed?”