A FUCKING LIFE

BY SHAKEY PSYCHE

[ part 15 ]

A Fly in the Ointment

“What idea, Scott?” Terry asked.

“Look, Chad, can you trust me?” This was the most important thing I needed. I knew Terry did, but after what happened in the barn, I wasn’t so sure Chad would or could.

He looked at me for just a few seconds and then nodded. I smiled.

“Where’s Thomas?”

“Last I saw him, he was at school, but that was hours ago.”

“He’s probably still there. Terry, go get the bottle of ether from the shed, but don’t open it.” He ran out of the room. “I’m going to knock you out for a while with the ether. When you wake up, you’re going to be with only Terry. Can we trust your mother?”

He shook his head, weakly. That was what I was afraid of. Glen and Dave had pretty much our family locked in tight. He could do what he wanted and no one would question it. She wasn’t paramount to my plans, but it was going to be more difficult without my Aunt Roseanne.

Terry made it back with the ether, and I knocked Chad out with some on a rag. It was easier to transport him if he was asleep. He needed to be out of harm’s way if this was going to work like I wanted it to. I knew a place where I could keep him and Terry for a short time without anyone finding out.

I threw him over my shoulder and we made our way to the school through the back woods and alleys again. We arrived just as the last session was letting out.

“Perfect,” I said under my breath. It only took a few minutes for the building to empty. We waited until every car in the lot was gone then we moved in. The coach made another mistake by letting me leave by myself that day. I found out the door leading into the gym was always unlocked. We made our way to the utility closet after getting the key from the office.

“Stay here with Chad, Terry. When I lock this door, DO NOT open it for anyone without the proper knock. It’ll be four knocks in a row with a space followed by last one. No one will know you’re here but me, but I like to be careful. Any questions?”

“What’re you gonna do?”

“Get rid of Glen and Uncle Dave, of course. This has gotten out of hand.”

“Be careful, Scott.”

“I will. Don’t make a sound if you can help it. Anyone knocks without the right one, make sure nothing moves, understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.” I left my cousin with my brother and headed out of the school towards the bank. I retrieved the evidence that I needed from my safe deposit box then ran to a place to make a few phone calls. There was a store in a secluded spot that was perfect for that.

I asked for the phone book and the clerk handed it to me. I looked up the state numbers for child abuse. I called the free number and a lady answered. Over the next few minutes, I told my story leaving out some embarrassing things about me and some others. She listened and asked me where I was, and I told her. She said to call the police immediately.

“Glen owns the police, ma’am,” I said matter-of-factly.

“I will be there with a state trooper in less than an hour. Can you hold on that long, Scott?”

Do I have a choice?

“I’ll do my best.” I hung up and hid out of sight for the next forty-five minutes. I saw a state trooper’s car pull up to the store with another car behind it. A very nice looking lady got out of the car, while the trooper stayed in his. I walked out of my hiding place as she walked in the store.

“Hello,” I said from behind her. She almost jumped through the roof. “Ms. Daniels?”

“Yes,” she said, hyperventilating a little. “Scott?”

I nodded. We talked for a few minutes outside the store and I told her the rest of the story, including Chad’s experience. The school was not that far from the store, and the three of us set off for the building. We got there, and I knocked on the door as I told Terry. He opened and let us in.

“How’s he doing?”

“I don’t know, Scott. He sort of stopped moving a while ago.” He looked genuinely worried about him. So was I. He didn’t look good.

Ms. Daniels went to Chad’s side and looked at him. I don’t think she’d ever seen a case this bad before. The trooper called for an ambulance. After what seemed like hours, the ambulance got there, and they took Chad to the hospital. Ms. Daniels and the state trooper took me and Terry over to Glen’s house.

When we got there, I opened the door and let them inside. As we made our way back to the master bedroom, I heard a very familiar sound coming from the room. I opened the door to the room, and I thought Ms. Daniels was going to have a heart attack.

Glen had Thomas tied to his four poster bed on his hands and knees. A dog collar was around his neck and tied to the top beam of the bed, forcing him to hold his head up. A bar was under him at his groin, holding his waist in place, by being tied off to the tops of the posters behind the boy. His cock was tied to the bar, and clips were attached to his nipples, stretched down to the bar also. His balls were being pulled down to his knees, which were spread open and tied to the outside of the bed, and his ankles tied to the back posts as well. His elbows and wrists were tied to his front posts.

He had stripes across his back where Glen had taken the belt to him as well. His buttcheeks were a dark red all over. It also looked as if his cock and balls had been hit and abused. His face was swollen just under his eye, and tears were streaming down his face.

As we entered the room, my brother was taking Glen up the ass and not easily. Glen had been really going to town on the boy. The reason we didn’t hear any screaming was that Uncle Dave had forced his cock down Thomas’s throat. Both men froze like statues when they saw us.

“Hey, Karl,” Glen said.

“Hey, Glen,” the cop answered, then shot Ms. Daniels point-blank in the chest. I saw her limp body fall to the floor and not move again. “You’re lucky I was on duty when this little bastard called.”

“That’s why I pay you, Karl.”

To say I was stunned would have been the understatement of the century. I turned to look at the cop, and he had his gun on me and Terry. He pushed us in the room with it, and closed the door.

“Oh, Karl, check the little slut for that rag he’s been holding over my head for six months,” Glen told the cop. He reached in my jacket and found the bag with the two pieces of cloth in it.

Once he found it, he shoved me and Terry to the floor. One thing I learned while I was with the Potters was quick thinking. I hit the floor and rolled onto my back. The angle was perfect.

The heel of my shoe went right up into the trooper’s groin. Since I was now two years older than I was when I did that to Rudy, it hurt him a lot more than it did Rudy. The one thing I didn’t foresee was when I made contact with his nuts, he discharged the pistol. The bullet hit the floor right between me and Terry.

I scrambled for the gun as fast as I could. I had to get it before he recovered. I got up and stomped on his hand twice and he released the gun. I grabbed it and pointed it at his head.

“Get off him, Glen. NOW!” I yelled to Glen and Dave.

“If you think you can tell me what to do by holding him hostage, think again. I don’t give a shit about that prick. There’s more of him I can hire. Go ahead; shoot.”

I found it surprisingly easy to pull the trigger. The noise almost deafened me as the bullet went through the cop’s brain. I raised the gun to the two men fucking my brother.

“Wanna call my bluff again, Asshole?” Both men backed away from Thomas. I knew I only had three shots left in the pistol, so I had to be careful with it. I was shaking, that was for sure, but my resolve was no less strong.

“Back against the wall and get on your knees.” The two obeyed quite well. It’s surprising how looking down the barrel of a 44 magnum will do that. Once they were rendered harmless, I turned my attention to Terry.

“Untie Thomas, Ter.” He didn’t move. “Now, Terry; we don’t have all day.” He moved to the bed and started to untie his twin. Once Thomas was untied, I looked him over for a second. He didn’t seem too bad off, but his manner changed once he was untied. His face hardened.

“What’s wrong?” I asked him.

“Can I do something to them?” I could tell this was something he needed, so I nodded.

“Just don’t get the way of them and the gun.”

He nodded that he understood. He walked over and got his shoe, forgetting his other clothes, he put it on. He then walked over to Glen and from behind him, kicked him in the nuts as hard as he possibly could. Glen bowled over forward away from us and Thomas went to Uncle Dave. I could tell Dave was getting himself ready for it. Thomas reared back again and planted one right on the mark. Dave imitated Glen and both men were curled up holding their nuts and groaning.

I had to smile as Thomas walked away from them. The question now, was what to do with them. Turning them over to the cops was out; I just killed one of them.

“What now, Scott?”

“Yeah, what now, Slut?” Glen was recovering from his racked nuts.

“Listen, prick, I suggest you just sit there and hope that your death is not as painful as I want it to be.”

The major problem was my original idea. They had a file started on us at the state. If I killed them, the cops would be all over this, and with Glen’s influence, we wouldn’t come out very good. As I was deciding what to do with them, Mom walked in the front door with Charlie. We froze as quickly as Glen did earlier.

She saw us through the door. Actually, she only saw me, and I was holding a gun. She saw the two bodies on the floor, and me with the gun, and assumed the worst. She dropped my sister and ran back and as she entered the room, she saw everything else.

Glen and Dave were kneeling against the wall. Terry, with a worried look on his face, was sitting on the bed. Thomas was just pulling his shirt over his head, so she saw the marks on his body.

“What in the hell is going on here, Scott?”

“It’s a long story, Mom. The straight facts are that Glen’s been fucking me since before you got married,” I started my story, but she stopped me with two words.

“I know,” she said.

“WHAT??!!!” I screamed at her.

“I can’t take care of three kids on my own, Scott, so I let him do what he wanted. At first, it was Terry, but after you blackmailed him, I suggested to him to go ahead and have you.”

“You mean to tell me, you knew he raped Terry, and had been fucking me, and you didn’t do a damn thing about it? WHAT KIND OF FUCKING MOTHER ARE YOU?”

“Don’t talk to me that way, Scott Reilly Fielding; I won’t have it,” she said while pointing her finger at me. “I am your mother, son, and you will respect me.”

That was the wrong thing to say to me at that time. First thing, I hate getting called by my middle name, and second, she had lost my respect in her a long time ago. I swung the six-shooter towards her, and pulled the trigger again. Her brains (the little she had) were on the wall in a microsecond.

With the sound of the shot still ringing in my ears, I made up my mind what to do about Glen and Dave. I had two shots left and two assholes on their knees. Dave fell first with the fifth shot from the gun. Glen turned around to face me. I saw him down the length of the barrel as I took aim at his head. He was pleading for his pathetic excuse for a life. I didn’t care what happened to me, as long as he was dead before this day was over.

He was the root of all these problems we had been having lately, and he deserved to die. As my finger increased its pressure on the trigger, he made a desperate move towards me, and I missed. The shot went wild and only grazed his shoulder.

I still had a weapon in my hand, though. I backed up and swung the butt of the gun towards his head and nailed his right temple. He was out in a second. My brothers were stunned at these turn of events, and I have to say, I wasn’t thinking too clearly either. Charlie was screaming from the living room, having been woken by the shots.

“Terry, go take care of Charlie, please,” I said, and he left the room. I turned to Thomas, and an idea hit me. “You want revenge?”

He nodded, and a smile broke onto his face. It was a smile I knew, because I had the same one. I told him to grab Glen’s ankles. I grabbed him under his armpits. We dragged him out of the house and into the barn. Both of us were breathing hard after that. After all, the man weighed a ton.

“Bring that over here, Thomas,” I said as I saw a sawhorse against the far wall. This was going to be delicious.

We picked him up and laid him lengthwise on the sawhorse, with his legs hanging over the end. I tied his ankles to each end of the legs of it. More ropes were added to his thighs, tying them to the top of its legs. A rope was wrapped around his body to secure it to the middle of the sawhorse. I pulled his arms horizontally above his head and tied them to the eyebolt in the wall. To make sure he still didn’t move, more ropes secured his shoulders to the front legs of the sawhorse.

“Go get me a knife from the kitchen, and my bag from my room. Also, make sure Terry and Charlie are okay.” Thomas nodded and ran to the house. While he was gone, I secured the bottom of the sawhorse to the eyebolt in the floor. Glen was all trussed up and going no where. He was coming to as Thomas was returning from the house with the knife and my bag over his shoulder.

“Let me go, Slut!”

“You ought to be a little nicer to me, Prick.”

“You ain’t got anymore bullets, Slut, so there’s nothing you can do to me.”

“You see, that’s where you’re wrong, Prick. There’s a whole lot we can do to you. I guess I’m now glad I did miss shooting you. Now, Thomas gets his revenge. So do I.”

“How’re Terry and Charlie?”

“Their fine. He’s given her a bottle, and rocking her to sleep. He said he wants to be out here, also.”

“Okay with me, just make sure she’s in her crib before you two leave the house.” He nodded and took off for the house again. I turned my attentions to Glen.

I took the knife, and cut away his shirt, pants, and boxers. I left his shoes on. There was no point to getting rid of those. I was pulling the box of needles out of the bag as my twin brothers were running up to the barn. Only Terry knew what was coming next. Thomas just watched the show, with a certain degree of satisfaction, I might add. After all, this man had tormented our lives for the better part of a year now.

I walked over to Glen holding the needles in one hand. As disgusted as I was to touch his nipples, I rubbed one of them to get it hard. With now practiced aim, I speared the tit right at the proper spot. He screamed like a little girl. The other nipple was pierced with just as much ease.

“Where’d you learn to do that?” Thomas asked. Terry and I looked at each other and smiled. I raised my shirt up to show him. His jaw hit the floor when he saw the loops in my nipples. He did a double-take when he saw that his twin had his pierced as well. The needles were still in Terry’s tits, of course, making sure the holes stay opened.

I turned back to Glen after dropping my shirt back down. I wrapped a length of string around the needle penetrating his left tit and pulled it under the sawhorse to do the same thing to his right tit. Now his chest was really tied to the wooden horse.

“Guys, go get me Trigger, please.”

“Why?” They asked in unison.

“Just do it, please.” They shrugged and left the barn. Trigger was Glen’s prized stud. Now, I don’t know anything about horses, but Trigger was quite large.

I walked in front of him while they were gone to look at Glen’s face. He was straining under the pain of his newly pierced nipples.

“You know what I’m about to do. Don’t you, Prick?”

“You don’t know who you’re dealing with, Slut. When I get outta here, you’re gonna regret it.” I could almost feel his hatred for me. But I just laughed in his face.

“You really think you’re gonna get outta this?” I stood up as my brothers led the horse in by the reins. He was really a gentle horse, until you get a piece of tail in front of him. I saw Glen stud him out one time. I was hurting just watching what he did to that mare.

I took over the leading of the horse, and pulled him towards his new “mare”. Thomas was getting the idea as the horse walked up behind Glen. The man was struggling like crazy to get out of his bonds, but I tied him too well.

I pulled Trigger over Glen and stopped him as his forelegs were just behind Glen’s shoulders. This put the horse’s cock right at Glen’s asshole. I tied the reins to the front legs of the sawhorse, and walked to his hindquarters.

The cock on this horse was enormous, and it wasn’t even getting hard yet. I stroked his cock a little to get it hard. The twins watched in fascination as the cock continued to grow. Before long, that cock was longer than I’ve ever seen one, and I’ve seen my share. I squeezed the cock to test its firmness, and it wasn’t totally hard yet.

I had a thought to wait, but I decided it was time to put Glen in his place. I moved the engorging member down to its waiting receptacle. Without waiting for any precum to drip onto his crack, I touched the tip of Trigger’s cock to Glen’s anus. The horse took over from there.

Backing up a little, Trigger shoved his mammoth sized dong into Glen’s buttcrack. I think he topped my list of scream records. That scream alone set everything right, but I wasn’t about to stop Trigger from having his fun. I went to sit with my brothers as we watched the horse tear into Glen’s asshole.

It took several shoves of his hindquarters before he had even half of that pole inside my former step-father. It appeared that Trigger was enjoying mounting his master, because it seemed to me that his cock grew while he pummeled him. The horse was not to be denied his pleasure that was for sure.

Glen was still screaming at the top of his lungs. The horse continued to pound into him. The three of us actually started laughing at how big that cock was getting. Trigger was splitting him in two pieces, and we loved every second of it. Unfortunately, he could only fit just over half of his cock inside the man’s ass, so it took a bit longer (so sorry) for him to cum.

As we watched, we saw the horse cum. It wasn’t like a man’s orgasm; it was actually calmer than we expected. But when the jizm shot out, Glen’s ass couldn’t handle all of it and most of it leaked onto the ground. I was simply amazed at the amount of it all. There seemed to be more than a gallon of cum there.

When it appeared Trigger had enough of his master’s asshole, I went over and pulled him off the man. I led him to a stall and fed him some oats. We left Glen tied where he was, and returned to the house.

“What about the others, Scott?”

“We hide the bodies, of course. On Monday, we get the hell out of here, and start over somewhere else.”

That night, we took turns digging the hole deep enough for the four dead bodies. I pulled the cars around behind the barn and covered them. We were in the sticks, but I wasn’t taking any chances of a random event happening.

We didn’t turn out the lights on that day until after midnight. Glen was raped by Trigger two more times before we hit the sack. All we did was lead him to the back end of the target, and walk out of the barn. We had other things to do. Trigger was mounting my step-father before we got to the barn door.

“Aww, you don’t look so good, Prick,” I said in a mock sympathetic voice to Glen after Trigger was finished with him for the night. “Looks like you’ll never hold a shit again. Oh well. That’s life, isn’t it?”

He was looking at me with pure hatred in his eyes. If he was loose, he would kill me, but I wasn’t that stupid to take any chances on that. His skin had turned a sort of sickly white as he had lost a lot of blood out of his asshole. Red blood mixed with semen had gelled on the inner skin of his thighs. He was a site; that was for sure.

“This is to keep you company tonight, Prick,” I said as I swung a board as hard as I could against his raped ass. I swung that board a total of twenty times before my arms gave out and I had to stop. “That… was… for the…last…six months…Prick.” I walked out the barn, leaving him unconscious.