UZED AND ABUZED

BY SHAKEY PSYCHE

“But Dad, he loves me. Please don’t do this to me,” the ten year old Simon was pleading with his father.

“DON’T CALL ME THAT!! I have no son. You’re nothing but a fucking faggot, boy, and no son of mine is going to turn out to be a faggot. I thought I had raised you right, but you turned out to be like your bitch of a mother. She liked cocks, too; as many as she could get. Well, you’re going to get what’s comin to ya.”

Simon’s burly father already had him by his hair and was dragging him to the basement. Simon knew what a trip to the basement meant. It meant pain, and a lot of it. His father had taken him down here only one other time. He had accidentally torched his father’s couch. His father had whipped him until he was tired that time.

Simon was scrambling for something to grab as his father continued to drag the poor boy to the stairs. He pleaded with the older man not to take him down there, but the adult remained silent. As soon as the door to the basement was opened, Simon felt himself being flung down the flight of stairs. He landed hard on his left shoulder, sending shards of pain through his arm. That didn’t stop the angry man from continuing to drag Simon further into the room.

“You know the drill; STRIP!” the father screamed at the frightened boy in the middle of the room. Simon knew enough not to argue with his unreasonable father at this point; it would only bring more torment.

Simon slipped his shoes off his feet and pulled his shirt off. His young nipples were tight at the fear of what was about to happen to him. He turned to take his pants off and his father stopped him.

“If you can suck someone’s cock, you can strip without turning around. Now, strip, faggot!”

Simon lowered his pants and underpants to his ankles and kicked them off. He stood before his father, naked, shivering from fright, and covering his tiny groin. Simon only had time to register the sound before the first whip of the belt lashed against his left hip. A small scream came from his mouth and the belt came back to hit his right hip. Simon tried to evade the terrible lashes, but he knew that to evade them would make his father even angrier, if that were possible.

“Move your goddamn hands, boy, and put them behind your back,” the adult yelled at him. Simon reluctantly obeyed his father. As his hands moved back, to his shame, his father saw his little dick sticking straight out. “You like this, boy? You want me to hit you?” Hank stared incredulously at him while gripping the buckle of the belt even harder.

“No, Dad, please. I don’t know why it does this,” Simon tried to plead his case, but the argument fell on deaf ears. The pleas Simon was making enraged his beefy father even more.

Hank swung the belt across the lad’s cock, striking it along its length. Simon bellowed out in agony and sank to the floor, covering his groin at the same time. This didn’t stop the man from dishing out the punishment. As the boy protected his aching groin, it left his backside totally vulnerable to Hank’s belt.

The thick leather whistled through the air and connected with the skin of Simon’s asscheeks, leaving an angry red welt in its wake. Simon reared his head up and grunted at having his buttocks assaulted. While covering his groin with one hand, he reached back to try and deflect some of the assault with the other. It didn’t help much. The belt kept on hitting his soft flesh.

“Move your hand, ya faggot, or I’ll tack on more,” Hank shouted at his son. Simon didn’t move his hand. “That does it!” With that, Hank descended on his boy with a quickness that belied his size.

He grabbed his son’s wrists and yanked him to his feet. Simon bent his knees, trying to make his father drop him due to his weight, but it didn’t work. Hank pulled Simon’s left wrist to one of the poles in the basement. With some rope, he tied the wrist to the iron support beam above the pole. Hank stretched his ten year old son out to reach the support beam across from him and over that pole as well. More rope was attached to the lad’s ankles and they were pulled as tight as possible to the poles also.

The preteen’s body was spread eagled and helpless before his brute of a father. Simon hung his head in shame, causing his long blond hair to cascade downward to hide his face. Hank took up his position behind the boy to resume the whipping. Now that Simon was unable to defend himself, his father was relentless.

The lash that followed tagged Simon around the waist just above the hips. The lash wrapped around the thin boy’s waist and left a trail to his navel. Hank aimed lower the next time to get his hip and hit home at the boy’s cock again. It caused Simon to rear his head back and bellow out a scream of total pain. The man was utterly relentless, now. Not only did each lash take its toll on poor Simon’s butt and hips, but his softening dick was assaulted as well.

Each time Hank brought the belt across him, Simon felt the tip strike his little dick. Being ambidextrous, Hank was able to use both his right and left hand to deal out equal amounts of pain to his eldest son. When one arm would tire, he switched hands and swung the other way without skipping a beat.

Not only was Simon’s butt, hips and dick brutalized, but his whole back was battered also. Hank would swing the belt vertical down his son’s back as well as horizontal across his middle. The whipping continued for over half an hour until Hank had had enough and his arms dropped the belt to the floor. The man was breathing hard from the exertion, but he knew a good thing when he saw it. The boy wanted to suck a cock, then, by God, he was going to suck his cock.

He untied Simon’s wrists from the support beams and the boy slumped lifelessly to the ground. Hank reached under him and pulled the beaten child up to a kneeling position as best as he could. Simon’s ankles were still tied to the poles so his legs wouldn’t get under him properly, but Hank didn’t care.

“Please, Dad, no more,” Simon whispered.

“Oh, we haven’t even gotten started yet, boy. Or maybe I should call you a girl. After all, only girls like to suck a dick. Speaking of that, you’re gonna suck mine right now.”

Simon whipped his head up to look in his father’s face. He was smiling from ear to ear down at him. A shiver ran through his young body at the grin. Simon shook his head, no, but only slightly. Hank swiftly slapped the youngster’s face.

“You will suck it, faggot, or I’ll make damn sure no one ever will ever be able to stand to even look at you. I’ll knock every single goddamn tooth in your head out. You got me, little girl?”

Simon weakly nodded his head to his father. He had never sucked an adult’s cock before and wasn’t sure he was up to the task. A man’s dick was somewhat larger than the other ten-year-old’s cock that he was caught sucking on.

Hank unzipped his fly and pulled his meat out through the opening for his son to see. Simon raised his hand up to grab the tool that had sired him. Hank sank to his knees before his son to let him wrap his mouth around it. Simon weakly pushed himself up to put his mouth over a cock for the second time of the day.

Simon felt the fleshy member pass between his teeth and slide along his tongue. He gagged when it hit the back of his throat and he pulled back off it. Hank reached down and grabbed the back of the boy’s head by the hair, preventing him from retreating further.

The man was only half erect, but Simon could only take a portion of his father’s large cock into his mouth. Hank force-fed his hardening cock to his son’s warm mouth again. When it hit the gag reflex again, Hank didn’t stop or allow Simon to back away. He jammed his hips forward, shoving his cock down the youth’s neck. Simon bit down instinctively when his father pushed past his tonsil. Hank punched Simon’s ear hard when he felt the teeth dig into his sensitive skin. Simon opened his mouth back up.

“Do that shit again, faggot, and I’ll make damn sure you don’t do it again. Got it?”

“Yeth thir,” Simon answered with his father’s cock still buried down his throat.

Hank readjusted his grip on the boy’s head before continuing his felatio. He closed his eyes to the sensation of another throat around his cock. This one was tighter than the boy’s mother, though, and he was enjoying it. With his hand still keeping Simon’s head in place, Hank fucked the boy’s mouth without remorse. With each powerful thrust, Hank forced his offspring to take him down his throat further and further until Simon’s teeth were brushing against his pubic hair.

All Simon could do was just kneel there and take it. His throat was already sore from his father’s cock forcing itself into him, but he could do nothing to stop Hank’s obscene act. Before Simon could do anything about it, Hank stiffened and shot his cum down the boy’s throat and into his stomach. As the man pulled his weakening cock from his boy’s mouth, Simon tasted the jizm on his tongue. It was enough to make him hurl, but he choked it back down.

“That was the worst blowjob I’ve ever had. And I had your bitch of a mother to compare you to, also. Well, we’ll just have to work at this, won’t we?” Hank taunted his son before zipping his pants back up.

He grabbed Simon’s wrists and tied them back to the support beams for another round of whipping. The belt made contact all over the boy’s body, coaxing more and more screams from his sodomized throat. When Hank finally finished whipping the boy, he walked up behind him to whisper in his ear.

“Stay there until I get tired of it, little girl,” he hissed in his ear then turned to leave Simon alone in his agony. The door slammed behind the youngster and nothing but silence filled his head.

More than a hundred angry welts covered Simon from head to toe. The main concentration of the red marks was around the boy’s cock and balls. As the boy hung there, he saw that his little cock was an angry red from so many hits. Tears filled his blue eyes and ran liberally down his cheeks. His hair hung from its moorings and hid his bruised face. The ropes pulled on his suspended body while keeping him elevated off the floor.

He cried the entire time his father left him hanging in the basement. After what seemed like an eternity, Hank walked back down into the basement to rejoin his son. When Simon saw his father, as he walked around him on his right, he saw that he was totally naked.

“You want to be a girl, huh, faggot? Well, we’ll just have to make you a girl, and girls like to be fucked.” His father had stroked his cock to its full length of eight inches with a girth of at least two. To Simon, it was too big.

Hank walked back around him, still stroking his hard-on, looking at his helpless son. When he had made the circuit, Hank ran his hands up and down Simon’s welt-ridden body, savoring every inch of it. Just doing that, he was able to maintain the erection. Simon hissed at each and every touch of his father’s coarse hands.

“Well, little girl, this is what you wanted,” Hank hissed in his ear.

The father ran his cock’s head up and down the crack between the bruised globes of his tortured boy’s asscheeks before lining it up at his boyhole. Simon felt the tip touch him in his most private place and clenched his ass tight to try and prevent what was coming. Hank was not to be deterred from the goal of his boy’s asshole. He grabbed Simon by the shoulders and shoved his hips upward very hard.

Simon screamed. He screamed like he had never screamed before as the meat being inserted in his anus was significantly larger than his smaller hole. To him, it felt like being sliced in two. Hank didn’t go any easier once he had speared his son with just the cockhead. Each thrust was quick and deliberate as his dick cut into him. When he was about half way into him, he stopped briefly.

Hank reached around to Simon’s front and grabbed his package before continuing to fuck him. Grabbing him roughly, brought another level of pain to Simon’s mind as his father began to squeeze his almond sized nuts. Hank was able to keep Simon’s torso from moving too far as he fed more of his cock to the boy’s rectum.

Simon was on the verge of passing out. In fact, that was what he wanted to do the most; pass out and die. The man Simon knew as his father had changed into some animal that was hell-bent on causing as much pain to him as possible. All the poor boy could do was hang there and accept what was being done to him. Unconsciousness never came to relieve him of his pain.

After another excruciating eternity, Simon felt his father’s pubic hair being mashed between their bodies as Hank had finally filled his son’s backside. To make sure Simon didn’t move at all, Hank held onto his groin as he began to pull out of the boy’s asshole. The real painful part of the rape was about to begin; the fucking. Simon felt every inch being withdrawn from his body as the beast was being pulled out.

Pain above the initial invasion surged through his body again as his sire drove his cock back inside him again. The older man began to twist the young boy’s groin in his hand while he raped him. Soon, Hank started taunting his son as his rod pumped his guts.

“What’s the matter, girl? Don’t you like getting your first fuck? I thought this was what you wanted. This is what all faggots want, and you is a faggot, boy!!!! Get used to it, cause we’re gonna do this a lot more.”

Hank was building in intensity the more he talked and the more he fucked the kid. Finally, to Simon not soon enough, Hank lurched forward and sent his sperm swimming into the lad’s intestines. He didn’t move for a minute or so, but Simon knew that his father wasn’t finished with him just yet. He was right.

“You keep that asshole closed, faggot. If one drop of cum leaks out, we’ll have another round with the belt. Got it, faggot?”

Simon slowly nodded his head. He clenched his buttcheeks together as best as he could while his father pulled his shrinking cock out of him. It was difficult, as his legs were being pulled apart, but Simon did his best. He knew his father wasn’t bluffing.

“This was your bitch mother’s. Hope you like it, faggot, cause it’s now yours,” and with that, Hank shoved the ten inch dildo up Simon’s asshole in one thrust. Renewed pain flooded the boy’s mind, sending a fresh round of screams into the air.

A rope harness was tied around his waist and through his legs to keep the dildo in its place. Simon did his best to try and expel the invader, but it was totally useless; his father had tied it too well.

Just to add insult to injury, Hank used the belt on Simon another twenty times before leaving the small basement. Simon could do nothing but hang from the rafters and suffer. He thought about the boy he had been caught with and how he was doing. It helped alleviate some of the pain and shame of his situation.

All afternoon and into the evening, Simon hung in the basement waiting for his father to release him. He never did. Hank did pay the boy a few visits during the course of the day, but that was only to rape his asshole again. After each time, the dildo was shoved back inside him just as brutally as the first time.

Simon smelled dinner being made. They were having lasagna for dinner; his favorite. It was added torture to his sentence, knowing he was not getting any of it. After smelling it for a long time, the door was opened and his brother, Nathan, walked down the stairs into the room.

Simon was even more humiliated at having his younger brother see him like this. The two of them mixed like oil and water. They were constantly fighting each other. Nathan was more like their father and so he was Hank’s favorite son. Simon got skipped over. Nathan put a plate of the lasagna on the floor in front of Simon and turned to face him.

“So, faggot, you hungry?” he taunted him. It was a ruse by their father to further humiliate Simon, and he knew it. But he was also hungry, so he nodded. “Too fucking bad. Dad says you get nothin till you blow me, too. He says you like it. You do, don’t you?” Nathan jeered at him.

Simon shook his head, but even Nathan saw through that.

“Liar, liar, pants on fire,” he chanted. “Oh, yeah, you ain’t got pants on. Maybe we should light something else, then.”

The younger boy saw his father’s handheld blowtorch in the corner and retrieved it. With a flick of the ignition, the torch was blazing blue flame from the tip. Nathan moved the torch just under Simon’s balls. It wasn’t close enough to set him on fire, but it was enough to elicit a scream from him.

His cock was next to be tormented by the torch. The heat generated by the tool caused so much pain, Simon screamed himself hoarse before Nathan stopped. The tip was then applied to each of Simon’s feet and toes. Nathan was enjoying himself so much; he didn’t hear his father walk in.

“Enjoying yourself, son?” Hank asked.

“Yes sir,” Nathan answered.

“Just make sure there’s no scarring. That would be difficult to explain.” And he turned to leave Simon at the mercy of his younger brother. It seemed to Simon that his brother didn’t have any mercy.

After applying the flame to every area of Simon’s body Nathan could reach with it, he turned it off and replaced it where he found it. Before Nathan had started on him with the torch, Simon’s body was nothing but a criss-cross lattice of red welts. The skin had returned to its original white in between the lines, though. After Nathan was finished, the redness had returned and you couldn’t make out any lines unless you felt along his skin for the ridges.

Being a younger version of Hank, Nathan wanted a piece of Simon also. He pulled his belt out of his pants and began lashing at Simon’s helpless body. Nothing was going to stop him, least of all Simon, so why not? Each lash of the belt brought renewed pain to the pitiable boy. Even Simon’s groin was not left out of the whipping. Nathan tore into that with particular relish.

Using a ladder, Nathan released his brother’s wrists and ankles, causing Simon to drop to the ground in front of his merciless brother. A zipper opening made him remember what Nathan had in mind for him. He looked up at his brother with a look that begged him to leave him in peace, but that hope was gone when Nathan pulled out his small dick and presented it to Simon for sucking.

Knowing that Nathan was the favorite and he would get into worse trouble than he already was if he didn’t obey, Simon resigned himself to giving the blowjob. He vacuumed his brother’s wee cock into his succulent mouth for the attention he demanded. Nathan hissed his approval as Simon went to work on him. He began humping his hips in time with his sibling’s sucking rhythm.

As the sensations were new to him, Nathan was cumming after only a few minutes. Simon plopped back to the ground, having done his job for his brother. He was hoping his ordeal was over. He was far wrong. Simon reached for the now cold lasagna only to have Nathan push it away from him with his foot.

“But you said…,” he was on the verge of more crying as he looked to his brother.

“Let me season it for you,” Nathan countered and before Simon could do anything, he began pissing all over the pasta. “I been holding that all afternoon just for you, so you better enjoy it, faggot. And Dad said that you are getting tied back up when you’re done with eating.”

Without a reason, Nathan slapped his brother across his face and left the room. Simon looked at his ruined meal. Not eating all day made Simon hungry enough to eat the cold soggy pasta. Just as he was finishing up the meager meal, Nathan walked back down and leading Butch; their Doberman stud.

He walked over to Simon and not being able to pull him up, he sat him down on the cold floor. Nathan undid the rope harness holding the dildo inside him and told him to pull it out. Simon didn’t question his good fortune and pulled the painful rubber dick out of his asshole. His asshole felt like a giant vacant chasm, never to return to its original size.

Nathan grabbed his left wrist and tied a noose around it. He pulled it around the pole and hitched it to Simon’s left ankle. He tightened it then moved to the other side to do the same. His wrists and ankles were then tied together to prevent him from untying himself later.

A rope was then tied to the wall in front of Simon and run back to him. This was looped around Simon’s neck and tied tight enough to pull the boy up from his sitting position and be pulled forward. Simon was face down on the cold concrete floor with his butt stuck in the air. Once Nathan was done putting him into position, he walked over and led Butch back to his brother.

The dog took a whiff of Simon’s cum soaked asshole and instantly, his cock began to slide out of its sheath. Not being able to see what was going on, all Simon could do, was wait. Then, everything clicked into place for him and he panicked. He tried to get out of his bonds, but Nathan had tied them as good as his father had done. Butch sniffed around for a few minutes, while getting himself aroused by the aroma.

He pawed his “bitch” once or twice, and then jumped his front legs onto Simon’s back. With some impatience, the dog poked his dick around Simon’s ass, looking for the hole. Nathan helped his dog find his brother’s boypussy. Once the dog felt the sphincter muscle give to his prodding, he pushed his hindquarters forward and impaled Simon on his dick. The violence of the thrust sent another wave of pain into the youngster and he screamed anew into the floor.

Butch took over after that. With the powerful thrusts that only a dog could give, he pumped his unwilling receptacle’s hole. The dog was vicious in his coupling of the boy. His nails dug painfully into Simon’s back and sides as he scratched at him, trying to get some leverage. The skin on Simon’s back was already very sensitive, but the dog didn’t give a shit about that.

After several animalistic thrusts from the dog, something hard was hitting Simon’s asshole while the dog was still fucking him. He never knew about the knots that dogs get during mating. He was about to find out the hard way. Being frustrated, Butch made a big lurch forward and forced the knot inside the preteen.

Pain like never before erupted inside Simon. Screams filled the room once again. Nathan was actually laughing at the sight of a dog fucking his brother to death. Hank opened the door from above to tell Simon to stop the noise or he would make him stop. Simon was reduced to whimpers as Butch was unaffected by either the screams or the other two people in this tragedy. He just continued to fuck the poor boy.

Nathan was joined by his father at the steps. He sat down and pulled his dick out and showed his son how to jack it off. Soon, both son and father were whacking away at their hard-ons while the family dog was taking care of business with Hank’s other son. Butch yelped out his orgasm, sending doggy cum deep into Simon’s bowels and the pair on the stairs did the same.

“Leave Butch down here for tonight, son. Let him have his bitch whenever he was her,” Hank told his youngest.

“Okay, Dad,” Nathan said as he was zipping up his pants. He walked over to his pathetic brother, whimpering on the floor. Simon was trapped under Butch as the dog couldn’t take the knot out of the boy’s asshole.

“You stink, faggot,” he told Simon.

He watched as the dog was still trying to pull his dick out of Simon’s ass, but having no success. Butch was stuck until the knot went down. A few minutes later, Butch did succeed but it was to Simon’s added pain as his knot wasn’t totally deflated yet. A small whimper escaped his lips.

“Ooo, I bet that hurt, faggot. Didn’t it?” All Simon could do now was whimper. His throat was torn and he was all cried out. “And you’re bleeding, too. Oh, well. See ya in the morning, faggot.”

Nathan turned to leave, but stopped. He pulled his belt out of his pants again and lashed Simon’s ass and legs several more times before leaving. Simon was now alone with the dog. Semen mixed with blood ran down the insides of his legs and dripped on the floor. He was beyond caring what happened to him by this time. All he wanted to do now, was either sleep or die, he didn’t care which.

Sleep engulfed his mind about an hour later, but he woke to the scratching of nails on his back. Butch was climbing on his back again for another round. Hoping that he would loose interest if he couldn’t find the hole, Simon moved his buttocks around to avoid the predator’s cock. As Butch was unable to find the hole again, he growled menacingly at his boybitch. Simon knew it was now futile to try anything and stopped moving. The dog found the hole after a few more minutes of poking around and rammed it home inside Simon’s innards again.

Reawakened pain surged through his young body again as he felt Butch hit his mark. He could do nothing to avoid the pain from assaulting his immature mind as the dog began getting into his rhythm again. The knot grew and Butch shoved it deep inside his bitch once again, sending Simon into another fit of screams. He couldn’t help but scream at the pain. The door tore open and Hank strode in the room.

“Shut the fuck up, faggot!” Hank yelled at his son.

“But Dad, it hurts. Please make him stop,” Simon pleaded with his father.

“You don’t call me that anymore, faggot. You’re no son of mine.” A slap was added across Simon’s face to reiterate Hank’s feelings for him. “As for your pain; I don’t give a fuck. You want to be a fag; well this is what faggots do. They get fucked up the ass. Now, shut the fuck up, or I’m going to gag you.”

“PLEASE, Dad,” again begging.

“You just don’t listen very good, faggot. Fine with me.” Hank pulled his shorts down as well as his underpants. He peed onto the undergarment and then shoved them in Simon’s mouth. A piece of electrical tape was added to keep it in place. “There, that ought to hold you quiet till tomorrow. Good night, little fag.”

He ruffled Butch behind the ears and left the room. The acrid smell of urine filled Simon’s nostrils, making want to vomit. He knew if he did that, he would die, so he did his best to hold down his dinner. Butch continued the coupling until he released another load of doggy cum into Simon. This time, Simon’s asshole was so loose that the knot came free sooner, but no less painful.

Being finished with his bitch again, Butch wandered to the far side of the room and curled up for some more sleep. Simon cried himself back to sleep. His dreams came sporadically, as did his rest, being tied up in such an extreme position.

Early morning arrived with Simon getting fucked by the dog again and his brother bringing him cum-soaked pancakes for breakfast. His wrists and ankles were released and he was led back upstairs. His torment was over for now.

Hank was waiting for the two boys in the kitchen. Simon made to sit in one of the kitchen chairs, but his father stopped him.

“You don’t sit down, faggot. You ain’t messin’ up my chair with that junk on your legs. Just stand there while I talk.” Simon stopped and just stood there before his father and brother. He looked like something that was thrown out in the garbage.

His long blond hair was sticking up in several different directions. Red lines littered his body from the many whippings he took. His cock and balls ached and were also red from the torture his father had put them through. His asshole hurt like nothing else from being repetitively sodomized throughout the previous day and night. Cum and blood had mixed and dried, making a sort of sickly brown track down his legs. His legs were sore from being stretched outward for so long. Simon’s wrists and ankles showed signs of the ropes used on him as well.

“For now, faggot, go upstairs and get cleaned up. Get dressed and come back down here when you’re finished. You have fifteen minutes to do this. Go.”

Simon didn’t question anything; he just left the room and headed to the shower. Pain hit him as he turned on the cold water. All Simon could do was get as clean as possible and hope his torment was over. He scrubbed every part of his body, paying particular attention to his anus and the dried cum/blood on his legs. Once clean, he dried off and left the bathroom, headed to his room.

When he opened the drawer to chest, the only thing in there was a pair of pink panties and two pairs of matching pink socks. Knowing he was short on time, he grabbed the garments and threw them on his body. It was when he got to the closet that he picked up on what was happening. His jeans and shirts were gone and four dresses hung in the closet from hangers. A white pair of girls’ shoes was on the floor where his sneakers were supposed to be.

He glanced at the clock and saw that he had just about three minutes to get the dress on and get downstairs. Simon yanked the pink dress off its hanger and put it on. The shoes were next and he headed for the stairs. When he rounded the corner into the kitchen, Nathan saw him and fell over laughing and pointing.

“Pitiful, faggot, just pitiful. I expect you to do better next time. For now, bend over the back of the chair and grab the seat. You were five minutes late.”

Simon slumped his shoulders and did as his father told him. Hank raised the dress up, exposing the pink panties to the room and Nathan laughed even harder at that. Paying his younger son no mind, Hank pulled his belt out from his pants and grabbed the buckle. The first lash of the belt was vertical along Simon’s lower back and butt. He hissed at the renewed pain, but remained where he was.

The belt rained over thirty times onto the skin of his back and buttocks. Simon didn’t make more than a few grunts or hisses during the duration of the whipping. When Hank was finished beating the boy, he unzipped his pants and lowered them down to his knees with his underpants. He approached the quivering boy’s doubled over body and lined his cock up between the globes of Simon’s ass. The length of his cock ran along the boy’s crack and over the material of his pink panties.

“This is how you take care of your bitches, Nathan,” Hank said to the eager boy to his left. To Simon, he said nothing. He just painfully yanked the panties down the boy’s legs, giving him a clear shot to his enflamed asshole. Simon only had a fraction of a second’s time to register the tip of his father’s cock before it was buried deep into his hole again.

“Jesus Christ, faggot; you’re loose. Not even your bitch of a mother was this goddamn loose. You been fucking around on me, faggot?”

Nathan laughed again as his father tormented his elder sibling. He settled down to watch the enormous cock disappear into the beaten backside of his brother. As he watched the show, his father began to pump harder into Simon’s guts. The obscene event unfolded before his young eyes as Hank slammed harder and harder into the boy.

Simon could do nothing about the humiliating rape, but hang on to the chair’s seat and grit his teeth. He closed his eyes, hoping it would all go away.

“Dad, can he suck me off also?”

“Go ahead, son; he likes giving head,” he told the excited youngster, and then turned to Simon. “Don’t you, faggot?” He raised his hand and brought it down with a hard slap to the boy’s asscheek. “Answer me when I’m talking to you, faggot. You like a dick in your mouth, don’t you?”

Simon shook his head, no. Another slap pelted the skin of his asscheek.

“Don’t fucking lie to me, faggot. Tell the truth; you like it. You also like my cock up your faggot’s asshole. Don’t you?” Hank taunted him as his dick drove into him repetitively. The taunts continued till he saw Simon nod his head in shame. “I knew it. I knew you’d be like your whore of a mother. Well, take this, then,” Hank made a viciously hard thrust into the boy before Nathan put his dick in Simon’s mouth.

As his brother put his cock to Simon’s mouth, his father continued raping his ass as hard as he could. Although his asshole was on fire, his cock and balls were also being tormented by being squashed against the back of the chair. Each of his father’s powerful thrusts pushed them against the hard wood.

Nathan slapped him on the face with all his strength to get him to open his mouth and he did. Simon’s lips wrapped around the younger boy’s cock and he began to dutifully suck it. The boy now knew his place in the house if ever he doubted it. He was the family fuck toy. He was to be used at any and all times for the pleasure of the others.

Hank climaxed inside Simon’s asshole and pulled out to spray the juice all over the boy’s buttocks. Seeing his father do that to Simon caused Nathan to finish in his brother’s mouth again.

“Get yourself cleaned up. You smell like a cheap whore, faggot,” Hank said with a swat to the boy’s upturned ass. “Besides, we got guests comin later.”

Simon raised himself off the back of the chair while keeping his dress from touching any of the goo that his father left behind. He exited the room for the bathroom that was closest to clean up. He wiped his father’s cum off his butt and pulled his pink panties up to cover his sex. He composed himself in the mirror and tried to make his appearance better, but with the bruises he had sustained from the previous night’s events made the attempt hopeless.

Simon abandoned any further tries at fixing himself up and left the room to reenter the kitchen. His father turned to face him when he entered.

“Hide that cock, faggot. Girls don’t have cocks; neither do little faggots. Also, get some make up over those bruises. Fix yourself up real nice for our guests, faggot.”

“Yes sir,” Simon answered, dejectedly, and left the room for his bedroom.

A makeup kit was lying on his dresser, opened and waiting to be used. Simon had seen girls use the stuff to improve their looks, so he wasn’t totally ignorant. This was the first time he was using it on himself, though. A little blush was put on his bruised jawline and over the bruise on his cheek. A little lipstick also helped cover over a split lip he had received from his younger brother.

“Much better, faggot,” Hank’s voice called from the doorway. Simon turned to look at the father he once loved. “Pull your hair into pigtails, then come and join us outside.”

Simon nodded his head and did as Hank had told him to do. When he rose from the chair, he saw his image in the mirror. A pretty blond haired girl stared back at him. He thought that maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe no one would recognize him among his father’s guests. He headed to the back door and when it closed, all the color drained from his young face.

“And here’s the main course, fellas,” Hank announced to the crowd of bikers. “Have’r any way you want and as much as you want.”

Simon turned around to run back into the house, but the closest biker caught the hem of his dress and dragged him back to the yard. His dress was torn from his already sore body and thrown to the other side of the yard. The thin panties were shredded as they were also ripped from him. Simon was in a hopeless situation. Too many hands had him and weren’t letting go.

“Please, Daddy; help me!” he pleaded with his father, but Hank was busy barbequing ribs for his fellow rapists.

The gang of men dragged the scared boy over to the sawhorse Hank had pulled out earlier in the day. His body was thrown over the top of the horse and each limb was tied to the bottom of each leg of it. One particularly nasty biker walked up in front of him and pulled his head up by his pigtails. The man’s cock was already out and hardening at the thought of his prey. Not being able to do anything about his situation, Simon opened his mouth to accept the man’s staff. The biker held onto Simon’s pigtails while he shoved his enormous cock down the boy’s throat.

One of the bikers that had brought Simon to the horse had opened the flap to his pants and was lining his own cock up to the boy’s asshole. As the man impaled the youngster on his cock, he remarked that the boy was very loose to Hank.

“Yeah, Ben, the little faggot likes it, so give it to him as much as you can. Just wait till you guys see him take it from Butch.”

The crowd guffawed at the man’s joke then turned back to their helpless prey. Simon was sodomized several times that afternoon and night. When one man was through with him, another was ready to take his place. Simon’s mouth and asshole were used more times than he could count. All twenty bikers had his asshole or mouth at least twice. Each and every entry was painful for the boy as he took larger and larger cocks during his torture.

Leather straps were used all over Simon’s body during the duration of each of the rapes. They struck every part of his back, buttocks, legs and feet. He begged, pleaded, screamed and said anything to make the torment stop, but it continued on into the night. Even Butch got his boybitch again before the evening was over. Everyone stopped what they were doing to watch that show.

Finally, the “guests” left the party at about midnight, after each of them got one final fuck of Simon’s ass. Hank left his whimpering son tied to the sawhorse for the night. He and Nathan turned in shortly after the bikers left. Simon had never felt so much pain in his short life. During the course of the night, Butch fucked him again while he was still tied up. His asshole was so torn that each pump of the dog’s cock brought a renewed sense of pain.

The following morning, Hank release his son, but all Simon had the strength for is to roll to the ground and curl into a ball. Hank kicked his son into standing.

“Go get a shower, faggot. I don’t wanna see you the whole day. My son and I are leaving for church and lunch afterward, get your meal then. Get out of my sight.”

Achingly, Simon turned and walked up the back walk and into the house. Nathan was eating his breakfast as he walked through to the back bathroom. Just to be nasty, Nathan kicked him in the ass as he passed the table. Simon didn’t even register the kick, but kept walking through the room. He got to the bathroom and gingerly took off the white shoes and pink socks, and then climbed in the shower. His whole body ached from the two days of torture and it showed. Bruises were everywhere. There wasn’t a part of his body that didn’t have a bruise on it. His wrists and ankles showed the signs of rope burns where he had pulled on the ropes, trying to get loose. His face was swollen from the many slaps he had taken during the gang rape.

Simon knelt in the tub for a while, just letting the water cascade off his torn, abused body. The dried cum and blood mixed with the warm water and flowed down the drain. He reached up and pulled his hair out of the pigtails to get the dried jizm out of his hair while he showered. Simon was ashamed at what had happened over the weekend, all he wanted to do, was die in peace.

As Simon was stepping out of the shower, Nathan was walking in the bathroom. He saw his brother’s abused body and snickered. He then got an inspiration and lowered his underpants to present his little dick to Simon.

“Suck me, faggot,” Nathan ordered.

Knowing better than to incur the wrath of his brother telling his father, Simon sank to his knees and vacuumed the boy’s smaller cock. The young boy grabbed his head and forced his small digit into the warm mouth. Nathan humped his brother’s face for a while until his orgasm wracked his young frame and he pulled out to finish getting dressed for church.

After blowing his brother, Simon made his way to the bedroom and his comfortable bed for a nice sleep. As the boy fell onto the bed, Nathan walked in his room. He walked over to the bed and grabbed Simon’s right wrist and pulled it up to the headboard. It was then that Simon saw ropes tied to each of the bedposts.

“My dad said that you have to be tied up while we’re gone, faggot. This way, you won’t try to escape.” Nathan explained to the abused boy. Once Simon was tied to each of the ropes, Nathan left the room briefly. When he returned, he had the monster-sized dildo in his hand, coated in some kind of cream. Without preamble, the younger boy shoved the piece of rubber up Simon’s shredded asshole and tied it in place with the harness as it was done the subsequent night before.

Simon whimpered at the intrusion, but settled down shortly afterwards. The pain of the initial invasion had subsided, but something else was happening. His sphincter muscle began to get warmer and warmer. Soon, the sports cream had the torn barrier screaming with a new type of pain for Simon to bear. He began to squirm and pull at his bonds trying to get the invasive rubber out of his asshole, but Nathan had tied him too well for any hope of escape.

“Enjoy it, faggot,” Nathan said as his father called him from the front of the house. Simon was left in severe torment as the cream did its work on his inner bowels and had him completely in agony. He was not going to get any rest while they were gone to church.

More to cum if there’s enough interest. Shakey.