Date: Wed, 16 Aug 2000 22:09:57 -0400 (EDT) From: Marc Subject: Family Friction (Part 3) Disclaimer: The following story deals with incest, watersports, scat and other fetishes. If you are under the age of eighteen, or find this kind of sexual activity offensive, STOP HERE! Family Friction (Part 3) By Rim4you 1 The grandfather clock in the hallway chimed 3:30 a.m. when Jake stepped out onto the porch. The August night was oppresively hot and humid. Like most of the farmhouses in the area, the front porch ran the entire length of the front of the house. It was here that most friends and neighbors gathered for a visit, weather permitting. Jake made his way to a group of patio chairs at one end of the porch and sat down. He went over the events that had just recently transpired, rolling them over and over in his mind trying to rationalize why he, the patriarch of the family, wasn't able to get a grip on the situation and remedy it quickly. "Ah fuck!" Jake cussed at himself, "I should 'ev done somethin'! Brandon has always been able to handle tense situations and work things out just fine. Guess he takes after you, Clare." Jake whispered, with a tinge of emotion in his voice as he thought about his deceased wife. Then Jake chuckled, "But on the other hand, I suppose Brandon is getting himself one hot, little piece of ass round about now!" The screen door squeeked and opend. Brad emerged onto the dark porch, naked, beers in hand. As his eyes became accustomed to the darkness he looked around and spotted Jake seated in a chair and walked towards him. Jake had leaned back in his chair when he heard the screen door open. His legs were spread wide, his eleven inch cock stood proudly at attention, his low hanging balls hung freely over the rim of the chair. In his hand he held the ping-pong paddle which he tapped lightly against his muscular thigh. Upon seeing the paddle in Jake's hand, a rush of exhiliration like an electric shock, shot through Brand and his cock twitched with anticipation. "Here's your beer, Daddy," Brad murmered, as he handed Jake the bottle, slipping into his role of the submissive boy who had misbehaved and was about to suffer the consequenses of his actions. Jake shot a glance upwards to his son, who quickly repositioned himself to a seated position on the floor at Jakes feet. "You know, Bradley," Jake said, with a wicked grin, tapping the paddle against his thigh loud enough so Brad could hear it, "I don't think you were very nice to Alex just now. You know that nothing pisses me off more than rudeness, especially when it's directed towards family. I guess I'll just have to teach you some fuckin' manners and respect!" "Yes, sir," Brad replied, meekly. "What do you have to say for yourself, Bradley?" Brad hung his head, as he knew he was supposed to. Father and son were playing a game that streatched many, many years back. As adults it was their way of bonding and their special way of playing when alone together. "Nothing, sir!" Brad faked a whimper, "I was rude and disrespectful and deserve to be punished." "Well, at least you got the fuckin' balls to admit it!" Jake snapped. "Speakin' of which, get over her and suck on my balls, boy!" Obediently, Brad slid under the chair, positioning his head under Jake's hefty ball sack. Opening his mouth wide, he engulfed Jake's balls into his mouth and sucked and tugged at them in the manner in which he knew Jake loved. Jake moaned and enjoyed the sensations his son's mouth was giving his testicles. Leaning forward, Jake reached down to Brad's nipples and squeezed them roughly. Brad squirmed from the inflicted pain. Jake pinched Brad's nubs even harder, more forcefully. Brad thrashed about even more. "Fuckin' bite my balls, Bradley, and I'll beat your mother fuckin' so raw you won't be able to sit down for a month! Take it like the man I taught you to be or are you just another wimpy faggot boy?" Brad moaned, in pain and ecstacy. "Answer your Daddy when he talks to you boy!" Jake bellowed, as he raised the paddle high in the air and delivered a hard whack to Brad's thigh. Brad disengaged his mouth quickly from Jake's balls. "I'm just a faggot boy, Daddy!" Brad answered. "I'll never be the man that you are." "Oh! So I raised a queer boy, did I?" Jake hollered, delivering another mighty whack to Brad's thigh. "Ooowww!" Brad whimpered, truthfully from the pain Jake inflicted. But Brad knew that it was all a game they played and that Jake would stop only when a point had been reached and only Brad had control over that. "Yes, Daddy! I'm queer. I'm a faggot and a pussey boy!" Whack! Whack! Whack! came the paddle on Brad's other thigh. "You not only shame me tonight with your disrespect towards Alex that your younger brother had to do your duty and now I find out that you're a cocksucker as well?" Brad dwelled upon that thought. Perhaps Jake was really punishing him. "Would the game come to an end at the given signal?" A signal that only Brad could give. Brad thought hard. "I'm sorry, Daddy!" Brad pleaded, uncertain now if this were just a game or if Jake was indeed taking out his own frustrations on him. "Get up, wimp!" Jake yelled, "grab hold of the railing and get that ass up in the air! I know how to treat fuckin' cocksuckers like you!" Brad hunkered up, his thighs stinging. Crawling forward a few feet, he grasped the railing of the porch and pulled himself up. Streatching himself so that he was at arms length from the railing, Brad spread his legs and jutted his hairy ass as high in the air as he could. He awaited his punishment. Jake drained his bottle of beer and dropped the empty bottle on the porch floor. "Whew!" Jake snarled, as he approached Brad's upturned ass. "You're ass fuckin' stinks boy! When was the last time you wiped it?" "Three days ago, Daddy. I wanted it to smell nice and ripe for Brandon!" "Fuck, boy! You stink all over! You need a fuckin' shower, Bradley!" "Will you give me a shower, Daddy, and wash out my dirty ass?" Jake stood behind Brad with his cock inches away from his son's pucker. Brad's hole was shitty. There was no doubt about that after Brandon had shoved his bull cock up his brothers' ass and literally fucked the shit out of him. Jake took aim and started to piss. The stream of liquid gold hit Brad's asshole and worked its way up and down Brad's hairy ass trench. "Fuck yeah!" Brad groaned, "Piss on me, Daddy!" Jake shot his heavy stream of piss up and down each of Brad's legs, then he took aim for Brad's back, the back of his neck and head. Brad turned his head to face Jake's pissing cock and took a flow onto his face and into his mouth. Jake's piss was strong and rancid. It was his undiluted morning piss. Foul in its stench. Pungent, and the flavor, heady. "Wash up, boy!" Jake hollered, stopping his piss flow. Brad took Jake's reeking piss, dripping from his face and washed. His face. His chest. His armpits. His cock and balls. His stinging thighs. "Will you scrub my asshole, Daddy?" Jake lunged forward and in one powerful thrust, sunk his eleven inches into his son's filthy hole. Brad screamed. "Fuck! Brad yelled, at the massive intrusion, bucking his ass back. "I'll fuckin' scrub your stinking hole alright, son!" Jake hollered back. "Gonna fuckin' finish pissin' up your boy pussy and rape your mother fuckin' ass just like your little brother did!" Jake emptied the rest of his bladder up Brad's shit chute, just as Brandon had done earlier and began furiously fucking his son's asshole. The fuck was long and hard. At times Jake would pull his rigid cock all the way out of Brad's hole, then slam back in with all his might. "Fuckin' dirty ass!" Jake hollered. "Fuckin' a pig's shit-pissey ass! Fuckin' cunt whore! Take my cock up your slop hole! "Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck my whore hole!" With each lunge that Jake took, Brad bucked his ass back to receive the full fury of his father's fuck. Jake was a man who fucked hard and deep, showing little mercy to the man who accepted his throbbing cock. Then suddenly, Jake pulled out of Brad's gaping, well fucked asshole. A moment of respite was afforded Brad, whose body quivered and shook. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! The paddle descended once more. This time on Brad's upturned ass. "I'll be good, Daddy!" Brad whimpered. "I promise!" The pain Brad felt was excruciating, as Jake's punishment was as severe and brutal as his fucking. Whack! Whack! Whack! Then silence. Brad heaved and sighed, but would not give in. Not just yet. "Stubbern fucker!" Jake hissed. Jake walked away from Brad. Descending the porch steps he made his way to the side of the house to the clothesline. There he retrieved four clothes pins and returned to his quaking son, still clenching the railing. Still assuming the position. Brad saw the clothes pins in Jakes hand and tembled. "Please, Daddy!" Brad pleaded, "Not that!" "Shut the fuck up, Bradley!" Jake began to attach the clothes pins. One each on Brad's sensitive nipples and then, snarlng, as if he had won victory, he clamped each of Brad's balls. Brad screamed in agony and lust, but did not give in. His body contorted in pain. How much more could he endure? The pain caused his ass muscles to contract and Brad began spewing piss and shit from his asshole. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! "Dirty, fuckin' nasty boy! Jake yelled. "I'll teach you to shit on the front porch!" "Please, please! Brad whimpered, "No more! I'll be good! I promise, I will!" Despite Brad's moans, groans and pleadings, Jake knew that Brad had not given in yet. Jake eyed Brad's bottle of beer. Reaching for it he grabbed it and spilled its contents over his hand and arm. Then as savagely as he had fucked Brad's ass with his cock, Jake sunk his fist into Brad's gaping, well fucked hole. "Aaahhh!" Brad groaned, gritting his teeth, as this next rape of his asshole began, "punch my ass!" Jake's hand sunk deep into his son's sloppy, filthy hole, His hand became a pistoning machine. Punching. Grinding. Twisting. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Brad sighed. The agony and ecstacy of his rape plunging him into the infernal abyss of lust and depravity. "You're a fuckin' hungry cunt, aren't you?" Jake screamed. "More! More! Give me more!" "You want more, pig?" "Yes!" The pain Brad felt at this moment was more than he had ever endured before, especially with the clothes pins clamping upon his balls. Jake stopped his fisting of Brad's ass for a moment, though not removing his fist. Slowly, he edged his dick towards Brad's filthy, shitting asshole. He took aim upon his intended target and pushed his cock in. As Jake's cock slid into Brad's shit chute, he curled his fingers around his dick and began jakcing off up Brad's ass. "Fuck! Fuck!" Brad screamed in a frenzy of pain and uncontrolled lust. The pain in his nipples, balls and ass was bringing him closer and closer to that point wherein Jake would stop. But Brad wanted to push his limits. He did not want to give in to Jake this time, until Jake had cum. "You like my jackin' my cock up you ass, boy?" "Yes!" "Jackin' my dick right up you fuckin' filthy ass!" "Cum up my ass, Daddy! Please cum in my stinking, faggot ass!" "Yeah?" "Yes! I promise I will never shame you again in front of Alex!" Brad responded, gritting and grinding his teeth. Jake continued stroking his cock within the recesses of his son's ass. Bringing himself closer and closer to the edge of no return. To that orgasm that would satisfy his pent up lust. "Fuck me, Daddy! Jack your big fuckin' dick off up my stinkin' dirty ass! I wanna feel you hot load up my ass!" "Fuckin' bitch! Fuckin' cunt-whore!" Jake bellowed, "take my fuckin' cum up your stinkin', dirty ass!" Jake's sweating body heaved and with one final lurch, one final stroke, he let loose the floodgates of his churning balls, spewing wad after wad of steamy spooge into Brad's rectum. Brad let go of the railing, and a piercing wail escaped him, followed by sobs and tears. The signal was given. Brad crashed to the floor in a fetal position and cried. Jake quickly recoverd from his explosive orgasm and released his son from the bondage of his pain and agony. But was it his true agony? Craddling his sobbing son in his arms, Jake caressed Brad tenderly. "I love you Brad!" "I love you too, Dad!" Brad sobbed. At that moment, the cock crowed, heralding a new day. ****************************** I welcome your comments or suggestions. Write to me at Rim4you@webtv.net