Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2002 22:21:03 -0400 (EDT)
From: Rob Andresen <malricnyc@excite.com>
Subject: The Rise of the House of Usher

	Eric Lord Usher was the oldest of two children born to David Baron
Usher and Glyniss Baroness Usher.  He was a tall, strapping lad, often
compared to His Highness, the Prince in looks, with tousled blonde locks
that cast down over dark brows and brooding brown eyes.
	His brother, Michael Lord Usher was far more plain, his face more
chiseled and relying less on looks than brains.  But of the two, Eric was
the brat.
	Born to inherit the lands and title from his father, Eric used his
looks to take advantage of the local girls and his cousins of the House of
Usher.  One cousin had already been sent away to boarding school because
she refused to give up her professed love for the boy who returned her
affections with disdain and ridicule.
	David Baron Usher knew that his son was not turning into the Peer
required of his station in the realm and didn't have a clue what to do
about his oldest boy.  Part of that came from his own relatively young age,
having only been 17 when he married his Lady, the son to arrive a scant
eight months later.
	His second son, however, was more mature, able to placate those who
had been abused by his older brother.  This despite only having turned 17
last month.  Would that Eric had the same maturity at 19, but then David
Baron Usher was always a bit of a dreamer.
	Michael, Mick to his friends and family, had always been the
conciliator, the negotiator, the one who tried to solve problems, most of
which were created by his brother.  But Mick also had a little secret: he
was infatuated with his older brother.
	It wasn't just the idle dreams of a young man wondering what it
would be like to become a man.  Far from it.  Mick had become a man several
months earlier and discovered that he preferred the company of men,
particularly his brother.  Alas, he had never quite tasted that forbidden
fruit but the dreams and fantasies remained a constant reminder of his
place in the world.
	He also had thought about his father, the Baron, with evil intent,
imagining his father's manhood buried in his throat, his pearlescent liquid
pumping from the Lord's loins into his hungry mouth.  But like the thoughts
of his brother's fleshy staff, they were fantasies that had little basis in
reality.
	Still, Eric kept his younger brother around for much the same
reason used by most older brothers around the world: as a ready target for
abuse. Today's audience was a young girl from the Lady's side of the family
who had come down from London for a weekend at the Usher estate.  Her
mother was being entertained by Lady Glyniss and the discussion of various
familial relations had driven the youngsters out to the garden.
	In the presence of an audience, Eric proceeded to abuse and harass
his younger brother unmercifully until a clearly shaken cousin pleaded with
Eric to relent and leave his brother alone.  His target somewhat thwarted
because of lack of audience participation, he turned his attention to his
cousin, calling attention to perceived flaws in her beauty and character.
	She fled the garden in tears, her erstwhile attraction to the young
Lord destroyed by his harangue.  The Baron Usher, having overheard the
exchange was about to come around the hedge to confront his oldest son when
he heard a remarkable transformation overcome his youngest son.
	"Eric, that was completely rude and uncalled for and you have to
apologize to our cousin for your asinine behavior."  Michael's voice was
rough and filled with an emotion the Baron had not heard from his youngest:
anger!
	"Ah but why should I apologize to that piece of trash from London?
She obviously bends over for every boy in town and simply thought I would
fancy a similar go at it."
	"That is not true and you know it.  She had a crush on you for
years and you took her and crushed her just so you could have some fun!"
	"And what if I did?  I'm the next Baron and I can do anything I
want!"
	"No, brother mine.  I think it's about time you found out that you
can't do anything you want."
	Mick threw himself at his brother and quickly wrestled him to the
ground where he applied a vicious hold that threatened to pop the older
boy's shoulder from its socket.  Eric bellowed in pain and demanded his
brother let him go but Mick was having none of that.  David peered between
the hedge bushes and chuckled as he realize that Mick was in complete
control of his brother.
	"You are a rude, obnoxious, son of a bitch, Eric and it's about
time you tasted a bit of your own medicine."  Mick whipped his belt off
with one hand and looped it around his brother's arms, pinning them back
behind the boy's back in a painful embrace.  David got a wild thrill seeing
his youngest son meting out the punishment that he should have given his
son himself. This was a true sign of leadership: appropriate punishment.
	Mick kept his brother on his knees as he stepped around and slapped
the older boy across the face.  A red mark appeared quickly and Mick added
a second one to the other side.  Eric cried out and tried to avoid his
brother's punishment but more blows landed on the young Lord's face.
	"You are an arrogant bastard, boy, and you don't deserve to have a
title or position.  Those things need to be earned!  Mom and Dad should
never have given you a car or a motorbike until you proved yourself.  But
then you played them like you play everyone except me.  Cause I know you,
big brother.  I know the things you try to hide from everyone."
	The slaps punctuated the short speech until Eric's face became
almost purple.  At that point, David noticed an amazing and embarrassing
sight.  His oldest son was sporting a rather large erection that threatened
the soccer shorts the boy was wearing. He was becoming aroused by the
abuse!
	Mick noticed as well and began making snide comments. "Oh, it looks
like the `minor lord' has made his presence known as well.  Who would have
thought such a pretty boy would have a thing for getting slapped.  But
there's your pecker, standing tall and announcing your desires to the
world!  So tell me, boy, do you like this?"
	Eric murmured, his voice lost in the distance but David saw his son
nodding.  What was this!?  He leaned forward to see if he could hear more
and heard his younger son chuckle.
	"Well, you made a comment about our young cousin bending over for
every Tom's hairy dick, let's see if you have the same desires, boy!"  Mick
pushed his brother over so his face was buried in the soft grass and the
moist soccer shorts sparkled in the sun.  Mick smacked his brother's ass
eliciting a groan from the ground and laughed.
	"I see we like it on both ends, eh?  Well, let's see what you do
like, brother-mine."  Mick pulled the shorts down to reveal a firm pair of
buttocks that were covered in tiny dense ringlets of hair, dark and
centered in the cleft of his ass cheeks.  David marveled at his son's ass
and felt himself getting hard.  As he adjusted his own growing member to
avoid constriction, he watched his younger son fondle his own rapidly
growing love basket.
	"I think someone has had some experience in this area and wants to
try it with his own brother.  Have you, boy?"
	Eric mumbled something into the ground that made Mick laugh.  "I
thought so.  You get off on being humiliated, don't you, big boy?  Well,
your little bro has something to show you so sit up, bitch."
	Eric complied, his face still red and grass lodged in his tousled
hair as Mick stepped in front of him and pulled the drawstring holding his
own sweat pants in place.  David gasped as his son's massive throbber came
into view, eleven inches of man meat dangling in front of Eric's face.
	"Taste it, boy.  Stick out that tongue of yours and slide some of
my meat into your mouth!"
	Eric bent forward and slid his extended tongue around his brother's
cockhead, creamy juices dribbling out the piss slit and onto his tongue.
Mick groaned and threw his head back, exclaiming, "damn boy, you sure do
know how to make a guy juice himself!  Now swallow that head, boy!"
	As Eric complied, David unsnapped his own pants and let his eight
inch whanger loose into the cool air.  A clear drop of man jelly oozed down
the shaft to nestle, sparkling, in his dense cock bush.  David brought his
attention back to his boys in the garden and watched in amazement as Eric
slid down the entire length of his brother's massive member to rest his
nose in the young man's pubes.
	His older brother began sucking his cock in earnest, the only sound
that of Eric's effort at swallowing some of the spit and lube he was
working on.  David moaned softly as he watched his sons in action, his own
meat aching for release.
	Mick sighed and stepped back, his fuck tool dangling obscenely
between his meaty thighs.  "All right, boy.  You think our cousin bends
over for every boy, well, you're bending over for this boy now, ass hole.
And I'm gonna make sure that you pay for your behavior today, are we
clear?"
	"Yes, sir." whispered the older boy, his eyes filled with a
combination of fear and anticipation.  Mick slapped the back of his
brother's head, sending him back down to raise his now bare ass into the
air.  Mick slid the boy's shorts down to the ground and David got his first
look at his oldest son's cock.
	God had been less generous to the oldest son, only seven inches of
meat snapped out to throw a rope of cum into the boy's face.  Eric moaned
loudly as Mick jacked himself and applied some spit for lube.  Positioning
himself against his brother's sphincter, he shoved forward in a single
movement, burying his entire eleven inches in his brother's tight man cunt
and causing the boy to cry out in pain.
	"You got my cock, boy.  Feel the pain?  This is just s amll payment
on the pain you've caused others, asshole.  Now feel what it's like to be
fucked over for real."  With that, Mick began thrusting in and out of the
boy's abused pucker, sliding ten inches out before slamming back in to
crash against his brother's prostate.
	Juice flowed freely from the smaller cock onto the ground, puddling
into a pool of cum.  David began breathing heavily and the sound of Mick's
thighs smacking into his brother's ass cheeks floated across the grass.
Having watched his boys in performance, he knew he had to add his
punishment to Mick's.
	He drew his pants up as he stood but didn't close them off as he
walked around the hedge and into the same small garden the two boys were
fucking in.  Mick jolted to a stop as he spied his Dad walking around the
hedge and he turned a bright red.
	Eric, not being able to see his Dad coming, whispered to his
brother, "keep fucking me, I need you inside me, bro!  Teach me to behave!"
	"I think you need more of a lesson than your brother can provide
alone, Eric."
	The boy jerked his head up to come face to crotch with his Dad.
His face turned even more red as he realized the position he had been
caught in.  But David was going to have his own go at his son.  He dropped
his pants, revealing his own drooling member and growled at his sons.
	"Fuck your brother good, Mick.  He's got to suck the juice out of
my cock while you're working on him and he better do a good job!"  Grinning
evilly, Mick began sliding his cock back into his brother, eliciting
another set of groans as he hit the man's prostate again and again.  David
pressed his own cock against his son's mouth and slapped him lightly to
show who was boss.
	Eric swallowed his Dad's meat quickly and began polishing his knob
with eagerness.  They remained there for a while, Mick pumping his
brother's ass with almost a foot of man meat, David filling his son's mouth
with another eight inches of fleshy delight.  On occasion, David let his
hands stray to his younger son's chest, the sweat dripping through a light
mat of fur that snaked its way down to his massive endowment.
	"Fuck, Dad, I'm about to spray my load in Eric!"
	"Fill his ass, boy.  Show me the power of your cream!  Fill his
meager ass!"
	Mick shuddered and grunted three times as he began filling his
brother's ass with copious loads of juice.  Cum oozed from the older boy's
abused pucker and slid down his ball sac to drip onto the ground.  After a
few more thrusts, Mick pulled out with a "plop" and milked the last of his
spooge out.
	"Don't let that go to waste, boy.  Come around here and let your
brother clean you up!"  David pulled out of his boy's mouth and exchanged
positions with his youngest.  He slid his own thick meat into Eric's ass as
Mick allowed his brother to lick and clean his own dangling meat monster.
	David plowed away for several minutes, his own thrusts not sinking
as deeply as his boy's but hitting the right spots through experience
instead.  His eyes closed, he wasn't prepared when Mick slid his hands
around his Dad's chest and belly, running his fingers through the dense
fur.
	Mick kissed his Dad on the shoulder and nestled his own wet cock in
his Dad's ass cleft.  The sensation sent David over the edge and he pumped
his load into his son's abused ass.  Shot after shot of cum drained into
the boy and left David feeling weak and released.
	Eric grabbed his own cock and jacked twice before shooting a huge
stream of cum across the grass to land ten feet away, a ropy reminder of
the power of youth.  David did a double take and realized that the belt
that Mick had used had not truly restrained his son after all.
	In fact, as he glanced at his youngest son, he recognized an evil
glint in the boy's eyes and realized that they had set him up!
	"Yeah, Dad.  Eric and I wanted to get you into our little game and
when we knew you would be out here, we thought we could stage things the
right way so you'd join us."
	David shook his head in amazement!
	"Yeah, I punished Eric about a year ago and every once in a while
he likes to go back and play it again.  He's still an asshole sometimes but
he's getting better.  He knows that if he doesn't behave, he doesn't get
any of my dick anymore and he's come to need that meat in his ass."
	I looked over at my oldest son, now standing with his knees stained
from the grass.  "Yeah, Dad.  I'm trying to behave but it's kinda tough
changing the way I've been.  Maybe now you can help `teach' me!"
	The evil glint in his eyes mirrored my own and that of his younger
brother.
	"I think we need to make sure you get `taught' well, boy!"  I knew
the son had truly risen over the House of Usher!


So tell me what you think.  Email me.  Oh, and this one's for David. :)

Rob