Date: Mon, 23 Feb 2004 20:52:45 -0800 (PST) From: rimpigfl Subject: MARINE HERO 23 Disclaimer: This is a story. I didn't live it - even though I wished I had. It is purely for enjoyment. It's another of my "Marine" stories. Some guys wonder why I keep writing about Marines. Besides the fact that they epitomize masculinity to me, beyond the fact that they are just about the raunchiest guys I've ever known, there is another reason. These brave warriors are often the first defense against any enemy of my country and my way of life. Throughout the history of this country, the Marine Corps has produced more, oftentimes unsung, heros than any other fighting force. And I don't know about you, but contrary to Whitney Houston's song, my need for a hero has always been fulfilled by The Few, The Proud, The Marines. Semper Fi! I wish to acknowledge two people who's assistance with this story was invaluable. First of all, Kris, who is a great writer in her own right. And Second, but not least, a real Marine and a beautiful man - Rich, who will always be Jeff to me. MARINE HERO by RimPig (c) 2004 Chapter Twenty Three - Keith's Step-father Pays A Price I carried Keith to our room and put him on the bed to let him sleep. I'd lost count of how many orgasms he'd had but he was one tired but satisfied boy! Jeff and I then joined Dad and Rusty in the kitchen where they were having a cup of coffee. "So what do you think we ought to do?" Dad asked. "Well, the first thing is we need to get hold of that young lawyer and get Keith legally put into our care." Rusty said. "We also need to take the digital camera and take pictures of the bruises and welts before they fade. We want evidence of what's been done to him." I said. "Speaking of which," Dad said. "What the fuck are we gonna do about that?" "Well, actually, I have an idea. It will take all of us, but I think we can guarantee that Keith's step-father will not only not oppose him being taken away and placed in our care - we will probably never hear from him again - if he even stays in this town." I said. I outlined my plan to Dad, Rusty and Jeff. Dad was amazed! "Boy, we should have had you in uniform! You've got a real bent for tactics!" Dad laughed. "Thanks, Dad, but three Marines in the family is quite enough!" I laughed. "Well, it's soon gonna be three former Marines in the family." Dad said. "Why?" I asked. "Your Dad's been offered an early retirement package that's just too good to pass up." Rusty said. "Not to mention the fact that there's talk that Rusty's unit could get called up. We've given enough blood to the Corps. It's time for us to spend the rest of our lives loving each other." Dad said. "So when is this going to happen?" I asked. "Probably within the next month or so." Dad said. "I've got to tell you, I'm glad." I told them. "I'll be glad to have you both safe and together with us. Not to mention, Keith's going to need all of our love and care." "Yeah. That's what I figured, too. We won't need to work for a while so I figure that Rusty and I can take care of Keith." he said. "I'm sure he'll love that!" I laughed. "Course, I'd better get you both some Viagra! You'll need it to keep up with his sex drive!" Dad and Rusty laughed at that, too. We continued to talk for a little while, Dad telling us he'd call the young, gay lawyer he knew first thing in the morning. "How do you know him, Dad?" I asked. "He used to be JAG. Got out because of one of the 'witch-hunts', trying to track down gays. He refused to be part of it. He's in private practice here now." Dad said. "Helps a lot of young Marines that get into trouble. And you know how young Marines can get into trouble!" "Yeah! Like molesting young boys on Greyhound buses!" I laughed. "Hey! You were eighteen!" Jeff protested, grinning at me. "Besides, I wouldn't go talking about molesting young boys if I were you!" "No, I guess after tonight, none of us can!" I laughed. "I'm beginning to wonder just exactly who molested who?!" Rusty said. And we all laughed. Soon after we all went to bed. Jeff and I got on each side of Keith's sleeping form and put our arms around him and each other. He murmured in his sleep but didn't wake up. He seemed to know that it was us in bed with him though. He reached out to touch both of us before quieting down again. Soon we were all three asleep. The next morning, I woke to the feeling of something hot and tight around my cock. I opened my eyes to see Keith's bubble-butt shoved all the way down on my hardon as he was slowly sucking on Jeff's cock as Jeff continued to sleep! But not for long! I started fucking Keith harder and was getting close when Jeff opened his eyes and saw what was going on. He reached down and pushed Keith's face further down on his cock as I began to cum in Keith's hot, tight butt! "Ahh! Fuck!" I moaned quietly so I wouldn't wake up the hole house. I pulled my cock from Keith ass and, as I did so, I saw Jeff pulling his cock from Keith's mouth. "Turn over, boy! I want some of that ass my lover just fucked!" Jeff growled, his voice rough from just waking up and horniness. Keith eagerly turned over, presenting his just-fucked ass to Jeff who slammed his hard cock fully into it in one might shove! Keith groaned. "Yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me deep! Fuck me HARD!" Jeff proceeded to do exactly that! He began power-fucking the young butt. I slid down the bed and took Keith's hard cock in my mouth, sucking him deep into me while Jeff continued to fuck him. It didn't take either one of them long to shoot their loads. "Yeah! Fuck! Fuckin' your butt, boy! Cummin' in your butt!" Jeff cried out as he dumped his load of morning cum deep in Keith's hungry ass. "Ahh! Fuck! Yeah! Fuck me! Suck my cock!" Keith cried out as he unloaded his sweet teen cum in my mouth! What a fucking breakfast! Pure teen protein! All three of us lay there on the bed, unable to move after that. I think we even slept again for a few minutes. The next thing I heard was the sound of the alarm clock. We all groaned and got up. Dad and Rusty were already in the kitchen and had made coffee. Rusty was in the middle of cooking breakfast, something he was very good at. The breakfast he was making was huge! Eggs, sausage, bacon, ham, grits, home fries, and to top it all off, pancakes! "Did we invite the 1st Marine Expeditionary Force for breakfast?" I asked him. "No, just one teenager and your lover who eats like one!" Rusty laughed. Before breakfast was over - there was not a scrap of food left! I looked at Rusty and he just winked at me. "Okay, men! Shower time!" Dad intoned, as he did every morning. This was something new to Keith that we'd forgotten to tell him about. He looked at me quizzically. I just told him to follow along. Five naked males trooped down to the play room again and all got in the shower. "Okay, who's turn is it?" Dad asked as we stood there without the water running. "Well, we have a new member of the Shower Squad this morning, Sergeant! Seems to me he should be properly welcomed into the squad!" Jeff shouted in good Marine order! "New member! Front and center!" Dad barked. "That's you!" I said to Keith. He walked over to where Dad was standing. "On your knees, boy!" Dad ordered and Keith complied. We all surrounded him and he quickly figured out what was about to happen to him. "Oh! Fuck! Yeah!" he moaned. Suddenly, four cocks were all spraying him with hot, yellow man-piss from four different directions at once! The stink of strong, morning piss filled the air as Keith writhed and murmured in the golden shower. He rubbed the piss into his skin and then began to use it as lube to jack his dick with. He leaned over and tasted some from each spout as he continued to moan. "Oh! Fuck! (gulp) Yeah! (gulp) Piss on me! (gulp) Wet me down! (gulp) Make me your piss boy!(gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp!)" he groaned and drank. When the rain of piss ended, Dad looked down at him. "Okay, boy! Your turn!" he said. At this we all got into a line and down on our knees. Keith quickly figured out what his role was and stood up. He took his cock in his hand and began pissing on each of us in turn. Each of us, took a gulp of his strong, yellow boy-piss as he passed down the line, wetting each of us. He then went back up the line again before his piss ran out. He finished in front of me so I leaned over and took the last of his piss in my mouth and cleaned off his cock for him. Then we all stood and hugged each other's wet bodies, mixing our piss with each other and kissing good morning - sharing the taste of each other's piss. Then we turned on five of the six shower heads and began to shower. Keith noticed the extra shower head. "Hey! You guys were ready for me!"he grinned. "Shit, we even got room for when you find a lover!" Jeff laughed. "Me!?" Keith looked at me, a strange look on his face. "Sure. You're going to find somebody someday and fall in love. Just wait and see." I smiled. "And you won't mind?" Keith asked. "Remember the house rules?" I asked. Keith thought for a moment. "No jealousy?" he asked. "That's right. No jealousy. You're lover will be part of the family as well, if that's what you both want." I said. He got a very thoughtful look on his face but didn't say anything. I drove him to school with me. On the way, I set the rules for him. "Okay, as of today, there is a change. You don't sit in class and daydream anymore. You participate, just like you do in my class. You get good grades because you're going to have to face a military tribunal with each report card. So you'd better be working hard! We want you to make something of yourself and we want to be proud of you. And...not to put to fine an edge on it, we would like to be able to show that living with us has helped you for the legal fight we may have to put up to keep you." I said. "Besides, think about the rewards of doing well." "What?" he asked. "You're ass fucked and your cock sucked all the time as well as much piss as you can drink? How about that?" I asked. "I will! I'll work hard!" he laughed. "Those kind of rewards I like!" "Yeah, I thought you might." I chuckled. Keith became the entire topic of conversation in the faculty lunchroom that day. All of his teachers remarked on the tremendous change that had come over Keith seemingly overnight! None of them could figure out what had done it. I simply told them that what they were seeing is what I'd been seeing in my classroom from Keith all year and let it go at that. But that night, we had quite a little celebration down in the play room with Keith getting fucked by Dad while Keith fucked me and sucking both Rusty and Jeff before they took turns fucking him as well. I was the final fuck of the night so he got fucked by all four cocks and sucked all four of our asses as well as sucking on all four of our cocks! He was one, tired, happy boy when he went to bed, sleeping between Rusty and Dad that night. We discovered in the morning that he'd treated Dad and Rusty to his method of waking them up that he'd used on Jeff and me. The following week Jeff, Dad, Rusty and I met with the young gay attorney at his office downtown. His name was Robert Westman but asked us to call him Robby. We outlined the situation to him, leaving out the relationship among us. He listened until we had our say and then asked a few pertinent questions about Keith and about our ability to provide a home for him. "Well, I must say, Keith is one lucky boy! To find such a loving, stable environment with not one but four parents is quite remarkable. However, I'm going to tell you from the get-go, forget adoption." Robby said. We all reacted to this so vehemently that Robby held up his hands, demanding quiet. "Please, before you go 'off' all over me, let me explain. Keith is 16 years old, almost 17. That's not enough time before he turns 18 to put through a legal adoption. But it won't matter. I have a friend who's a supervisor with foster care. We will have you all appointed his foster care parents and you will have almost all the rights of parents anyway, plus the state will help pay for his care, especially his medical care." Robby said. "But we want him as part of our family!" Dad insisted. "But he will be! Look, none of you are 'legally' family now except you and Mike Jr. Does that affect in anyway the situation between you?" he asked. We all looked at each other and shook our heads. "No." Dad said. "It's very simple. For all intents and purposes, Keith will be your son. All of you. When he turns 18, he's on his own. He can do whatever he wants to do anyway, whether you adopted him or not." Robby said. "What about, well...say something happened to us. We'd want to make sure that Keith was taken care of." Dad said. "Well, in the very, very unlikely event that something happened to all of you, you each can have a will drawn making Keith the optimal beneficiary. I can draw those up for you. Then he'd be taken care of and would inherit your property, just as if he was your son." Robby said. "What do you mean about it there not being enough time?" I asked. "With adoptions, the state requires that the child be in the prospective parents home as a foster placement for at least one year prior to the adoption petition being filed. Then it takes about a year for all of the investigations and such until you finally reach a judge. By that time, Keith would be 18 and you couldn't adopt him anyway. You cannot adopt an adult." Robby explained. "So foster placement is the best we can hope for?" I asked. "Yes, and I can arrange it easily for you - especially when I show David these!" Robby said, indicating the photographs that we took of Keith the morning after he came to live with us of the bruises and welts his step-father had left on his body. "Yeah, we figured somebody would understand if they saw those!" Dad said. "They certainly will. There's one other reason for adoption not being a good route to take. The father's sister. She would have to be found and her permission granted for the adoption, since she's the only known blood relative. That could take who knows how long!" Robby said. "Yeah. We see what you mean." Dad said. "But how intrusive is the state going to be into our lives?" "Not at all. I'll make sure that David handles the case himself. If Keith is happy with the placement, there's no problem whatever. He is happy, I take it?" he asked. We all four laughed. "Deliriously!" I answered. "Well, then, there's no problem! Believe me! The last thing foster care needs is another teenager they can't place! Too many of those already!" Robby said. "How many?" Dad asked. "Hundreds in this county alone. Tens of thousands throughout the state. No, Keith is a very lucky boy to have you guys willing to take him on!" Robby said. "That many?" Dad said. "What a fucking shame!" "Tell you what. It's almost eleven. Why don't you guys go and have lunch and then come back. By that time, I'll have contacted David and set up an appointment for you to meet him and get the paperwork rolling. How's that sound?" he said. "Do you want to meet Keith?" I asked. "Yes, that would probably be a good idea. Can you bring him back with you?" Robby asked. "Yes, we'll stop by the high school and pick him up." I said. "I can sign him out as a faculty member." "I've got to hand it to you, Mike. You took a hell of a chance for this kid! Whatever made you do it? You could have lost your job over this!" Robby said. "A job is not worth a boy's life. Had he stayed on those streets he'd probably be dead - or worse - by now." I said simply. "Well, you're right there! I'm really in awe of all of you and the commitment you've made to this boy!" Robby said. "He's family. Marine Corps family." Dad said and that explained it all. Dad and Rusty went to our favorite restaurant and Jeff and I dropped by school to get Keith. I'd called ahead to the office to have him waiting for us. "So where we going?" Keith asked. "We're meeting Dad and Rusty for lunch and then we're going to go and let the attorney meet you. He's got some questions he wants to ask you." I said. "Like what?" Keith asked suspiciously. "Like, do you like living with us. Do you want to stay with us. That kind of thing." I said. "Oh, okay! That's easy - Fuck, yeah! And Fuck, yeah!" he laughed. "Well, I hope you answer a little more politely than that!" I said. "That kind of language is okay in the house or with your friends but when things are serious like this it's better to show a little decorum." "I will! I'm not dumb!" Keith said. "I know you're not. And all your teachers know it now, too!" I smiled. "Really?" he asked. "Yes, I've heard from everyone of them how well you're doing. I want you to know how proud we all are of you. That's why we're doing all this for you." I said. "Thanks, Mike." he said and I knew he meant it. "You, too, Jeff." "Hey! Don't look at me! I just like fuckin' your tight little hole!" Jeff laughed. After lunch we all went back to Robby's office. When he ushered us into his office there was another young man there. It didn't take me long to figure out that he and Robby were more than just 'friends'. They were 'friends' the way that Jeff and I were friends. I could tell by the looks that went between them and the way they spoke to each other. Robby introduced him as David Shearer, the supervisor of local foster care for the state. "I'm really glad to meet you all! Robby told me on the phone about this case and I had to see for myself! A foster care placement with four parents - two of whom are active duty Marines is certainly a first!" David grinned and then turned to Keith, sticking out his hand. "You must be Keith." "Yes, sir." Keith said, shaking the social worker's hand. "Well, I've only got a couple of questions to ask. First of all, Keith, you want to live with these guys?" he asked. "Oh, yes, sir!" Keith said enthusiastically. "I see. Why?" he asked. That stopped Keith for a moment. I didn't know what he was going to say. Then he answered quietly. "Because I love them - and they love me. They're the first people who've wanted me since my Dad died in Bosnia." Keith said. "I completely understand." David said gently. "And I'm very glad for you, son, to find someone who does care about you." Keith gave David one of his 100,000 watt smiles. "Now, the rest of you. What about living quarters?" David asked. "We own a four bedroom home." Dad answered. "Will Keith have his own room." David asked. "Yes, he will." Dad answered. Well...that was a debatable question. Keith only wanted to sleep with at least one of us but neither David nor Robby needed to know that. "Now the state will supply some remuneration for his care, but what about your own financial circumstances? Can you afford to take on a boy like Keith?" David asked. "There are four incomes coming into the household. I think we can afford to feed, cloth and house one teenaged boy." Dad said. "Well, with the way they eat, it's a question we have to ask!" David chuckled. "Have you ever seen active duty Marines eat?" Dad asked. "No, sir, I can't say as I have." David says. "Makes a teenage boy look like he's on a starvation diet." Dad intoned and David laughed. "Okay! I give up! I can't see any problem at all. All that's left is a home inspection. I have to see the house to make sure it is a safe environment for the boy. Just a formality. When could I come over and see it?" David asked. "What about right now?" Dad asked. "Great! We get this out of the way now and I can issue the foster care orders in the morning, have them before a judge and Keith is yours tomorrow afternoon." David said. All of us beamed at the idea that things could move that quickly. "Now, as to the step-father. I wish we could press charges but without an investigation at the time of the abuse, I'm afraid it wouldn't stand up in court. However, it doesn't matter to the foster care order. Since he never adopted Keith, he has no legal standing whatever in the matter." David said. "Good!" Robby said. "I was hoping we could do something to his mangy ass, but getting Keith away from him is the most important thing." "And, I firmly believe in Karma, Robby." Dad said. "What do you mean?" Robby asked. "Only that, in this world, it seems that what goes around, comes around." Dad said inscrutably. Robby looked at Dad funny but let it pass. We all went home and David looked over the house. We showed him the guest room and told him that this would be Keith's room. And we weren't lying. We did fully intend to make it a room for Keith. A place for him to study and to be alone if he needed to. As to where he would sleep - we just figured that was a family matter and not open to outsider knowledge! The following afternoon we were all in the chambers of a juvenile court judge who was suitably impressed with two Marine Master Sergeants, their brass shining and row upon row of service ribbons and medals on their chests, sitting in his chambers. He signed the order making Keith our foster child in less than 20 minutes. We all went back to Robby's office to sign off on the four new wills that he had prepared for us making sure that if something happened, Keith would be well taken care of. Then we all went out and celebrated! Keith was a member of the family legally as well as emotionally! This called for steak dinners and two or three hours in the playroom when we all got home to what was now truly ALL our home. The next morning, I took Keith to school and we both went to the office to re-register him as my foster child with a copy of the court order giving me, Dad, Rusty and Jeff legal guardianship of Keith. The principal came out to talk to me - a little surprised at this turn of events but not at all unhappy. He'd heard what a brilliant turn-around Keith had made in his classes and now realized the reason for it. He only asked that if I intended to adopt any more students to give him a 'head's up' prior to doing so. That took care of everything but one thing. Keith's step-father. One Friday night, about a week later, we took Keith down into the playroom and we all ganged up on him, getting him off about six or seven times in the space of a couple of hours without cumming ourselves. He didn't understand but didn't have a whole lot to say about it. He finally wore himself out, which was our plan, and passed out asleep on the platform. We carried him upstairs and put him in Jeff and my bed, where he slept most nights, then we went to Dad and Rusty's room where we all dressed in black - black shoes, black pants, black long-sleeved knit shirts and black ski-masks. Those areas of our face that showed were made up with the camouflage make-up that Marines and Rangers wear so that our faces were unrecognizable. We drove to Keith's old home and waited. Keith told us it was his step-father's habit to drink heavily on Friday nights and then to pass out in front of the TV set, usually around midnight. We sat outside the house, until mid-night and then snuck into the back yard of the house, pulling on rubber gloves as we went. The back door was unlocked so we entered. Dad and Rusty had their service revolvers - 45's and huge! They scared me to be around them! We found the step-father, exactly as Keith said we would, passed out cold in front of the TV set, a mostly empty bottle of whisky on a table next to his chair. Dad went over and pulled the drapes shut so that no one could see in and then grabbed the step-father by the neck and threw him out of his chair and onto the floor. The man came to with four figures dressed in black surrounding him and a 45 caliber weapon pointed directly between his eyes. He didn't need to know that neither weapon was loaded! "What the fuck!" he managed to get out before Dad backhanded him, hard, across the face, knocking him sideways to the floor. "SHUT THE FUCK UP, ASSHOLE! YOU TALK ONLY WHEN YOU'RE TOLD TO!" Dad shouted. I could see the look of fear enter the man's eyes. "Now, we're all gonna have us a little fun." Dad said, menacingly. "Well, it will be fun for us! Get the fuck up off the floor!" The man got up. "Wha...what do you want...OOF!!" Dad's fist slammed into the man's guts, doubling him over. "I told you not to speak unless I told you to!" Dad said, hauling the man up by the scruff of his neck. "Take off your clothes! I want you naked in 30 seconds!" The man went to say something, then though better of it. Pain was a good teacher! He quickly divested himself of his pants and 'wife beater' but when he was down to boxer shorts, he stopped. Dad's arm whipped out again, backhanding hard in the face. "ALL OF IT, ASSHOLE!" Dad said. The man quickly stripped off the boxers, now standing naked in front of us. You could tell that he'd had a good body at one time, but age and too much booze and no exercise had taken their toll. He had a gut on him but I did notice a rather sizeable tool, hanging soft between his legs. "Okay, asshole. Get down on your knees." Dad ordered, his voice full of menace. The man complied. At this point, we all took off our pants, exposing our hard, thick cocks. The man looked at each one of us and nervously licked his lips! As I had supposed, a fucking closet case! He wanted those cocks but hated himself for it! And took it out on Keith! Well, he was going to get all the cock he ever dreamed of tonight! "Okay, asshole. This is real simple. You're gonna suck each one of our cock and swallow our loads, and, if you have any other ideas, let me change your mind right now!" Dad said, cocking his weapon and putting the barrel directly between the guy's eyes. "You do a good job and we might let you live." All of a sudden, we heard water splashing! We looked down and the guy's cock was spewing piss all over the floor he was so scared. He was actually pissing himself! "Start suckin'!" Dad ordered. The guy quickly reached up and pulled Dad's hard cock into his mouth. He started sucking! Not well, but earnestly. At the same time, Rusty started taking pictures with the digital camera. Great close-ups of the guy sucking cock. Funny how fear and desire look exactly the same in a photograph! When Rusty had taken three or four pictures, Dad grabbed the guy's head and began slamming his cock down the guy's throat, face-fucking him - HARD! The guy was gagging like crazy around Dad's cock but Dad didn't let up for a moment. He fucked the guys face until he grunted and I saw him pumping load after load of man-scum right down the assholes throat while he held the guys face jammed right into his ripe pubes. Then it was Jeff's turn. He grabbed the guy and face fucked him as hard or harder than Dad had. Again, Rusty took pictures of it all, only showing the step-father's face. Then Jeff shot his load and it was my turn. I'd never had sex with someone to hurt them or to seek revenge but all I had to do was remember those horrible bruises and welts on Keith's beautiful body and I slammed my cock down the guy's throat harder and hard with each slam! I wanted to hurt him! I wanted to fucking choke the motherfucker to death! Rusty was again capturing it all in digital clarity! The, while Rusty fucked his face, I took the camera and took pictures. By this time, the guy wasn't choking anymore and, what's more, his fucking dick had gotten hard! He was enjoying this! I took pictures of his fucking hardon. I knew that what was coming, he wouldn't enjoy quite so much! He thought that if he blew us, that would be the end of it. Little did he know that this was only round one! After he finished with Rusty, Dad pulled him to his feet and pushed him over the arm of the sofa, bending him over and making his ass stick out. Dad kicked his feet apart and had Jeff go to his had and sit on his back, effectively making him completely helpless. It also smothered any cries and there were going to be plenty of those! Dad stepped up behind him and pulled his ass cheeks apart. The man started squirming, realizing what was about to happen to him, but it was too late. Dad put his cock at the man's asshole and with one, hard, muscular snap of his hips, buried half his cock up the guys ass with no lube and no preparation whatever! Even muffled by Jeff's body, the guy's screams were loud as his ass was forcibly opened for probably the first time in his life! With another tremendous shove, Dad's cock was buried to the hilt in the guy's ass. Dad didn't wait for him to get used to it! He started fucking immediately - slamming his cock deep, hard and fast into the guy's ravaged butthole! The guy screamed though most of it. Then Dad came and I got behind him, shoving my cock all the way into his bleeding asshole with one lunge. I, too, immediately began fucking hard and fast. This time, the guy was merely whimpering. With Dad's load up there, the channel was a little slicker and probably hurt less. I banged his ass until I came and then Rusty took his turn. By this time, the guy was moaning but they weren't moans of pain! The guy's cock was hard again and he was enjoying it! "The fucker's pushing his ass back at me!" Rusty said. Jeff got off the guy and I grabbed the camera, taking pictures of this asshole being 'willingly' fucked in the ass. Rusty shot up his hole and then Jeff took his place, ramming his cock all the way into the guy's asshole. Jeff was the biggest and thickest of any of us and the guy really reacted to Jeff's brutal fuck, pushing back and moaning while his cock dripped a continual drool of cock-snot down the arm of the couch. After Jeff came, Dad fucked the guy again while Rusty pulled his head up and fucked his face. I kept taking pictures of the guy getting dicked from both ends! Then, when Dad dumped another load in his ass, Rusty moved around to fuck him, I shoved my cock down his throat and Jeff took over making pictures. We all shot three loads apiece up his ass. Then we pulled him off the couch and threw him in the middle of the floor. We all stood around him and when he looked up, Dad shoved his cock in the guys mouth and began pissing down his throat. The guy almost drowned at first but Dad held his head and eventually the guy started swallowing. He drank the piss of all four of us while we continued to make a graphic record of his humiliation. When he'd swallowed the last of our piss, Dad gave him a karate chop across the neck which put him out like a light. Dad said he'd be out for at least 2 hours. We all got dressed and left. Since we'd all worn rubber gloves, there were not fingerprints we'd have to worry about. We doubted that he was going to report the 'crime' anyway because an hour later, Jeff and I returned to the house, we left a stack of the photos that we had taken and left them lying next to him where he was sure to find them. We went back home and an hour later, Dad went out to a nearby pay-phone and called the guy. He groggily answered. He'd only just come to and must have thought that it was all an alcohol induced hallucination, until he saw the stack of pictures! Dad told him that these were just copies. That he had 72 hours to get out of town and never set foot in it again or these pictures would go everywhere - including to his place of work! Three days later we checked. The house was bare - nothing! Not a stick of furniture left. And the guy was never heard of again. We never told Keith what we'd done. We figured that he didn't need to know. We did however tell him that his step-father had left town, completely disappeared and nobody knew where he'd gone. We figured this would make Keith feel more secure and we were right. The subject of the step-father never came up again. Were we right to do what we did? I've thought about it for a long time now and I still believe that we did the right thing. There was no other way to get justice for what that asshole had done to Keith. I was proud of our one 'family' military operation and it's success. Life for the family became pretty normal fairly quickly...well, as normal as our family is ever going to be! Keith blossomed into a very confident, outgoing young man, bolstered by the love of his four 'parents'. Well, his four lovers, fuck-buddies, whatever! There really aren't words for what the five of us are to each other. Keith did so well that he graduated high school with honors and won a scholarship to my alma mater - San Diego Community College. For a graduation present, the four of us bought him a Mazda Miata, just like mine - only red! The night of his eighteenth birthday, we had a huge dinner for him and then we had a short talk with Keith. Basically, we told him that now, as an adult, he was no longer our 'foster child' and was free to do whatever he wanted with his life. He could live with us as long as he wanted but it was completely up to him. He sat there looking at us, confused. "You want me to leave?" he asked. "FUCK NO!!!" Dad roared! "Boy! We just want you to know what your options are! We don't want you to ever leave!" "Well, good! Because I'm not goin' anywhere! This is my home! You're my family! You're my lovers, my fuck-buddies, my best friends! I would probably be dead if it wasn't for you! Besides, who could I get to wreak revenge for me the way you guys can?!" he smirked. We all looked at him in shock! "Yeah, that's right. I wasn't asleep that night. I followed you guys. When I saw how you were dressed I figured you were up to something to do with my step-father. You closed the curtains but you didn't check the back door! You left it unlocked. I snuck in and watched the whole thing! I was so proud of you guys! I wanted to join in, but I figured you wouldn't let me. This was something that you had to do. But you did it for me and I'll always be grateful." he said. "Well, I'll be fucked!" Dad said. "Just what I want for my birthday! Your butt! Let's go down in the playroom and really have a party!" Keith grinned. The End of Chapter Twenty Three of MARINE HERO. If you liked the story, write me at rimpigfl@yahoo.com. If you'd like to read more of my stories, I'd be glad to send you a listing of all my stories on NIFTY (the ONLY place I post them) - just ask for the "story list". I also have a NOTIFY LIST for readers who want to know when I post stories. If you would like to be on it, just write and request to be added. 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