Date: Fri, 11 Dec 2020 13:46:57 +0000 (UTC) From: Randolph Adams Subject: The Lobsterback Episode 2 (historical, incest) Please consider donating to Nifty, in gratitude for all the different strokes for different folks that they offer. http://donate.nifty.org Author's Note: Although I approached this series as a character-driven story (with explicit scenes) and not just a story for jerking off, this episode is VERY explicit. So stroke away! The five episodes vary considerably in tone, content, and point of view, but collectively, read in order, they tell a coherent story. If one or two of the episodes are not to your taste, but others are, I hope you stick with it through Episode 5 anyway. I do not approve of all of my characters' actions. The fact that I am describing something does not mean that I am advocating it. THE LOBSTERBACK Episode 2 Benjamin Polk grasped his stiff cock and slid the foreskin slowly back and forth over the head, shuddering with pleasure. He was thinking over the evening before -- thinking about their neighbor John Franklyn's barn and all that had happened there. John had captured a redcoat -- a deserter by the looks of it -- and Ben and his brother had taken full advantage of both the situation and the redcoat. Ben thought back to his cock sliding up the prisoner's tight hole -- the tension in the boy's body, arms stretched above his head, trussed and hanging from the rafter like a deer -- the heat and wetness of the hole -- Jed grinning like a wolf just inches from his own face -- Jed's body pressed against the redcoat's front, controlling the boy's feeble struggles, pushing the boy against Ben so he could plow his cock deeper into the soft ass, again and again -- the eruption of seed that he'd left inside -- Jed hammering the boy's ass after he was done (Ben knew how that felt, and he stroked more vigorously at the thought, breathing hard, his mouth gaping, tongue lolling) -- the mix of shit and seed and sweat dripping off Jed's balls into the straw -- Jed talking filth and cuffing the redcoat's head and practically baying as he bred the boy. Ben smirked as he thought of John Franklyn's quick and prissy fuck that had followed. That one needs to get his head out of his ass and enjoy what pleasure happens to come his way. Ben thought of John's boy, running towards them across the fields, panting hard as he told them his pa had caught a lobsterback and wanted their help. Ben had wanted to throw little Johnny over a hay bale and mount him right there, give him a good buggering that'd make him pant even harder. He wondered if his neighbor had ever given his son a good buggering . . . he must have! How could you live with such a pretty little piece of ass and not take advantage of it? Maybe he hadn't though . . . maybe that soft white ass was virgin territory, ripe for the taking . . . . Ben wanted inside that tight little asscunt, and he wanted back inside the redcoat's asscunt, wanted to feel that tightness again and hear him whimper again . . . . But right now -- right at this moment -- he wanted to feel something in his own asscunt. He stroked his cock and tickled his hole. He could wait for his brother, but Jed was out in the upper pasture -- who knows how long till he came back to the house. Rufus was right there . . . . Ben reached out for his hound, caressing the fur around his neck, rubbing along the furry back -- "Turn over" he commanded, and Rufus flopped on his back, exposing his belly to be rubbed and his sheathed cock to be stroked. Ben went straight for the cock, caressing it till the crimson tip poked out of the fur. He bent over and took it in his mouth, careful not to scrape the delicate skin with his teeth. All the time he was frantically frigging his cock, coming off the dog just long enough to say "good boy, good Rufus" then back to his sucking. When Rufus's cock was truly hard and the hound was all worked up, Ben rolled onto his knees and rubbed a glob of spittle into his hole, calling, "Good boy, Rufus -- mount, boy, mount -- good boy!". The dog knew what to do and mounted him eagerly. Ben had to guide the thrusting cock, but it quickly found its target, and Ben felt the familiar spike pierce his hole. He loved the way that Rufus's rapid thrusts rubbed and poked him. He loved the feel of the swelling knot stretching his hole wider and wider. Much too soon he felt Rufus pause inside him, both of them panting, sperm gushing deep into his gut, the knot filling his bowels. Ben felt the fur against his back and rejoiced in the sensation of an animal flooding him with seed, stretching and filling his hole, the dog's semen hot inside him . . . . Rufus turned, and Ben cringed, then settled in to wait for the knot to deflate, stroking his cock and relishing the fullness in his ass. He was still kneeling on the hearth rug when Jed returned. Jedediah Polk looked down at his brother, knotted to their best hunter, and said, "You better be ready for more fucking, `cause you're getting fucked whether you're ready or not". Jed shucked his breeches, stroked his cock to hardness and kicked at Rufus. The dog scrambled away from him, dragging Ben about a foot before the knot popped out of the well-stretched hole. No sooner had Rufus pulled his cock out than Jed drove his cock in -- hard -- shoving it into his brother as deep as he could go. The dog's sperm was slick and plentiful, and the first five inches of Jed's cock slid in without resistance, but his cock was longer than Rufus's and the last few inches stretched his brother's gut. Ben groaned in appreciation. Jed fucked him roughly, pounding his cock in and out, long-dicking, rabbit-fucking, wrapping his arms around his brother's hairy bulk to hold him in place as Ben moaned and whined and wriggled beneath him. Finally, Jed let out a howl and unloaded up his brother's gut. They lay there a while, a mix of dog sperm and man sperm oozing out of Ben's battered hole. Jed unconsciously licked his lips, then buried his face in his brother's ass, slurping up the oozing slime from his hole and licking the spatterings off his meaty thighs. He caught his breath as he looked down at his brother, still on his knees with his broad, hairy back heaving and his fat, hairy ass gaping open and dripping. Jed slid a finger in where his tongue had been, then shoved in two, then another and another till he had jammed four fingers, four knuckles, and half his hand into Ben's hole. He grabbed a bowl of lard from the stove and coated his whole hand with it, then pressed four fingers and his thumb into his brother's crimson gape. Ben gasped and panted a series of shallow breaths, but he didn't pull away from his brother's hand, and as five fingers and then five knuckles slid inside him, a huge smile split his face. He gave a slight push with his gut, and the full hand slipped past his ring and up inside him, and he felt the whole of his brother's fist deep within him. The hairy wrist burned his asslips, but he focused his thoughts on the wonderful sense of fullness. Jed was not gentle, but his roughness was controlled. Ben knew he could take what his brother would give, and his hole stayed eager and open. Jed tugged against his brother's ring, stretching it, teasing it, then pushed his hand deeper inside, stretching the depths of his gut, working half his forearm inside. More lard, and Jed's hand was thrusting fully in and fully out, punching his brother's hole and sliding in deeper and deeper as Ben screamed and gasped and groaned but never called on him to stop. Bits of grease and shit speckled Jed's shirt and spattered the floor. A torrent of piss shot from Ben's half-hard cock and splashed the planks, running through the cracks to the dirt below as his gut fought to expel the invader. Jed yanked his fist out of his brother's ass, shoved it back in, yanked it out again, and shoved in his stiff cock in its place, pounding Ben's ravaged hole for another two minutes before adding his second load to the stew of grease, sperm and ass slime already filling it. Jed collapsed onto his brother's back, panting hard. Ben's hole was worn out, but he growled in pleasure, relishing his brother's weight on his back. He stretched out a hand to caress Rufus -- "Good boy!" -- even as images of little Johnny's flushed cheeks and heaving chest flitted across his mind. He imagined peeling off the boy's clothes, exposing the soft, white, hairless skin, the smooth round buttocks . . . amazingly, his cock began to stiffen again, without him even touching it. Jed noticed Ben's cock growing plumper. Despite his brother's obvious exhaustion, Jed rose on wobbly legs, prodded Ben onto his back and squatted over his face. He pressed his ass against Ben' mouth, flexing the muscles of his hole, ordering Ben to stick his tongue in and get it loose and wet. The stink from his hole, the acrid, metallic taste, made Ben even harder. Jed grabbed more grease and stroked Ben's cock with it, then swung around to squat over his loins. He growled as Ben breeched his hole and slid slowly inside. Though Jed never let his brother forget who had the bigger cock -- for all that Ben was taller and larger than him -- Ben's cock was still big enough to feel good in his gut -- better than their father's had, though their father's cock had been even bigger than either of theirs. Jed rode his brother at a moderate pace, relishing the cockhead probing his insides, rubbing against that spot in him that felt so good . . . he even stayed in good humor when his brother's big paws clamped his waist and Ben started actively pushing his cock up inside him, sliding in faster and shoving in harder. Jed had no idea what Ben was up to -- he certainly did not guess that Ben was imagining little Johnny squatting over him, that it was little Johnny's soft round ass he was driving into, that little Johnny was moaning in pleasure as Ben plundered his virgin treasure. . . . Jed just smiled his wolf's smile and stared down at Ben's broad, dark-bearded face, which was screwed into an expression of almost comical concentration -- the small, dark eyes clenched shut, the lips pursed around a protruding tongue. Jed reached down with both hands and grabbed Ben's nipples, pinching the tender flesh and twisting hard. Ben's eyes flew open, and he roared and drove into Jed's hole even harder, giving five deep thrusts before erupting inside him. As Ben lay there, chest heaving, Jed again swung round to press his asslips to Ben's mouth, pushing out a torrent of semen and God-knows-what into his brother's willing facecunt. Ben swallowed it down, and as he savored the riot of flavors on his tongue, he resolved to stop daydreaming about the neighbor's boy. Dreaming was a waste of time. He would act. He would make the dream reality.