Date: Thu, 16 Aug 2012 19:51:34 +0200 From: Internet Subject: Uncle Bulge Part 8 This story is completely fictional. Any similarities to any persons or events, past or present are purely coincidental. This story contains scenes which involve sexual situations between youths and adults. If this type of material is offensive to you or is not legal for you to read this type of material, please do not read any further. Please leave comments at succumballs@hotmail.com Part 8 Charlie raised Eric just enough to rock his tight asshole over the giant pole that impaled him. "Yeah, baby, Eric the Hunk likes `em big and hard. Petey, you and me got another fuck hole that needs lots of TLC. You really know how to pick them." Charlie pulled Eric down to a soft kiss, and then settled him onto his chest. They lay chest to chest in a warm symbiosis. Charlie slow-pumped Eric's cum filled happy ass and kissed the top of his head. Eric melted into the warm strength of a loving man who wanted most to make his partner happy. Charlie's hands slid gently over Eric's head, neck and muscular back. Then he grabbed Eric's ass cheeks. "Flex these beauties for me, Hunky." Eric tightened his buttock muscles, and Charlie rolled them around in his huge strong hands. "Oh, puppy's got such a pretty ass. Hunky likes that, don't he?" He kissed Eric's head lovingly as his erection slowly faded. When Eric began to cry Charlie raised him. "Baby? What is it. Don't cry, pretty boy. Did I hurt you? Tell me." "No. My dad's so mean to me. I wish I could live here." Charlie slipped Eric off his thick, soft meat and sat up. Then he held Eric in his lap like a child. "Tell your Charlie what's wrong, baby." "I told Bulge already. I don't want to again." Charlie laid Eric next to me saying, "Take care of your man, here, Petey. We grown-ups got some talking to do." After their pow wow Eric called home. His dad wanted to come and get him, but Eric convinced him to let him spend the night. In the morning, right after breakfast, Eric's dad showed up. I went out into the driveway with Eric and Briney. Eric's dad got out of his car and immediately said, "Get in the car, boy. You got chores to do today, and hurry up before your mother gets home." "I can take my car, dad." "What was wrong with it?" "Nothing. I just --" Before Eric could explain his father back handed him across the face. "Get home, you son of a bitch. I'll teach you to lie to me." Before Eric could move Charlie appeared. Over a head taller than Eric's dad and fifty pound of muscle heavier he walked over and stood between Eric and his father. He nodded his head before speaking and then gravely said, "I heard what you been doing to this boy, Mr. Russell E. Crow." Eric's dad spat defiantly next to Charlie, "You get home right now, Eric." "Stay where you are, boy." "Are you kidnapping my son, you stupid nigger?" Charlie grabbed Russ Crow by the throat. He could have crushed his windpipe or broken his neck without thinking about it. Instead he slapped Crow across the face, then flung him away. "That was the wrong thing to say, Mr. Crow." Charlie almost whispered. "Now we're going to have to do something about that filthy mouth of yours as well as that stupid ass. Since you like raping boys, we thought you might like a taste of your own medicine." Russ Crow turned to flee, but Charlie grabbed him by the shoulder of his jacket. "Bring me the dog collar, Bulge." Uncle Bulge came out with a black leather collar attacked to a silver chain. Charlie clamped it onto Russ Crow's neck. "Now get down on all fours like the dog you are." Charlie continued. When Crow spat in Charlie's face he punched him in the stomach. Crow curled over, and Charlie pushed him down to the ground. "You will stay there until told to get up, you pig. Now come with me." Charlie pulled the chain and led Mr. Crow into the garage where he'd set up a mattress laid over a saw horse. "Lean over that, Pig." When Crow did not respond Charlie pulled the chain and dragged Eric's father into position. With the man's hips on the mattress Charlie bound his hands to his ankles, stuck a short matt knife into the seam and ripped Crow's trousers opened, exposing a fresh, pink ass hole surrounded by fine, dark hair. "I'll have you in prison for this, you son of a bitch. "There's no law against grown men having a little fun, especially when three say it's just what you wanted. There is however a law about mistreating kids, Mr. Crow." Dad watched a little worried, but Bulge was right behind everything Charlie was doing. Charlie took a pair of pliers from the work table and went around to Crow's face where he popped the buttons of his jeans and pulled out his huge soft cock. "Open your mouth, Pig." When Crow did his jaw trembled. Charlie reached in with the pliers and carefully grabbed onto a tooth. "If I feel one of these while you're sucking me hard. I'll pull it out. Got that, Pig?" "Yes, Sir." Crow said. "Well, that's more like it, Piggy. We got a fast learner here, everyone. And if you think you can bit my dick off, Piggy, this wooden mallet here will knock you out so fast you won't know what hit you. Got that too?" "Yes, Sir." "Well, good." Charlie then took a ribbed steel dildo that got thicker and thicker toward the leather handle twelve inches from the tip. He greased it up and shoved half of it into Crow's ass. The poor man cried out in pain as his ass lit on fire. "You ever make your son cry out like that, Piggy?" "Yes, Sir." Crow cried. "At the beginning." Charlie removed the dildo and examined the anus. No blood so he shoved it in again. Crow cried again and trembled. "Get your pants off, Eric." Charlie commanded. "I can't do that, Charlie." Eric cried. "Yes you can, boy. Unless you want him to start with me, and I'll rip his ass apart." Eric stood naked before his father's face. We could all see how proud the man was of his son's masculine beauty. Charlie squatted between them holding the pliers and said, "Now suck him until he's nice and hard, Piggy, and remember, no teeth." Crow nodded and strained his neck to reach his son's cock. Eric held it to his father's lips and looked as scared as me. Russ Crow's mouth opened, and he sucked in his son's cock and rolled it around his mouth. It took Eric a while to get hard. He finally held his father's head and pumped his face. All the while Uncle Bulge pumped the dildo up Crow's ass. When Bulge reached between Crow's legs he said, "Look at this. Piggy's got a hard on and is dripping like a bitch." "You ever wanted your son to fuck you, Piggy?" Charlie asked. When Crow trembled Charlie slapped his ass. "Did you?" Crow nodded yes, and Charlie asked, "Well, how come you never let him then?" When Crow shook his head Charlie continued, "You want him to fuck you now?" Crow nodded again, tears streaming down his face. "It's OK, Dad. I don't want to." Eric said. "I want you to, Eric." His father's voice pleaded in shame. "Do it. I took your virginity. Now you take mine. Do it." And Eric did, not violently or with anger like had been done to him and like Charlie expected, but lovingly like I thought he would. Crow groaned as his son slid into him. "Untie my hands, please." When Charlie did, Crow spread his ass cheeks and arched up toward his son. "Fuck me, son. Purge my ass with your cock's fire of everything I did wrong. Fuck me and forgive me." Eric reached for Pete's belt and fastened it around his father's waist like a harness and rode him, at first gently, and then harder and harder until his father cried out, "Yes, fuck me. Fuck the shit out of me, my big stud." He hung his head in total submission and let himself be pounded until Charlie moved me into place in front of Crow's mouth. "You're next, Petey. Get yourself hard." I put the tip of my cock into Eric's father's mouth. Crow sucked on it like his life depended on it, moaning, "Oh, yes, yes," and slobbering over the giant glans. Watching his father slobber over my huge cock got Eric so hot he shot off a geyser. Holding the belt around his father's waist he pounded him crazy. "Fuck yes," he panted as he dumped into his abuser's ass. He shook so uncontrollably afterwards that Charlie pulled him out of the raw hole and sat him on a chair. "Come on, Petey." He said. I got behind the man and rubbed my glans over the loose and raw hole, my shaft hard and throbbing for action. "Fuck him, Pete." I slid in gently, but still Mr. Crow moaned at the girth that stretched his virgin anus almost to ripping. "I can't, Charlie. Don't make me." "You don't have to baby." Charlie kissed me. "But I do. I got treated like that by my uncle when I was a boy, until my daddy found out and took things in hand. I got to show this pig what it's like. Daddy was gentle as a lamb and so was my big brother, and I love them still, but my uncle, I told him if I ever saw him again I'd kill him." Charlie went around to Crow's mouth and shoved his cock between the man's lips. Crow sucked until Charlie was half hard, then Charlie pushed the whole twelve inches right down his throat. Crow'a whole body convulsed, but he made no attempt to pull back. His hands grasped the side of the mattress as he submitted to the hateful, ripping. And then he slumped, giving in to the beautiful organ he wanted. When he began to wobble Charlie pulled back. Crow gasped a deep breath but held Charlie ass cheeks so the huge glans rested in his mouth, his tongue sliding over it, pleasuring it, craving it. Charlie slapped his cheek lightly and pulled out. "Piggy likes it, doesn't he?" Crow nodded and stared at the beautiful dark treasure glistening just inches from his mouth. "Want some more?" When Crow nodded again Charlie held his throat and slid right down the man's throat and swiped his pubic hair over Crow's nose. He pulled out when Crow began shaking. Crow gasped and reached his tongue out for more, but Charlie greased himself up and he walked behind his prey. He pushed the head of his dick of death into Crow's tight ass. Crow screamed in pain as lightening filled his vision and fire filled his ass. Charlie pulled out and fingered his victim. No blood. He shoved in again, four inches of baseball bat and groans of pain. Then he reached under Crow. "Shit, fuck, cunt piss." Charlie said. "Piggy likes it." Crow's hard-on dripped like crazy, and in the few strokes Charlie gave him, he shot off like a fire hose. Charlie removed his cock. "Please, Sir. Don't take it out." "Fuck you." Charlie said. Crow turned and got on his knees where he stared at the giant organ that began to go limp. It glowed a beauty so intoxicating that Crow opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. "OK, Piggy. You can clean me off and go home." Crow sucked Charlie clean, and then sucked more and more of his shaft, balls, pubic hair. When Charlie began to get hard again he pushed him away. "Go home, Piggy." "Please, Sir." "Go home, and don't ever touch your boy again unless he wants it. And then beg for it like you're doing now. That's what you want, isn't it?" Crow nodded. Charlie repeated, "Isn't it!" "Yes, Sir." "Yeah, you like it rough, but your son don't. So don't ever touch him again or I'll rip your ass apart and whip the shit out of you. You got that?" "Yes, Sir." "Now, go." "Please, Sir." Charlie grabbed his cock and slapped it over Crow's face. Crow closed his eyes and opened his mouth. The cock he adored and wanted smeared pre-cum over his lips, then slapped him on the cheek. Crow opened his eyes. "Go home now. And don't come back until you're invited." "Yes, Master." Crow crouched lower and reached out one last time with his tongue, but Charlie turned away. "Dad?" Eric said, frightened, watching his father on his knees before this huge dark man, craving the monster cock. Crow hung his head, and tears discolored the cement floor. When Eric walked over to him Crow immediately sucked on his son's pulpy cock. "Oh, Eric." He spoke between slurps on the beautiful organ. "I'm sorry. I love you, son. Please don't abandon me. I did it all wrong. I'll do anything you want. Anything." "Go home, dad. Please. I'll be there later." "Please forgive me, Eric. I'll do whatever you want, from now on. Just forgive me." Eric leaned forward and embraced his father, then kissed him on the cheek. "I love you, Dad, despite everything. But I need Petey now. This is a good family, not like ours." Tears welled in Crow's eyes. "I'll be good now, Eric. I promise. Anything you want." Crow pulled out of his son's arms and went down onto his knees, sucked in the limp cock again, sucking it lovingly, admiring it. "Please don't abandon me, son. I need you." "I won't, Dad, but go home now." Crow stood up, pulled the seam of his trousers together as best he could, looked at everyone and bowed his head. Then he walked over to Charlie. "I apologize for everything, Mr. Charles." "The name's Toga." "Mr. Toga, Sir." Then Crow got on his knees again and sucked in Charlie's huge limp sausage, rubbing his nose into the soft pubic hair. We could all see he couldn't get enough of it. As he worshipped he whispered, "Master Toga, Sir." "Go." Charlie pulled away. When Crow stood Charlie held him by the throat, gently this time. "We can probably find some work around here for a sex pig, if you're a good boy, but we got to have an A+ report from Eric here on how you treat him at home." Then Charlie shook his head. "And anything short of an A+ and I'll kick your ass from here to Mexico, you got that, Crow?" "Yes, Sir. Yes, Mr. Toga, Sir." Crow got into his car and went home. Eric and I did our homework before lunch, and after we ate Eric said, "I guess I should go home now." "You don't have to." I wanted him to stay the night with me. Eric gave me a long kiss on the mouth and said, "I have to see what's going to happen." "How long's it take you to get home from here?" Charlie asked, ever cautious. "About ten minutes." Eric answered. "You call Pete, Eric, within a half hour of getting home, or I'm coming over to see what's wrong. You hear me?" Eric hugged Charlie tight. Charlie picked him up and set him on the kitchen counter. After tonguing his mouth he continued, "You are one of the sweetest boys I ever met, and you got an ass that can take me all the way so I want to keep you happy, boy." He grinned. "And besides, Pete's hung up on you, and I want Pete to be happy." Charlie put his arms around Eric and held him tight. "You're a good boy, Eric. We're going to be good friends, OK?" Eric kissed Charlie's soft, ripe lips and cried. "Don't cry baby. Everything'll be fine." "I know. I'm happy, Charlie." Then he looked around. "Petey?" I walk Eric to his car and kissed him goodbye. When he got home the front lawn had already been mowed so he thought his father might be mad; it was one of his chores. In the kitchen his mother greeted him with, "You can see your father already done the lawn. I don't know if he's mad, but I sure as hell am. Get to your room and stay there for the rest of the afternoon." "But I've already done all my homework so I was going to do the lawn this afternoon." "It's all right, Eric." Crow appeared at the kitchen door and put his arm around his son's shoulders. "I needed the exercise. I don't get sports like you do in school." He kissed his son's cheek. "You're the junior varsity star quarter back, after all." When Russ Crow smiled with pride Eric put his arm around his father's waist and noticed Crow hadn't changed his pants yet. Facing his foul-tempered mother who stood at the sink peeling potatoes Eric slipped his fingers into the cut fabric, pushed between the full round buttocks and felt his father's still slimy anus opening. When his father let out a hushed sigh of submission Eric pushed his middle finger into the warm, paternal hole. Crow jerked from excitement, then stood perfectly still. He tried not to pant as he pushed his ass pucker back over the intruding finger while his other hand pulled his ass cheek to give better access. Eric pumped his father, first with one, then two fingers, then swizzled his thumb around the cum sticky ass ring. When the phone rang they side stepped, and his father reached over. "It's Pete." He said. "Oh, shit, I forgot to call." And then into the phone, "No. Hi, Petey. Everything's fine. I'll call you later. Yeah, me too. Bye, sweet Pete." Eric's mother turned wide-eyed at the phrase. "Who is this Pete person?" "Just a friend I met at football practice." "Is he homo?" She demanded. Eric looked at his dad and shook his head, removed his fingers from the sticky asshole and walked to his mother. "I need to wash my hands." He said. "I asked you a question." His mother demanded. "Let me wash the cum off my hands first." Eric said. When he looked at his mother she slapped him so hard his father could see the red hand print on his son's face from across the room. When Eric raised his hand to strike back his father crossed the kitchen quickly and grabbed his son's wrist. "Don't ever hit your mother, Eric. Never sink to her level, like I did years ago." Then to his wife, "Elizabeth, if you ever hit our son again you will leave this house." Elizabeth Crow slapped her husband and then slapper her son again. "I will do what I want." And to her son, "And you will obey me. Now go to your room." Russ Crow grabbed his wife's wrists so tightly her face winced in pain. "You're hurting me." She spat at him. "Go upstairs, Eli, and pack your bags before I take a belt to you." She pulled away and slapped her husband again. He calmly took his belt off, grabbed her head in a neck lock and bent her over. With his free hand he flapped up her skirt, yanked her underwear down and began to strap her ass until bright red marks criss-crossed her buttocks. When she howled in pain he shoved her away. On the floor on all fours she screamed, "You son-of-a-bitch. I'll take you for everything." Then she went upstairs and began packing. Russ Crow turned to his son. "You didn't see any of this, Eric. OK?" Eric nodded. "You just heard some yelling, slaps and screams. Your mother will get only a third of what I have earned since we married. That will be enough to live on, and you and I won't notice the loss. I inherited a great deal before I met her. That she can't touch. We'll be fine. I mean if you want to stay with me." Then Russ Crow began to weep. Eric embraced his father. "We'll be fine, Dad. It was her. It was always her. She's mean. She made you mean too." "I love you so much, Eric. Please forgive me." They hugged each other until they both calmed down. "Dad," Eric finally whispered. "Do you like getting spanked, getting strapped with a belt? Is that why you did it to me?" They held each other too close to look into each other's eyes, but Russ Crow nodded yes. Eric nodded too. "I don't like it, but if you do, if that's what you like..." At that moment Eric realized how much he'd grown in the last two years. He was now bigger than his father, taller and much stronger. He pushed him away and looked down into his frightened face. When he smiled kindly his father began to cry. "Don't, Dad." Then he laughed. "And don't ever hit me again, or I'll beat the shit out of you." He hugged his father again and continued, "I'm not really into that, but I bet Charlie could get off on it with you. I like soft and gentle stuff like with Petey and his dad, and Bulge." Russ Crow smiled up at his son, forgiven. Eric kissed him on the mouth. When his father panted Eric said, "Suck it." "Right here?" "Yeah." Russ got on his knees and popped the buttons of his son's jeans. In a minute Eric was hard. "Now turn around." His father stood and turned. "Bend over." When he did Eric worked his cock head into his father's still sticky ass. Once in he pushed firmly until his whole eight inches slid home. Russ groaned softly and rested his head on the kitchen table as his son pumped his willing hole. When they heard footsteps coming down the stairs Eric pulled his wet cock out of his father's ass and sat at the table, hiding his erection. His father stood at the kitchen door where he saw his wife walk to the front door "Goodbye, Eli." He said. The front of his pants bulged from his stiff cock. She looked at him and said, "You'll miss me." Her smile was vicious. "No, not anymore." When she saw his erection bulging her smirk turned ugly, and she left the house forever. When the door closed Eric nicked his father over between his legs. "Clean me up, Dad. OK?" His father smiled and crawled between his son's legs like a happy puppy and began licking the half-hard, sticky cock. While Eric called Pete his father finished with the beautiful piece of meat and started on his son's ripe balls, inhaling the maleness of the mature athlete. "Hi, Petey. Want to come over and spend the night with me? I'll come and get you and take you to school tomorrow. OK?" "Eric," Pete almost cried from joy. "What happened?" "Everything's fine now, Petey. She's gone. Mom's gone. Dad's just finishing cleaning my balls off." "Come and get me, Eric. I want to do that." Eric laughed, happier than he'd ever been in his life. "I'm on my way, Sweet Pete." 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