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Fucking Bastard

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Having such an abusive asshole for a father drove my brother & I to the brink of insanity.

Hi, my name is Carson.

This is a story of my maniac father & how he destroyed 2 childhoods.

My brother Mark & I were raised by a single father. Our mother ran off with another man & left us with him. He was a real piece if shit, we lived in a small mobile home on the outskirts of a small Arkansas town. Dad was constantly drunk & doing drugs, couldn’t keep a job very long, not to mention an abusive & strict son-of-a-bitch.

As far back as I can remember, he liked to kick or trip us every time we walked by him. He’d just laugh & call us hateful names. If we cried, the belt would come out & the whippings began. Most times we’d get hit 4 or 5 times. But sometimes he’d loose it & continue for 5 minutes or so.

About the time I was 11, Mark, that was 13, started trying to fuck my ass during the night. I’d wake up to my briefs being pulled down, then his small dick pressing between my cheeks. I tried to get away but he was stronger. He said he’d tell dad that I did something bad if I made a sound. The first time he penetrated my anus felt like fire in my ass. I buried my face in my pillow to muffle my crying & screaming. This became the norm. He started making me squeeze warm water from a plastic bottle up my ass & sit on the toilet until I shit every night before bed.

After a month or so, I was ready for him to fuck me every night. I was loving the feeling of him inside me. He never lasted for more than a few minutes. His hot cum felt so good when he’d blast off in my asshole.

One night while he was fucking me, dad walks in and catches us. To my surprise, he didn’t yell or hit us. He pulled Mark off of me & pushed him between the bed & the wall. He then dropped his pants pulls his 8 inch dick out of his briefs, it was as big around as my arm. I was so scared. He grabbed my ankles & pulled me to the edge of the bed, forced the head inside. I started to scream but he covered my mouth & nose with his hand, he continued to push more and more of it inside. I was starting to black out from the combination of pain and not being able to breath. He removed his hand from my face as he drove every bit in my ass. He was fucking me hard & fast, I tried not to make a sound, but every thrust up my butt caused me to let out a loud grunt. My knees were on each side of my head as he destroyed my young asshole for at least 10 minutes. The thrusts were getting quicker & harder, I knew he was about to cum. He pulled out just as he shot his load, it squirted on my chest & tummy, the last bit hit my face. He slapped my ass hard & told me not to move.

Then he went after Mark, he grabbed his hair & pulled him back onto the bed. He forced his face into the cum on my belly & told him to lick me clean. As Mark was trying to do what he said, dad ripped his underwear down & whipped his ass with the belt several times & called us faggots, queers & several other names. Mark was licking all over my tummy, his tears were dripping on me as faster than he was licking them up.

While watching this, dad’s dick got hard again. He jerked Mark’s head towards his fat cock. He forced his mouth open & slid at least half if it in causing Mark to gag & vomit. This of course was unacceptable to dad as he made him lick it up from the sheets. Mark was gasping & choking, he looked up at me in disbelief. Dad positioned himself behind Mark who was laying across my chest. I heard dad as he spit on Marks asshole before ramming his meat in that tight hole. Mark cried out for him to stop but dad just laughed & fucked him harder, he only lasted about 5 minutes before shooting off inside Marks virgin butthole. Mark fell limp on top of me, I could feel hot, wet juices running onto my belly, but I didn’t move.

Dad finally left the room. I wriggled out from under Mark. I went to shower, there was cum, blood & shit all over my body. I stood in the shower hurting & crying. A bit later I heard Mark come in the bathroom. He sat on the toilet sobbing quietly. I’m sorry, I’m sorry is all he kept saying over & over. I got out of the shower & helped him get in it. He had blood all over his butt from the belt whelps.

This now became the norm at our house.

Dad would sometimes make us fuck each other in front of him or masturbate each other so he could jack off & cum on us. Once he zip-tied us  together in a 69 position & left us like that all night.  Having a dick in your face all night was a very weird experience. We did suck each other off before going to sleep. The next morning, he fucked both of us very hard for a long time, I was on bottom having to watch him pulverize my brother until he pulled out of Mark’s ass and forced himself into my mouth until he cum down my throat. He finally cut us loose, laughing the whole time. He kicked Mark in the butt  & told him to get us cleaned up because we had company coming later.

Later that day, dad was already drunk but seemed to be in a good mood for a change. We found out why unfortunately, he was pimping us out to 3 of his buddies. As his friends arrived, dad was grilling burgers for everyone. We ate outside with them, they were all drinking beer and talking about how hard they were going to fuck us. Once they were good & drunk, one man grabbed my hand and lead me into the house. Another guy had Mark sitting in his lap, while the other one had his dick out and making my brother suck him off. My dad was just laughing the whole time. Once the man & I were inside, he slapped my face and told me that I was his slave for the evening.

He dropped his pants, his half erect dick was bigger that my dad’s, I was so scared. Suck it, he said. My mouth barely fit over the head, but I managed to take it in. I used both hands to jack him off in hopes he would cum quickly, not the case tho. As it grew bigger he pulled out & slung me across the room onto the sofa. Get undressed, he shouted. I was hesitant about it so he punched me in the stomach. I lost my breath, gasping for air as he ripped my shorts down and flipped me over. He drove 2 dry fingers in my ass, OMG that hurts, I said. I cried out, please stop, please stop. But he worked them in & out until my own ass juice made it tolerable, then came the real pain. His cock was at full mast & he pressed the head against my hole, he hit my ass & told me to push back against him. I could feel my anus tearing as he entered me, I had never felt pain like that before. I must have zoned out for a minute, he held my waist and rolled onto his back pulling me with him. I was then forced to bounce up & down on his dick. He held onto my hips & pulled me all the way down with each thrust. I could see the head of his dick push my belly out as he fucked me deeper & deeper.

When he finally cum, his hot sperm seemed to ease the pain some. He pulled me off & rolled me to the floor. I laid there for a while whimpering & crying as my burning asshole was convulsing from the hardest fucking of my life. Cum, blood & ass juice formed a puddle between my legs. I started wondering what Mark was going through, he had 2 men to satisfy. My guy was looking down at me grinning, he told me to masturbate myself for him. I really didn’t want him watching me jack off but I knew he’d hit me again. I fingered my little 5 inch pecker trying to get it hard. It was being stubborn, so I fingered my sore asshole with my other hand. The man was stroking his limp cock, watching me intensely. I finally got it semi hard, jacking it with fast strokes. I ached my back & drove 3 fingers in my ass. A stream of cum landed on my belly, then another. It was the best orgasm yet. I opened my eyes to the sight of his fully erect dick, him slowly sliding his fingers along the big veins of his meat. He smiled & asked, “ready for round 2”?

OMG, I was not ready for “round 2”! He stood & picked me up by my arms, I wrapped my legs around his waist as he guided his dick to my already destroyed asshole. I squealed as he penetrated the opening, he then pushed my hips all the way down as he buried it balls deep.
I remember going limp from the pain in my stomach, I was like a rag doll as he continued to pile drive me. Just when I thought that I couldn’t take any more, he lifted me off & sat me on the coffee table. He slapped me with his dick & demanded that I suck him until he cums. I took him in my mouth, gagging from the taste of my rectum. I stroked his cock with both hands, he started cumming in my mouth, it was all I could do to just breathe at this point because my nose was stuffy from crying. I swallowed a big gulp of his cum, then he forced himself down my throat & held me there. I couldn’t breathe at all! He pulled out leaving a sticky mess of cum hanging from my chin. I sat there coughing & spitting, he used my shirt to wipe off his dick then threw it at me. I wiped my face with it & stuck it between my legs.

As the man was putting his clothes back on, he looked at me & said that I was the best piece of ass that he’d ever had, then threw a $20 on the table next to me & walked out the door.

I was relieved that it was over, I could hardly stand or walk. I went to the bathroom & cleaned up, then I heard my dad shouting for me to come outside. As I stepped out, I saw Mark. He was gagged & tied spread eagle on the patio table. All 3 men & my dad were standing around him. One of the guys had my baseball bat, fucking Mark’s ass unbelievably deep with the handle. Every time it was pulled out, they were making bets as to how far the next one could push in his ass. My dad looked at me and said it was my turn! I was frozen from fright, I couldn’t take that bat inside of me. I felt so bad for Mark but I couldn’t say no to my dad. As I walked to the table, to my suprise, my dad hands me the bat. Here, stick this up the little faggot’s ass. I looked at Mark, he was shaking his head no & trying to scream. I took the bat but I wasn’t going to go very deep, dad grabbed my hand and made me fuck him so deep that I thought he was going to die. Mark was trembling all over when dad let me pull it out.

All of the men were fist bumping & saying “hell yeah”. I started back to the house, dad hooked a finger in my collar & asked me where I thought I was going. I answered that I wanted to go in. Not yet twink! He said that I needed to make Mark cum before we were done. I looked at him in disbelief, then knodded  my head & said “yes sir”. I crawled onto the table, I took his dick in my hand to stroke it. One of the guys said that I couldn’t use my hands or mouth. Oh no, I thought. I stood up & dad yanked my shorts to my ankles, I stepped out of them & straddled Mark. As I lowered myself onto his dick, one of them slid his fingers in me & held Mark’s dick to guide it in. I rode him cowgirl style, all of the guys were hooting & hollering as I pumped up & down. Mark was thrusting back now, this wasn’t near as painful as what I’d already been through. YES he was cumming. He filled my hole up with his spunk. Dad took the gag off of Mark & told me to stand up but don’t let any cum dribble out. I stood, I felt a trickle running down my leg. Dad swatted the back of my leg, told me to squat over Mark’s face and push it all out into his mouth. He hit my leg again, harder. I could hear Mark begging not to do this, but he knew I had no choice. I did it & I guess he accepted the situation and even licked my asshole clean. Was it finally over? I wondered. I picked up my things to go in. My dad looked at me & said “good job”. “Good job?” I thought to myself.

As it was getting dark, the 3 men finally  left. Mark had been untied for a good while but he was still laying on the table holding his belly & sobbing. It took a few days for us to recover from all of that. We never talked about it much either.

My dad told us that he was having another “fucking” party next weekend, Mark & I were petrified. We talked about running away from home but knew he’d kill us if he caught us. Luckily for us, a few days later there was an accident at the lumber yard where dad worked. He was crushed to death by a huge log when a chain broke. I guess karma is a bitch.

I remember crying when our aunt came to tell us & that we would be living with her now. I’m pretty sure they were tears of happiness & relief, not grief.

Mark & I never touched each other again. We drifted apart over the years. He started drinking heavily & was doing drugs in his twenties, then was sent to prison for killing a family in a car crash while intoxicated.

Many years have gone by since dad died. I have went to the cemetery every year on the anniversary of his death, just to piss on his grave. I even took a shit on his grave marker one time.

FUCKING BASTARD

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2 Comments

  • Reply Friend ID:38b6g1oiil

    I’m happy that bastard has died

  • Reply lilx ID:1bfeiorqhra3

    this is just sad