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Adult ++
Chapters:
3
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13,887
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7
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Punishment
I haven't worked on this in ages. Sorry about that for people who wanted to read more on it.
“Bennie!” Rick's loud voice filled the house.
Bennie's eyes slowly opened to take in his bedroom. It felt like he had only been asleep a few minutes. The screaming of his name from his father meant that his dad was home and that he had saw the damage done to the table.
“It was just a table dad,” Ban's voice came as well. “Don't you think you are overreacting a bit?”
“It's not that table that's important,” Rick explained. “It's the fact he has no respect for other people's things. Bennie! Get down here! I'm not going to call you again.”
Bennie took a deep breath and opened the door to his bedroom. He walked out into the hall then down the stairs that led to the living room. Ban, Rick, and Greg were waiting in the living room. Rick wasn't the type of parent to discipline his children in private. He thought if he taught his son a lesson in front of his brothers it would embarrass him enough not to be bad again. It hadn't worked so far on Bennie.
“You better have a good reason for kicking that table,” Rick said pointing at the door that led to the hallway.
“I don't have a good reason,” Bennie confessed. “I was just mad because Ban didn't pick me up from school on time.”
“So you decided it was right to kick the table?” Rick huffed. “I think walking in the rain is good for you. It might teach you not to screw up in school. You know what this means.”
Bennie did know what it meant. His father would beat him senseless then he would take advantage of him sexually. Rick started giving his sons the options of giving him a blow and letting him fuck them when they turned 15. Bennie always let him fuck him because he couldn't stand the idea of putting his father's cock in his mouth. At least when he lets him fuck him he doesn't have to look at him.
Greg and Ban didn't like to watch their bother go through that but they didn't have a choice. If they tried to stop their father or argue with him they would suffer the same fate as Bennie.
Without any warning Rick raised his hand and brought it against the side of Bennie's face. Bennie let out a gasp and fell against the couch.
“You think you're so smart,” his father said grabbing him by his hair and throwing him to the floor. “You think you can do whatever you want in this house. You don't think you have to follow my rules. Well, you are wrong!”
Bennie didn't try to fight his father. He just laid there on the floor as his father jabbed him in his side with the tip of his shoe. He had learned along time ago that fighting the punishment only made it last longer.
When Rick had had his full of kicking him he pulled him to his feet and looked into his watering eyes. Bennie couldn't took him in the eye. His eyes darted away to land on the floor.
“So what will it be?” Rick asked. “Are you going to give me head this time? Or am I going to get that tight little ass again?”
“You can fuck me,” Bennie said in a whisper.
“You always pick that,” His father said bending him over the coffee table. “I think you like it. Are you a faggot Bennie? Is that little girlfriend of yours just a cover up?”
Bennie never enjoyed his father taking him. He would just close his eyes and pretend it wasn't happening. Right before he closed his eyes he saw his brothers turn their heads away.
His father reached a hand around to his son's front and undid his jeans. Bennie held his breath as Rick pulled his jeans and boxers down. He heard the sound of a zipper and then he felt his father's large member pressing against his ass cheek. The need for air forced him to open his mouth and take another deep breath.
Rick spread his cheeks and started to rub his hard cock against his son's hole. Without any warning he slammed inside.
“Ah!” Bennie screaming unable to hold the sound in. It felt like he was being ripped apart.
“Stop your whining,” Rick ordered pushing more of his length inside of his son. “I know you like it.”
His dad didn't stop pushing in until every inch of his cock was planted deep in Bennie's ass. Bennie pressed his face against the surface of the coffee table and cried silently. Rick pulled out and slammed back in. His son had to bite down on his bottom to keep from crying out in pain.
“Tell me you like it,” Rick ordered rocking in out of him. “Say it!”
“I like it,” Bennie whispered.
“Louder!” Rick screamed slamming into his son hard.
“I like it!” his son screamed.
That was all Rick needed to explode. He pulled out and rammed back in one more time before his seed burst from the end of his dick. Rick pulled his dick out of Bennie. His son fell from his place bent over the coffee table and landed on his back on the floor.
“Now,” their father said zipping up his pants. “Let that be a lesson to you all.”
Bennie didn't move until his father had left the room. He guessed he had gone up stairs to his bedroom. The abused boy lifted his body up enough to pull his pants up and sit on the couch. He didn't even have the energy to go up stairs and clean himself up. He had been abused by his father so many times that sitting there is cum soaked jeans didn't bother him.
Ban and Greg walked over sitting down on either of their hurting brother. Without a word Bennie leaned over and started to sob helplessly into Greg's shirt.
“Bennie!” Rick's loud voice filled the house.
Bennie's eyes slowly opened to take in his bedroom. It felt like he had only been asleep a few minutes. The screaming of his name from his father meant that his dad was home and that he had saw the damage done to the table.
“It was just a table dad,” Ban's voice came as well. “Don't you think you are overreacting a bit?”
“It's not that table that's important,” Rick explained. “It's the fact he has no respect for other people's things. Bennie! Get down here! I'm not going to call you again.”
Bennie took a deep breath and opened the door to his bedroom. He walked out into the hall then down the stairs that led to the living room. Ban, Rick, and Greg were waiting in the living room. Rick wasn't the type of parent to discipline his children in private. He thought if he taught his son a lesson in front of his brothers it would embarrass him enough not to be bad again. It hadn't worked so far on Bennie.
“You better have a good reason for kicking that table,” Rick said pointing at the door that led to the hallway.
“I don't have a good reason,” Bennie confessed. “I was just mad because Ban didn't pick me up from school on time.”
“So you decided it was right to kick the table?” Rick huffed. “I think walking in the rain is good for you. It might teach you not to screw up in school. You know what this means.”
Bennie did know what it meant. His father would beat him senseless then he would take advantage of him sexually. Rick started giving his sons the options of giving him a blow and letting him fuck them when they turned 15. Bennie always let him fuck him because he couldn't stand the idea of putting his father's cock in his mouth. At least when he lets him fuck him he doesn't have to look at him.
Greg and Ban didn't like to watch their bother go through that but they didn't have a choice. If they tried to stop their father or argue with him they would suffer the same fate as Bennie.
Without any warning Rick raised his hand and brought it against the side of Bennie's face. Bennie let out a gasp and fell against the couch.
“You think you're so smart,” his father said grabbing him by his hair and throwing him to the floor. “You think you can do whatever you want in this house. You don't think you have to follow my rules. Well, you are wrong!”
Bennie didn't try to fight his father. He just laid there on the floor as his father jabbed him in his side with the tip of his shoe. He had learned along time ago that fighting the punishment only made it last longer.
When Rick had had his full of kicking him he pulled him to his feet and looked into his watering eyes. Bennie couldn't took him in the eye. His eyes darted away to land on the floor.
“So what will it be?” Rick asked. “Are you going to give me head this time? Or am I going to get that tight little ass again?”
“You can fuck me,” Bennie said in a whisper.
“You always pick that,” His father said bending him over the coffee table. “I think you like it. Are you a faggot Bennie? Is that little girlfriend of yours just a cover up?”
Bennie never enjoyed his father taking him. He would just close his eyes and pretend it wasn't happening. Right before he closed his eyes he saw his brothers turn their heads away.
His father reached a hand around to his son's front and undid his jeans. Bennie held his breath as Rick pulled his jeans and boxers down. He heard the sound of a zipper and then he felt his father's large member pressing against his ass cheek. The need for air forced him to open his mouth and take another deep breath.
Rick spread his cheeks and started to rub his hard cock against his son's hole. Without any warning he slammed inside.
“Ah!” Bennie screaming unable to hold the sound in. It felt like he was being ripped apart.
“Stop your whining,” Rick ordered pushing more of his length inside of his son. “I know you like it.”
His dad didn't stop pushing in until every inch of his cock was planted deep in Bennie's ass. Bennie pressed his face against the surface of the coffee table and cried silently. Rick pulled out and slammed back in. His son had to bite down on his bottom to keep from crying out in pain.
“Tell me you like it,” Rick ordered rocking in out of him. “Say it!”
“I like it,” Bennie whispered.
“Louder!” Rick screamed slamming into his son hard.
“I like it!” his son screamed.
That was all Rick needed to explode. He pulled out and rammed back in one more time before his seed burst from the end of his dick. Rick pulled his dick out of Bennie. His son fell from his place bent over the coffee table and landed on his back on the floor.
“Now,” their father said zipping up his pants. “Let that be a lesson to you all.”
Bennie didn't move until his father had left the room. He guessed he had gone up stairs to his bedroom. The abused boy lifted his body up enough to pull his pants up and sit on the couch. He didn't even have the energy to go up stairs and clean himself up. He had been abused by his father so many times that sitting there is cum soaked jeans didn't bother him.
Ban and Greg walked over sitting down on either of their hurting brother. Without a word Bennie leaned over and started to sob helplessly into Greg's shirt.