Rusty rubbed his wrists. They were black and blue and swollen from this afternoon's ordeal on the rack. He hoped he'd never have to go through something like that again. He didn't think his wrists would make it next time. As sore as they were now, he knew they would recover, but he didn't think they'd ever be quite the same again. He'd probably have arthritis in them before he was twenty-five.
Next to him on a single bed, Jimmy Benton was beating off. Tonight was Rusty's night to share the younger boy's room, and Rusty knew that, he wouldn't get much sleep. Jimmy would be awake at least twice during the night to beat himself off. The kid always jiggled around so much and made so much racket that Rusty was never able to sleep through it. Rusty had to put up with the kid every other night, because every other night he shared Jimmy's room and every alternate night he shared Todd's room. Todd, being older and free to fuck all the chicks he wanted to, jerked off only rarely during the night. But Jimmy only got to fuck the females he and the other junior high studs could run down after dark, and females on the streets after dark were getting rarer and rarer. Besides, Jimmy had got picked up by the cops so many times that Old Man Benton had practically chained the kid up at night. The old man had literally chained Jimmy to the bed a few times, the same way he chained up the old lady every night.
That was another thing that kept Rusty awake the old lady's rattling chains. A month ago the old man had started chaining the old lady to her bed at night to keep her out of mischief while he was off working his nightshift at the iron works. Before that the old lady used to sneak out on the streets and wait for a pack of pussy hunting junior high pricks to come along and gang fuck her. One time the frenzied young studs had fucked her into a near coma, and the old man had had to fetch her from the hospital. The old man hadn't thought much of it that time, but he'd given her hell for going for a walk at night. She'd just been asking for it, he said. Served her right. But then when it happened again, when he'd been called for the second time in two weeks to come to the hospital and pick up his raped and buggered old lady, he realized what had been going on. The old lady was out at night trying to get herself laid while he was working his ass off at the factory. That was when he brought in the chains. Before he went to work every night, he chained her up, beat her ass with a leather strap, and fucked the shit out of her. What he didn't know was that the old lady was still getting herself laid behind his back. Both Todd and Jimmy, especially Jimmy, went at their mother every night like tigers.
"What time is it, Rusty?" Jimmy asked. He lay in the bed next to Rusty's with his eyes closed, his naked brown body misted with sweat under the lamplight, his brown fist pumping his seven-inch cock. The kid always bragged about how his cock was as long as his brother's already, and he was still three years younger than Todd.
"Twenty to eleven," Rusty said, glancing at the clock on the nightstand between the two single beds. In his own room across the hall, Todd was lying nude, scratching his balls and panting over a Hustler centerfold. His own seven-inch cock lay twitching along his belly like a purple capped ivory tusk.
"Five more minutes," Jimmy said, referring to the fact that in five minutes the old man would be leaving for work and he'd be free to climb his mother's hot ass. "Shit," he said, "I can't wait. Oh, Christ!"
Jimmy's long body stiffened. His square pectorals and rectangular abdominal ridges stood out like carved stone. His cock head ballooned, its piss-slit gaping. A rope of white jism shot out and splashed down on the boy's heaving chest. The boy squirmed. Another spurt shot out and nearly hit Rusty.
Rusty jumped. "Christ, watch it!" He scrambled off the bed, letting the crazy kid squirt all over himself and everyplace else.
The kid didn't have any brains. He shot all over everything.
While Jimmy thrashed around on his bed, squirting and muttering to himself, Rusty went across the hall and sat on the bed next to Todd. He liked Todd better than Jimmy. Todd was more like a big brother to him, and the two of them both went to Sutton High and played on the football team.
"Look at how big and juicy it is," Todd said, nudging Rusty. "All the chicks in this magazine open up real wide without even pulling the flaps apart with their hands."
Rusty looked at the girl in the centerfold. She lay on her back doing the splits, shoving her wide open pussy right up at their faces. Rusty could see way up inside the pink hole, with the pussy lips fanned out so wide and the clit standing up like a pink wet peanut.
"Damn!" Rusty said, and his prick flopped up and topped down on his belly, the head throbbing well up past his navel. He wanted to grab his cock and pump it, but his wrists were so sore he could hardly close his hand.
Todd turned the page, whistling and muttering about the next hot, wide open chick who jumped out at them licking her lips and showing them her oh-please-fuck-me eyes. Rusty kept his eyes glued to the magazine pages, not wanting to miss one juicy cunt. Across the hall, Rusty could hear Jimmy cleaning up his mess. In the distance, he could hear the muffled sound of the old lady's chains. The old man was shackling her to the metal bed frame. Rusty hadn't heard him beat her tonight, or him bellow and her screech while he sliced her up with his cock. He knew that the old lady loved the whippings her husband gave her, loved the way he fucked her until she screamed, but still, Rusty didn't enjoy listening to it. The sounds of brutality made him want to curl up into a ball and hide. In fact, sometimes just being in Sutton made him want to do that. Sutton was such a fucking mean town.
Rusty had come to Sutton with high hopes of finding a new home and becoming a star athlete.
After his mother had died last summer, he had at first traveled with his old man, a trucker, whom Rusty had rarely seen during his young life. His old man had come home for a few days between hauls now and then, but even then he'd spent those few days half drunk and fucking Rusty's mom nonstop. Then, after Rusty's mother had died, Rusty had spent, two weeks of hell traveling with the old man. The old man hated him to begin with, but once the old man got a look at Rusty's ten-inch cock he seemed to go whacky, seemed like he wanted to kill Rusty.
"Think you're better than your old man, don't ya?" the old man would bellow after he'd had a few. "Wanna go to high school and all. Think ya got the smarts, don't ya? Momma's boy and all. Ya look just like her with your blond hair and pretty face – blond hair down to your shoulders like some little bitch. Shit! And ya wanna play football? Shit! Football's a man's game. Ya look like a little girl, a fucking little girl." And here he'd laugh for awhile, until his face suddenly got serious again. "Think you're really something because ya got a over growed hog dangling from your balls, doncha? Well, let me tell you something – it ain't how big it is, it's whatcha can do with it that counts. And there ain't no girly boy like you knows how ta fuck worth a damn."
Then, during that hold-over in Vegas Rusty had returned to his motel room from supper and found the old man waiting for him with a bare-assed whore.
The whore had the biggest tits Rusty had ever seen, and he could smell her all the way across the room. Rusty had never before seen a naked girl live. He swayed on his feet looking at her, dizzy with her scent, and from head to toe he flushed hot. His dick almost ripped his pants open.
The old man lay on the bed beside the whore, his cock as soft as his paunch. The old man's cock was wet, and Rusty could tell that the old man had had it in her.
"Get over here," the old man said to Rusty, "and you, bitch, get up on all fours."
The whore got up on her hands and knees, giggling. Rusty could see jism leaking out of the dark hole of her cunt.
"Come on, honey," the whore said. "I love 'em young."
Rusty felt like vomiting. As hot as his prick felt, there was no way he was going to shove it up the cunt his greasy old man had just fucked. Without a word, he turned to leave. He was going to run as far away as he could get from there. He'd run forever if he had to. But before he could get to the door, his old man caught him, caught him and knocked him down.
"OK, Mr. Smart," the old man growled. "Get over there and eat that bitch. And when you get done eatin' her, you're gonna shove your over growed hog up her and show us if you're a man." The old man grabbed him by the hair and dragged him over to the whore. Then he grabbed Rusty's head like a hunk of clay and plastered Rusty's face to the whore's cum-dripping cunt.
Rusty would never know why he didn't vomit. But he sucked that whore's cunt, sucked it until the whore cried out coming and spraying hot juice. And then he got up on her ass and fucked her, fucked her with his ten-inch cock until she gibbered out of her head and he himself whimpered and shot his virgin load of jism up inside her. Wow! He'd never forget that feeling. He felt like he was shooting his guts out, and the whore's cunt sucked like a vacuum cleaner. His mistake was that he fucked that whore good.
"You fuck better than your old man," the whore said, turning around to kiss him. "And ooh, what a dick! Damn, it's big!"
That was all the old man needed. He threw the whore out almost before she could dress. And, then he whipped Rusty, whipped him with his belt, with his size-twelve boots, with his wad of keys on their heavy chain. He whipped Rusty nearly unconscious, and then he went out to get his tire iron. That's when Rusty escaped with his life. That's when he dragged himself naked and bloody out of the room and down the hall and into an open elevator. The old man never laid a hand on him again.
The old man lost custody of Rusty, and within a month Rusty was on his way to Sutton, sent there by the child welfare bureau to live with foster parents, the Bentons, and welcomed by the Sutton High School athletic department because at Briggs Junior High he had run the quarter-mile in fifty-two seconds flat. Coach and Athletic Director Long expected great things from Rusty in football, track and cross-country. Rusty fairly sang with joy on the bus to Sutton, but after he'd been there awhile be began to feel that he was nearly as bad off in Sutton as with his old man.
Old Mr. Benton, his foster dad, was as much of a bastard as Rusty's real old man. Old Man Benton took him in as a tax write-off, then treated him like shit, even worse than he treated Todd and Jimmy, or even the old lady.
Coach Long had treated him buddy-buddy for a few days – until the coach had caught a glimpse of Rusty's cock in the shower. Then the coach turned mean, seemed to single him out and pick on him for every little thing, for things that went wrong that were in no way connected with Rusty.
But as bad as the coach and Old Man Benton were, they didn't bother him half so much as himself. He could handle those two old bastards, but he wasn't so sure he could handle himself anymore. Since he'd arrived in Sutton two months ago, Rusty had changed a lot – and he wasn't so sure he liked what he was becoming. He'd always been a real nice kid, a gentle kid that's what everybody had always said about him, and he had always liked to hear it but now he was becoming mean, as mean as Coach Long and Old Man Benton, as mean as all the other guys at Sutton High. And worst of all, he was enjoying it, enjoying becoming mean. But it bothered him, bothered him a lot.
Todd elbowed him in the ribs. "Christ, look at this one! How'd you like to crawl up on that piece of ass?"
"Wow!" Rusty said, drooling. "Yeah!"
Todd held up a two-page spread of a blond girl up on all fours. As she arched her back her ass turned up and spread, showing off both her cunt and ass pucker in all their wet pinkness. Rusty could see halfway up the girl's cunt, and he got so excited that his pecker head pounded his belly with audible slapping sounds. Damn, he'd like to get up on her ass and fuck her until she screamed, just like he had fucked that whore last summer. He loved to see girls up on all fours. He liked them better in that position than in any other. He loved the female ass it drove him crazy. Most of the other guys at Sutton High preferred to mount girls in that position, too, he'd noticed. Maybe because that was the way most animals fucked and most of the guys, in Sutton seemed to think of themselves as wild animals.
The bedroom door shook. Rusty felt the whole room vibrate.
"You pecker heads get that light out and get to sleep," Old Man Benton shouted. Now or do I have to horsewhip all three of ya?
"Sure Dad," Todd shouted dropping his magazine and diving over Rusty to switch off the lamp on the nightstand.
All three boys held their breaths as the old man clopped down the stairs. The front door slammed and clicked. Rusty could hear the old man starting his car, could hear him back out of the driveway. The motor roared, and Old Man Benton squealed off to work. The sound of his car disappeared in the night.
The lights blazed on once again. Jimmy was up and prancing toward the door, his seven-inch cock stiff and waving. Todd and Rusty followed him down the hall, practically stepping on his heels.
Old Lady Benton was waiting for them. Before Jimmy had even snapped on the bedroom light, Mrs. Benton was rattling her chain and panting audibly. And as the light went on, there she was up on all fours in the middle of her bed, waving her juicy ass and cunt at the boys. A wide steel shackle shined on her left ankle, and a silvery steel chain ran from the shackle to the metal bedposts at the foot of the bed.
"Oh, boy!" Jimmy muttered, and he banged his shin on a bedpost as he scrambled onto the bed to mount his mother. Rubbing his shin and cursing, he squatted like a monkey behind his mother and slipped his swollen pecker up her cunt.
Mrs. Benton groaned, "Fuck me, darling!"
Jimmy humped like a stud dog, zinging his teenage pecker in and out of her like the world would be ending any second and he had to get off before it did. His skinny ass cheeks dimpled in and out like hollow grapefruits. His brown hair bounced on his shoulders. Mrs. Benton rotated her ass, whimpering like a bitch.
The old lady really wasn't that old – maybe thirty-five. She had brown hair, shoulder-length like that of her two sons. Her tits hung almost as low as those of the whore Rusty had fucked and she had a huge meaty ass that Rusty felt like slicing up with a knife and eating. Tonight, especially, Mrs. Benton looked hot. Rusty hadn't had a piece of ass since last Friday, and he needed one bad. He'd had a wild orgasm this afternoon while hanging from the rack, but now be was horny again, horny for hot fresh meat.
Jimmy clawed his mother's ass, mauled her cunt with his red hot teenage prick. He looked like a small baboon mounted on a squealing sow. His skinny body quivered, and he fired his hot jism.
"Oh, jeez, I'm coming, Ma," he grunted, and Mrs. Benton cooed, screwing her ass back on his pulsating cock slowly and deliberately. "Oh, my baby," she muttered. "My little angel."
Jimmy collapsed on her ass spent.
Todd grabbed his brother and dragged him off Mrs. Benton's ass. As Jimmy rolled onto the floor, panting, Todd got up behind Mrs. Benton and started slapping her ass. His muscular hands fell hard on his mother's meaty butt, making loud cracking sounds.
"You Goddamn, bitch," he said, "fucking your own son like that. You oughta be whipped to death."
"Was I a bad momma?" Mrs. Benton pouted. "As bad as could be," Todd said.
Rusty had seen this act before. The two sons and their mother performed this same scene almost every night as if it were a ritual. Rusty knew what was coming next, so he went to the closet and brought out the plastic whiffle ball bat. Rusty joined in on this scene only rarely, usually judging it too weird, but tonight he was horny.
Todd looked up at Rusty, smiling. "Tonight you can give it to her. I'll watch." He moved aside, giving Rusty lots of room.
Mrs. Benton shivered panting in a way that sounded like a cat purring. Her asshole quivered, glistening. Pussy juice and Jimmy's grayish-white jism oozed out of her cunt.
Rusty swung the bat with all his strength, smashing it down on Mrs. Benton's ig beautiful ass. Whack! Rusty winced. Mrs. Benton groaned, nearly toppling over. Then she braced herself and wiggled her ass for more. Rusty slammed her slammed her again then again.
"No!" Mrs. Benton moaned. "Please, no more, oh, please!" Her voice sounded pained.
Rusty's cock throbbed, shot through with hot sensations. "You Goddamn bitch!" he cried. "Goddamn whore!" And he clubbed her ass, beat her with all his strength, letting out all his anger and lust.
Mrs. Benton screamed. Her ass became a huge round purple mountain of battered meat. Cunt juice and jism ran down her legs in rivers. The air smelled out cunt and sizzling meat.
Rusty beat her, beat her until his shoulders and arms ached. And then he stuffed her with the bat, rammed the handle end of it straight up her gaping red cunt.
Mrs. Benton howled, bucking her black and blue ass while Rusty twisted the plastic bat inside her cunt, twisted it and drove it further in. Then he let the bat go and jumped up on her. He had to fuck her, had to fuck her now.
The pressure of the thick whiffle ball bat inside Mrs. Benton's cunt seemed to make her asshole gape. Rusty could easily shove a finger up her asshole without touching meat it was that wide open. Rusty had never seen such a sexy asshole. He bent his monstrous cock down and pressed the glowing pecker head into Mrs. Benton's asshole.
The old lady shrieked like a banshee. "Oh, it's the big one! Oh honey, let me fed it. Bugger my ass – quick!"
Rusty drove into her until his pubic hair tickled her gaping asshole. He felt his pecker head in the her hot belly. He'd buried all ten inches of big stud cock up her butt.
Mrs. Benton went crazy, bucking like a wild mustang under him. Rusty reached back and grabbed the whiffle ball bat, twisting it inside her cunt as he fucked hard into her asshole. The smooth bat turned and slid slippery against his crotch, massaging his balls and bottom and ass crack.
Todd kneeled up on the bed in front of Mrs. Benton and beat her face with his cock. Then, grabbing her by the ears, he yanked her mouth down over his cock until her nose banged his pubic bone. Mrs. Benton gagged as her son's cock stretched her throat.
"Suck me, you whore mother!" Todd spat, jerking her head up and down on his cock. And while he raped his mother's mouth, his brother crawled up under Mrs. Benton and started biting and sucking her fat hanging tits.
"Mmm, Momma," Jimmy muttered, "you've got such big ones! Give me some milk." And he mauled her tits, biting and scratching them, sucking them until Mrs. Benton thrashed, trying to shake him off.
But the woman was trapped. With Rusty's ten-incher slicing up her shit hole, with. Todd's seven maker searing her throat, with the twisting bat up her cunt and Jimmy's teeth and claws digging up her tits, Mrs. Benton was about as bound and fucked as any woman could be. And she whimpered, shivering all over as one little orgasm after another gnawed through her loins.
Rusty could feel it every time Mrs. Benton came. Her asshole contracted quickly and she got very hot inside. Vibrations shot through the plastic bat. Rusty couldn't believe how many times she came. She seemed to come about once every minute. And for a few, moments Rusty wished that he was a woman so he could know what it felt like to be stuffed full of cock and to shake with one orgasm after another.
Jimmy was sucking his mother's tits no handed now so he could pump his stiff cock. Todd was nodding his bead from side to side, his eyes glazed, as if he were in a trance.
The sight of his foster brothers enjoying themselves made Rusty all the more excited. He fucked down hard, getting set to blow Mrs. Benton to smithereens when he came. The hot, needlelike sensations shooting from deep in his loins and through the core of his thick, ten-inch cock made Rusty want to sing with pleasure.
"Oh, man!" he moaned. "Oh, Momma, fuck your ass! Screw your smelly whore's ass!"
"Give her your jizz," Todd muttered. "Blast her!"
"Right," Rusty said, blurry-eyed with pleasure. "I'm gonna give her my load."
Hot springs of jism uncoiled in his nuts and shot through his cock like flaming arrows. Rusty's loins bucked out of control. "Oh, Christ!"
And he blasted her, flooded her asshole as she began spasming again. With each round of cum he shot into her, the sound of his cock pistoning in her got juicier. He could feel her asshole all greasy with his hot cum, and the sound of his fucking got squishier and squishier.
Todd snapped back his head, hammering his mother's face. "Oh, Momma!" he gasped. "Take it!"
Mrs. Benton sucked loudly, munching Todd's cock, swallowing his jism. Rusty could hear her swallowing, could hear the cum gurgling down her throat. The sound made him excited, and he shot more jism up Mrs. Benton's hot ass.
Before either Rusty or Todd had finished shooting, Jimmy jumped up, pumping his cock. His face was red and dripping sweat. He stood next to the bed, arched his back, and squirted his white boy cum onto his mother's lower back and ass. The thick wads splatted on his mother's purple beaten ass cheeks and hung there like puffy clouds in a stormy sky.
"Shoot it, Jimmy," he muttered. "Cream on your ma's ass."