Chapter 3
Posted: May 01, 2009 - 10:11:18 pm

Toby made four phone calls, getting mixed reactions to the announcement that the dog was suitable for planned activities. Teela said, "Kewl!" Sally's "That's nice," was quite a bit more subdued. Rick and Lon both grunted, basically; neither of them was thrilled. They all set a date for the next day at two. Beth and Louise would be on the three to eleven shift, so they really wouldn't be around; Jean would also be working. Candace wasn't necessary to the operation; ditto for the Carter boys ... Toby figured that Damian had purchased a seat, though, no matter what everyone else thought; he planned to invite him before the evening was out.

"Hullo? Hey, Bro. Yeah, I'll be along. What? Okay, I'll tell Mama." Terence hung up the phone and headed for the kitchen. Fred, intrigued, followed. A lot of shit was happening around here he didn't have a handle on...

"Goin' to pick up Little Bro, Mama," Terence announced, entering the kitchen. "Dirk's all settled, but Beth needs a little somethin'..." He gave his mother a wink.

"What about supper?" Louise asked.

"Have you started it?" Terence asked.

"No."

"Cover Pa. We'll get Beth to do somethin'."

"Okay." Louise's menu plans simplified to 'TV dinners.'

"Bye, Mama." Terence headed out.

"Who the fuck is Beth?" Fred demanded.

Louise thought about it -- what should she say? "She's a friend of mine. Her son Toby just happens to be a schoolmate of the boys."

"From the sound of shit, the boys are fuckin' her," Fred opined.

"That would be interesting," Louise replied blithely, "since she's my age..."

"You wouldn't fuckin' tell me, anyway..." Fred turned and walked out. Louise's dinner menu dropped to 'TV dinner'. That was fine with her -- Fred wasn't fucking worth it.

Fred got to his truck just as Terence was turning onto the cross-street at the foot of the block; on impulse, he decided to follow his eldest son and see where he went. The trip was uneventful; never in his wildest dreams had Terence believed his father might follow him, so he made no effort at misdirection. But as they neared the house, Fred came down with an awful case of déjà vu...

Toby answered the door; while he stepped back to let Terence in, he picked up Fred's pickup, cruising by. "Uh oh."

"Huh?" Terence grunted.

"Your pop just drove by, I think."

Terence spun to look. "Yeah, you're right. He's turnin' around, too!"

"Ma!" Toby yelled, "Get some clothes on! We've got trouble!"

"Jeezus! If I didn't know better, I'd swear..." Fred scratched his head. Dark suspicions began to surface. "Guess I'm gonna invite myself to meet my boys' new friends," he grunted, turning around in a driveway down the block.

"How bad is this?" Terence wanted to know.

"Well, we did the trap here. Nobody here now was here then -- except me," Toby replied.

"Did he see you?"

"Not my face."

"Little Bro!" Terence yelled. "Leggo of Beth an' get her movin' Pa's comin'!"

"What the fuck?" Damian let go of Beth. He'd ignored Toby's first yell, except for holding her in place -- getting a nut was more important, and Beth had been vacuuming his dick. Having Pa here, however, was a whole 'nother smoke... "Throw something on! Quick!" He jumped up and pulled up his sweatpants. There was another delay while he undid her handcuffs, then Beth dashed off toward her room. It wasn't any too soon -- Fred was coming up the walk!

Terence stepped out to provide a distraction. "Hey, Pa. You followin' me around?"

"I was curious ta see what was so great about this place," Fred grunted. He was looking around, taking in the house and its environs -- and his face was set in suspicious lines.

Time for another distraction; Toby stepped out through the door, hoping he could keep the man outside. "Nothing much, I'm sure," he interjected. "I'm Toby. I live here. I go to school with Terence and Damian." He stuck out a hand sweaty from his worrying that it -- or his voice -- might be recognized. Fortunately, Lon had done ninety percent of the talking -- and Lon wasn't here. And while it was possible that Fred might recognize his hands, it wasn't probable; the one item on Toby that Fred would have found memorable was tucked safely away in his pants...

Toby was safe; Fred merely saw a shrimpy white kid. He shook the clammy hand, grunting, and thinking, 'Wimp... ' The house was a lot more interesting -- and he still didn't know why the boys would be here...

Beth arrived, looking thoroughly disheveled in a quilted housecoat. "Hello. I'm Beth. I'm Toby's mother. Louise and I work together at the hospital..."

Fred grunted, thinking, 'Chunky bitch. Nice hooters, though.' He squeezed her extended hand and dropped it. "Anybody else here?"

"Me." Damian came around the corner. "That'd be it..."

Fred didn't get it. "So, what the fuck you two here for?"

Damian took it. "Kickin' back. Watchin' sports on Toby's TV."

"You can do that shit at home," Fred pointed out.

"Toby wouldn't be welcome there," Damian replied evenly.

"So?" Fred favored Toby with another glance. What was so special about the boy? He turned on Terence, "I thought you was comin' over here for Beth? Sounded to me like you was talkin' about fuckin' her..." Terence just looked startled, so Fred turned his attention to the white bitch.

Beth looked startled, too. Her mind was awash. Left to her own devices, Beth might have made dangerous admissions at that point, but Toby had an idea and projected it, forcefully.

As far as Beth was concerned, she ran with the first thing to pop into her head. Glaring at Terence, she put her fists on her hips and blasted, "Just because you've seen me in a bathing suit, doesn't give you the right to insinuate that you've had carnal knowledge of me!"

"Huh?" Too many big words, too much stress -- Terence had no idea what was up.

Damian did, and he laughed. "She said you shouldn't be tellin' people you're fucking her, Big Bro!" Turning to his father, he added the thought that he'd had time to come up with. "Beth needed us to move some furniture in her living room, Pa."

Fred grunted. Everything seemed innocent. This place didn't seem innocent, though ... Turning on Beth, he observed, "They've seen you in that, too."

"I do shift work, like your wife," Beth replied. "I was just getting ready to step into the shower."

'Yeah, right, ' Fred thought. "You got any daughters? Big, tall, blonde? Little scrawny brunette?"

"No," Beth replied shortly. "Only Toby."

Fred glanced again at Toby and frowned as a thought flickered through his brain. Later. Right now, he had other pursuits. "This house seems awful familiar -- like I've been here, lately. Mind if I look around?"

"I ... need to get on with my shower," Beth replied. "I'm not surprised about the place looking familiar; this is a development -- every third house has the same floor plan and looks the same, inside and out. I embarrassed myself by driving up to the wrong house a couple of times when I first moved in here. Look over there..." She pointed at the house one door down across the street. "Only the roofline is different on that place. You'd think builders would show more imagination..."

Fred turned around and followed her gaze, frowning. The bitch had a point -- but this place...

Dirk arrived at that point, took one look at Fred, and, sensing the tension there on the porch, growled. This proved fortuitous -- Fred took one look at the dog and his certainty about the house eroded. There damn sure hadn't been any damned dog there when he had gotten suckered and fucked... "Uh, right. You boys get on with whatever furniture moving you're gonna do. I'll see ya later."

"Beth is makin' dinner. We'll be a while," Terence pressed.

"Right. Nice meetin' ya," Fred grunted insincerely, and headed back to the truck. 'Fuckin' house ... But that fuckin' dog ... I need a drink.' He got in the truck and headed off to his favorite bar.

"FUCK!" Toby nearly collapsed on the porch. "That was CLOSE!"

Terence eyed him. "Why?"

"We did the whole movie thing RIGHT HERE!" Toby gasped.

"Oh," Terence replied. "I heard that went down, but I haven't seen it..."

Toby sobered. "Yeah, well, you probably don't want to."

"Mama said the same thing," Damian interjected.

"Why?" Terence asked suspiciously. "It's just Pa fuckin'..."

Toby grimaced. "Terence, it isn't just that. We didn't settle for a video of your Pa screwing Sally -- there's a lot more to it. Now that it's over, I'm not proud of it -- but it's a better deterrent."

"So, let's see it!" Terence pressed.

Toby looked an appeal at Beth, but she was of two minds on the matter. Damian was, too -- especially after the recent run-in on the porch. Finally, Toby said, "Your Mama has a copy..."

"You do, too, don't you?" Terence replied. "I can't watch it at home -- what if Pa walks in?"

Damian pursed his lips and nodded. "I heard about the content, Big Bro -- you're not gonna like it. But maybe we oughta see, so we can understand what just happened and how Pa is gonna react to shit."

Toby hung his head. "I don't think you're gonna like me, after..." The Carter boys just looked at him. Beth pursed her lips. "I think they deserve to know, Toby."

"Yes, Ma." Toby trudged off to collect the DVDs.

Damian turned to Beth. "I thought you were the bottom of the totem pole, here."

Beth nodded, trying to decide whether Damian wanted to shift modes. "I am. But this is a parental authority thing -- an exception." Damian nodded. "I'll get us all more tea," she added, heading off.

Damian turned to Terence. "Big Bro, you are NOT gonna like this -- guaranteed!"

"Tell me."

"Mama says they roped him in with Sally -- but then they took over. There was some suckin' and fuckin'..."

"Pa?"

"Pa. With Lon and Toby. At first, it was forced, then Pa apparently got into it. Are you SURE you want to see it?"

"Howcum he didn't recognize Toby?"

"I don't know."

"I wanna see it." It was firm -- Terence HAD to see it, in fact.

Beth brought tea back in -- the refilled pitcher and two more glasses with ice. She eyed Damian. "Damian..."

"Not now. You'll know when." Beth nodded. Fun time was over -- maybe forever.

Toby put the DVDs in the player. "There is a lot of raw stuff," he said. "I'm going to play the video I put together, then on the outside chance you need to see anything else..." He rubbed his face, then handed Damian the remote. Dirk wandered in and lay down in the corner.

"Why don't you sit in the chair," Beth suggested to Toby. "I'll sit with the boys..." She settled herself on the couch with Terence on her left and Damian on her right. Damian fired off the video.

The thing started off as expected, of course. The take-down was shocking, but the boys knew it was going to happen, empirically. Then Lon stuck his cock in Fred's mouth. Terence turned to Toby with a deer-in-the-headlights look, but said nothing -- but when Toby inserted his cock in Fred's ass, Terence got visibly angry. If looks could kill, Toby would have been reduced to ash, right there.

"Fuck!" Damian gasped. Who would have thought that Lon and Toby could get this wild?

When things backed off and got less brutal, Terence became incredibly embarrassed for his father. There wasn't any doubt that Pa was sucking and fucking on his own...

Beth had a hand on each boy's leg, and they were running up and down their thighs regularly. The movie made her hot; things she had been doing to comfort them became another source of arousal for her. "I'm so hot..."

Damian misconstrued her meaning ... maybe. "Take off that waffle thing, then," he directed, pausing the video. "Hurry up!"

Beth was out of her robe in no time, settling back down between the boys nude. "That's better!" She'd been naked with them before -- recently, with Damian. Besides, he had told her to...

Terence took it all in. Beth was something -- she certainly was NOT the way he had been led to believe women were ... Damian resumed the video and Terence went back to his own private Hell. He was angry with Toby -- but his dick wasn't. His dick was blued steel, and Beth was bumping it with her hand...

On screen, things moved into Round Two. Pa started sucking on Toby's dick like it was gonna give him the magic elixir of life, or something ... Terence's erection was killing him, stuck pointing down and rock hard. Beth's breath was hot on his ear, "Can I have it?"

"Yeah," Terence gasped. He rose up enough to allow his sweatpants to be dragged down over his hips, never removing his eyes from the video where his Pa was being triple-teamed and apparently loving it. "Aaaaaaaahhhhh!!!" Beth's lips were like Heaven on his swollen glans.

Beth was leaning over into Terence's lap to blow him, which presented Damian with her ass. He stuck two fingers in her soupy snatch, but didn't do much with them, being powerfully distracted.

The whole thing was tough on Toby. The video was hot, Ma was giving off powerful signals, and there was the ever-present threat of one of the Carter boys jumping up and clocking him, incensed at the video's content. He sat there, riding it out.

Terence blew his nut into Beth's hot mouth watching his father take Toby's spunk. It was as embarrassing as all Hell, but it was SOOOO hot! He was in recovery while Lon got his nut and his Pa blew a load into Sally's mouth, and was almost back to normal when the screen faded to black. Beth was thoroughly agitated, and Dirk had hopped up, sniffing the air, but Terence ignored them. "What happened after that?"

"We put the regular blindfold on him and drove him out to the woods somewhere and dropped him off," Toby replied.

"What was that weird thing you put on him?"

"Blinders," Toby replied. "They kept him from seeing anything much but the cock he was working on. He, um, wanted to see it."

"If you'd showed him your dick at the door..." Terence mused, his voice empty of emotion.

Toby turned red. "Terence, I..."

"Shut up," Terence cut him off. "You can't fix it. But I learned a few things." It had been right there on the screen; Pa sucked dick -- and he liked it. He liked a dick in his ass, too. Pa talked big shit about this kind of thing -- and he lied through his teeth. Terence DAMNED SURE didn't need to feel any embarrassment about liking a little dick... "You owe me. Lon owes me."

"What about Sally?" Toby asked.

Terence thought about it, shook his head. "Nah. She was doing something she'd been asked to do -- by Mama. You guys took it 'way beyond..."

"That's fair," Toby admitted. "But we were looking for something better than just a video of your dad fucking a minor -- he might not have been bothered enough by it. And Lon was mad that the bait had to be Sally." He gathered himself. "It was my idea."

Damian kept an eye on Big Bro. He was less affected by the whole thing, having been let in on things and having suffered more from his father's neglect. The stuff on screen had been kind of gross, but it had also been pretty hot. Damian watched Big Bro clutch the couch arm and reached out a hand, "He's right, you know. Pa would have wanted a copy of the vid to show the boyz and brag. It wouldn't have covered us. Not like this."

"It's still ... You FUCKED him!" Terence accused.

"Yes," Toby admitted. "I'd never done that. I'd only been sucked once..."

Terence lurched in his seat -- that once had been HIM! Slowly, he got control. "Did you learn anything?" he croaked.

"Terence..." Toby REALLY didn't want to get his ass stomped, even if he WAS willing to take the heat.

"Go on..."

"I don't want to hurt you any more than I already have..."

"I'm waiting..."

"Well, okay." Toby thought about it. "Ass is ass, I think. I prefer to look at a woman's ass, but from the inside they are about the same, I think. But guys have a leg up when giving head. I figure that it's because they know how it feels and what we want. Girls can do a fine job, but a lot of the time, they don't understand what we go digging for when we fuck, so they don't understand what's good in a blowjob and what isn't. They like having their clits licked, and they expect to be able to lick us like that ... Guys know that the in and out thing is important."

Terence didn't know what he had expected, but this wasn't it. He'd figured that Toby would come out with something really insulting, and he'd get a free shot at the little shit. Instead, he got this reasoned analysis of gay sex... "Really?"

"Well..." Toby threw up his hands. "A couple of weeks ago, I'd have known nothing at all -- and I haven't exactly surveyed a zillion guys. But that's my best guess."

Terence sat there, numb. Toby had been worried about saying what he said -- why? Because it meant that Terence gave good head? Terence guessed that it was a compliment, sort of. It would have been easy to bluster that the idea was hurtful, and that Toby had labeled him a cocksucker -- but he'd just be raising Hell to protect his rep, like Pa did -- and he'd just watched Pa suck Toby's dick, and knew that Pa was a big, fat liar ... His head hurt; he needed some air. "I'm going for a walk," he announced, standing. Looking over at Toby, he grunted, "You owe me."

"Okay."

"I'll be back." Terence walked out. The other three heard the front door bang.

"THAT went well," Damian grunted. "You guys..."

"It seemed like a good idea at the time," Toby interjected.

"Yeah. I get that." Damian's eyes were hooded. "It still is. I'm gonna try to let it slide."

"Ma wasn't party to it," Toby insisted. "Neither was Lon's Mama, or Jean, or your Mama or Rick and Teela. Sally wasn't really, either -- she was just the bait. We didn't tell her what was coming because we wanted her surprised. This was Lon and I."

"I'm not taking it out on Beth or Candace," Damian replied. "In the first place, I can just about do whatever I want to either of them, anyway -- right, Bitch?" He pinched Beth's ass.

"Yes, Sir." Beth slid into submissive mode without complaint.

"See? Waste of time." Damian rubbed Beth's ass, then gave it a swat. "As for you, Lon and Sally, well, it WAS a fuckin' stroke of genius. I think you went overboard, and you ought to pay -- but you already are. I'm gonna hold out for a future draft pick, or something." Standing, he grunted, "I need a fuck. Bend over the couch arm, Bitch."

"Yes, Sir!" Beth was more than happy to oblige. She took his abrupt penetration -- despite the fact that it felt like he tore one of her inner labia off -- and his anger-driven pounding. And she took the hard swats on her ass that went with it, taking them in the spirit in which they were given. She even took Damian's harsh "No!" the first two times she asked if she could orgasm. Eventually, he relented -- and she got a big one, and her snatch sucked his semen out of him in the process. Toby spent the whole episode sitting in the chair, watching Ma's big jugs swing beneath her to Damian's pounding and tasting the joy she extracted from both her pleasure and her pain. That was exquisite punishment in and of itself; the tension caused by watching the coupling and feeling his mother's sensations from it were maddening.

Terence let his feet do whatever they felt like while he mulled over things. First things were first; Pa was a chickenshit hypocrite with a big fucking chip on his shoulder. He lied, he cheated ... And he was as queer as a three-dollar bill when he felt like it. If nothing else, Terence could stand up and admit to what he'd done and how he felt about it. There was a whole lot less to be ashamed about, now. He was his father's son in his sexual tastes, if not in how he handled them.

Toby and Lon, well, they'd gone too far. Okay, maybe it was for the best, but what they did wasn't even legal! Terence didn't see himself as being particularly bothered by that aspect, but it WAS rape -- at first, at least. Later, well, it sure didn't LOOK like it. Terence could understand Lon being pissed that he had to donate his girlfriend to the cause, but still...

Mama had asked for the help -- and the whole group benefited -- himself more than most. That video put to bed a lot of fictions about how Pa was and what he was capable of. If Pa had been above chasing underage pussy, he'd have avoided the whole thing -- but he didn't. The setup hadn't taken weeks to engineer, it had taken days -- hours! Pa hadn't gone through any soul-searching -- he'd smelled wet pussy and followed his nose. Other incidents came to mind -- mostly ones Terence had overlooked, thinking that Mama was at fault for the situation. Now he knew better ... Anyway, he couldn't stick it to Lon and Toby TOO hard, because they did it for him ... And Little Bro was right about just getting Pa on video fucking Sally; Pa would use it as the basis for more lies about what a stud he was with the ladies...

Shit. That brought on another question -- how good was he with girls? He looked up, trying to get his bearings; he didn't remember making any turns ... Time to go back; he began retracing his steps.

Damain stepped back from Beth's dripping snatch, panting. Considering the number of loads he'd dropped today, that had been a big one -- Beth was some fine pussy, especially when she was making like a slave! He swatted her on the ass, "Turn around here and clean me up, Bitch!"

Dirk was up, wandering around, panting and wagging his stubby tail; when Beth turned around and knelt to take Damian's cock in her mouth, Dirk ambled up and started sniffing, then tried to hump her hip.

Damian laughed. "Give us a minute, Dirk, then you can have a piece of your new bitch!" Dirk kept humping, even leaning forward and getting in Beth's way to take a swipe at Damian's dick with his tongue. "Awright, awright!" Damian laughed backing off, "Get down and let him have some pussy, Bitch!"

Beth got down on all fours and presented her chunky ass; Dirk backed off and gave her a few good licks, then crawled on. When it became apparent that he was aiming high again, Damian reached gingerly in and redirected Dirk's shocking pink penis into Beth's gash.

Once socketed, Dirk went nuts! Beth had to brace herself to keep from being pushed across the rug! But again, the whole thing lasted about thirty seconds before Dirk stopped, buried, while his balls bounced up and down in tune to his spraying ejaculation. He'd grown a knot, but not managed to bury it; when he was done, he hopped off and wandered into the corner to attend to his toilette.

Beth was somewhat disappointed; if Dirk had gone a full minute, she might have gotten an orgasm. As it was, well, it had been an experience ... She looked up; Toby hadn't moved from his seat in the chair.

She had no idea that she was broadcasting on about six different frequencies, and Toby had the only receiver in the room! Toby was overwhelmed by her output from the sex act with Damian, and when it segued into the doggy-fuck, he'd already been attuned and absorbing. He knew the various flavors of her reaction -- the humiliation, the animal pleasure at the fierce pounding, the disappointment that the dog had no staying power, a little self-disgust, fear of Damian and desire for his approval. Licking dry lips, Toby croaked out, "Tell her she did a good job."

Damian blinked, cocked his head. Toby seemed ... fucked up. His mind went back to their earlier conversation ... Snapping his fingers, he snapped, "Come here, Bitch!" Beth crawled forward and Damian stuck his hand in her hair, playing in it, pretending she was a long-haired mutt of some kind. "You did a fine job there -- you're a good fuck for dogs, too, I see." Beth actually rubbed her head against him. "Maybe Dirk will give you puppies." He reached down and collected the cuffs from the coffee table. "Gimme your paws..." He locked her wrists together before her, then stepped back. "Go fix us all something to eat. Be careful -- don't fuck anything up and hurt yourself!"

"Yes, Sir!" Beth climbed to her feet and sashayed out. Little did Damian know that she was an expert at cooking in handcuffs -- if a little rusty...

"Yeah, that was good," Toby croaked. "She's all happy now. That little twist of the knife over puppies was good, too -- it hit her humiliation button."

"So you CAN read their fucking minds!" Damian exclaimed.

Toby made another run at denial; he wouldn't have said anything, but his vicarious participation in the episode had nearly torn his mind from its moorings. "I just know Ma," he lied.

"I'm not buyin', Dude," Damian retorted. "You know too much. And you haven't moved in that chair for I don't know how long, but you look like somebody beat the shit out of you. Did you blow a wad in your pants?"

"Almost," Toby admitted. "A couple of times. I was punishing myself." Damian just waited. "Okay, it's new. Maybe it only works with Ma and other women I know well. Maybe it will go away. I need to keep it all under wraps -- I'm not sure it's right to be doing this."

"Why?"

"Unfair advantage."

Damian looked toward the kitchen, where Beth was clattering pans. "Sometimes, they don't want it to be fair."

Toby absorbed this, tried to process it. Damian had a point, maybe. But it all felt like going over to the dark side... "Maybe."

"What can you do?"

"Don't know yet." Toby mustered the willpower to reach down and collect his glass of tea and drink from it. "Receive. Transmit a little, maybe."

"Everybody?"

Toby grinned -- and it wasn't nice. "If it was everybody, we wouldn't be having this conversation." Damian chuckled, and waited him out; Toby was impressed with his unruffled demeanor. "Women. Women only. It started out being just when I was hot, but there has been a breakthrough."

"What happened just now?"

"It was too much," Toby replied. "Ma was putting out more noise than an AC-DC concert. I was overwhelmed."

Damian's wheels were spinning wildly. There were some sharp edges to this... "That time with you and Terence and Mama..."

"That was an accident. I think I just picked up something she was thinking about and let her run with it without inhibitions. It was an unconscious thing; I wasn't sure I was doing anything to anybody, at that point. That incident caused me to really start wondering about what I might or might not be doing," Toby explained.

Lots of sharp edges ... Lots and lots... "I can't trust you." Obviously, Toby could influence a woman to do something violent, if he wanted.

"I think you can -- as long as I can trust YOU!" Toby retorted. "We still have to keep this quiet -- for the same reasons I indicated before."

"Being?"

"Funny farms. Let's say the government hears about this. You get a straightjacket and a gag and shock treatments to ruin your memory -- and I get dissected..."

"Nasty."

"It's how the world REALLY works," Toby asserted. Damian didn't argue. "I think we're gonna need to be real close, from now on," Toby added.

"What about Big Bro?" Damian asked.

Toby shook his head. "No offense, but you're a lot smarter than he is. He'd get us all killed -- or worse..."

Damian nodded. "Awright. I might want a piece of this for that future draft pick."

"If it isn't too illegal or immoral, you got it."

"Who gets to draw the line?"

"Me." Toby grinned weakly. "I'm trying not to go to the dark side if I can help it."

Terence came into the room. Little Bro was standing talking to Toby, naked below the waist. Toby was sitting in that chair like he hadn't moved in all the time Terence had been gone -- like that statue of Lincoln ... Dirk was in the corner, licking his balls. Beth was nowhere in sight -- but there were noises coming from the kitchen. Terence addressed himself to Toby, "We need to talk." He flicked a glance at Little Bro. "In private."

"Okay." Toby started hauling himself out of the chair. He was moving like an old man. "My room?"

"Yah. Perfect." Terence stepped back so Toby could pass him.

Little Bro grabbed his arm. "You planning on kicking his ass?"

"Dunno. He might need ... persuasion."

"Don't slap him around too much. Don't hit him upside the head, especially."

"Why?"

"We need his brain." Damian grinned.

Toby heard the conversation, but it didn't seem to matter much. Now that he was undoubtedly going to get his ass whipped, bravely throwing himself between Terence's wrath and Lon and Sally didn't seem like such a bright idea. And Ma's sexual gyrations had sapped his will...

Terence entered the room behind him and closed the door, then, after examining it for a moment, locked it. Toby settled himself in the task chair at his computer desk; he could always stand again if Terence needed a bigger target...

Terence came and stood over him, saying nothing for over a minute. Finally, he grunted, "That was rape."

"Yeah, you're right. It was."

More silence. What Toby didn't know was that Terence had no idea what he was going to say or do; he was casting about for a tactic. Finally, he said, "Don't you think that's wrong?"

"Yes."

'Fuck.' If Toby would just argue with him, or whine or beg or something, he could get up the anger necessary to slap him around. But Toby was just sitting there, agreeing with him, awaiting whatever ... And Terence didn't know what form 'whatever' should take ... They were frozen and silent for more than a minute before inspiration struck... "You know that blowjob theory of yours?"

"Yeah."

"We need to test it."

Toby blinked. He knew the answer, but... "How?"

Terence snatched his sweatpants down to his ankles. "Suck."

Another time, Toby might have fought -- or at least argued. But he had no energy, and no shot at fighting Terence in his current condition -- and Terence actually had a right to make this particular demand. There was a lot of water under the bridge between them -- not the least of which was the time Terence had been coerced to do the exact same thing. Slowly, he leaned forward and collected Terence's already half-hard length in his hand.

"You ever done this before?" Terence demanded.

"No." Toby jacked Terence slowly, firming him up.

"Ever want to?"

"No." Toby kept jacking.

"Want to now?"

"Not particularly." Toby brought his other hand up to cradle Terence's big balls.

"But you're gonna, right?"

Toby's answer was to engulf Terence's glans. "Yeah, shit," Terence hissed. "I guess you are."

Toby was too intelligent to have visceral issues with what he was doing. Girls did it, other guys did it -- he could do it. Terence did it -- to him! No problem ... It didn't mean he was gay, or even bisexual -- it just needed doing, so he would do it. He threw himself into the effort, intent on getting his reward -- if you wanted to call it that.

"Damn!" Terence had both hands in his hair, but wasn't interfering with him. "Can I take these off? I don't wanna break 'em..." Terence had Toby's glasses.

Toby backed off long enough to say, "Yes," then went back to what he was doing -- absorbing as much of Terence's length as he could, then dragging his lips back over the shaft and glans to the tip before moving back in. Terence fumbled with the frames, folding them and placing them on the desk. "This ... theory of yours..." Terence grunted. "You may have something, there..." Toby was good -- not as good as his mother, but better than most of the other women. Sally hadn't been this good, either. Terence lost himself in the sensations, occasionally flicking the fingers on the hand cupping the back of Toby's head to encourage him.

For Toby, this wasn't anything super or mind-bending. It didn't help him define his sexuality. It was just something he needed to do to pay Terence back for the wrongs done him. And it was infinitely preferable to bumps and bruises and broken ribs and black eyes -- and any number of other physical injuries! The quality of his effort was driven solely by perfectionism -- not by lust, or pleasure -- but it was enough; Toby knew pretty much what made him happy during a blow job, and he knew how to detect pleasure in his partner -- and from there to doing a bang-up job was a hop, skip, and a jump ... He kept his lips in motion, applied enough suction to keep the inner surfaces of his mouth in contact with Terence's cock while avoiding trying to suck all of the blood out of it, and laved the sensitive underside with his tongue.

Terence lasted less than three minutes before clutching Toby's head to his crotch, groaning, and flooding Toby's mouth with semen. Toby wasn't wildly excited about THAT, either, but it was there, and he liked for women to swallow his, so... 'Something to drink would be nice, ' he thought; the stuff coated the tongue and mere saliva didn't seem to remove the taste. But it was done and over with -- he hoped.

It was. Terence staggered back and plopped himself on the bed for a moment, gasping; Toby's mouth had been great! And Toby had been cool about it, but Terence could tell it hadn't been the experience that would spark Toby's interest in gay sex, either. Well, if it had been it wouldn't have been punishment... "Awright, we're square. I dunno what I'm gonna do about Lon, but we're okay."

Toby heaved a sigh of relief -- but then Terence climbed up on the bed on his hands and knees. "Now for the other thing," he announced, looking at Toby over his shoulder. "Fuck me."