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Rape and Incest at the Farm

MmBb, anal, oral, nc, rape
Luke 24

Matty was a good kid; a bit of a rough diamond, a handsome lad, scruffy blond hair, not so great at school, but always happy to be larking about on the family farm.


He'd hit puberty the year before, just when his mother had died and since then had been become a lot more introverted and obsessed with his own body. At twelve, he was now wanking off continually, sometimes up to five times a day, whenever he got the chance. His otherwise smooth, boyish body was developing hair under his arms, and he was proud of the fair bit of golden pubes freshly sprouting out above his cock.

 

Matty was the youngest kid. Simon was fourteen and Ben was sixteen. The kids' relationship with each other was distant and cool, if not unpleasant. His father was a hard man who took no nonsense from any of them.

 

It was harvest time, and Ben, Simon, and Matty had to help out during whatever spare moment they had. All of them resented giving up what was free time for their non-farming friends, but there was no choice. Matty, in particular, hated the long days when there was no chance to jerk himself off and free up the pent-up spunk in his ever full balls. He had to content himself with a couple of wanks first thing, then a long day of harvesting fields before tossing himself off like crazy in the evening, often several times in a row. The sight of his brothers, with their tops off, showing off their fit, tanned bodies while working outside did not help his confused and raging teenage hormones.

 

It was the end of a long day, and the brothers headed back to the farmhouse. Their father had been drinking heavily since his wife had died, and was a blunt, angry man at the best of times. Tonight, he seemed particularly agitated and irritable. He'd snapped at Ben, who by his age resented the authority and felt he was his own man.

 

Matt was in the shower when he heard noises coming from one of the bedrooms. It sounded like someone being knocked about, and low groans. He had been about to jerk off, but the noises disturbed him. He wondered if there was going to be trouble tonight. A fight appeared to be brewing between Ben and their father.

 

He stepped out, toweled himself off, and slipped on some white trunk briefs. He caught a glimpse of his body in the mirror: his twelve-year-old body was developing nicely with all the outdoor work, and he was getting the slightest bit of definition in his chest. Nothing like Simon, with his obsession with sport, and his tight, lean, fourteen-year-old, athletic body, or like dark, handsome Ben, who was virtually a grown man. However, Matty was pleased with how he was coming along.

 

He walked along the hall. The noises were coming from Ben's bedroom. He paused. There was no doubt there was more than just Ben in the room. It sounded like someone was in pain, and he caught his father talking – low, indistinct words, he couldn't catch. Matt opened the door — an innocent thing to do, but something which changed his life.

 

Ben was standing naked by the bed with a thick, heavy, hardon jutting from his crotch. Simon, half-undressed was sitting on the bed, sucking his older brother’s cock. It was obvious Simon had been hit a few times, and tears were drying on his face. Their father’s trousers were down, a belt in his hand, gripping his own fat, swollen cock.

 

"Jesus!" cried Ben. "This is beyond fucked-up. Now, Matty's seen what you make us do, you twisted asshole."

 

His father jumped up and pulled a terrified and confused Matty into the room. He locked the door and raised his belt to Ben's face.

 

"Well, it's just as well, because I was planning on starting soon on him too, so now he can watch and learn."

 

He brought his belt down sharp across Simon's back and told him to keep sucking. Simon let out a cry and then passively went back to blowing his elder brother. His hands held Ben's buttocks, and he sucked on his older brother’s cock. The tears, once again, were spilling from his eyes.

 

"Oh, god, oh, god," Ben kept saying. "Why put him through this too?"

 

Ben gestured towards young Matty. Matty stood like a rabbit caught in the headlamps. On the one hand, he was totally bewildered as if he had just been transported to Mars. On the other hand, the site in front of him was beyond horny and touched something in his teenage loins. Here was his gorgeous older brother, having his meaty cock being sucked by his other brother. He'd never even seen Ben fully naked, and only knew images like this from the odd dirty magazine passed around at school. They'd involved girls sucking dick, though; not boys. And, in the corner, his deranged, father stood with his trousers down around his ankles wanking off. Did older guys still even do that?

 

"Drop your underwear, Matthew," said his father.

 

Matt looked at his father in terror. He already had a semi-stiffy from watching the scene and was confused and ashamed of the feelings going through him.

 

"Drop them!" his father barked.

 

Matty did as he was told and stepped out of his crisp, white underwear. He was now entirely naked, and vulnerable. His young, three-inch dick sprung out fully hard.

 

"Keep blowing him, you perverted faggot," his father instructed Simon.

 

Ben stood without moving as Simon continued to give him suck his cock. Meanwhile, their father ran his hands down Matty's trembling, freshly showered, prepubescent body. He applied a calloused hand to his son’s dick and began stroking it.

 

"Please, Daddy, please, don't," murmured Ben.

 

His father lashed the belt across Ben's face, drawing blood from his lip. Ben cried out in pain, while all the time Simon simply closed his eyes and continued to blow his older brother.

 

Their father continued to toss Matty from behind with one hand, and his other hand began to, tweak his youngest son’s soft, tender nipples. He instructed Simon to stop sucking Ben and to move over to Matty. He also made Simon remove the last of his clothes, so that all three brothers were now completely naked. Simon took his twelve-year-old brother's prick into his mouth and began to suck. Within minutes, Simon’s mouth was filled with the salty spunk that Matty just could not contain.

 

"Now, you, Ben, suck Simon off. Get a finger or two up his ass. When you're done, I want you to fuck him."

 

Ben turned Simon over onto his back, knelt down and put his brother’s cock in his mouth while their father stood over them watching with a lecherous grin on his face. Simon felt his brother's warm mouth engulfing his fourteen-year-old cock. A finger went up into his asshole – not the first time he had something put in there against his will – and Ben blew him. It did not take long for him to erupt and he spewed his load inside his older brother's mouth.

 

"No lube. Just fuck him – hard," their father ordered.

 

Ben's face was pure despair. He lined his eight- inch rod up against Simon's puckered hole and began his entry. He had had to bugger his own brother many times before, well before Mum had died, utterly unaware of her husband's warped and sadistic sexual tastes. Nonetheless, Simon winced in pain as the thick meat cleaved apart his warm, fleshy insides. Ben fucked him as gently as he could until the belt fell across his own buttocks and he was forced to fuck his fourteen-year-old brother harder.

 

Matty stood silently in the corner, watching the anal rape of Simon by their older brother, Ben. The muscles in Simon's athletic frame were taut and his face contorted in pain as the cock thrust into his guts. It was up to the hilt now. Ben's manly, young body invading his younger brother’s boy-cunt as his hairy balls slapped against the younger boy’s buttocks.

 

Matty had a vague idea from school that condoms should be used for this type of thing, but his father obviously did not allow this.

 

Simon's sobs increased as the pain built in his ass. His sphincter was stretched and bloodied, his own cock rigid, his hatred for his father limitless. Still, Ben pounded him, occasionally saying "sorry" but never stopping.

 

"Okay," their father said. "Now, we're going to break in the boy."

 

Ben, Simon and Matty's faces looked at their father in horror and disbelief. Matty realized that what had just been done to Simon was about to befall him. An involuntary emission of piss ran down his leg.

 

"No, Daddy, please, don't, nooo," Matty whimper.

 

His father threw Matty’s limp, pathetic body onto the bed. Matty tried to curl into a ball, but his father rolled him face down with his pert, smooth, virgin buttocks facing up.

 

Simon was instructed to go first. Simon's cock was a long, slender six inches. He spat on it and lined it up against Matty's incredibly tight asshole. Simon had never fucked anyone – he had only been his father’s and Ben's unwilling cum receptacle. He didn’t know he should be going in as slowly as possible, despite having experienced the pain of anal rape himself.

 

Matty's scream pierced the room as Simon's raw cock entered him in one painful stab. Their father stood over them with an utter look of glee on his face while he continued to masturbate. Simon pushed in and out, ripping at Matty's insides. Matty literally bit the pillow, such was the unbearable pain of the narrow, knife-like dick inside him.

 

"You fuck him, Ben" their father instructed. "Simon, I mean. Sandwich fuck him."

 

Ben, who was also crying a little now, moved behind Simon and re-entered his younger brother’s boy-cunt. Simon was now between his brothers, his cock inside Matty's twelve-year-old buttocks and with Ben's thick dick again painfully prying him open. It did not take long for Simon's second stream of semen to discharge, this time into Matty's bowels.

 

The look of the orgasm on Simon's face alerted their father to the fact Simon had just seeded the boy. He ordered Ben to pull out of Simon, and for Simon to pull out of Matty. Now, he told Ben to fuck Matty, using Simon's spunk as lube to aid his entry.

 

Matty's ass was by now incapable of holding anything inside itself. Fortunately, he had shit before his shower, so it was clean, but Simon's fourteen-year-old, creamy, teenage load oozed back out of Matty's hole before Ben had time to line himself up. It dribbled out of his sphincter and down over his young hairless balls. Ben applied some of Simon's cum to his cock.

 

"I'm sorry, Matty, I wanted to save you from this," he whispered gently in his baby brother’s ear.

 

Ben had not yet cum once this evening, despite the long battering he had given Simon. Ben pushed his incredibly hard, thick, eight-inch cock into his baby brother’s boy-cunt. The bulbous, swollen head breached his brother. Matty was almost delirious with pain. The eight inches of Ben's thick meat felt like a baseball bat being inserted in him. Simon's spunk helped, but Matty was unaware of this. Matty felt his oldest brother's hard, strong body enveloping him as he thrust his cock into his violated asshole. He was vaguely aware that a shot of cum spurted out of his own young prick during the rape, but more than anything, the gut-wrenching pain of his brother's cock inside him consumed his feelings.

 

"Oh, fuck, here I cum, here I cum!" his brother shouted.

 

Matty saw his father's leering face from the corner of his eye and knew that Ben must be emptying his balls inside him now. He felt Ben shudder and collapse. In a moment's lucidity, Matty realized that, although Ben was in most respects an unwilling participant in this, the force of his fucking and his orgasm indicated fucking his baby brother’s once virgin boy-cunt was not one-hundred percent unpleasant for him.

 

Ben pulled out, and Matty felt himself being flipped over. The final degradation was still to come. His father now entered his torn, spunk filled boy-cunt. His father’s cock was smaller than Ben's, and the fuck was shorter and less painful. Ben stood by silently as he watched their father raping his baby brother, just as he had done to Ben at the still more tender age of ten. Their father came abruptly and pulled out of Matty's hole just before Matty shot another involuntary load over himself – his third for the evening. His stomach was splattered with spunk, his insides were leaking it, and he again pissed himself from the sheer frightening strain of the experience. A little blood trickled down his inner thigh and stained the sheets. His face was tear-streaked, but no more tears flowed.

 

"Good boys," their father said. "I'll see if I can't get a mate or two round next week, so we can all teach you fuckholes how to become proper cumdumps."

 

Their father left the room. Ben took Matty and Simon in his arms and promised them this would stop. Whatever happened, it would be okay. The three boys fell asleep naked, curled around each other.