The Fag and the Uncle

Mark Shuntice was a dad. Not a particularly proud dad, but a dad nonetheless. He was also a brother. He hated being a brother, specifically he hated being Dominic's brother. Dominic was a strange man, different from Mark in every way. Mark never swore, and always dressed modest; Dominic had a sailors mouth and didn't own shoes. Mark still remembers the sight of his brother's bare feet propped up on his desk in psych 101, back when they attended the worst college in the state together, Moody Tunwik's Art and Everything University. What a silly name that was. Mark grit his teeth at the thought, like the school was the worst joke he'd ever heard, so bad it was angering.

Dominic's smooth, dirty soles haunted him, the long toes curling and cracking like knuckles, Dominics face as if he was being perfectly normal while exposing his feet for the whole class to see; or at least just the teacher, who always seemed to be staring. Mark suspected Mr. Grunich was a fruit, he could have sworn he saw his pants get tighter whenever he looked Dominics bare soles every morning Monday and wednesday. Mark wasn't sure why he was thinking about this on his drive home from work. Mark was a landscaper and usually thought about how badly he needed a bath when he was travelling home from a particularly grueling day of hedge trimming, lawn mowing, flower planting, and leaf blowing; but today, for no reason at all, he was thinking of his brothers bare soles presented to Mr. Grunich, Mr. Grunich's erection at the sight, and the way he would pretend the rest of the class couldn't see the slight tent in his pants. Mark punched his thigh with immense force. Punishing himself for having a man in his thoughts, a man with an erection. He slapped himself then, the wedding ring on his finger cut his cheek slightly and he smiled at the feeling of the cool blood slowly trickling.

He pulled into the driveway of his tiny apartment complex. Short and wide, like Mark used to be when he was a kid. It was only two stories tall and housed eleven apartments, each only being 2 bedrooms with no bathroom. There was a communal bathroom on the first floor with three rows of toilet stalls, none of which had doors. The showers were a different story, a separate room on the second floor that was covered floor to ceiling in tile with no separation from one shower head to the other. It was a small locker room shower where you were expected to be naked in front of strangers to clean yourself. The men and the women, children and adults, all naked, rubbing themselves with soap, trying not to look like they were staring at eachothers penis's, or saggy middle aged boobs. Mark got even angrier at this. It was sinful, disgusting, an abomination. Naked, surrounded by others. Mark spit violently on the pavement as he stepped out of his truck. Why was he thinking about all this depravity today? He wondered. Then, thankfully the sight of himself in a warm bath entered his mind and he smiled. There was one place where Mark could escape the sufferings of his daily life, get away from the noise of his own head: The small shoe closet sized room opposite the bathroom on the first floor. It was big enough only for a single bathtub, not just any ordinary bathtub however. A 5 foot deep bathtub, barely wide enough for a grown man but plenty deep. It had jets built in like a hot tub. One drop of liquid soap and those jets would create a sea of foam. Those bubbles hid Mark's seven inch, stout penis from him when he was in it. Good, he had never seen his own penis before and he didn't want to. He had never even been hard. His wife had to sit on him while he was asleep, and ride him quietly so he didn't wake up in order to get impregnated with their son Dane. Mark was still annoyed by this. He was a man, he shouldnt get raped. He should do the raping if anything! He thought on days when he would see his wife in a good mood (which was quite often).  

205 was his apartment. Mark stood at the door, imagining the warm concealing bath he would soon be taking until a strange noise snapped him awake. Mark froze. What could that be? He thought. The noise was consistent, a dry slapping sound, with a hint of wet slickness. It sounded like a whole chicken being dropped on a hardwood floor over and over again. The sound was coming from the other side of his apartment door, tentatively, Mark opened it. His eyes shot open, his fist clenched, all the muscles in his body tightened. He was quiet when he entered. They had not noticed him standing there, but Mark was seeing everything. Dominic was in Mark's living room, naked, moving his hips back and forth at a steady but quick pace, in front of him, Mark's son, naked as well, on his hands and knees, his butt receiving what Dominic was doing to it. They were unaware of Mark as he moved closer, getting a better angle of the disgusting scene before him.

He watched his brother's four inch veiny dick going in and out of his son's anus, his son's tight, red, anus. Dominic pulled almost all the way out with each thrust, only the very tip of his cockhead still remained inside his nephew's little butthole before he slammed the whole length back in. Mark appeared calm on the outside but a red hot fury was building up in him, it started in his toes, long like his brothers that he could see now, pressed into the couch, the rest of his dirty foot elevated, he was balanced on his toes. The fury traveled up to his thighs. He saw his son; fourteen years old and getting butt fucked by his own uncle. He focused on Danes penis. It hung there, erect, bouncing up and down, almost slapping his stomach with each thrust of dominics hips. It reminded Mark of a horse, the way it hung there while his son was on all fours. But unlike a horse it was small, couldn't have been more than two inches, maybe even one.

No wonder Dane had to get fucked by a man, Mark thought, what girl would want that? It was pathetic. He then looked to the faces of the evil, Domonic's eyes were closed, biting his lip in what appeared to be pure pleasure, bliss even. Dane's face was static, almost no emotion in it at all, it was cold and unfeeling, except for his eyes which were rolled to the back of his head. The fury now reached his chest. He stared at his brother's penis as it slipped in and out of his son's tight butthole. Then white leaked slowly out of the tip of his son's tiny penis tip and dripped onto the couch cushions, soon after Dominic groaned loudly and slammed all the way into his nephew, freezing and twitching; the same white thick liquid swelled around his shaft and pushed out. The fury reached his brain now, and his body was finally allowed to move. He swung his great big fist directly into the side of Dominics head. Dominic went to the ground with a thud, unconscious.

"Dad!" Dane screamed and jumped off the couch onto his bare feet. Cum still dripping from his tip he looked terrified.  

"What the fuck do you think youre doing!?" Mark screamed.

"I-"

"Shut your faggot mouth!" Mark struck his son. Dane fell onto the floor next to his unconscious naked uncle. "So you're a little sissy fag huh?" Mark asked.

"N- n- no." Dane squeaked out.

"Speak up!"

"No!"

"Then what the fuck were you doing boy!"

Dane only stood there. Silent.

"Here." Mark loosened his belt and in one motion pulled his cock from inside his jeans and hung it in front of him. "Does this get you hard boy!" He yelled at Dane.

"No."

"Come here!" 

Dane stepped towards his father slowly then he was forced onto his knees.

"Suck it queer." Mark said hatefully. "Suck my cock since youre a little faggot that likes men. Go ahead," he shoved Danes mouth onto his soft penis and stuffed it down his throat, "be a faggot! Suck me off like a faggot!"

Dane welled with tears, they fell onto the base of Mark's thick penis. Mark felt his son's tongue moving around on his shaft and at the touch, his head finally cleared and he realized what he was doing. His own cock was at this moment, in the throat of his fourteen year old son, who was on his knees naked. Mark yanked his dick from Danes mouth and pulled his pants back up over it. "Dane," he said calmly. "Are you a fag?"

"No." Dane said.

"Be honest with me boy." Mark gritted his teeth.

"I'm not a fag."

"Then explain."

"I don't have a choice." Dane started.

Mark's brow furrowed and his hand went in the air, hoping to strike Dane once more. Dane flinched and quickly continued. "Uncle dom has been... using me for a long time. I don't want him too; I hate it! It hurts."

"How long?" Mark asked calmly.

"I think I was six the first time."

Mark turned his gaze at his brother's naked unconscious body still knocked out on the floor. His penis covered in his own cum, the cum that he forcibly pumped into his son's anus. Mark walked over Dominic and kicked him. Kicked him again, again, and again, erupting into a fit of kicks and stomps. He screamed at the top of his lungs and soon, Dominics body was red, from irritation and lots and lots of blood. It poured out of his nose and ears, cuts from the metal bits of Mark's boots added more blood until Dominic was just a pile of blood and bruises on the living room floor. Mark snapped his attention at his son.

"You know lily across the hall?" he said loudly at Dane.

"Yeah."

"Get her. Im going to watch you fuck her. Get the stench of faggotry off you."

"Dad she's like thirty-"

"I don't care!" Mark bellowed and Dane ran, grabbed his clothes and without putting them on, raced out the door. His bare feet leaving soft thuds on the hardwood.

To be continued...