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Subject: {ASSM} ST: Adjusting Father (M/f, M/t, ttf/M, M/M, spank, strap, incest, NC, cast)
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ST: Adjusting Father (M/f, M/t, ttf/M, M/M, spank, strap, incest, NC,
cast)

The following story is fiction.  It contain scenes of domination,
spankings, incestuous rape, child abuse and castration.  If such
subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e.,
child) please leave now.

This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited
without permission.   Personal/private copies are permitted only if
complete including the copyright notice.

The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including
constructive criticism, and suggestions.  E-mail:
YLeeCoyote@Lycosmail.com


Adjusting Father
by
Y. Lee Coyote

Colin was not thinking of very much as he walked home from the school
bus stop.  He was on the early bus because the coach was sick.  If
anything was on his mind it was the fine spring day and that soon he
would be finished with high school.  As he approached the house and barn
he remembered that there would be extra chores to tend to since Mother
had gone to help his aunt a few days ago.

As he approached the house he heard noise from the barn.  'Strange.' he
thought since nothing should be happening there.  The barn was just a
relic of bygone days but he had loved playing in it as a kid as did his
siblings and all of their friends.  It had also served another purpose
since the animals had moved on to the butcher many years ago -- that of
the traditional woodshed.  Many a time he had gotten his butt strapped
and worse there by his father who constantly found cause and
justification in Job.

As he approached he heard the all too familiar sound of the strap
hitting a young rump and the accompanying scream.  'Very strange.' he
now though knowing that his younger brother, Edward, was still at
school.  As he stepped into the shadow behind the door he was transfixed
by what he saw.  It was his father with the strap and his target was the
now red hot bottom of his kid sister, Katelynn, who was lying over
spanking bench.  It was one of the very few home improvement projects
that his father every finished.  Kate's clothes were scattered as if
they had been ripped off and thrown about.  His father was half naked
with neither pants nor drawers.  He was erect.  "It's your duty to obey
me, girl.  It says so in the Commandments.  Your mother is away and you
must serve me."

A chill ran down Colin's back and his blood ran cold.  He had heard that
before.  The first time was six years ago when Mother was away.  Then he
was a weak and helpless boy then with not even a single hair by his
dick.  He had played hooky and gone fishing.  He never expected that his
teacher would call at dinner time.  He reluctantly but unresistingly, as
his father crushed his upper arm in his strong hand, went to the barn.
Yes, he knew that he had earned a spanking and knowingly had run the
risk.  He stripped at his father's command and bent over the spanking
bench his father had thoughtfully constructed.

Colin knew that he was going to get it -- hard.  He resolved to take it
like a man and not cry.  Two hard cuts of the heavy harness strap had
put him into agony.  The third made him howl like a banshee.  After that
he howled and cried just like he had when he was a little boy over his
father's lap being spanked.  He was totally out of control and laid
helplessly as his father yelled and scolded him.  Eventually, the strap
stopped hitting but the pain and howls and cries continued.

Colin hardly heard what his father was saying about how nice his hot red
ass was and how like a girl's and how horny he was and that Mother was
away a long time and that it was his duty to obey and serve.  What he
did remember -- like it happened only yesterday -- was his father's
rough hands running over his hot butt and pressing into his butt crack.
Then his hard, rough fingers brutally forcing their way into his hole.
First one and then another and another until he was open.  Then the
unexpected horror of his father's rock hard cock ramming it's way deep
into him as he screamed at the brutal invasion; at the violation; at the
rape; at the violent, sinful destruction of his innocence.

Colin remembers the pain as he lay there for hours until he could drag
himself to bed.  And then it all happening again the next day; and the
next until Mother returned and he was left in peace.  He was left alone
for several weeks.

Then on the full moon it happened again.  His father dragged him out to
the barn and spoke of breading him again because Mother was unclean.
Then, still again, the next night.  It hurt less but Colin could not
understand any of this.  What he understood was that each full moon
meant two or three trips to the barn; to be brutally ravished again and
again.

Just as suddenly at it started, it stopped after almost three years.  He
expected it to happen again but it didn't.  It was when he heard his
younger brother, Edward, crying in his bed that he knew why.  Edward was
only twelve while Colin was fifteen and becoming a man with a beard.  He
was relieved but the memories hunted him and he knew what Edward was
enduring and must be feeling.

Time passed as it always does.  Colin was becoming a man and more
knowledgeable in the ways of the world and sex.  Much was still unknown
to him but he was certain that what his father had done to him and was
doing to Edward was wrong.  Yes, going to the authorities would stop
that but it would also remove the breadwinner and drive the family into
poverty and shame.  Colin saw no solution nor even a place to seek help.

Transfixed, Colin stood still staring at the loathsome scene for
sometime.  He knew that he must act but how?  Now, no longer the weak
and helpless little boy but a powerful youth.  Without any plan he
rushed forward and drove his body at his father's.  Perhaps his strength
was not equal to that of his father, but he was young and fast and
driven.  His father; their father fell.  "FLEE! Kath flee!" he screamed
at his terrified little sister.  The lass ran from the barn and stopped
not know what to do.

Colin was not sure of what to do either.  His father was coming at him
in a blind rage; roaring vile obscenities and curses.  He picked up the
wicked strap; the strap his father had used on him and both of his
siblings and lashed out with it.  It caught his father in the face the
first time and then like a whip wrapped about his legs the second time.
Colin pulled hard and his screaming father fell again.  One does not
have the think about what one must be done with a wild beast.  Colin
pounced on his father and bound his arms behind him.  He grabbed another
strap and wrapped it tightly about his father's neck choking him as he
dragged him over the spanking bench.  The strap was long and strong.  He
tied it about his father's neck and to old hooks long ago installed to
hold other beasts.  To be sure that old man was now helpless he tied his
ankles to the spanking bench.  He tied his father with his legs spread
had he himself had been for severe beatings.

Things were fine for the moment but this was not a permanent solution.
To free his father would be disastrous; to call the authorities seemed
the only option.  Edward had now returned from school and found his
distressed sister.  Upon hearing that his brother was fighting with his
father he rushed into the barn to assist.  It came to him immediately
what should be done.

"Let's beat the wickedness out of him." he shouted.  "Like he beat the
wickedness out of us.  Leviticus 18:17 is most clear."

Colin smiled at his brother.  Whatever else was to be done, this would
come first.  He found another strap and began to use it.  Their father's
bellowing continued but as they continued to strap him the tone changed.
The three of them laid the strap on as hard as they could each in turn;
repeatedly.  The bellowing changed from threatening demands to those of
pain and then pleas for mercy.

Mercy was never present in that place over the years and this day was
not an exception.  The three youths returned the excess of their father
in kind three times over.  They talked about what to do.  Then Edward
asked it they remember that strange tool that they had played with over
the years that they found in the barn -- the one stamped "BURDIZZO".  Of
course they did but in all their years of playing, they never knew
exactly what that pliers-like thing was made for.

"I found out what it was for recently.  It is to castrate animals; to
make male calves into steers; to crush the wildness out of them."

Edward walked back with the Burdizzo and hefted his father's balls which
hung hot and heavy in their sack.  "See all one has to do is to find the
cord."  He was feeling for it and when he found it placed the tool in
position.  "And then squeeze; squeeze very hard."

"NO, have mercy.  Please don't...." yelled Father but it was too late.

Edward closed the tool and squeezed it closed.  Their father screamed in
pain.  Edward then used both his arms and squeezed it even tighter so
that the jaws were almost touching insuring total destruction of the
cords.  As Colin searched for the other cord, their father again begged
for mercy.  Colin just repeated the operation on the other side.  Their
father screamed again as he was unmanned.

"Soon they will die and waste away." said Edward with authority.  "He is
no longer a man."

Kath reached out and grabbed the dying balls.  "They are getting cold
already."

Colin rubbed the red-hot checks.  "These are so sexy.  Just like the
baboons at the zoo asking to be fucked."  He slipped his fingers between
the red globes and rubbed the hole they were no longer hiding.  He ran a
couple of fingers in remembering what he was taught some six years
before.  Father screamed again.  He opened his jeans and pushed them
down in front.  His already hard cock sprang free.  Its eye seemed to
look at the hole it wanted to enter and lead Colin forward.

With the vivid memory of six years earlier he rammed in as their father
screamed.  With great satisfaction he pumped in and out until he came
twice.  Edward had similar feelings and also filled Father's butt with
his own baby-maker.  They left him tied and went to the house.
Leviticus 18:22 no longer applied.

It was late that evening when Deacon Saffer brought Mother home.  The
two of them listened in horror at the entire story starting with the
earliest abuse more than six years ago and Colin concluding with:
"Deacon Saffer and Mother, I could not let him to that to dear innocent
little Katelynn.".

"You did the right thing." said the Deacon, "It was, unfortunately,
necessary.  The other deacons will agree."

They all  went to the barn.  Father was whimpering and his sack was cold
and swollen.  The Deacon hefted the swollen sack with the cold, dead
gonads and declared: "It not good to leave him this way.  They could
cause problems as they decay.  It best to remove them."  The Deacon was
a vet and fetched the necessary stuff from his vehicle.

"Let me free" Father was yelling."

"In a little while, Dohner."  You get blood poisoning if they not cut
off.  They are long dead.  This must be done." the deacon declared most
authoritatively

He washed the area with an antiseptic which provoked howls then it
covered the bruised skin and then put a band around the sack above where
the cords were crushed.  He sterilized a curved knife and without a word
lopped off the excess sack with the dead testes.  Father shrieked as the
sack was cut.  There was little blood because of the tight band.  Father
continued to shriek as the knife sliced through each of the ruined cords
and the other side of the sack.  The Deacon gave him a slap on the rump
like he did when gelding a horse.

They untied Father and lead him to bed.  He was too weak to resist.  As
Mother feed him some soup, the Deacon explained.  "You best keep your
mouth shut about all this Dohner.  First, you'll be laughed at for no
longer being a man; for being made a eunuch by your boys.  Then you'll
go to the penitentiary for rape and incest.  You can guess what the
tough, horny convict sinners there will do to a eunuch child abuser.
And your family will need charity.  Best that you just go back to work
on Monday."

It was after church on Sunday that three of the deacons stopped by.
They came to instruct Colin in his duties as the man of the house as his
father was no longer qualified.  It was a duty that they did when a man
died but this was not the first time under these less common
circumstances.  One of those special duties required that Colin must
also carefully watch his eunuch father.  He was directed to be very
strict as he was a long time sinner in need of much correction.  Edward
and Katelynn were instructed to obey their older brother and that they
must accept both his leadership and discipline.  

After six months, the whole community wondered about the new Mr. Dohner
who no longer was yelling and fighting with everyone.  Mrs. Dohner just
praised the Lord.  Colin enjoyed being at the head of the table.  All
slept better.

All, except Father, who was often heard crying at night.

The End

(C) Copyright A.I.L.  December 19, 2002

Y.

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