A Father's Replacement Chapter 5

A Father's Replacement Chapter 5
By Lee Davey
Comments welcome at leedavey1000@gmail.com

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 5

Jon followed the limping Jamie into a Spartan like bedroom, empty save for two single beds and two chests of drawers. The floor was covered by a plain carpet, brown stains of questionable origin were apparent when Jamie turned the bedrooms single bare bulb on, its dim light supplementing the equally dim light that made it through a small locked window.

Jon made to close the door only then realising that it was of a stable door style. The top half having been removed completely meaning that the two teenage boys would never be able to enjoy any privacy.

Jamie limped to the bed, and carefully, laid down face first on the duvet. Seeing nowhere else to sit Jon sat on the other bed and looked in morbid curiosity at the bloodied and bruised buttocks of the 13 year old who lay opposite. Jon made a few desultory attempts to engage Jamie in conversation but Jamie turned his head away from the boy and studiously ignored him.

Sighing Jon slid back and stared at the wall trying to digest the events of today and tried to ignore the various minor bumps and bruises he already bore.

"That's my bed thank you."

Jon sat up and made to stand at Bradley's voice but sat back as Bradley waved him back down with a wan smile.

"How are you feeling Spudley?" Bradley asked looking over at his younger brother.

"How do you think I feel you arsehole" Jamie muttered back. "Careful do you want me to kick your butt?" Bradley warned a smile on his face belying his threat.

With a graceless slump Bradley sat down next to Jon, momentarily pausing to adjust his chastity tube, which had ridden up painfully.

For a few minutes there was silence in the room finally broken by Bradley.

"What happened then?" he asked Jon "Why is my mom planning on kicking your butt big time?"

Jon did not reply. Not because he was ashamed of what had happened between him and his own mother. Despite Donna's claims Jon had soon realised that he had been the one abused not his mom. He did not reply because he could not think if a reply that would not either paint him or his mom in a bad light, and despite the events of last night he could not bring himself to do that.

"Lights out 5 minutes".
Donna's shout up the stairs broke the silence between Jon and Bradley as they looked at each other on the bed.

"O.K. don't tell me then. But trust me we'll all know what happened soon enough. Now you will have to share my bed tonight. You should have been sharing Jamie's bed, but I think after what he has gone through he needs some space."

Jon looked at Bradley who had slipped under the duvet and looked at the small radio alarm clock which had just changed to 7.00 p.m.

"But it's only 7. It's too early to go to bed surely" Jon argued.

"Are you a retard kid??" Bradley replied "You've seen what my mom does to anyone who crosses her!" he gestured with a flick of his head towards the shape of his younger brother who had also covered himself with a duvet.

"Look I have nothing against you Jon. So let me tell you how it works in this house. What mom says goes. She's..." Bradley paused carefully considering his words, "always been unstable. Ever since I can remember she's been tough. Around here bedtime is when Mom says so, sometimes it can be as early as 4 in the afternoon if she is in a bad mood or has some of her 'friends' over; sometimes she forgets about us completely. But whatever she says there is no arguing, period."

Bradley turned his face now inches from Jon. With a start Jon felt a metallic coldness brush his thigh before realising it was Bradley's chastity belt.

"Listen Jon I was 5 years' old and mom caught me stealing a cookie from the jar. I had asked for one and she said no it would ruin my dinner. Even so I thought better and tried to sneak one, unfortunately I got caught. Now I expected a spanking, fair enough. Every kid around here would have got a few slaps right?"

Jon nodded as he joined Bradley under the duvet. Only flinching slightly as his bare skin touched the older boy's skin.

"Sure Brad. My mom would have probably spanked me."

"Spanked, yeah." Bradley paused a moment as his mother's silhouette passed the open upper portion of the door checking that the three boys had obeyed her earlier command. He waited a few more minutes until certain she had gone for good before continuing. "But my mother doesn't deal in spankings. She beat me with a yard stick, and I mean beat. She just kept hitting and hitting, I bled from a dozen welts, thick bruises that took weeks to heal, shit Jon I was hurt so bad I couldn't even get out of bed for a week afterwards. She flipped kid. She was screaming at me calling me a thief, a piece of scum, and worse.

If my Dad hadn't been home and heard the noise, then I don't think I would still be here. You know what I mean don't you?"

Jon did, but he just could not believe it. Before today Donna had always seemed nice to him. She was always smiling and asking how he was when she had visited Jon's mother. Maybe she had a bit of a reputation as a strict mother, but she was a regular at church, helped out at school, she was just a regular mother Jon had thought.

"Tell him about when she caught you playing with yourself Brad." Jamie's whisper just carried across the room.

"Yeah Right. Kid you know about wanking don't you?" Bradley asked Jon who blushed at the frank question.

"Err well yes a bit, but I don't really do it you know" Jamie stammered trying to ignore the fact that his small penis was now touching the skin of the 16 year old boy who lay next to him.

"Don't worry kid" Bradley reassured the boy with a grin "You are still young and everyone is different. Still when I was just a little bit older than you I started doing it regular like.

I had only been doing it for a few months, and only been actually cumming for a few weeks, you know actually spurting anything."

Jon shifted his thighs back a bit, aware that despite his wishes he felt his own little willy stiffening at this 'naughty' talk. Living with two girls he never really had much opportunity to talk about such matters with other boys. Except for a few chats with other classmates that is, and then even someone as inexperienced as Jon knew the other kids were making it up more often than not.

"Everyone was out for the day or so I thought." Brad continued discretely moving his legs back so as to bring his skin back against the hardening willy of Jon.

"There I was up here in bed one hand pumping away furiously eyes closed thinking about a girl I knew from school, and then... Mom burst in surprising me just as I was about to complete the deed so to speak."

Jon looked at Bradley in horrified pity, understanding from his own feelings yesterday how mortifying it must have been, to have been caught by his mother in such a situation.

"I thought she was going to kill me. She screamed in horror as she watched my hand move up and down and then my cum spewed out and splattered against my belly. There I was trying to cover my deflating stiffy, and wipe myself clean, and pray that the earth would somehow open up and save me from my mom's wrath. It didn't, I just lay there until my mom grabbed me and dragged me out of the bedroom. She dragged me to the stairs and then slapped me so hard my head rattled, and it knocked me back. That didn't stop mom she just back handed me again splitting my lip and threw me back causing me to fall down the stairs. After that everything was a little hazy, until 'IT' happened." Bradley said flatly suddenly stopping.

"I can tell you what happened" Jamie continued looking over from his bed "I was downstairs at the time, Mom had only come back home to pick up some cheques she had meant to pay in to the bank. There I was a 6 year old boy and the first I knew anything was wrong was when I heard my mom scream, and then a few seconds later Brad came falling down the stairs, his head bouncing off the stairs as he rolled down until he came to a stop in a heap at the bottom of the stairs.

Then Mom came running down the stairs. Without a pause she kicked Brad so hard in his ribs I thought she was going for a field goal. She grabbed him and threw him on the kitchen table. Not the one downstairs, that's a new one" he advised before pausing to try to regain his train of thought.

"There I was 1 6 year old boy his older brother lying naked on the kitchen table, his mother running around the room screaming madly about 'self-abuse'. I don't mind admitting I wet myself in terror."

For a moment the room was silent. Jamie and Bradley stared at the ceiling lost in some half remembered nightmare. Jon lying next to them convinced that he had somehow descended to Hell, when Donna took him from his family and pulled him into her web of deranged evil.

"Then mom went to the drawer and pulled out a carving knife. You know one like you would use to carve a turkey. She grabbed Brad's penis as he lay on the table and made to cut it off screaming that she would not suffer a pervert as a son."

"Then what?" Jon pushed caught up in the story.

"Violet arrived just in time to prevent my brother from becoming my sister" Jamie replied.

"Violet?"

"Our old housekeeper, not our current one whose a bitch. Violet was an old lady who made some money, cooking, cleaning, and helped Mom out around the house and such. She left after Bradley's troubles. Wish I could have" he answered.

"You missed a bit off of what happened. Hahhh. Funny joke that, 'missed a bit off – I should have been a comedian" Bradley interjected.

Jon looked at Bradley and could see anger in his eyes. Seeing Jon look at him Bradley hid the anger and continued the tale.

"You see Violet came running in from the garden and managed to push moms hand aside just as she was bringing down the knife to cut my penis off. Good news is was she saved me from a fate worse than death; bad news was she didn't make it in time to save all of me."

"What do you mean?" Jon asked, he guessed that Bradley had not had his thing cut off; after all why else would he be wearing a chastity belt.

"The knife Jon, the knife still nicked me and cut the tip of my foreskin off. That was when I regained my senses. All I could feel was a burning terrible pain. Then I looked down and all I could see was a red bleeding ring where the tip of my foreskin used to be. There was blood oozing from the wound, but the strangest thing was all I could look at was the cut off tip of my foreskin lying there on the kitchen table. All I could think of was how it looked so like a little onion ring.

Truth was I owe Violet for saving me twice that day. You see Mom collapsed to the floor crying hysterically; and Jamie was just standing there crying in a spreading pool of his own wee.

But lucky for me" Jon noted a tone in these words from Bradley, "Violet was a nurse back in the 1980's. She poured some rubbing alcohol on the bleeding tip of my penis, and using a needle and some thread from her sewing kit stitched up the wound, and then..." Bradley stopped a catch in his throat and tears now in his eyes.

"She heated up the needle and cauterised around the tip of Bradley's penis." Jamie added.

"It was terrible Brad was lying on his back on the table. I can remember that Violet was sitting on Brad's chest to restrain him from squirming due to the pain, as the needle sewed up his penis. Remember no pain relief, no anaesthetic, no nothing. Then using a cigarette lighter she heated up the tip of the needle and used it to cauterise the wound. What I remember most is not the screaming of Brad, but the smell, like bacon as the needle sizzled into Brad's sliced foreskin."

"My God she tortured you" Jon said aghast unable to conceive of the pain involved in having his foreskin cut off, alcohol, stitches, and a red hot needle applied. All while held down on a wooden table in your own home.

"No she saved my life" Brad replied wiping his eyes dry, "She saved me from Mom. She was a trained nurse If she hadn't had done what she did, I could have bled to death, or got an infection. At the very least if I had turned up to hospital with that injury, I would have been taken away from home." He finished.

"And would that have been so bad?" Jon countered.

Brad considered his answer for a moment sharing a look with his brother who was holding his still oozing bottom in his hands.

"I love Mom and Dad" he answered simply "Dad's great when he is here and Mom can be caring and loving. She just overreacts sometimes. As long as we behave we OK... usually."

"I wouldn't call beating you up and cutting your dick off loving" Jon shot back, his hand having gone to cup his own groin protectively as the story unfolded.

"Just remember, Jon" Brad answered, "at least Mom loves us, with you all bets are off".

Jon shuddered realising that whatever he thought could possibly happen to him tomorrow was likely to bring worse.