Slob Control - One Big Happy Family

As Bill was scrying his way through the neighborhoods around him that week, he would occasionally happen across a pervert or two who really spoke to him. Perverts who had the sorts of desires he could understand, things that normal society would never allow. But normal society wasn’t going to exist soon enough, and Bill figured it was high time the perverts of the world finally got what they wanted. One fellow in particular that he happened to like, was Ray, who lived in an apartment a few blocks over.

Ray wasn’t a particularly impressive fellow. Probably the most impressive thing about him was his bright red hair and freckled complexion. Even as he was getting on in years and beginning to bald and chub up a bit, his color hadn’t faded at all. Bill gave a knock on the door, one evening, and Ray opened it up, not exactly expecting company.

“Howdy, Ray,” Bill said, “I have an opportunity I’d love to discuss with you, if you have a minute. Hell, who am I kidding, you have a minute. You were just about to sit down for your daily porn viewing, weren’t you?”

Bill pushed his way inside while Ray babbled a bit. “Man, I don’t know you, get...get out of my apartment,” he finally managed to say.

“But Ray, before you go, what if I told you all those dirty, twisted fantasies of yours, all of them could be true.” Bill came close, and put an arm around his shoulders. “I did my research, Ray. I know all about that little fantasy of yours. The one you’re always thinking about, when you watch those videos every night...”

Ray was going to shove him away, when he saw something on the couch in front of him, something beautiful. An image projected into his mind, from Bill, just enough to whet his appetite, and leave him standing there with an aching hardon, before it disappeared. “How...how did you do that?”

“Little bit of magic is all. Come here Ray, sit down. Like I said, I have an opportunity I’d like to offer you.”

Ray let Bill pull him over to his couch, and sit him down. He was still thinking about the handsome thing he’d seen there a moment before, what it had said to him. Bill knew that he was sold, of course. Ray was wrapped around his little finger already. That’s alright, Ray deserved to be happy, and in Bill’s world, men like Bill could have everything their heart desired.

***

“So, how ya been bro? Been ages since we saw each other. What have you been up to?”

Harry shifted awkwardly in his seat in the living room, looking at Ray. Ray, allegedly, was his brother. He knew this was true, but there were also a few outstanding facts that were making this difficult to believe. First, Harry was sure that he didn’t have any brothers. He’d grown up with two sisters, one younger, and one older--no brother at all. Second, Ray was a rather distinctive looking fellow, with his pale complexion, red hair, freckles, and his substantial build of muscle. He didn’t look anything like Harry’s more Mediterranean complexion, and Ray didn’t look anything like their parents either. But Ray was his brother. He knew it. He’d shown up on his doorstep a few minutes ago, announced it as fact, and it was true. Now they were sitting here, late in the evening, Harry not sure what to do, when his son, Max, came down the stairs.

“Hey! Max! How’s my favorite nephew? Come here and sit with your uncle bud, man, look how big you’ve grown.”

Max was startled by the loud, red headed fellow sitting on the couch, beaming at him. “Dad--who--”

“It’s your Uncle Ray, Max. You...know that.”

“Yeah, I guess...but...”

“Hush, you two are acting real weird tonight. I know you’re glad to see me. Come on Max, come sit with me, I am your favorite uncle after all.”

“Y-Yeah,” Max said, came around, and sat down on the couch, only for Ray to grab hold of him and pull him close--very close. Close enough that Max looked a little uncomfortable, and Harry felt very uncomfortable.

“Hey Ray, maybe--”

“Go get me a beer, bro. I’m thirsty as hell after that trek over here.”

“Uh...sure...” Harry got up from the chair, saw Ray whisper something in Max’s ear as he left, and his son visibly relaxed in his uncle’s arms there on the couch, lying his head back on Ray’s firm muscle gut. This wasn’t right, Harry thought to himself as he grabbed a beer from the fridge. This wasn’t right at all, but he couldn’t quite figure out where things were wrong. It all made sense. Everything Ray had said was true, even if it didn’t quite feel like it. He brought the beer back and handed it to Ray, who was stroking Max’s chest. Max was on break from college at the moment, and over the last couple of years, had really come into his own as a man, even managing to grow a thin beard. “Everything ok, Max?”

“Of course dad, I love hanging out with Uncle Ray, you know that. He’s my favorite uncle.”

“Yeah, I know...it’s just...you could have told us you were coming, Ray.”

“What can I say, I like surprises.”

“How long are you...gonna stay?”

“As long as I want bro. You love having me here, after all. You want me to stay as long as possible.”

“Of course! I’d never turn you away, I just wanted to know what your plans are.”

“Just wanted to spend some quality time with my bro and my nephew is all. Nothing wrong with that, right?” Ray said, and gave a yawn and a stretch. “Man, it’s late. Think I might turn in for the night--that ok with you two?”

“Yeah--you can have the guest room, sure.”

“Well, since I’m Ray’s favorite uncle after all, I thought I’d sleep with Ray tonight. You’d like that, wouldn’t you Ray?”

“Yeah Uncle Ray, I’d love to sleep with you.”

“That’s...I don’t know if that’s necessary, we have the guest room after all--”

“His bed’s probably too small though, isn’t it?” Ray said.

“Yeah--you...you wouldn’t be sleeping in the same bed anyway, right?”

Ray just laughed. “How about this? You sleep in the guest room, and we’ll sleep in the Master bedroom. That makes the most sense. What do you say, nephew? I know you can’t wait to get into bed with your favorite uncle.”

“Y-Yeah, I think so,” Max said.

“Give me a kiss, boy,” Ray said, wrapped one hand around the back of his nephew’s head, and pulled him into a deep kiss. Harry just sat there, growing increasingly unnerved, and then horrified, at the intense display, until Ray finally broke the kiss. He let Max up from the couch, and gave him a slap on the ass, “Head on up--let me have a quick chat with your dad here.”

Max got up from the couch and went upstairs into the master bedroom, leaving Ray and Harry alone in the living room. Ray said something to him, something he couldn’t quite hold onto for some reason, like he forgot the words as soon as he heard them, even though he knew them to be true, deep in his soul.

“Have a good night, bro. You go get some sleep. We’ll talk more tomorrow,” Ray said, and headed for the stairs. Harry just sat there, mind muddled, and heard the door to the master bedroom shut, followed by some laughter, and a moan. He didn’t need to mind that though, he was too tired to care. He pushed himself up from the chair, feeling so sleepy, and went into the guest room. He could hear his brother and his son having fun together on the other side of the wall, but that was just fine. He climbed into bed, and fell asleep instantly.

***

Harry woke up later than he usually would, even on a Sunday like today. He wasn’t quite sure where he was at first, in the uncomfortable double bed, but remembered he was in the guest room, of course. He got up, took care of business in the bathroom, and then headed downstairs into the kitchen, where he found Ray was already up, sipping a cup of coffee at the kitchen table. “Morning bro,” Ray said, “How’d you sleep? Hope the bed wasn’t too uncomfortable in there.”

“Morning...Ray. It was fine I guess. You...you and Max comfortable enough?”

“Oh, we’re always comfortable, you know that.”

“Yeah...yeah, I do,” Harry said, and poured himself a cup of coffee. He’d hoped that a new day would bring some clarity to the oddity of his brother’s arrival the night before, but if anything, it just seemed to make things worse. “Where’s...uh, Max at?”

“He’s still sleeping. Wore the kid out last night. I’m sure he’ll be down soon. That’s fine, there’s some stuff I wanted to talk with you about anyway. You know, some house ground rules, that sort of thing.”

“What?”

“It’s no big deal. Just some little stuff, you know.”

“Ray, you’re the one visiting. You don’t really get to set ground rules.”

Ray chuckled at that, but nodded. As he was about to speak again, they both heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs, and a moment later, Max appeared in the doorway. Or at least, it should have been Max. The young man had a passing resemblance to the son he remembered, but he was stocky, with pale skin dotted with freckles, a head of red hair, thick red beard--and he was naked. “There you are, Daddy. I was hoping you’d wake me up,” Max said, walked over to Ray, climbed in his lap and started kissing him deeply, right in front of Harry, whose jaw dropped.

“Max! What do you think you’re doing?” Harry said.

Max looked over at him, a little confused at first, and then looked like he remembered something locked away in his head. “Oh, hey Uncle Harry. Sorry, forgot you were here. I was just kissing my dad good morning, you know.”

“Nothing wrong with a son showing his father affection, Harry. It’s healthy. You know that.”

“Yeah, but...” Ray and Max weren’t even paying attention. They both went back to kissing, and Harry just watched them, their making out growing more and more intense, and he realized, at some point, that he was hard. Very hard. He had a thought, a sneaky thought slide into his head, about jacking off while he watched them, but before it could become more than an inkling, Max pulled away and climbed off his dad’s lap--displaying his own sizable erection without an ounce of shame.

“Max, why don’t you head out this morning, and round up a couple of your friends in the neighborhood? Bring them over to the house this afternoon. Oh, but before that, you should go over and see Bill. You know Bill, a few streets over, nice guy. Think you can do that?”

“I...was kinda hoping we could just hang out today, Dad.”

“It’ll be more fun with some friends, trust me. Be a good boy, would you? Bill’s first, I’ll let him know you’re coming, and then find some friends.”

Max sighed. “Ok dad, I’ll see what I can do.”

“Good boy,” Ray said. “Harry, why don’t you sit down on the couch in the living room? I still want to have our chat. I just need to help Max out real quick, alright?”

It was not very quick. Max and Ray were upstairs for about an hour, thumping and moaning and yelping. All Harry could do was sit on the couch, and listen. He tried not to think about what Ray and his son might be doing up there. He tried, instead, to think about things he knew couldn’t be true. That Ray wasn’t really his brother. That Max wasn’t Ray’s son, that he was Harry’s son, though that seemed extremely unlikely, given how similar they looked. That something about this was all very, very wrong, that he needed to get help, but he had no idea who would even believe him. Eventually, Max came downstairs again, dressed in shorts and a tank top, sweaty and a bit disheveled, threw on some shoes and left to go find his friends. Ray came down not long after, now naked, and came around to where Harry was sitting on the couch. “Sorry that took so long bro, my son gets riled up so easily.”

Harry tried to say it. Tried to say what he’d been thinking, but couldn’t. It would sound idiotic. Ray would laugh in his face, if he tried to say that Max wasn’t his son, then he’d probably throw him out of the house. “It’s...alright.”

“Something’s the matter. It’s all over your face. Come on bro, you can be honest with me. What’s on your mind?”

Harry was quiet for a moment, and then everything came pouring out. About how they couldn’t be brothers, they didn’t look anything like each other. How Harry was certain, somehow, that Max was his son. That what Ray was doing with Max was...well, he didn’t know what they were doing exactly, but he had his suspicions, and it was wrong. Ray stood there and listened, letting Harry exhaust himself.

“Come on bro, let’s go look at something together,” Ray said, and led the way into the downstairs bathroom, where he parked Harry in front of the mirror, and stood beside him. “Come on now, how can you say that we don’t look like brothers?”

To Harry, that seemed self-evident. There was Ray, ginger as can be, beside him, with his olive complexion and dark hair. “I mean, there’s...the hair, for one thing...”

But as Harry spoke, something happened. He watched his reflection seem to shimmer, and his black hair lightened, becoming the same bright red as his brother beside him. “Looks the same to me,” Ray said, running a hand through it, “Though you’re a little lazier with it, grow it out longer. The beard too.” Harry watched as his usually short hair grew out, picking up a bit of a wave as it hit his shoulders. His beard as well pushed out, just as red as the rest of his hair, and grazed his chest.

“But, my...my skin...”

Even as he spoke, he could see it beginning to lighten, turning much more pale, some freckles appearing across his face. “Looks the same to me,” Ray said. “I mean, there are some differences for sure. You could say I got all the...good genes in the family, right? You, on the other hand, well...you were always the runt.”

Harry watched himself shrink in the mirror, going from about the same height as Ray was to much, much shorter. “Wait...that’s--”

Ray continued, without giving Harry a chance to speak. “You started balding early, which just makes that skullet of yours look even worse. Then there’s that ugly face of yours--big nose, your crooked teeth, that heavy brow. You have those big hands and feet, but that cock of yours is puny--bigger around than it is long. Then, your metabolism. So much slower than mine, you’ve gotten so fucking fat since the last time I saw you. It only makes you smell worse, honestly. You reek. Have you had a shower lately? I think you might just enjoy being a smelly pig. Then there’s the smoking, and the drinking. You’re a couple years younger than I am, but pretty much everyone thinks you’re the older brother when they see you.”

Harry just stared at his reflection, horrified as it matched Ray’s words. In a matter of moments, his rather handsome, Italian features and build had disappeared. Instead, he was looking at a squat, obese, ugly, balding troll, and he only felt uglier standing beside his handsome older brother.

“So no, we don’t look anything alike, really, but there’s no denying we’re brothers. You didn’t exactly get the smarts in the family either, but you can’t deny that we’re related. You might be an ugly, smelly fucker, but I still love you. You love me too. Family has to stick together. That’s why I’m more than willing to let you live here with us, as long as you need to. But like I said, I know you have some...issues. That’s why we need to have some ground rules. Come on.”

Harry followed his brother back out into the living room, trying to adjust to his new perspective, and his new waddle. He took a seat on the couch, and heard it creak under his weight. He could smell himself. Ray was right, he stank, but fuck, it did kind of turn him off a little. “What sort of rules, bro?” he asked.

“Well, like what you said earlier. I know you have...an active imagination. You’re prone to fantasies, but sometimes, you can’t quite distinguish them from reality. You said Max was your son earlier, but that’s not true.”

“N-No...”

“That’s right,” Ray said with a laugh, “Imagine if you had a son--we both know he’d be an ugly piece of shit like you. Max is too fucking hot to be your son. But I know you’re a bit jealous. You always have been. I remember how dad treated you. How he made you watch, while he fucked me, when we were Max’s age. You remember, don’t you? I know that fucked you up. All the fucked up, mean shit he said to you. Made you like being a voyeur. Made you like being humiliated. Probably half the reason you’re an unemployed fuckup drunk, sitting around, watching porn all day long and jacking off. I don’t need that sort of behavior rubbing off on my boy, you understand. I don’t want you being a bad influence.”

“Please...Ray, stop...I...”

“We both know it’s true Harry. You’re hard right now.”

It was true. It was all true. Harry didn’t know whether to cry, or jack off about it. Maybe...maybe both.

“Look, I love having sex with my son. I don’t even mind you watching. Hell, Max asked me if we could fuck in front of you last night--he was so turned on by the idea of his ugly, perverted uncle jacking off while we fucked, damn, that boy can be twisted. But you don’t touch my son, understand? You can look, but never touch. You also have to do everything I say. I’m the big brother, and I’m the man of the house. If I tell you to do something, you obey, without question.”

Ray nodded. It made sense. His big bro had always been smarter than he was, it would be best to just do what he said. Whenever he followed his own stupid, horny brain, things got fucked up.

“Now, since you can’t hold down a job, I figured you might as well handle the household duties around here. You’re not exactly clean, but I know you can clean stuff well enough. Hell, you’ve worked as a janitor at enough places that you’re real good at it. That sounds like a good deal to you I bet.”

“Yeah! Yeah bro, I can do that for sure,” Harry said. “Damn bro, thanks so much, I...I know I’m just a pervert fuckup, but you’ve...you’ve always been there for me.”

“Aww, thanks bro. Since it’s Sunday, I’ll give you the day off. Besides, I got something I want you to watch.”

Ray grabbed the remote, turned on the TV, but instead of turning it to a channel, he brought up a video file, and hit play. Harry moaned when he realized what he was looking at--it was Ray fucking Max on his bed, maybe even from last night. He couldn’t help himself--he dug his tiny cock out and started jacking off there on the couch, mesmerized.

“It was Max’s idea to film it. I think he got some of the same perversion you did from the family tree.”

“Fuck bro, you’re so fucking hot, both of you, but Max, fuck, you’re so lucky to have a son. Wish I had a boy like that.”

“Well, we both know that’s not happening. We don’t want your bad genes going anywhere, right? We both know that if you had a son, he’d be a worthless sack of ugly shit like you, not like Max. If anyone is gonna reproduce in this family, it has to be me.”

Harry was only half listening. He was so close already. He came, the orgasm intense, but his load was tiny. That’s alright--he was hard almost all the time, and could jack off all day long. He needed...something else though. Something important. He needed a beer, and he needed...a cigar. Yeah, a cigar, fuck. “Bro, pause it real quick, wouldya?” Harry said, “Gotta get more comfortable.”

Ray struggled his way upstairs, panting and sweating by the time he made it, hurried into the guest room, rummaged through his duffel bag and pulled out a pack of cigars, punch and a lighter. He went back downstairs, grabbed a beer--thought better, and grabbed two more--and went back to the couch. Ray chuckled as his younger brother lit up his cigar, chugged a beer, and then settled in, cock hard in his hand, as he kept watching his big brother and nephew fuck on the TV, lost in his base perversion, right where Ray wanted him.

Nothing disturbed Harry for the next few hours, other than to grab some lube, which he dumped on his crotch, loving how slimy and gross it made his cock, balls and fatpad. It was around three in the afternoon that the front door opened, and Max returned with two of his friends from the neighborhood--Jack and Tim--though both boys looked a bit confused as to why they were there. Max had gone over to Bill’s spent a little time servicing his dad’s hot friend, and then Bill had given Max’s persuasion skills a boost, so he could help recruit for his dad, as Ray had requested. The three young men came into the living room, and both Jack and Tim froze in horror at the ugly old pig, the sloppy sounds of him masturbating almost drowning out the moans coming from the screen, but then Ray was there to calm everyone down.

“Hey boys! Thanks for coming over. Max, why don’t you take your friends upstairs?”

“Sure dad...uh, maybe...tell uncle Harry he’s making a bit of a mess.”

“You know how he is, he can’t really help himself. Go on boys, I’ll be up in a minute.”

This had been enough to catch Harry’s attention finally, and he watched the three young men head up the stairs, eyes fixed on his nephew’s ass, thinking about his big brother’s cock sliding in there so nicely. “Fuck, you gonna have fun with those boys, bro? Can I watch?”

“Actually Harry, why don’t you get out of the house for a bit? Head on over to the sex shop for a while. Suck some dick, and give us a little peace.”

“But...but I thought--”

“Do as I say, Harry.”

“O-Ok bro, I just thought--”

“You don’t do the thinking around here Harry, remember that. Besides, you love sucking cock, don’t you? As long as it's anonymous, through a hole. No one would want to see your ugly mug around their cock. That way, you can imagine you’re sucking me and Max off too, right? Just be home in time for dinner in a few hours. I think we’ll order pizza.”

Harry nodded, went up and got dressed. He liked to wear coveralls--didn’t matter if he got them dirty, and he didn’t have to worry about too many different pieces of clothing. He got his boots on, heard Ray in the master bedroom with the three young men, and stifled a moan. He went outside, got in his truck, and drove off to the sex shop. It was a little slow, but Harry got a few cocks pushed through the holes in the wall. Each time, he’d imagine it was Ray or Max fucking his face, and he’d shoot a few loads in the crotch of his coveralls by the time the fellow on the other side managed to finish down his throat.

After a few hours, Harry had grown rather hungry. Ravenous, really. The crotch of his coveralls soaked in his own cum, He managed to get back up on his feet and back out into the main area of the sex shop. One fellow, who he’d probably just blown, looked at him, realized that was the mouth he’d been fucking, and looked a little sick. Harry didn’t blame him--he was an ugly pigfaced fuck, but the look of disgust on the man’s face got him hard all over again. He groped himself, staring the man down, as he fled the shop, and came again. He left, lit up a cigar, got in his truck, and drove back to his brother’s house, parked in the driveway, and went in the front door. The scene in the living room almost made him blow yet another load without even touching himself. “Fuck bro,” he said, “I...I thought you only had one kid...”

There was Ray, with Max, and two other young men who, without a doubt, were Ray’s progeny. Ray was fucking one of the young men that Harry didn’t know over the end of the couch, while Max was fucking his brother’s face with his cock. Another one was standing next to his father, making out with him while he fucked. Ray broke off the kiss, looked over at Harry, and grinned. “Oh yeah, you haven’t met Jack and Tim yet, have you? Jack and Tim, say hello to your Uncle Harry. He’s gonna be stayin’ with us for a while.

The one he’d been kissing looked at Harry, clearly a little grossed out, but said hello and introduced himself as Jack. The other, getting fucked, didn’t even look like he’d heard what Ray said, he was just moaning and grunting in sexual excitement.

“I already ordered us pizza, it should be here soon. Grab yourself a beer, take a seat, get comfy,” Ray said.

Harry’s hands were shaking as he grabbed a few beers from the fridge, and returned to the living room, where he took a seat in a chair with a good view of the action, unzipped his coveralls, and started playing with his dick.

“Fuck Dad, Uncle Harry’s kinda...ugly...” the one he’d been kissing said.

“Yeah, Harry got all the bad genes. That’s why he don’t have any boys of his own. He loves to watch though, don’t you Harry?”

“Fuck yeah bro, you ‘n yer boys are so fuckin’ sexy. I’m just an ugly old pervy pig, I’m nothin’ compared to ya’ll.”

“And I know all my sons love being watched. Sure, he’s a gross old pervert, but I know you think that’s hot, Jack.”

“Yeah...fuck, it kinda is...”

“Besides, he knows better than to touch you boys, as much as he might want to. He’s only gonna watch. He likes it when you’re mean to him though. You can be as cruel and demeaning as you want. Trust me, he’ll enjoy the fuck out of it.”

“Seriously? You like it when I call you a nasty fuckin’ pig, Uncle Harry?”

Harry moaned, and he couldn’t stop himself, he let loose another load in the front of his coveralls.

“Fuck, did he just cum?”

“I think so.”

“Not much of a load. His cock’s so small I can barely see it.”

“Dad’s cock is way better. Long and thick. Dad, will you fuck me next? You’ve been fuckin’ Tim for half an hour. My hole’s so hungry Dad.”

“Calm down boys, I’ll fuck all of you, don’t you worry,” Ray said. “Now, like I said, Uncle Harry’s gonna be staying with us for a while. He’s a worthless drunk, and he can’t hold down a job, so he agreed to be the household slave, right Harry?”

“I...I said I’d do the cleanin’ and stuff, yeah.”

“No Harry, you’re the house slave. That means you have to do everything I say, and everything my boy’s say, no matter how mean, cruel and demeaning it is. As long as you don’t touch them, everything else is fair game.”

“Bro, I don’t...”

“Shut up Uncle Harry, no one wants to hear you talk.”

“Yeah! Get on all fours and grunt like a pig, slave!”

Harry’s pale face turned beet red, but the thought of getting bossed around by all of his hot nephews already had his cock hard again. He got off the chair and onto his hands and knees, grunting like a pig. He was saved from any other ideas the boys had by the sound of the doorbell--dinner, apparently, had arrived.

“Fuck, gotta finish quick!” Ray said, thrust in deep a few times, and with a groan, pumped a big load of cum into Tim’s hole. He pulled out once the flow had stopped, didn’t bother putting on any pants, and opened up the front door, naked, cock still drooling. The pizza delivery guy just gawked at him, with a substantial order of pizzas perched on his shoulder. “Hey man! Come on in, thanks for the delivery.”

“Oh, uh...I gotta get...the rest of the pizzas from the car, first,” he said.

“Did I order that much? Alright. Go get the rest, then come inside. Nothing about this strikes you as the least bit odd.”

The delivery guy relaxed a bit, hurried to his car, and returned with another load of pizzas. He brought them into the kitchen, and Ray said. “Bet you’re glad to be done with your shift. Why don’t you come upstairs for a bit, relax with me.”

The young man looked at Ray, a bit confused. “I...don’t get off until midnight.”

“Nah boy, you’re done working for this evening. Come on upstairs. Boys,” he said, addressing Max, Jack and Tim, “Eat yourself some dinner. Make sure Uncle Harry gets enough, the fat fucker needs to be properly fed.”

The three boys agreed, and Ray pulled the delivery guy upstairs, whispering in his ear as they went. Harry tried to get up and go into the kitchen, but couldn’t. The boy’s order hadn’t been revoked, after all, so he crawled, grunting, into the kitchen while the three boys followed, laughing.

“Dad said we had to feed you, but since you’re acting like an animal, we might as well feed you like an animal, Uncle Harry,” Max said, picking up a pizza, opening up the box and dumping it on the floor in front of him. “Still, I think it needs some extra seasoning. How about it, Tim?”

“Haha, yeah bro, watch this,” Tim said, squatted over the pizza, and let loose a long fart, spraying it all with Ray’s cum, fresh from his hole, as well as a good amount of foamy lube. Max dumped another two pizzas on the floor with the first, and then Jack took aim and pissed all over the mess there on the floor. Harry couldn’t believe how hot it was, watching his nephews ruin his food.

“Alright pig, eat up. No hands though. You’d better finish it all, and clean the floor when you’re done. I don’t want the tile all greasy.”

Harry tried to hold back. It was too much, he couldn’t show them what a stupid, nasty little perv he was, but he couldn’t, he grunted, and came, drooling another puny load on the kitchen floor, staring at his dinner, while the three boys just laughed at him. They took the rest of the pizzas into the living room, leaving Harry to his meal. He ate the piss soaked pizza, relished it really. He had the best family. They knew just how to treat an ugly freak like him, and whatever they said, he knew they loved him, deep down inside.

An hour later, while he was busy licking the floor clean of grease, piss and lube, Ray came downstairs again with his fourth son, Will, that he’d been upstairs with. Will joined his brothers on the couch in the living room, gaming, playing with each other’s cocks, or both, and Ray went into the kitchen where Harry was finishing up. “Guess my boys kept you well fed, eh pig?”

Harry tried to speak, but could still only grunt.

“You can talk.”

“Fuck bro, your kids are the fuckin’ best.”

“Yeah, they’re sadistic little bullies, but you love it. Finish cleaning up your mess, and then get to bed--oh, you know where you’re sleeping, right?”

“In...the guest room, right?”

“No, sorry, don’t have a guest room anymore. One room got turned into a playroom, the other’s a gym for the boys. You’ll be in charge of keeping all those spaces clean too, of course. Still, I made a perfect spot for a slave like you out in the garage.”

“Yeah, that makes sense.”

“Get to bed when you’re finished there. I expect you to be up early, making breakfast for the family.”

“Sure thing, bro.”

Harry finished licking the floor half an hour later, and still couldn’t stand. He crawled through the living room, where Ray was fucking another one of his boys while the rest had their fun with each other, and as much as he wanted to watch, he needed to get to bed, like Ray said. He crawled into the basement, and sure enough, there was a bare mattress and a single blanket laid out on the concrete. It was more than he deserved, really. Keeping his filthy coveralls on, he pulled the blanket over him, and saw a TV next to his bed. He turned it on, and gave a little snort.

It was a live feed to a series of cameras all over the house--including the living room. There was also a timer up in the corner--currently at thirty minutes. He figured that was all the time he had, so he wouldn’t waste it. He used the remote to open up the living room feed, and spent the next half hour jacking off to the rest of the family fucking, sucking and playing with each other. He managed three loads before the TV set clicked off, and sure enough, it wouldn’t turn back on. No matter, that had tuckered him out well enough. He curled up, and soon was snoring, dreaming of his family, eager to begin his service in the morning.