I felt him pulling down the back of my briefs. I felt the warmth and the roughness of his fingers against my bare butt. His voice was still husky and ...trange, "You got a pretty ass, Johnny White! Soft, it feels nice, so good!"I still couldn't move, couldn't speak, I couldn't make my body work!"Johnny, reach back and pull your pretty ass cheeks apart for me, pull them apart for Daddy!" Billy said. "Do it for Daddy!" Billy had that tone, that husky voice. It was hypnotic, it had control.Even as I. “Béla! Jake!” he yelled. “Are you two alright?”‘Jake?’ Béla thought, suddenly alarmed.She looked over at him. Sometime since she last looked at him, Jake had regained consciousness and pulled himself into a sitting position against the wall. He was staring at her, now, horror written on his face.“No!” Béla cried. “Jake?” How much did he see? she wondered, terrified of the answer.She felt light-headed and the room began to spin. The look of horror on Jake’s face hurt worse than the bullets in. And I watched it wide eyed.And with Steve still holding my cock, I was very very horny and had to do something about it, but I didn’t want to wank Steve off.I stood up, causing Steve to let go of my cock and me letting go of his too. He looked disappointed. But when I took off the rest of what I was wearing, except my shoes. His face lightened up and he licked his lips. I stood infront of him naked, my cock upright and right infront of his face.He looked greedily at it. “Steve, suck my cock you. It was the same old stuff that he had been hearing ever since he could remember. Mom was berating Dad for a multitude of real and imagined sins, and he was just sitting there taking it. If he ever said anything in his own defense the only thing he accomplished was to lengthen her tirade.He listened for a couple of minutes, knowing that an interruption would just prolong his Dad's agony. "Why can't he stand up for himself and be a man, for God's sake?" Brad thought to himself."... and another.