Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Betrayed by My Family

   Trust me, I would not have been at this family reunion if my wife had
not been as good at subterfuge as she was.

   You see I have never been very close to my mother or sister.  This dates
back to when I was a small child and the baby of the family.  My sister was
11 years older than me and my brother was 5 years older than me.  So by the
time I was five and into playing cowboys and Indians, my brother was 10 and
into sports and my sister was 16 and out on dates.  By the time I was 10,
my brother was 15, out on dates and I was just starting to enjoy sports. 
So I guess you can see a little bit of where this is going.

   At no stage in my life did I have anything in common with my siblings.
Not that I did not want to, it just was not in the cards.  But that had not
stopped me from trying to tag along with them.  The first time that this
caused severe problems was when I was about 6 years old.  My brother had
some friends over and they were trying to play baseball at the field in
back of our barn.  And of course, I wanted to play as well, but of course I
was just getting in the way.  So my brother went into the house and asked
my mother if she would tell me that I needed to come into the house and
stop bothering the older kids.  Well, mom apparently told him that he
should be able to control a six year old and to figure it out.

   So when he came back out to the field he was carrying a small spool of
clothesline.  He then told the other boys that we were going to play
cowboys and Indians and that I was going to be taken hostage.  He whispered
something to two of the other boys and they came and grabbed me and held me
down on the ground while my brother tied my hands and feet and took me over
to the back of the barn and left me there.  And to make sure that I did not
make too much noise, my brother stuffed a handkerchief into my mouth.

   They did not come and untie me until they had their fill of playing
baseball and it was time for supper.  When I was finally able to talk, I
informed them that they were going to be sorry because I was going to tell
mom on them.  My brother looked at me and said, "Go ahead you little twerp.
Mom told me to handle the situation and I handled it."

   So when we got inside, I approached mom with tears in my eyes and told
her what happened.  But instead of her taking my side, she just burst out
laughing and said, well, I told James he should be able to control a
six-year-old kid and I guess he controlled you.  I would suggest that the
next time he tells you to leave him and his friends alone, you might want
to do it.

   And my sister heard the conversation and told mom that I should be
whipped for tattling and mom agreed and told her to go ahead and get the
strap and give me 20 strokes.  She took delight in doing just that. 
Fortunately she was not cruel enough at that stage of her life to make me
take my pants down for the whipping but it still hurt like the dickens just
the same.  When she was through I was bawling my eyes out and my mother
told me to stop making so much noise as she was trying to enjoy her supper.
When I did not stop quickly enough she sent me to bed with a warning that
if I ever told on my brother again that she would do the whipping herself.

   Well, I kept pretty much to myself after that and tried to stay out of
my brother and sister's way.  But while time heals all wounds, it also
makes one forget about consequences for actions.

   So when James was 15 and I was 10, he had a girl over to the house.  He
was engrossed in the girl and was doing everything that he could to get her
alone.  I on the other hand was dead set on making sure I was able to view
what they were doing.  So I followed them in what I thought was a stealthy
way.  They disappeared around a corner of the barn and I followed right
after them but when I turned the corner, James was there waiting.  He
grabbed me, threw me to the ground and told his girl friend to come over
and sit on my back while he got something.  Well, in just a few minutes,
once again I found myself, bound and gagged while he took his girl into the
barn.  I don't know exactly what they were doing but I know that they were
gone for over two hours.

   He untied me and once again I ran to mom and told her that James and his
girl had tied me up so that they could make out in the barn.  I was sure
this time that James would be in trouble, but again I was wrong.

   "You never learn, do you?  What did I tell you would happen if you
decided to tattle on your brother again?  Answer me young man."

   "You said you would whip me," I answered.

   "Go get the strap, and bend over the chair," she ordered.  When I was in
position she pulled my pants down and delivered 20 of the hardest strokes
she could.  And again with my bottom burning and bruised she sent me to bed
without supper.

   I figured that would be the end of it but I soon learned that was not to
be.  The next weekend James again brought Beverly home with him.  They had
lunch with mom and me and then got up to leave the house.  Like a fool, I
got up to follow, when mom grabbed my arm and pulled me back.  She then
told James to go and get the clothesline, as I obviously had not learned my
lesson.

   She pulled a tall kitchen stool out into the middle of the room, forced
me to sit on it and told James to tie my hands behind my back and tie my
ankles to the rungs of the stool.  Then as James and Beverly went to be
alone, mom left me there and went upstairs to sew.  By the time I was
released my legs were cramped and my back was in pain.  I could hardly
stand when they helped me off the stool.  I was told to go eat my dinner on
the back steps so she, James and Beverly could enjoy their meal in peace.
They were laughing and talking not even bothering to try to keep their
voices down.  I heard Beverly say, "You know I think the little squirt
should be tied up all the time." And then I heard my mother start to laugh.
She said, "You know I enjoyed seeing him restrained on that stool myself. I
think that will be his punishment any time he disobeys from now on."

   I guess it was a week later when I heard James and my mother talking in
what they assumed was private.  I could not hear much of the conversation
but, I did catch my mom's voice as she said, "I really don't care, I just
don't want any bruises that show.  Other than that enjoy yourself with the
little shit."

   And enjoy himself, he did.  At every opportunity when he was alone with
me he would punch, slap and tie me up.  In keeping with his instructions,
he concentrated his punches on my stomach and lower.  He seemed to get
particular delight in seeing me doubled up and on my knees.

   Well, eventually he moved out and although I still did not get along
with my mother, at least I was not getting physically abused on a daily
basis.  I had never been attracted to girls but one day I was surprised
when a very pretty young girl came up and introduced herself to me after
school.  It was all the more surprising since she was one of the more
popular girls in school.  We seemed to hit it off right away and I asked
her out on a date to go bowling.  She accepted and we had a wonderful time.


   She made it a point to take me around and introduce me to all her
friends and they seemed to accept me into the click.  For the first time in
my life I was truly happy.  And then Veronica asked me if I would come to a
party she was throwing at a friends house.  She said it was going to be
really exciting since there was not going to be any adult supervision and
they were planning on getting a little wild.

   Well, you can imagine how excited I was to accept that invitation.  So
on the evening of the party, I got dressed in my best clothes and set off
for some fun and games that I had never experienced.  The party was held in
a huge old house and there were about 50 young people in attendance by the
time I got there.  Veronica took me around and introduced me to all her
friends and then took me up to a stage that had been erected in the back of
a large room.  "Ladies and Gentlemen," she began.  "As promised, I have
brought tonight's entertainment.  And to help me, put this loser in his
place, I want you to meet his brother, James."

   I could not believe my ears.  I thought James was somewhere overseas,
but there he was striding towards the stage and in his hand he carried a
large roll of clothesline.  I turned and started off the stage.  I knew I
had to get away or I would be in for the worst night of my life.  But a
dozen boys blocked my path and forced me back to the middle of the stage.
No matter where I turned there was someone that was there to keep me in my
place.  In just a matter of a few seconds James reached me and punched me
as hard as he could in my stomach.  I went down on my knees and immediately
Veronica was there in front of me laughing.  "What a fucking loser," she
exclaimed.  "You really thought that you were good enough to associate with
me and my friends.  I would not have given you the time of day if James
hadn't told me how much fun it was to tie you up and humiliate you."

   Then she shoved the toe of her shoe firmly against my mouth.  "Lick it
you little queer.  Clean the filth off my shoe and show these nice people
what a wimp you are.  And do a good job or James is going to make you wish
you had."

   I stuck out my tongue and took a couple of swipes at the top of her
shoe. She looked down, gave me a kick in my mouth and told me that I wasn't
even good enough to lick her shoes.

   James then asked a couple of the boys if they would give him a hand in
getting me undressed.  In no time two members of the football team were
lifting me to my feet.  When I was standing, Veronica came up to me, with a
pair of large scissors in her hands.

   "Hold him still so that I can cut his clothes off."

   And she started at my shirtsleeves and began cutting upwards until she
had parted the sleeve all the way to my neck.  She then repeated the
process on the other side.  Then from the neck she cut down the back of my
shirt and pulled the pieces apart and threw them on the floor.  She then
reached down and inserted the scissors between my pants and my belt and cut
my belt in two and pulled it out of the loops and tossed that on the floor
as well.  Taking the sheers she then cut down the back of my pants until
she reached my crotch and then continued down my right leg until she had it
separated.  She then repeated the process on my left leg until my pants
fell away completely.

   She then ordered, "Kick your shoes off loser.  I can't very well cut
them off of you.  Now use your toes and pull your socks off."

   Well, I did as I was told and I was soon standing there in just my
jockey shorts.  But even that wasn't going to last as Veronica made quick
work of them with her scissors.

   "Ok, would someone wheel that empty barrel over here, and throw these
rags into it.  And don't forget his shoes as well.  He is not going to need
those.  Now who has the charcoal lighter?  Dowse everything well, and light
it.

   By now tears were streaming down my face and I wanted to die, but it was
obvious that they had something else planned for me.  James had the guys
drag me over to an open support in the center of the room and then he
forced my hands behind my back and around the pole and tied them securely.

   "Come on up folks and inspect this little piece of meat."

   And the entire crowd did as he asked.  And then Veronica came and stood
right in front of me, reached down with a stick and lifted my flaccid penis
and declared, "Has anyone ever seen a smaller little weenie?  Why I bet a
two year old would have a bigger one than this.  Ok, folks what should we
do with him?  We have all night so think up some real nasty things to do to
him.

   "I want to whip him," announced one girl.

   "I want to kick him in his balls," cried another.

   "I want to burn his balls with my cigarette," stated a boy.

   "Anyone that wishes, can start, just make sure that you take lots of
pictures." Announced James.  "His mother and sister both asked for them."

   I don't know if I was supposed to live through that night or not, but
somehow I survived.  Soon after the beatings started, I lost consciousness.
When I woke up I was in the hospital with multiple rib fractures and my
testicles had been herniated.  In addition I had about one hundred
cigarette burns about my body.

   A police officer came in and questioned me, but I had been so
conditioned by my mother against tattling that I refused to name my
attackers.

   I was left alone until the following day, when a doctor that I did not
recognize entered my room.  She carried a pad and pen in her hands and she
seemed to be making notes as she approached my bed.  "Good morning,
Timothy, how are you feeling today?"

   "I guess I feel like I have been kicked, punched and used as an ash
tray," I responded with just a hint of aggravation in my voice.

   "I can hear some hostility in your voice but understand that I was not
the one that caused you to be here.  I am simply trying to help you."

   "So where is my regular doctor?" I asked.

   "Dr.  Bright is still your regular doctor.  I am here as a consultant to
try and determine where your treatment needs to go from here.  Most of your
physical injuries have been treated and if those were the only problems,
you could be released today.  But I am here to try and determine why you
did this to yourself and to determine if you are still a threat to yourself
or others."

   "Did this to myself?  What in hell are you talking about?  You think I
kicked in my own ribs and put out cigarettes on my own back.  You must be a
great doctor to come up with those conclusions."

   "Oh, I know you didn't do these things yourself, but according to your
mother you asked someone else to do them to you.  She informs us that she
has heard you talking to someone on the phone; asking them if they would
help you commit suicide and make it look like an attack.  She says she did
not report it because she thought it was part of some form of fantasy game
you were playing.  Only when the police called and told her where you were
did she put the pieces together." "You must be out of your mind.  If I
wanted to commit suicide there are a lot of ways to do it that would be far
less painful."

   "Well, then if you did not cause this to be done to you, why don't you
tell me who was involved?  The sheriff tells me that you refuse to name
your attackers."

   "I am sorry, but I can't tell you who my attackers were because they
caught me from behind and blindfolded me.  I never saw their faces."

   "Ok, where did this happen?  Where were you when you we grabbed from
behind?  Were you with anyone at the time?"

   I knew I was lost at that moment.  No matter how much I wanted to make
her believe me I wasn't able to come up with a good enough story.  And so I
simply said, "I don't want to talk about this anymore.  Just let me go
home."

   "I am afraid that I cannot do that," she said.  "Your mother has made it
plain that she believes you still intend to hurt yourself and she does not
want to accept the responsibility of trying to protect you from yourself. I
am afraid since you refuse to tell the truth that I will have to have you
institutionalized for your own safety."

   I knew that I had to get out of that room before they took me to the
loony farm and so I tried to get out of bed and find my clothes.  But I had
not even managed to remove my monitoring wires when two orderlies came
rushing in and forced me back in the bed and began securing me with
restraints.

   "Timothy, this is for your own good.  Now, I am going to give you a mild
sedative, to calm you down.  It will probably make you drowsy so you may
fall asleep for a while.  When you wake up you will be in a nice safe
place. I will see you in a day or two."

   "Wait, please don't do this," I yelled after her but she just kept
walking out the door.

   When I woke up I was already in what I learned was a sanitarium.  I was
in a straight jacket and was strapped to a bed in a room with no color. 
Everything I looked at was white.  That alone would be enough to drive a
person insane.  And then there were the sounds.  It seemed like from every
direction I could hear screaming and crying and wailing.

   I knew that I had to get out of there at all costs even if it meant
telling the truth about who had done this to me.

   And so when the psychologist finally came in I decided that I would come
clean.

   She had me sit in a chair and then asked me how I was doing.  I told her
that most of my injuries had healed and I felt I was ready to go home.

   "But how about your mental injuries?" she asked.  "Are those healed as
well?  Are you willing to talk about why you caused this to happen?"

   "As I tried to tell you before, I did not cause any of this.  My girl
friend and my brother set me up.  She lured me to a party and then James
arrived and incited the guests to beat and burn me."

   "Tsk, tsk," she scolded.  "You still are not willing to accept
responsibility for your actions.  I know for a fact that James was not
involved in this.  We have a sworn statement the he was with a girl name
Veronica all night in your mother's house.  They never left his room on the
night in question."

   I tried to tell her that they were lying and that my mother was just
giving them an alibi.

   "Why would she do that?" she asked.  "Why would she protect someone if
they did the terrible things you accuse them of?"

   "Because she hates me," I replied.  "She is taking her hatred of my
father out on me.  I am sure she knew what they were going to do to me and
urged them on."

   "It is obvious that we are not going to get anywhere with your treatment
until you finally decide to admit your own role in this incident.  And I am
afraid that you cannot be unsupervised either."

   She then went out and soon two orderlies came in and forcibly put me in
a straight jacket and left me in the chair.  Except for a few hours a day
when I was in a group that was my life.  Finally after two years of
confinement, I finally wised up and told them exactly what they wanted to
hear.  I told them I had hired some people to beat and burn me.  I didn't
know who they were as I had done it over the Internet.

   "I now realize that what I did was a terrible thing to subject my family
to," I lied.

   After a few sessions I guess I convinced them to allow me to go home. 
My Mother greeted me at the door and ushered me to the car.  When I was
buckled up, she leaned over and whispered.  "James can't wait to get his
hands on you again.  He has learned a lot in the past few years about how
to cause extreme pain without leaving any marks.  I am sure you will be
very happy with us."

   And of course when she stopped at the first red light, I jumped out of
the car and ran as fast as my weak legs would carry me.  I heard my Mother
yell after me, "You better run you little bastard.  And don't you ever come
back either."

   I spent the next 6 months on the street, living in cardboard boxes when
I could find them and eating what I could find outside of restaurants from
their discards.  One day when I was begging on a street corner a
well-dressed man approached me and asked if I wanted to get off the street.
He said, he could give me work if I did and help to educate me so that I
could earn a living for myself.  Well, I was suspicious because of the many
things I had been through.  But I could see the kindness in his eyes and
accepted his kind offer.  He took me to his house and gave me some clothing
to wear and gave me food to eat.

   He helped me get the documents that I needed to get a job and then took
me into his employment as an apprentice computer repairperson.

   I learned quickly and it was not long before, I was actually supervising
others in the trade.

   I did not socialize much as I knew from the past that I just could not
trust most people.  But then one day I met a beautiful young woman who
brought her computer in for repair.  I took the machine, gave her a ticket
and told her that I would call when it was ready.  Normally it would have
taken me a few days to get to it since we had a full load of work, but she
was so pretty that I made an exception and got straight to it.

   Well, the machine was loaded with viruses and so I had to completely
redo the software.  When it was running at peak performance, I called her
and let her know she could pick it up.  When she came into the shop I asked
her back and told her what we had found and showed her how to use the
anti-spy ware I had installed.

   She was so happy with the quick repair time that she started
recommending her friends and neighbors to us.  I was so grateful that I
sent her a nice fruit basket and a thank you card as a gesture of my
gratitude.

   Well, a few days later, she came back into the shop.  I smiled as she
approached and asked, "Is there something wrong with your computer again?"

   "No, nothing like that," she replied and returned my smile.  "I just
thought you might like to go to church with me this Sunday.  I would really
like to get to know you better.  I think we could become friends."

   Well, I had never had much use for religion.  From the way my life had
progressed I really didn't think there was a God, at least not a God that
cared.  But I did want to spend more time with Barbara so I agreed to meet
her outside the church on Sunday morning.  I did not own a suit so I made
it a point to go to Sears and pick one off the shelf.

   Well, when I saw her getting out of her parents car and heading for the
church, I was stunned.  I knew that she was pretty, but all dressed up the
way she was with her long blonde hair down around her face, she was the
most beautiful woman that I had ever seen.  What she saw in me, I had no
idea.  Not knowing what I was supposed to do, I just greeted her and held
out my arm in invitation to walk with me.  We sat side by side on the hard
bench and I can honestly say that I did not hear a word of what the
minister said.  I was so engrossed in the beautiful woman beside me.

   This particular Sunday there was a picnic lunch afterwards and so we had
a longer opportunity to get to know each other.  I spent a lot of time
listening to her melodious voice as she told me about her relationship with
God and how important family was in her life.  Although I knew it would
probably end our relationship before it got started I felt I owed her the
truth and I told her that I really was not sure there was a God and I had
no relationship with my family.  When she pressed me I just told her that I
was estranged from my mother and I had no idea where my Father was.  Much
to my surprise when it was time to go, she asked if I would escort her to
church the following Sunday as well.

   Things progressed slowly but surely and two years later we were married.
She was the most beautiful thing in her lovely white virginal dress and
train.  I almost died from happiness as the preacher pronounced us husband
and wife and told me I could kiss my bride.  Of course that was not the
first time I had kissed her, but she had allowed very little additional
contact with us.  She had made it clear from our first real date that she
was saving herself for marriage and that she was going to be a virgin in
both body and spirit when she consummated that marriage on her wedding
night.

   What she did not know was that I was also a virgin, not out of choice
but out of necessity from knowing that the only girl I had ever considered
bedding had betrayed me with my own brother.

   And so after the reception and we were alone in our hotel room, there
was an awkward moment when we both stood there with no idea what to do. 
The one thing that I did know was that I was head over heels in love with
this woman and I was going to do everything in my power to make this night
special for her.  So I found some soft music on the radio and offered my
arms for her to dance.

   It was not long before both of our hormones kicked in and we were
swaying to the music but not back and forth but more in and out.  I knew I
had to get our clothes off so that we could actually feel the friction of
our bodies.  And so tenderly I led her to the bed and carefully helped her
out of her dress.  She then reciprocated by helping me remove my outer
garments.  We then lay down with our underwear still on and resumed our
kissing.  Well, it took some time but between the two of us we finally
figured out exactly which parts fit where without so much as an instruction
manual.  No one had to say put peg A into slot B.

   I have to tell you that this was the best experience that I had ever
felt.  I was not sure if Barbara felt the same way but she at least told me
it was.  She told me that she really wanted to have children and that she
wanted to start before she got too old and so she was not going to use any
form of birth control.

   Well, as time went on we got better at learning how to please each other
in a conjugal way but regardless of how many times we tried, we just did
not produce a baby.

   Barbara brought up my family many times and each time asked me if I
would take her to meet them.  It seemed so important to her but I just
could not bring myself to face the people that were supposed to love me but
only wanted to cause me pain.

   And then I came home from work one night and saw a strange car in the
drive.  I wondered who might have come to visit, as the car was completely
unfamiliar to me.  As I entered the house, I heard Barbara and some other
people conversing and laughing in the living room.

   When I entered the room I could have fallen over from shock.  For there
sitting with my wife was my mother and my sister.  The only thing worse
would have been if James was there as well.

   My wife caught my eye as I stalked towards them.  I knew she could tell
I was angry by the worried look on her face.

   "Bryan, what is wrong?" she asked.

   "What are they doing here?" I demanded.  "Both of you get the hell out
of my house right now."

   But neither woman made any move to get to their feet.

   "Bryan, I am shocked," my wife began.  "I know you said that you were
not close with your family but you can at least be civil.  This is my house
as well and they are my guests.  So if you can't be polite then I suggest
that you leave and don't come back until you have calmed down."

   I knew I was skating on thin ice, so I followed her instructions and
left the house.  I took a long walk and then found a bar where I could get
a drink and let my emotions settle.

   It was well past 10 p.m.  when I finally arrived back at my home and I
was relieved to find that the strange car was gone from our drive.  I made
my way into the house and found my wife sitting in the living room with a
glass of whiskey in her hand.  That told me pretty much all I needed about
what lay ahead for me, since my wife did not believe in drinking alcohol.

   "Bryan come sit down beside me, we need to have a talk," she started. 
"It seems that you have not been totally honest with me over the years, and
I would like to know why."

   "Look, I don't know what those two crazy bitches told you, but believe
me they are the ones that have not been honest with you.  I did not want
you to meet them because they made my life a living hell when I was growing
up."

   "Yes, your mother told me about you delusions and about the time you
spent in the sanitarium for trying to hurt yourself.  She even showed me
pictures of how you used to ask your brother to tie you to the kitchen
chair and leave you there.  The look on your face told me everything.  You
enjoyed being on that chair.  Why did you not tell me you liked being tied
up.  Perhaps I could have indulged your fantasies and maybe our marriage
would have been better than it has been."

   "What do you mean, better than it has been?" I asked.  "I thought we had
a great marriage.  What is it that you suddenly find to be objectionable?"

   "Don't get your shorts all in a bunch.  I am not saying you have not
been a good husband and provider, but you have to admit that there has
never been a huge spark in the bedroom.  You treat me as if I am going to
break.  Once in a while it would be nice if you showed some real passion."

   "So now you are telling me that I am not good enough in bed as well as
being a liar and a fraud.  Dear God, don't you see what those two have
done. They have driven a wedge between us."

   "Don't you dare use the Lord's name in vain.  I may put up with a lot
from you but I am not going to allow you to defile my faith."

   "Look, I don't want to argue with you, can't we just forget this ever
happened?  Hopefully they are gone now and we can get back to normal."

   "That is just it, Bryan.  They are not gone and I am going to spend time
with them and get to know them better.  Your mother promised me that she
would show me a lot more pictures that would help me understand you better
as well."

   "Barbara, please don't do this.  You have no idea how evil those people
truly are."

   "Those people are your family, Bryan.  Like it or not you share the same
blood with them."

   Well, I knew that I was not going to get anywhere with arguing with her
that night.  So we made an uneasy peace and went to bed together.  I tried
to take her in my arms to soothe her but she just rolled over and put her
back to me.  If I had known that would be the last time I ever slept in a
bed with her I would have tried harder to make peace.

   The next day when I returned home from work my wife's car was gone.  I
had an uneasy feeling that perhaps she was again visiting with the evil duo
but there was really nothing that I could do about it and so I made my way
inside.  When I opened the door and entered the house, I felt that
something was wrong.  I could not place my finger on it but I could almost
feel that someone was watching me.  I stood just inside the door and looked
at every corner of the room.  And only when I glanced in the hall mirror
did I see the terror that lie in store for me.  For directly behind me
stood my brother James and he had a large caliber pistol pointed at the
back of my head.

   "Hello, little brother.  He laughed.  "I know you must be really happy
to see me.  Don't do anything stupid.  I really don't want to blow your
brains all over the room."

   "Yeah, so what do you want?"

   "I want to revisit old times with my little brother.  Mom told me that
when she was over here she saw a tall kitchen stool similar to the one I
used to tie you on.  I know how much you enjoyed that so let's get started.
Into the kitchen with you."

   Seeing no other alternative, I slowly walked towards the kitchen.  I was
surprised to see the stool already positioned in the center of the room and
lengths of rope laid out on the counter.  Apparently James had come
prepared.

   "Okay," James said.  "That is far enough, now strip out of your clothes.
I want you totally exposed before I put you in the proper place."

   "You might as well just go ahead and shoot me because there is no way
that I am going to take off my clothes and get on that stool."

   "I think you will change your mind in about five minutes when your
lovely wife walks through that door.  If you do not do exactly what I tell
you I am going to hurt her.  And you know how much pleasure I get out of
inflicting pain.  So little brother, what is it going to be?  Are you going
to take the abuse or is she?"

   I immediately started to take off my clothes, tossing them into the
corner.  It took me less than a minute before I was totally naked and
positioned on the stool.  James then tied my hands securely behind my back
and then started with my ankles.  He pulled my legs as far apart as he
could, then looped my ankles through the metal circular braces of the stool
and tied them firmly in place.  I was now as helpless as anyone could be.

   "Okay, now are you happy?  I have done what you asked.  I suppose now
you are going to leave me here for my wife to find hoping that she will
think I am some kind of pervert and leave me."

   "Oh, nothing could be farther from the truth," He said.  "We are going
to wait here together for your wife to arrive.  And then you are going to
do exactly what I tell you or I am going to enjoy beating her into a pulp
while you watch."

   "Look, please don't hurt Barbara.  Just tell me what it is you want me
to do.  I will do anything you ask.  Please what is it you want?"

   "Why I want to fuck your wife.  And you are going to convince her to let
me.'

   "How am I supposed to do that?  Barbara is a very religious woman and
she would never commit adultery."

   "Well, I think you are wrong, little brother.  I think that with the
proper amount of urging from you and a little demonstration from me, she
will be moaning and groaning with my cock in her tight little cunt before
the night is over.  Here is what I want you to tell her."

   And he outlined his plan.

   A few minutes later my wife entered the house and came straight to the
kitchen.  James was sitting on another stool, drinking a beer and he rose
to meet her.

   She looked at me with contempt in her eyes.  And then turned her
attention to James.  "I guess we have not been properly introduced," she
said.  "But, I assume you must be Bryan's brother, James."

   "At you service ma-am." He replied.

   "Well, I would not have believed it if your mother had not already clued
me in on what was happening.  So you hated being tied up so much that you
telephoned James here and asked him to come over for a repeat performance
of what you used to do when you were kids."

   I had been instructed not to let my wife know that this was not 100% my
idea and so I simply said, "I am sorry Barbara, I didn't think you would
understand my dark desires.  James is the only one that truly understands
my needs."

   "Is that true, James?" she asked.  "Does Bryan really enjoy being tied
up and whipped?  I sure never knew anything about that.  There have been a
few times when I could have gotten some enjoyment out of giving him a few
strokes with a whip."

   "So why don't you tell her why I am really here?" Bryan.

   "I asked him to come over because I have asked him to do me a big favor.
I am afraid that you may not understand it completely but after he shows
you something you might have a better idea.  James brought his microscope
for a demonstration."

   "I am totally confused," my wife said.  "Why would I need a microscope
or a demonstration?"

   "So you will know exactly why I am going to beg you to do something for
me.  James would you show her the slide you brought with you?"

   "Barbara, please take a look at this and tell me what you see." James
stated.

   "Okay, I will humor you but I am still confused." She then put her eye
to the scope and adjusted the depth.  "I see an awful lot of little
squiggly things moving around.  It looks like small white worms swimming in
some type of fluid.  What are they?"

   "Those are my sperm", James told her.  "Now let me show you what your
husbands look like."

   My wife just stood there with her mouth wide open as James pulled a
large hypodermic needle out and approached me.  He took a thick rubber
band, grasped my testicles and began wrapping it around them until they
were tightly confined.  And then grabbing the needle he unceremoniously
stuck it into the side of one of my testicles and extracted a small amount
of semen.  He then put some on another slide and inserted it under the
scope.  "Now, look at this and tell me what you see."

   Almost robot like Barbara did as instructed.  She said, "It appears to
be the same type of fluid but nothing is swimming in it.  Is this why we
have not been able to get pregnant, Bryan?"

   "Yes, I am sterile," I told her.

   "How long have you known this?" she demanded.

   "Since I was a kid.  I am sure my mother told you how I hired some
people to beat me up and put cigarettes out on my body.  Well, they did a
particularly good job on my testicles.  I can never father a child."

   "And you didn't think that this was something I needed to know before we
were married?  I told you how important having children was to me.  I might
have married you anyway but at least I would have known what I was getting
in for.  And so tell me, just why are you bringing this up now and in front
of your brother?"

   "Because I know how important having a baby is and so I asked James if
he would provide the sperm to impregnate you.  It would be almost the same
as having our own baby."

   "So are you talking about artificial insemination?  Our insurance will
not cover that and we certainly do not have the kind of money it would take
to pay for such a procedure."

   "It would not cost us anything if you took the artificial out of the
equation.  You could just go to bed with James and let him deposit his
sperm into your womb the old fashion way."

   "So you are asking me to commit adultery with your brother, is that it?"

   "Look, I know that this is hard for you to fathom, but I only want what
is best for you.  You see how healthy James' sperm are.  It would only take
a few minutes and you would be carrying a child that would look almost
exactly like one we could produce."

   And then James spoke up.  "You know Barb, I am a very religious man as
well.  I believe that God gives each of us the right to be happy.  And I
remember from reading my Bible, as I do daily, that God put in an
alternative for impregnating a wife if her husband was unable.  In fact it
was a capital sin for a brother to refuse to impregnate his brother's wife
if something happened to him.  Do you remember that passage?"

   "Yes," Barbara said.  "But that was in case of a brother's death before
he was able to produce his own sons.  It wasn't because his brother was
sterile."

   "Maybe so," James argued.  "But doesn't the same principle apply here?
Isn't it just as important to you to have a child, as it would have been
for that widow in the Bible?  Don't you think that God wants you to be
happy?"

   Just then the doorbell rang and my wife seemed glad for the
interruption. She made her way to the door and I heard her exclaim in
surprise, "I wasn't expecting you two, but come one in.  James and Bryan
are in the kitchen although you may be shocked at what they are proposing."

   To my extreme trepidation she returned followed by my mother and sister.

   My mother took one look at me and announced, "Well, I see that you are
back up to your old tricks.  I figured when you called and asked me to have
James come over that this was what you were doing.  I guess it was time
that Barb found out exactly what kind of a pervert you are anyway."

   "Well, mom, you will never believe what these two are proposing,"
Barbara announced.  "They want James to take me to bed and impregnate me.
What do you think of that idea?"

   "I think it is a wonderful idea," My mother stated.  "I know how much
you want a baby and having James's would be almost the same as having
Bryans.  I am 100% solidly behind the idea.  What do you think, Phyllis? 
Do you see any reason that Barbara should not have James baby?"

   "No reason in the world," replied my sister.  "I for one would like to
witness the event and since we are all here, maybe we could start now.  Is
that all right with you little brother?  Do you mind if we make this a
family affair.  Mom, you want to watch as well?"

   "Well, it is up to Barbara, but if she has no objection I would like to
witness the beginning of my grandchild's life."

   "I guess you have all made up you minds.  Is this what you really want
Bryan.  Are you fine with having James take me into our bed and plant a
baby in my belly?  And do you want to watch along with your mother and
sister?"

   "Yes, there is nothing that would make me happier?  Please let James
give you his seed."

   "Okay, then, James if you are ready let's go into the bedroom.  I guess
you will have to untie Bryan so he can join us."

   "Oh, that won't be necessary, I am sure that if each of us pick up a
corner we can allow Bryan to enjoy his bondage until we are through.  You
do want to stay tied while I take care of Barb, don't you?"

   I had no choice but to tell him what he wanted to here and shortly I was
taken to my bedroom and positioned where I would have a clear view of my
wife being violated by my rapist brother.  I swore that I would kill him
the first chance I got.

   Getting right into the act, my mother and my sister helped Barbara out
of her clothes and into the bed.  James soon joined her completely naked as
well.  Only then did Barbara really notice how big he was.  "Oh my," she
said.  "Are you sure, you two are brothers?  You sure could not tell it
from the waist down.  I am not sure I will be able to stand having that
monster put inside me.  I have never been with anyone but Bryan and you can
see for yourself how small he is."

   "Don't worry, I will be very gentle until you adjust to the size.  I
want this to be a pleasurable experience for you.  Just because our purpose
is a Godly one, does not mean that it cannot be a pleasurable one as well.
Here let me massage you a little to get your juices flowing."

   "Oh, my juices started flowing the minute I saw your penis.  And there
is something so very erotic about being naked with you, while your whole
family and my husband watches.  I am afraid that I am going to go straight
to hell, when I die."

   "Oh, I doubt that," James said.  "But I am going to try and make you
think you are in heaven for the next hour or so."

   "An hour?" my wife asked incredulously.  "Sex with Bryan never takes
more than a few minutes.  Oh, my I am so wet.  Please get me pregnant but
please be gentle."

   And with that she spread her legs as wide as she could and James
positioned himself between her legs.  He grabbed his cock and began slowly
rubbing it up and down Barbara's slit and she began to moan and thrash her
hips.  And then he entered her in one long thrust.  At first she cried out
in pain, having never been stretched that far before but then very quickly
she began thrusting her hips to meet him.  And I heard her say, "Dear
Jesus, I have never felt anything this good in my life."

   "Say it Barbara," James demanded.

   "What do you want me to say?" she asked.

   "Beg me to fuck you.  Beg me to shove my cock as deep into you as it
will go.  Beg for it slut?" I am sure that she must have been shocked by
what he was insisting on but to my amazement, I heard her say, "Yes,
please, fuck me.  Pound that big beautiful cock into my cunt.  Stretch me
out so much that my worthless piece of shit husband will never be able to
use me again.  Fuck me, James, Fuck me harder."

   And he did, for nearly an hour I had to endure hearing her scream out in
ecstasy as he pounded himself deep into her body.  And then finally I saw
his hips tense and I knew he was going to spray inside of my wife's cunt
with his fertile sperm.  I only prayed that she was not ovulating.  Maybe
there is a way out of this if we can only get through this one night.

   "Oh, my that was the most delicious thing I have ever done.  I am only
sorry that it is over.  I pray that I am now pregnant," she said.  "It
would be a shame for me to go to hell and not get what I set out to get."

   "Oh, don't worry, dear," my mother started.  "I am sure that James will
be glad to fuck you every day until he is sure that his sperm meet up with
your eggs.  In fact why don't you pack a few things and go with James to
his hotel.  That way you two can get to know each other and spend the next
couple of weeks making sure that you are fully knocked up.  I will stay
here and tend to my other child.  We have some getting reacquainted to do."

   "That is a wonderful idea.  I really don't want to see Bryan again until
my belly starts to swell anyway."

   And then when my brother and my wife had left to begin a period of
fucking to ensure that she would have a child, my mother turned to me and
said, "Now you little shit.  I have something special in mind for you.

   " Phyllis would you bring me the special tool we picked up from our
friend the vet?"

   "With pleasure, mom." And then she handed my mother a long tube with a
thin sharp wire protruding out of the end.  My stomach began to roll as I
thought I knew what that was for.

   "Do you know what this is used for?  It is what is used to castrate some
animals.  You see you simply put the wire around the testicles, tighten it
down and then give a hard yank and the balls are cut clean away from the
body.  It is such a simple process and if done quickly enough, fairly
painless.  But of course I am not going to do it quickly.  I am going to
take my time and make sure you feel every tiny bit of your sack being cut
through.  And then to make sure that you don't bleed to death we have some
caustic powder that I was promised would burn the wound closed so that you
would not succumb to the loss of blood.  And it was so nice of James to
already have your testicles tightened up with that rubber band.  Phyllis
why don't we take our time and really enjoy this?  Since I am going to get
the pleasure of removing his balls, why don't you have a little fun with
them first."

   "That sounds wonderful, what did you have in mind?"

   "Get that meat cutting board from the behind the stove and I bet there
is a meat tenderizer in one of those drawers."

   "Oh, I love the way you think, mom." And after rummaging around in the
kitchen drawers she came back with a small hammer with checkered groves cut
into it.  I recognized it immediately as something I had used many times to
tenderize tough cuts of meat.  And then she shoved the cutting board under
my balls attached a piece of string to them and handed the other end to my
mother.  "Stretch him out nice and tight mom.  Give me a good target."

   My mother did as my sister asked and then the meat tenderizer came down
solidly and smashed both of my testicles at once.  I passed out so I never
knew how many more times she struck me but when I woke up I was in a
hospital bed in what I knew was the same sanitarium I had resided in for so
long.

   I looked to the side and was surprised to see my mother sitting in a
chair apparently waiting for me to wake up.

   "I know you can't move, being restrained the way you are but concentrate
on your groin and tell me what you feel.  "Oh that's right you shouldn't
feel much of anything because you removed your testicles.  I guess it
doesn't matter because you wouldn't have had any further use for them.  By
the way, James wanted you to know how hard Barbara and He are working at
trying to have a baby.  They are fucking three times every day and she
wants that schedule to continue right up until she is so extended with
child that she can no longer stand it.  Oh, and James also wanted you to
see some pictures of your lovely wife sucking his cock.  I have watched and
she is really good.  Why I believe she could suck bowling balls through a
straw."

   "I don't understand, why you are doing this, you made it pretty clear
that you didn't want any more babies to raise."

   "And I still don't, in fact James doesn't either, but you would be
surprised how much some people will pay for a new born, white baby.  We
already have a buyer and when the time comes, Barbara will give birth,
without any painkillers of course in a clinic that specializes in selling
babies.  As soon as the umbilical cord is cut, the baby will be handed over
to the new owners."

   "Barbara, will never go along with that.  She wants a family so badly
she would never sell her baby."

   "Your slut of a wife has nothing to say about it.  As soon as James
tires of fucking her, we will lock her away in a safe place until it is
time for her to deliver.  After the sale is complete we will decide what to
do with her.  Maybe we will just wait a week or two and get her pregnant
again so we can sell another baby.  Or maybe we will just sell her to a
group that specializes in pain pigs.  In any case you won't be able to do
anything about it."

   "Your wrong about that," I shouted.  "I will get out of here and I will
come and find you and kill all three of you cock-suckers."

   "No, you will never get out of here.  This is your second stint and you
have already been declared a danger to yourself and others.  And that
little outburst you just made threatening to kill your family was caught on
tape.  No you will be here until the day you die."

   "And just so you know how much I want you to be happy here, I have a
friend that is one of the orderlies.  He is going to make sure that you
have plenty of piss to drink everyday that he is on duty.  He is also going
to coat the inside of your gown with nettle juice.  I hear that causes
unbelievable pain and itching.  And of course all your meals will have a
little something extra added to them.  So every time you eat, think of me.
Oh, I almost forgot, take a look at these pictures."

   And she held up some 8x10 glossies in front of my eyes.  They were
pictures of my wife's lips wrapped around James' cock and his pubic hair
against her lips.  And there were even a few of her with her mouth open and
full of cum.

   "As you can see, she is becoming a real slut.  It is too bad you never
got to experience her for yourself." And as she turned and headed for the
door I could hear her laughing hysterically."
   The end.