Flash story about what happens when the Cuck's brother shows up.
"Get me another drink, Cuck, then you can go upstairs and clean her up."
"Yes sir," Tim said and then shuffled off to the kitchen.
Big Don chuckled as he watched Tim's naked ass shuffle off to do his bidding. Don had just fucked Tim's wife, Amy, and left her half comatose in their marital bed. He plopped down on the comfortable leather recliner that used to be "Tim's chair" and pulled a nice cigar from the silver case on the end table.
Just as he reached for the lighter the doorbell rang. "Get the door, Cuck!"
Tim was out of earshot and did not respond. Suddenly there was a fist pounding on the door.
"Fuck!' Don yelled and stood and stomped to the door. He wrapped one meaty paw around the handle and jerked the door open.
There before him was Tim, except he was fully clothed and he was holding something in his hand.
"How the fuck did y ... Uhhhhhhhh!" Big Don twitched uncontrollably as the voltage from the taser paralyzed him. The second Tim pressed the taser against Don's naked chest as he spasmed and fell backward. The second Tim stepped through the door and kicked it shut behind him.
When Big Don came around he found himself zip-tied to a metal post. He shook his head and slowly realized he was sitting on a wooden chair that was pushed up against the metal support post. He looked around, he was in the basement. "This is the same fucking post we had tied Tim to when I first came here with Amy! What the fuck is going on?" Don's foggy mind asked as his vision continued to clear.
"Well, welcome back, asshole. I'm sure you recognize this basement as the place where you and that bitch tortured my baby brother."
"Brother? I didn't know Timmy had a brother. Why the fuck are you here?"
"My brother and I have not spoken in three years. We last spoke on his wedding day when I begged him not to marry that cheating skank," Tom said as he pointed to the unconscious form zip-tied to another support pole.
"Where's Timmy? ... HEY CUCK, GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE! "Don yelled.
Tom laughed, "Tim is sleeping and he'll be sleeping for several more hours. But he's no longer your concern. Now you have to deal with me."
Big Don laughed loudly, "So what? Do you need me to fuck your wife too? Shit Pal, all you had to do was ask."
Tom stepped closer. Don could see he was wearing tight leather gloves. While he couldn't see the brass knuckles sewn into the gloves, he surely felt them when Tom's fist smashed into his face.
"Ya see, Don, I'm here to help you make an attitude adjustment. You mistakenly believed you could smack my little brother around and fuck his worthless cunt of a wife and no one could stop you. Well, you were mistaken, and before I leave here tonight, I'm certain you will have seen the error of your ways."
"Wait! Please! She asked me to fuck her. She said he wanted it! I thought I was doing what he wanted."
Don tried to recoil, but the backhand was too fast. The blow spun his head sideways.
Tom leaned into his battered face. "So, you actually thought Tim wanted you to beat him when he tried to throw you and that bitch out of the house? That he wanted to be tied up and forced to watch you fuck that whore? And what? You thought he was just faking it when he screamed in pain while you held him and that sadistic bitch kicked him in the nuts?
"When she brought you home with her, she told you she wanted you to fuck him up, didn't she? Just a day after he had her served with divorce papers, she finds you to help her put Tim in his place. I'm sure she told you the plan was to torture him until he broke and agreed to serve the two of you."
"Yes! Yes, Oh God, she said she'd fuck me silly and pay me five grand. Please, let me go. It was all her idea. Please, just let me go and you'll never see me again."
Tom patted his smashed cheek, "There, there, Donny-Boy. I'm going to give you a chance to earn your freedom." Then Tom pressed the taser to Don's chest. Don jolted and then collapsed into unconsciousness.