Author's note: I do not now, nor never will I, agree to non-consenting abuse. Pain and servitude are just fine, as long as ALL parties agree to it and are capable of walking out of it when they desire. However, this is a work of fiction and fantasy, and as there are no real characters involved...Enjoy!
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Jacob Broward was evil. He knew it. He didn't care. He relished his inner core of meanness wrapped around his choirboy looks. He'd used those looks to get in close to what he wanted, then rely on his manipulative, greedy skills to achieve it. If that didn't work, well, there was always daddy's money.
At 17, he used his looks to convince May, then 16, to go on a date with him. Even May's mother liked him. He'd taken her to the promised movie, but detoured to the lake on the way home and raped her. He'd told her lies about what his father's money could do to prove him right and any accusations she might levy against him wrong. Cowed, she submitted.
A few months later, May found out she was pregnant. Her father demanded to know who the father was, but it was obvious since May had only gone out once, with Jacob. Her father, a huge, beefy steelworker, went over to Jacob's house and had a "discussion" with Jacob and his father. The discussion involved lots of bruises and a broken nose, but Jacob's father refused to call the police to protect his son's image. They agreed, after a fashion, that Jacob and May would get married.
May's wedding day began her descent into hell. From the first day, Jacob abused her verbally, but the fear of her father kept him from laying a hand on her. Their first son, Jacob Jr, was born 5 months after the wedding. Their second, Kyle, was born a scant 11 months after Jake. The third, and final, Mikey, was born almost three years after Kyle. It wasn't birth control or Jacob's lack of fucking May that created the gap between Kyle and Mikey, however. Jacob had discovered May's asshole, and found that he could fuck her without either getting her pregnant or giving her any satisfaction. Then he told her to go get her tubes tied, not even taking her or picking her up from the hospital when she did.
May attempted to leave Jacob several times. Each time, however, Jacob threatened her and the children both financially and physically. Each time she caved in, taking hope in the fact that at least he never physically harmed her. It also helped that Jacob's father owned a chain of department stores, and had given two of them for Jacob to manage. Jacob was financially well-off and her sons were well taken care of, but May didn't see very much of the money.
Then the worse imaginable thing happened: May's father, the source of Jacob's good behavior, suffered a massive heart attack at work. Her mother, whose health was already frail, followed him a few years later. May was inconsolable and didn't realize the ramifications of her father's death.
By that time, Jake was 18, Kyle was 17, and Mikey was 14. Both older boys had inherited both their father's good looks and mean streak. Jacob doted on the two older boys and virtually ignored Mikey, calling him "momma's boy" and "pussy". The "momma's boy" attribute was true, however; Mikey adored and doted on his mother. There were two definite camps in the house: Jacob, Jake, and Kyle on one side, May and Mikey on the other.
Jacob's physical abuse of May started small, biting her nipples hard during sex then progressing to slapping her around when the mood suited him. When it happened in front of Mikey, he would rise to her defense, but Jake and Kyle defended their father and would beat Mikey down.
Late one night, May was sitting at the kitchen table while Jacob was watching TV in the living room. Jake, who had gone out on a date earlier in the evening, came in through the back door. He was holding one cheek with his hand, and rushed through the kitchen to avoid May.
"Jake, come here," May said. Jake stopped in his tracks, but didn't turn around. May walked up to him and said, "What's wrong with your face?" "Nothing, Mom," Jake said sullenly.
She pulled his hand away to discover deep scratches across his cheek. "Jake! What happened to you!?!?" May exclaimed. "Nothing," Jake replied, looking down at the ground. "Just a misunderstanding between me and Melissa."
"What kind of misunderstanding?" May accused. "What did you do?"
Jake looked defiantly at his mother. "That little bitch has been cock-teasing me for years. I just showed her what happens to cock teasers. She tried to put up a fight, but I fucked the shit out of her."
May slapped him hard across his face. "You little bastard," she screamed, all the more incredible since May never cursed. "You're a raping little bastard just like your father."
"Fuck you, mom," Jake sneered. "I'll do what I damn well want to."
She pulled back her hand to slap him again, but Jacob had come up behind her and grabbed her hand. "Don't hit my son," Jacob growled. He yanked her arm backwards, causing May to lose her balance and fall to the floor. Half sitting, half laying on the floor with her legs sprawled out, she screamed up at Jacob. "Your son is a raping bastard just like you, Jacob. And for your information, Kyle isn't far behind him. I guess you'll pat him on the back after his first rape, too, won't you??"
Jacob reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked it. "My sons are exactly what I taught them to be, bitch. If there's something they want, they take it. None of this mealymouthed bullshit that you're trying to teach them."
