Stick It to Cleaver
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With the Beaver away on a weekend camping trip with his Boy Scout troop, Ward and June Cleaver were enjoying a quiet evening at home with their elder son, Wally. A senior and captain of the football team at Mayfield High, Wally was enthusiastically telling his parents about a new English teacher who had just moved to Mayfield from exotic California, who was doubling as an assistant football coach to earn some extra money. The three Cleavers were sitting around their dinner table playing cards when Wallly's friend Eddie Haskell stormed into their home, slamming the front door behind him.
"Eddie, what's the meaning of this?" Ward demanded.
"Yeah, Eddie, what's your problem? Gee," added Wally.
Eddie stamped over to the table and leaned over it, staring angrily at Ward.
"My problem? I'll tell you what my problem is," he said, glancing at Wally before returning his focus to Ward. "Your old man ratted me out."
"I did what?" asked Ward, looking incensed.
Eddie stood up. "You ratted me out to the owner of the Mayfield Golf Club. He was going to hire me as a manager after school and on weekends but he says you told him that I was unreliable and untrustworthy. I was counting on that job!"
Ward's posture changed from defensive to self-righteous. "Well of course I did Eddie. He's a friend and he asked me what I thought of you assuming that position and I told him honestly. You ARE untrustworthy. You proved that working as a caddy there."
Eddie pounded the table right in front of Ward. "Well you have a big nose and I'm going to teach you not to mess around in other people's business!" Eddie grabbed Ward by his admittedly large nose and yanked him forward across the table, slamming his face into the table. Ward, momentarily stunned by both having his head slammed into hard wood as well as the unexpectedness of Eddie's violence, was too startled to react, for the brawny manly Ward could have easily pummeled the scrawny punk Eddie into a pulp. But Eddie quickly grabbed the larger man's wrists, twisted them behind his back, and slapped a pair of handcuffs on them before he could think to act. Wally leaped up to assist his father and was greeted by pepper spray in his face. Eddie then slapped a second pair of handcuffs on Wally, too. June ran to the phone to call the police but Eddie stopped her and, twisting her arms behind her, led her back to her chair. In no time, all three Cleavers were Eddie's prisoners in the living room, Wally and June tied to their chairs with napkins as gags, Ward, his hands bound by the cuffs behind him, lashed around the neck by a dog collar and leash to a hook in the ceiling from which June customarily hung potted plants.
Eddie strode around the bound middle-aged man, hectoring him and watching him struggle in vain to escape. "Big man Ward Cleaver, leashed up like a little puppy. You're not such a hotshot now, are you Mr. C? Well, I don't think you're such a big man at all, really. Let's see, huh?"
Eddie walked around the elder Cleaver, admiring his rugged, handsome face and trim, athletic (for his age) physique. The perfect match for June, who was the hottest mom in town. And for that matter, he'd always found the boyishly handsome and well-built Wally attractive too. (He had to admit to himself that maybe this revenge wasn't really about revenge at all, but about something he'd wanted to do to the three elder Cleavers for a long time.)
But most of all, he had the hots for Ward. Something about the fatherly stud just made Eddie want to spank him like a bad little boy and stuff that self-righteous mouth with some food for thought. Maybe it was the fact that Ward represented the whole adult man's world that had always treated Eddie like a little punk. Maybe it was Ward's authoritative - or, to Eddie, authoritarian - manner. Maybe it was his movie star looks, which attracted women and reassured men. Or maybe it was his having watched the jealous stares from other men at the Golf Club as Ward Cleaver walked to the showers, his meaty dick and balls hanging halfway to his knees.
Eddie decided it was time to take his revenge up a notch. He walked around in front of Ward and, wearing his patented sneer, announced, "Okay, now it's time that you paid for all the times you've humiliated me, Mr. C." Grabbing Ward's golf shirt by both sides of its v-neck collar, he ripped the shirt open, then tore the remaining rags completely away from the older man's body. Ward angrily tried to lunge at Eddie, only to be stopped by the strangulating leash. He looked furiously at Eddie, his face gone red, and started to say something, but, seeing his wife and son bound and helplessly before this maniac punk, thought better of it and remained silent.
Ward's bare torso was revealed. His chest muscles were still firm and well defined; unlike most men his age he didn't have flabby chest muscles and tits like a 14 year old girl's. His nipples were larger than quarters but they were almost flat, taut like the pec muscles they capped. His stomach likewise was flat, with just the beginnings of love handles at the waist. His chest was covered by a thick mat of dark brown hair that was graying in the center and near the collarbone; the wiry hair flowed down as if through a narrow channel onto his stomach, where it again flared out in a furry swirl around his navel, with the promise of an even thicker patch below the belt.
Eddie ran his fingers through the abundant fur on Ward's chest. "Well, aren't you just one heck of a he-man, Mr. C! What a hairy chest you got here. But you know what?"
Summoning as much patience as he could muster, Ward controlled himself long enough to reply stoically and calmly, "No, Eddie. What?".
Eddie stared up at Ward, getting as close to getting in his face as the height disparity between them allowed. "I think you may look like a he-man, but you'll squeal like a little girl when you get your titties twisted!" And at that moment Eddie grabbed Ward's large brown nipples and twisted them mercilessly.
Ward let out a howl like a wounded bear. June and Wally struggled with their gags, trying to yell at Eddie, to order or even beg him to stop, but he just laughed at their muffled grunts. Eddie pulled Ward's body by the nipples, choking him and stretching his big walnut-brown nubs until they were half an inch long, then twisted them and let them go. Ward's body snapped back in a coughing howling fit. Eddie laughed at the older man's torment.
Eddie sank his fingers into Ward's luxuriant chest hair and then twisted his wrists sharply. Ward again howled with the pain of having his flesh ravaged and hairs ripped from his chest. Eddie repeated the torment but this time with the clumps of chest hair surrounding Ward's nipples, so that the older man's already-ravaged nipples were included in the torture. As Ward groaned with the pain, seemingly on the edge of bawling but fighting the urge, Eddie pulled his body forward, again choking the suburban father. When Ward had turned a particularly tormented shade of purple, Eddie pushed him away like a little boy. Ward, recovering his breath, coughed and wheezed, his face as flush with humiliation as lack of air.
Eddie grabbed Ward by the chin and forced him to look Eddie in the eye. "You're not such a big man, now are you? You wail like a woman when I pinch your titties! Now you're gonna be my human punching bag."
Eddie then took a short jab at Ward's right pectoral muscle. To his surprise, it felt more like a heavy canvas workout bag - like the hated kind Eddie had had to punch in junior high gym glass (before written instructions from his doctor got him out of the humiliation of gym class forever) - the ones that practically broke your wrists - than the fluffy flesh pillow he was expecting. The old man kept in pretty good shape - must be doing those Air Force exercises or watching Jack LaLane. Ward exhaled a single "whoooof" but gritted his teeth in defiance of his teen tormentor. Eddie punched Ward's other man-tit, again eliciting a groan. Enjoying himself now, Eddie started pounding Ward's chest, leaving red knuckle marks in the flesh under the sweat-soaked chest hair. Then he branched out, smashing Ward in his tight stomach and knocking the wind out of him.
Eddie turned to see how Wally and June were enjoying watching their studly husband and father being beaten up by an 18-year old boy-man. Wally was purple with frustrated rage, as expected. But June's expression was a lot more complicated. On the one hand she seemed understandably upset... but at the same time, he thought he saw a flicker of lust in her eyes and a bit of a smirk curling up at the edge of her mouth. Was it Eddie's imagination, or was June getting turned on seeing her big boss-man husband humiliated like this? Maybe she had long resented his authoritative ways, or maybe she was one of those women who secretly liked to dominate men or at least see them humiliated. It would explain her seemingly cool demeanor. Eddie did his own bit of smirking. This could be a lot more fun than even he had planned.
At any rate, it was time to turn up the heat on good ol' Ward - as much as he enjoyed tormenting the man's tits, Eddie was anxious to move on to the main course. He just wasn't sure if that was going to be Ward's dick, his balls, or his ass. Oh well, he thought, he'd figure that out in a minute. Time to take a good look at all three.
"Wally tells us you've never taken your belt off with him and the Beav," Eddie said as he slowly undid the buckle to the thin black belt holding up Ward's casual slacks. "Sorry I can't make the same promise, old man. And yes, I do intend to use it. After all, you've been a really bad boy where I'm concerned." As Eddie removed the belt, Ward's slacks slipped down from his waist to his hips.
"Okay, now, let's see if you really are as big a man as you think you are," Eddie said, chuckling, as he undid the waist button and unzipped the fly on Ward's slacks. Rather than letting the pants drop to the floor, Eddie roughly yanked them down to Ward's ankles, revealing a pair of white boxer shorts and muscular legs covered far more thickly with hair than is common with middle aged men, most of whom lose much of their leg hair in their twenties and thirties.
Eddie laughed to himself at the ridiculous picture Ward presented before grabbing the waistband to the boxer shorts and also yanking them to Ward's ankles.
Though Ward was still bound to the ceiling by the dog leash and collar, and he was naked but for pants swimming around his ankles, his argyle socks, and his polished loafers still on his feet, this picture was not in the least ridiculous.
Ward's penis, emerging from a thick dark mound of slightly graying pubic hair, was even longer and thicker than he remembered. Though soft, it was at least six inches long and as thick as a cucumber. It was also -- and despite having spied on Ward heading to the Golf Club shower countless times Eddie never realized it before -- uncircumcised. Having never really seen an uncut penis up close, Eddie had not realized what he was looking at before. He and all his friends had been trimmed at birth; Ward's own son Wallly was, Eddie knew that for sure. Ward had grown up on a farm out in the country, Eddie knew; apparently they didn't believe in circumcision in those days or out in the sticks. At any rate, Eddie found it far sexier than any penis he'd ever seen before (and he'd seen quite a few since realizing that he, like his idol James Dean, was bisexual), although he couldn't say why. It just seemed more manly, as if a trimmed cock was the work of overly fastidious women.
As turned on as he was by Ward's dick, the balls were probably even more enticing. Dick size among men varies a lot; balls seemingly less so. Guys either seemed to have small ones (like Lumpy) or average ones (like Wally). Ward's were the size of large hen's eggs and seemed to be set so tightly in his hairy sac that they might burst out at any moment. They also hung down past his long dick.
Eddie reached out and grabbed Ward's penis, pulling it (and with it, Ward) forward. "Look at your old man's weirdo dick, Wally" he said, mocking Ward's uncut member. "What is this thing?" he asked, tugging on the foreskin. "His dick doesn't even seem to have a head." Pulling up and down on the foreskin, but never pulling it down over the head, Eddie played with Ward's cock as if it were a toy. In spite of himself, Ward could feel his dick getting larger from the rough stimulation. Finally Eddie pulled the foreskin over the head, revealing a large, slightly pointed, plum-shaped knob over two inches long. "Oh there it is," Eddie said, laughing.
Next he went to work on Ward's balls. "Wow, look at these nuts, Wally!" he shouted. Wally's furious expression had changed by now and he too seemed unusually interested in his father's huge balls. Although he had seen his father nude before, it had always been a quick peep or stolen glance; now he was more or less forced to study his father's privates. Eddie could swear Wally looked somewhat jealous, resentful that he didn't inherit his father's family jewels.
Eddie scooped up the large man-eggs in his hand and slowly tightened his grip, applying just enough pressure to let Ward know that the slightest provocation would result in extreme pain, if not irreparable harm. Ward looked down worriedly, sweat pouring down his face and soaking his chest to a mat of wet fur. "Eddie please, don't..." Ward started to say, but Eddie just laughed so disdainfully that Ward simply shut up, not wanting to make the situation any worse. But as if in retaliation for Ward's speaking out of turn, Eddie wrapped his thumb and forefinger around the base of Ward's sac, his remaining fingers lightly resting on the plump, meaty balls. He slowly but forcefully pulled Ward's balls out and away from his body. Ward tried to ease the tension by moving with his captive manhood, but was restrained from doing so by the dog collar and leash. Ward was in the unfortunate position of being choked at both ends. As he started to gasp for air, Eddie twisted his balls around in the sac, tightening the skin and putting pressure on the sensitive orbs. Ward was groaning in pain and choking at the same time.
Eddie released the suburban stud's balls and swatted them away like twin tetherballs, watching them bounce from thigh to thigh. To what little extent that he could, Ward bent at the waist in agony.
Eddie strolled around behind Ward, soaking up the image of the big, manly father bound and helpless to protect his own manhood, let alone his captive wife and child. His eyes settled on Ward's round asscheeks. They were tight orbs of manflesh, covered with the same thick hair that covered his chest and, as Eddie had noticed, his legs as well. Eddie picked up Ward's belt.
"I hear you don't believe in whipping your boys, Mr. C. In fact, I hear they've never been spanked. But I also hear that you got a lot of whippings as a kid. So I bet you really hated getting a whipping, huh?"
"That's right, Eddie," Ward managed to grunt. "I don't believe in spanking. I don't think you need..."
"Oh shut up," Eddie said. "I don't really care what you think, you stuffed shirt. It's obvious that you needed a good whipping then, and you need one now!"
Ward shut up and, watching Eddie out of the corner of his eye, braced himself for what he knew was coming.
It didn't help.
With a loud crack the belt slashed Ward's hairy white ass, sending a flash of pain up Ward's spine like an electric shock as the middle aged man yelped like a dog hit with a broom. "Been a long time since you felt something like that, eh Mr. C?"
Ward just grunted something inaudible. "What's that, Mr. C? I didn't hear you!"
"I said, go to Hell, Eddie!" Ward muttered. June's eyes bugged a little, as did Wally's. Neither of them had ever heard the usually imperturbable Ward use swear words before.
"Oh my, what language! Why you really are a pompous, pious hypocrite, aren't you Mr. C? What would Revered Thoroughgood say about that kind of language? For that, I'll have to give you ten swats instead of the five I was planning." In fact, Eddie was planning to administer as many whippings as it took to get the old man to cry. He thought that would be a great way to humiliate the old bastard.
Eddie brought the belt down on Ward's ass again, this time with as much force as he could muster. "Awwwrrggh," Ward howled in a deep guttural voice and dropped his head, as if to start bawling. Eddie was delighted. But when he raised his face again Eddie saw that Ward was not only not tearing up but was also looking at Eddie dangerously, as if Eddie better watch out should Ward get free. But Eddie was hardly intimidated. The old man was in his power. And Eddie felt sure that a few more lashes of his own belt would remind Ward of that.
Eddie wound up and cracked the belt-whip against Ward's ass again, but this time lower, at the spot where the butt muscles joined the thighs - the most sensitive spot, in Eddie's mind. Ward again howled like a wounded bear. Eddie repeated the lashings until Ward's ass was covered with red welts. He even drew blood with one of them. But no matter how hard he hit, Ward had never broken down. His body was covered with sweat and his ass with red lashmarks, but no tears mingled with the sweat and blood. Eddie hated to admit it, but he was impressed. If, no.. when, he broke the old man it would be all the sweeter to have crushed a man's man than the suburban wimp Eddie thought Ward might turn out to actually be.
"Well, you take your whipping like a good little boy, Ward," Eddie said walking around to face Ward again, trying to unman the older man with words where he had failed to do so with the belt.
Eddie was surprised to see that his lashings had had an unforeseen effect: Ward's cock had grown longer and thicker. Could Ward actually be turned on by being spanked? How interesting, Eddie thought. Then, again, it was probably just an involuntary reaction.
"Hmmm," Eddie said, pulling up Ward's big dick and tugging it back and forth, "is it my imagination or is our boy Ward getting bigger on us?" Ward dropped his head, embarrassed. "Either you really do like getting whipped, or some of the blood rushing to your bottom took a detour."
Ward said nothing and continued to look at the ground.
"Well now I'm curious, just how big a boy are you, Ward? Maybe a few more lashes and we'll see..."
"No," shouted Ward. Then quieter, pleading: "Please, Eddie, haven't you had enough?"
"Not at all, my man" Eddie said, grinning. "But I will spare your bottom further hellfire - for now. I just thought of a better way to satisfy my curiosity anyway."
Eddie walked over to June. "Time to join your husband in the nude, Mrs. C!" Eddie announced. June went purple and muttered something inaudible in her gag, then tugged at her ropes, trying to break free. Eddie grabbed her housedress by the collar and ripped it in two, as he had done with Ward. Her smooth white shoulders were revealed, as was her bra, which supported her two firm breasts.
Ward and Wally both struggled with their bonds, furious to get free and protect their wife and mother. Wally was gagged but Ward threatened Eddie if he touched June again. Eddie dropped the torn dress cloth he was holding and walked over to Ward. He grabbed the older mans nuts again, but this time he squeezed hard, until Ward was howling uncontrollably with the pain. "If you speak up again I'm going to rip those right off and stuff them down your throat." Eddie said, with a smile, as if he would love the excuse to castrate Ward. He looked over at Wally, "And you pipe down too, Junior" Ward continued to moan as Eddie returned to June and proceeded to tear the rest of her dress off. June sat there, with her perfect posture, and her perfect breasts, stomach, and legs. For an old dame, she sure was a hot one. Eddie reached down and, with much fumbling, removed June's bra. Two beautiful breasts the size of large orange halves were revealed, with brown aureoles the size of half dollars and little nipples that stood up a good half inch or so.
Eddie then reached for June's panties and tore them off, revealing a small patch of blond pubes. What a beautiful snatch, Eddie thought. But then he realized something - the panties - they were soaking wet and reeking of female lust! Eddie's guess was right - June must have enjoyed seeing her hot he-man husband getting dominated and humiliated. He bet she would have loved doing it herself! Eddie was totally amused at the thought - June Cleaver, the seemingly obedient wife secretly enjoying the sexual humiliation of her husband and would-be master.
"What a beautiful chick you are even if you are old, Mrs. C," Eddie said, and for the first time ever he sounded to June Cleaver to be sincere. He reached down and removed the gag. "Why... why thank you, Eddie," June said, without thinking, looking up at him. She meant it, too.
"Okay, Mrs. C, you're going to help me figure out whether your old man is the big man everyone thinks he is or just another flaccid old guy," Eddie said as he untied her from the chair, leaving her wrists bound behind her. He helped her out of the chair and led her over to where Ward stood. Eddie could tell that the sight of the naked June was already having an effect on Ward. His cock seemed even more engorged and it was no longer hanging entirely limply.
Pushing down on June's shoulders, Eddie continued to explain to June. "You see, Mrs. C, I need you to suck on your husband's dick until it's hard." June looked up at him, shocked, but he could tell this was simply play-acting for her husband's sake. Eddie could tell she really wanted to do it.
For his part, Ward too acted outraged and began pleading with Eddie not to subject June to this degradation, etc. etc. but Eddie knew that even more than June - much, much more than June - Ward loved the idea of his wife sucking his cock. Eddie was sure she had never done so, and just as sure that both Cleavers had always loved the idea but never dared act on it.
"It's easy, Mrs. C, just pretend you are swallowing a banana..." Eddie guided June's lips onto Ward's cock, but from there she needed no further guidance. She took to Ward's sausage like a starving woman.
Ward's penis at this point had to be close to eight inches long and almost as big around, but she swallowed the thick meat down to the root. Eddie swore to himself that she must have secretly practiced swallowing her own fist. When she withdrew for air, the cock head had popped out of the foreskin and the entire member was half erect. She went down again, but the cock had grown and she could no longer swallow it down to Ward's pubic forest. When she withdrew the second time, Ward was fully erect. Eddie let her continue to lap at the turgid man-missile, because it seemed to swell more with each passing second.
Ward, meanwhile, had long since passed into a state of ecstasy he had seemingly never known before. His moans were to pleasure what his agonized howls and groans a few minutes previous had been to pain. Eddie began to fear that the old stud would come prematurely, so he grabbed June by the back of the hair and gently but forcefully pulled her off her husband's cock. Ward's cock twitched and spasmed, still on the verge of eruption.
"That's great, Mrs. C. Good job." June continued to stare at Ward's member like a woman possessed, but Eddie ignored her, leading her back to her chair. As she sat down Eddie could see the slick spot on the wood left by her pussy juice. It looked like a giant slug had crawled across it.
"Okay, now, let's see what we've got here!" Eddie said, reaching into his pocket for a tape measure. He worked one end of it through Ward's thick pubic thatch to the base of the cock and pulled the tape taught against the length of the penis to its end.
"Nine and a half inches! Pretty good, Mr. C," Eddie remarked. He measured the circumference of Ward's penis at the base. "Six and a quarter inches! Good for you, Mr. C!" Grabbing the stiff cock in his hands and looking from Ward to June, Eddie said, "We sure know how to get a rise out of the old guy, don't we Mrs. C?!" June blushed, but she also seemed to smile slightly.
Then he looked over at Wally, who seemed in awe of his dad's engorged manmeat. "What do you think, Wally? Is your dad's dick big or average? I bet you're an expert, being on the football team and all, huh? Don't you guys all service each other in the shower? Hmmm, don't want to answer, huh? Well, let's see how your dad stacks up to you, shall we?" Eddie of course already knew the answer, but relished the opportunity to humiliate his friend and rival. He strolled over to Wally's chair and proceeded to tear the high school boy-man's clothes off, as he had done to his father and mother. Wally turned red, struggled against his bonds, but it was all in vain; Eddie had him cuffed and helpless.
Once he had removed all of Wally's clothes but his shoes and socks, Eddie was delighted to see that Wally had apparently been extremely turned on watching his mother service his dad. His cock was standing up so straight it was almost flush against his belly, and a drop of precum had oozed from the pee slit. Unlike Ward's it was cut; also unlike Ward's it was only slightly larger than average. Eddie deployed his tape measure, then announced, "Six and a half inches long... four inches around. Yeah, Wally you definitely got shortchanged in this department. Then again, you're not as tall as your dad either, so I guess proportionally you're not that small." Wally blushed again, his eyes flaming hatred of Eddie for humiliating him and his family like this. But his engorged cock did not shrink any at this humiliation.
Eddie then did something unexpected. He started to strip. He removed his jacket and then unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a pale, hairless, shrunken chest, so bony that his ribs and sternum were revealed. For all his skinniness, however, his muscles lacked definition and he seemed downright flabby.
Nevertheless, Eddie stripped as if he were proud of his body. He removed his shoes next, then, unfastening his belt, he announced, "Okay Mrs. C... MR. C... get ready to see a real beaver cleaver!" And then Eddie dropped his pants and his undershorts with one quick motion, and stepped out of them.
June gasped, seemingly with delight as much as anything. Eddie turned to look at Ward, who stared in disbelief. As did Wally. Eddie laughed.
Jutting out from Eddie's body was the largest penis any of them had ever seen. Granted it was cut and not beautifully proportioned like Ward's and Wally's, as it was bloated in the middle and had a strangely shaped head, like a flattened mushroom, but it was huge. Grabbing the tape, Eddie measured himself. "Thirteen inches long... Seven inches around." He strolled over to June, his erect cock inches from her face. "What do you think, June? I guess your old man doesn't look like such a big deal now, huh?"
He wandered over to Ward. "So who's the he-man, now, little boy?" He looked down at Ward's cock, now softening and shriveling up as if in embarrassment. "Surely not you. Look at that, you're shrinking away." He turned to Wally, "Ever seen anyone on the football team with something like this? I didn't think so!"
Wally didn't know what to say. He'd never seen a cock anywhere near as large as his dad's, but Eddie made his dad's dick look like... well, as Eddie said, a little boy's. Wally now realized that Eddie's being exempt from gym class all these years - he claimed asthma, but everyone else assumed it was because in elementary school he had been less athletically capable than the lamest girl - meant that the one thing he could have bragged about was entirely secret - until now. It was ironic that Eddie had had to puff himself up in every other way when simply showing everyone his dick would have gained him the respect he so desperately craved. He wondered why Eddie had never found some pretext for showing off his naked body before. He could only assume that it was from some misplaced sense of shame from being a "freak." Well, Eddie obviously was no longer ashamed.
Eddie returned to where June was seated and helped her up off the chair. June followed, in a daze and unable to take her eyes off his giant cock, as Eddie guided her over to the dinner table and sat her down on it, then undid her cuffs and laid her down on it. Using her torn dress, he tied her wrists to the table legs at the opposite end.
"Get ready, Mrs. C, for something you've never felt before - a real man!"
"Get away from her this instant, Eddie!" roared an infuriated Ward.
Eddie turned angrily and strode over to where Ward was still helplessly bound. Reaching down, Eddie grabbed Ward's oversized balls and squeezed until the older man yelped with pain, then grabbing his nutsac in a chokehold, yanked and twisted the huge nuts as if he were going to tear them off. "One more word out of you, old man, and I'm really going to twist these right off of you! Now sit back and watch as your wife finally realizes what she's been missing all these years!"
Ward started to say something, but a frustrated exhalation was all he could manage. Wally, his cock still rock hard, looked ashamed of his father, rendered impotent in more ways than one by a punk like Eddie Haskell. The handsome hairy he-man just looked like a big pussy, punked by a puke like Eddie.
Eddie returned to June and pulled her legs up to the edge of the table and spread them apart. Her pussy was slick with lustful anticipation. Eddie rubbed the head of his massive cock against her moistened pussy lips, pushing in at the clitoris. June moaned and cried out with pleasure. Eddie ran his dickhead around her pussylips again, then rubbed June's clit with his dick in a slow, rhythmic, motion, up and down and around. June was cooing and groaning like an animal in heat.
Eddie slowly worked his cockhead into June's receptive cunthole, stretching her labia as they had never been stretched, despite her marriage to the big-dicked stud Ward. Then he withdrew teasingly. He repeated this action again and again, working his cock slowly in a little farther each time. June's pussy grew steadily wetter and more swollen and her cries and moans louder and wilder. Finally he had about five inches of cock in her; he slowly fucked her with just this tip of his cock now, not wanting to go any farther yet. But his girth had stretched her cuntlips and massaged her clitoris, and June was experiencing pleasure she had never dreamed of before. Eddie looked over at Ward, who was watching this scene with a look on his handsome face that combined jealousy, impotent rage, frustrated helplessness, the humiliation of the cuckold. His once-massive dick was now shriveled up to a mere five-inch link of limp sausage meat.
Wally, on the other hand, was watching in goggle-eyed fascination as his mother was plugged by his erstwhile friend. His cock had leaked so much precum that it looked like a stubby candle dripping with wax.
Eddie returned his focus to June, and as she was in the middle of a series of orgasms, he suddenly plunged his huge dick in all the way to the hilt. June screamed out in pain only to have that painful scream turn to a howl of ecstasy as Eddie withdrew. Again he plunged into her, then began to hump rapidly up and down. June moaned and sighed and screamed with pleasure, pulling helplessly at the ropes that bound her to the family dinner table. Ward hung his head in shame. He had always thought of himself as a good lover and a virile, well-endowed alpha male; but he had never pleasured his wife like that. He felt utterly unmanned.
Finally June's orgasms ceased and Eddie withdrew from her. His dick was still fully engorged. Eddie had not come; he was saving himself for the person he REALLY wanted to fuck.
Releasing June from the table, Eddie guided the dazed but fully satisfied housewife back to her chair and again bound her but this time didn't gag her. He figured he had left her speechless.
He then went over to Ward, who looked at him angrily and then looked down again.
"What's the matter, Mr. C? Jealous? That's okay, now it's YOUR turn!"
Ward looked at him in shock but before he could say anything his balls were once again in Eddie's merciless grip. "Now, don't do anything hasty or stupid, Mr. C. You wouldn't want me to have to repeat your last punishment, would you?"
Ward hesitated, then shook his head compliantly. Eddie untied the leash from the ceiling hook, then unfastened the choke collar from around Ward's neck, putting it around his ballsac and pulling tight until the now-warm metal chain rested on Ward's heavy balls. Eddie gave two sharp tugs on the leash to jiggle Ward's balls and remind him who was in control.
Grabbing Ward by his nipples and pulling downward, Eddie barked "On your knees, Cleaver!." Ward started to kneel. Eddie grabbed him by the hair and pushed down, while tugging lightly on the leash to jiggle Ward's balls again.
Eddie ran his forefinger along his penis, picking up a slick coating of June's pussyjuice.
"Your wife left her smelly juices all over my dick, Cleaver." Eddie stuck his finger under Ward's nose, then wiped it on Ward's lips insistently, forcing the finger into Ward's mouth. "Lick it clean, Cleaver."
Reluctantly, Ward licked the cuntjuice from Eddie's finger.
"Now suck on it. Get it all off." Ward complied.
"Okay, I think you know what's next..." Eddie started.
"Eddie, no, please.." Ward pleaded. Wasn't it enough for Ward to have to watch Eddie rape his wife - and worse, to watch her enjoying it as much as she did? But this... this was unthinkable. "Please Eddie, don't make me do that. It's unnatural. It's not something a man does..."
Eddie tugged sharply upward on the leash and gave the captive balls a light kick, causing Ward to moan in pain.
"Well, if it's not something a man does, then I can see to it that you aren't a man much longer. Do I make myself clear, Miss Cleaver?"
Ward groaned and, looking up at Eddie pitifully, nodded like a scolded schoolboy.
Eddie shoved his massive dick in Ward's face, pushing the head against his lips. Ward tried to turn his face away but Eddie just slapped Ward's lips and cheeks and jabbed the mature man's large nose with his massive tool.
"Open up, Cleaver." He commanded, with a sharp warning tug on Ward's leashed balls.
Ward slowly started to open his lips. Eddie rammed the first few inches of his cock into Ward's mouth. Ward emitted a surprised "mummmph" but Eddie pushed in a little farther, until about five inches of cock were past Ward's teeth.
"Now lick your wife's nasty smelly juices off of me! And be VERY thorough."
Eddie looked over at June and Wally. Both were watching with their eyes glazed over. Eddie was certain June was enjoying the further debasement of her pompous husband, and Wally was still as rigid as a steel pipe.
For a man so resistant to the act, Ward was giving pretty good head. He had excellent control of his tongue and didn't accidentally bite down much. Eddie could feel the excitement rising in the pit of his stomach, watching hairy he-man hotshot Ward Cleaver on his knees, sucking a teenager's cock. His cock.
Eddie pushed his dick farther down Ward's throat, causing the old man to gag, but a quick tug on the leash told Ward not to quit sucking. Eddie pulled his cock out of Ward's mouth, watching the suburban daddy stud drool and cough, catching his breath. Then, yanking Ward's head back by his well-groomed hair and rubbing his cockhead against Ward's lips, he again stuck his dick into Ward's mouth and pushed the first eight inches of his dick down Ward's throat.
Ward was a smart guy, Eddie had to give him that - he figured out how to open up his throat and breathe through his nose. Eddie inched his cock in farther, slowly, slowly, until the entire shaft was buried down Ward's throat and his pubes were mashed against the older man's lips and shoved up his nose. Eddie pumped back and forth, watching as Ward quickly mastered the difficult art of sucking a monster cock. Eddie grinned over at June, who was fascinated at her husband's homosexual prowess. She even, Eddie thought, looked a bit jealous of his abilities. For Eddie's part, if he didn't know better he'd swear Ward must spend all his hours at the Golf Club servicing other men in the showers.
Feeling that he was on the verge of orgasm, Eddie withdrew from Ward's mouth, leaving the older man to sputter and catch his breath. Then he pulled Ward by the hair and rammed his cock all the way down his throat in one quick, forceful motion. Ward choked and struggled, but with his arms bound behind him and Eddie holding him by the hair, he couldn't break free. Eddie yanked his cock free, allowing Ward to catch his breath, then inserted his penis again and rhythmically started to fuck Ward's handsome fatherly face. Ward struggled but was now able to keep up.
Once again finding himself on the verge of orgasm, Eddie quickly withdrew from Ward Cleaver's mouth and pushed the old man aside; his ankles bound by his dropped trousers, and his arms bound by handcuffs, Ward fell onto his side.
Eddie looked over at Wally's stiff member, which was literally quivering at the sight of his old man's humiliation, and smiled to himself. "Hey Wally, your old man is one excellent cocksucker! It's easy to see why he's been so successful in the business world!"
Wally replied something but it was garbled by the napkin-gag. "Maybe you'd like to try him out for yourself?" Eddie snickered. Wally's eyes grew wide, but whether from terror or excitement was a secret muffled by the gag.
"Come on Miss Cleaver!" Eddie snapped at Ward while simultaneously snapping the balls-leash like a whip. "We have another customer for you to service!"
Eddie tugged on the leash and walked toward Wally. Ward, unable to get to his knees quickly enough, groaned as his balls were yanked outward from his body, his sac stretched like neck of a water balloon filled to bursting. Eddie laughed as Ward righted himself on his knees and then worked his way across the floor on his knees. When you have a man by the balls, Eddie thought to himself, you can make him do anything. Even blow his own son.
Eddie tugged on the leash, running it under Wally's seated knees and pulling taut until Ward's chest was hugging Wally's thigh and his harried and humiliated but still handsome face was mere inches from Wally's throbbing erect cock. He grabbed Ward by the old man's slicked back hair, pulling the leash tight as he did so.
"Wally's never had a blowjob, have you Wally?" Wally looked angrily at Eddie, but them something in him dissolved and he turned red and shook his head as if in shame. "Well that's okay, Wally. You're about to!"
Eddie turned to face Ward, who immediately started begging Eddie: "No, Eddie please, not my own s---" but before he could continue Eddie forced his lips onto Wally's receptive bone. Wally's eyes fluttered with spasms of pleasure as Eddie forced his father's face up and down on his cock. Ward eventually gave in and started sucking and slurping Wally's cock on his own. Eddie caught June out of the corner of his eye grinding her cunt into her chair, excited into orgasm by this further unmanning of her own husband.
However distasteful Ward found blowing his own son to be, he didn't have to do it for long. Within two minutes Wally started moaning uncontrollably, his entire body flush, sweating, and convulsing. As Wally erupted in orgasm, Eddie kept Ward's head on his cock, preventing him from withdrawing in time to escape tasting the high school stud's cum. Ward bucked and fought but Eddie just commanded him sharply "Swallow it old man! Lick up every last drop! I'm not letting you up for air until you do."
With supreme reluctance, Ward complied. Eddie heard a resigned gulp, followed by a much bigger one, as Ward struggled to get his son's seed down his throat without gagging.
Eddie yanked Ward's head back, to check that he had indeed not let any cum escape. Eddie was delighted to see Ward's handsome, manly face sweaty, defeated, his lips and nose covered in pussy juice and semen. He looked exhausted and humiliated. But there were little pearls of cum remaining in Wally's pubic bush, so Eddie angrily grabbed Ward by the scalp again and pushing his nose into Wally's pubes, rubbed Ward's big nose in the thatch, wiping up the cum with Ward's nose and cheeks, the cum catching in his beard stubble and glistening on his nose.
Eddie laughed and pushed the old man aside, then looked at Wally, who was beaming and breathing heavily. Eddie removed the gag, then on an impulse bent over and planted his lips on Wally's mouth, French kissing the stunned schoolboy jock. Eddie kissed him long and passionately, and, no surprise to Eddie, Wally began to kiss him back passionately. Smiling to himself, Eddie yanked Wally away and started laughing in his face. Wally smiled sheepishly. He was hard again.
Grabbing Ward's leash, Eddie pulled the old man up on his knees, then commanded him to his feet. With intense effort, Ward managed to get up on his feet again. "Over here!" Eddie barked, dragging Ward to the dinner table where Eddie had recently "raped" a delighted June Cleaver. Ward shuffled along as fast as he could, but with his trousers around his ankles and his wrists handcuffed, his progress was clumsy and comical. When Ward's waist was at the table, Eddie pushed him face down on it.
Eddie then walked over to the bound Wally and released him from his chair, leading him, still handcuffed, over to where his father's naked ass poked up in the air. "Your father serviced you really well, wouldn't you say?" Wally nodded, smiling, remembering the sight of his manly, authoritative father forced to service Wally's own teenage cock like a woman. "Sure did, Eddie." "Well, now you have to return the favor." Wally looked puzzled and concerned. "Oh don't worry, Wally old boy... You've always kissed your dad's ass before, this won't be anything new for you. Well not much!" Eddie then forced Wally to his knees, his face right in front of his father's hairy, muscular, welt-covered asscheeks and beyond them, the heavy balls and cock dangling between his spread thighs. Ward turned around to see his son kneeling at his asshole, the look on his face one of dread and abject humiliation. Wally immediately found himself getting hard again at his father's debasement and fear. Wally suspected that, like himself, his father had a pretty good idea what Eddie had planned for him next.
"Okay, ass-kisser - get to work on your Dad's ass. Plant some big ol' wet smackers on his little man-pussy, because he's going to need all the lubrication he can get!" Eddie barked out a wicked chuckle as Ward groaned.
Wally edged his nose inside his father's asscrack - he couldn't spread the cheeks because his hands were still bound behind his back - and took a whiff. Ward Cleaver's impeccable grooming ensured that he was clean, but he had sweat a great deal in the last two hours and his asshole gave off a muskily masculine - not entirely unpleasant - smell. Wally tentatively licked his dad's asscrack, finding his way around the thick whirl of wiry hairs to the tiny bud of his asshole by feeling alone. Many hours of pussylicking had trained Wally well in the art of using his tongue to stimulate sexual arousal, and his long tongue was his own favorite body part. Wally licked around the hole and darted his tongue in and out of it in teasing motions. He stopped and removed his tongue and, craning his head between his father's thighs, licked the back and bottom of his huge, tight, low hanging ballsac. Ward moaned with pleasure and groaned with debasement and his flaccid cock grew noticeably longer and more bloated.
Having struck gold with his dad's 'nads, Wally returned to the asshole with renewed vigor, determined now to both pleasure and humiliate his father - to humiliate and dominate him by forcing him to accept pleasure from homosexual debasement with his son. His tongue worked its way into Ward's tight virgin bunghole like an angry fleshy tail, and while he couldn't reach the prostate gland that he knew from regular checkups with his overzealous doctor could be like a male clitoris when properly teased, he knew also that the sphincter could be as pleasurable to a man as pussylips to a woman. Within minutes of his expert tonguework, Ward was moaning like a bitch in heat, his cock bloating with excitement.
Eddie had watched all this with great interest and satisfaction, and was especially pleased that June was so seemingly excited by it. As far as what sexually excited June Cleaver, there seemed to be no low of humiliation too degrading for her husband to endure. Eddie took out a jar of petroleum jelly he's swiped from the Cleaver's medicine cabinet and started to lube his shaft. While he didn't care so much about Ward Cleaver's ass, he wanted what came next to be of the utmost pleasure for himself. He worked on the lubrication until it was just a fine slick film on his giant rod.
Eddie then stepped up and commanded Wally to stop. Wallly complied, a bit reluctantly, and crawled away from where his father's ass now poked at empty air, trying to impale itself on the tongue that had been pleasuring it. Ward turned around to see why the tonguework on his man-cunt had stopped when he saw Eddie pointing his throbbing monster cock toward Ward's helpless asshole. To Eddie's delight, a look of horror appeared on Ward's handsome mug. "No Eddie, please! You're too big! You'll rip me apart!"
"Big tough Ward Cleaver - afraid to face something his wife easily took! And had a great time doing it I might add!"
"Eddie, no, she's a woman, she's..."
"That's right, she's a woman. And you're a big tough man. Or that's what you tell everyone, anyway. Well, shut up and act like a man, then, Cleaver!"
Eddie grabbed Ward's red, raw, hairy asshcheeks roughly, causing the suburban stud to yelp like a whipped dog at the rough treatment of his belt-lashed flesh, and spread them, then positioned his giant cock at the entrance to Ward's tiny tight asshole. He pushed slightly, causing Ward to plead with him in what Eddie thought was a thoroughly unmasculine manner, but Eddie just laughed. "You've been ramming women with your beaver cleaver all your life, Mr C. Now see how you like it when your virgin mancunt gets rammed with something bigger -- a Cleaver cleaver!" Eddie thrust the head of his cock into Ward's spit-lubricated asshole.
Ward howled in pain - or humiliation - or both. Eddie laughed again and pushed in another inch. Wally and June were both watching, smiling broadly. Precum drooled from Wally's dick and June was writhing in a pool of her own female juice on her chair.
Eddie slapped the side of Ward's welt-covered ass and when the old man barked out in pain, thrust his cock in to the hilt. This time Ward screamed, a baritone scream, but somewhat feminine sounding nonetheless. Eddie kept his cock in place as Ward continued to moan in agony, but mixed in with the sounds of pain was the sound of a tormented pleasure. Eddie knew that the pressure on Ward's prostate must be as pleasurable as his stretched sphincter was painful. Slowly Eddie withdrew about an inch, then rammed his cock all the way in again, his own smaller balls smashing into Ward's oversize nuts. Then he withdrew about two inches, and rammed home again, once again jostling Ward's dangling goose eggs.
He repeated this action, withdrawing a little more each time, until he felt that he had stretched Ward out enough for a good fucking. Then he reached under Ward's torso as it lay flat across the table and ran his hands through the hard, hairy, sweat-soaked chest of Mayfield's most prominent citizen. He found the large helpless nipples and began to pull and twist them, but gently enough to be pleasurable, then slowly began to grind his huge cock in and out of the beleaguered father's ravaged asshole. Ward's moans still sounded like those of a man undergoing torture, but whether the torture was caused by intense pain or pleasure - or one masquerading as the other - Eddie doubted Ward himself knew.
Eddie continued to ram the old man's ass, slamming into his balls with each stroke, a double attack on his masculinity, all the while twisting his hairy mantits as if Ward were a teenage girl in the backseat of Eddie's car. Ward continued to moan and howl.
Eddie felt himself on the verge of coming and immediately withdrew from Ward's tight anus. He wanted to come fucking Ward in the missionary position, the studly father figure trapped below him like a subservient woman; Eddie wanted to watch the look of helplessness on Old Man Cleaver's face as Eddie pumped his hole with seed. He gave Ward a final slap on the ass, listened with a grin at the predictable groan, then, grabbing him by the right nipple, yanked the old man up and around until he was standing face to face with the conquered Ward Cleaver.
Ward hung his head in utter shame, for his humiliation now seemed total. Not only had he just had his ass raped by a teenager, but his own cock betrayed his apparent pleasure at the abuse. Ward Cleaver's big nine and a half-inch dick was as hard as a steel pipe and jutted at a 45 degree angle from his thick pubic bush! The engorged head was struggling to pop out of its fleshy sheath.
As a Seabee in the Pacific, a young Ward Cleaver had been warned that if captured by the Japs he might be raped, and that in 75% of such rapes men either achieved erection or orgasm or both; it didn't mean they enjoyed it or that they were queer (of course, this information came from the Brits, and everyone knew about THEM). Ward told himself that that was what was happening now. But he couldn't entirely believe it. As horrific as his abuse had been, he now felt himself on the verge of believing that he enjoyed it, and that if he enjoyed it then he must deserve it, and this horrified him much more.
Eddie snickered when he saw the engorged cock of the senior Cleaver. "Wow, get a load of Mr. C's little boner - I think he must like the rough treatment!" Eddie thrust his own erect, throbbing cock next to Ward's, batting it aside. Yet another humiliation for Ward: having always had the largest cock in any group he had been a member of - college football team, military unit, Country Club locker room -- he was now literally belittled by the most annoying teenage punk in town, Eddie Haskell. Next to Eddie's monster dick, Ward's looked like a boy's.
Ward didn't have time to ponder his shame because Eddie was now planning to extend and deepen it. Eddie had reached out and up (Ward was still a good four inches taller than both Eddie and Wally and seemed likely to always be taller) to Ward's hairy chest muscles and was running his hands roughly through the hair, cupping and squeezing the chest muscles underneath it as if they were a woman's breasts. He tugged and twisted the ample man-fur that grew luxuriantly on Ward's chest. When he reached the nipples, Eddie grabbed them roughly and pulled them out a good inch while Ward groaned in pain and pleasure, then pushed in hard, knocking Ward onto his back on the table.
Grabbing the leash, Eddie pulled Ward's balls up to where they flopped over the rockhard dick that tented up over Ward's stomach; the ball sac draped over the engorged tent pole and his balls each just barely rested on his stomach on either side of the almost-ten-inch tent pole cock. Eddie gave another tug and watched the oversize balls jiggle upward, then let them settle back to their resting position. He gave Ward a stern look of warning. "I'm going to take off your shoes and slacks. Try kicking me and your balls get it - for good." Eddie held both of Ward's hairy eggs between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. "Pop! Pop!" Eddie laughed. "Understand, punk?" Eddie sneered at the erstwhile authority figure. Ward nodded submissively.
Eddie removed the shoes and slacks, leaving the square old man-style argyle socks on Ward's feet, where their colorful, odd pattern looked comical, almost like something a clown would wear. Eddie grabbed the sock-covered ankles and spread his virile victim's hairy legs apart and stepped between them, then let go of the ankles. Lying on his bound wrists as he was, Ward's chest and abdomen were thrust forward invitingly. Eddie leaned over and, his left hand massaging Ward's left nipple, settled his lips on Ward's right nipple and licked, bit, and sucked until the older man was groaning with a mind-numbing mix of pleasure and pain. Eddie then switched nipples and sucked the left one as his right hand tormented the right nipple.
Eddie stood up and looked down at his studly conquest. Ward's eyes were glazed and glassy, his hairy chest and legs matted with sweat. The leash holding his captive balls was draped to the side, the weight of the choker chain holding them up and away from his asshole. The fleshy area between Ward's legs where they would have hung down looked oddly like a woman's crotch without the vaginal slit; the hair covering the ridge of skin even looked like pussy-hair. With his balls stretched out of the way, Ward's hairy asshole looked invitingly like a slightly misplaced vagina.
Eddie looked around. June and Wally were as rapt as ever. On Ward's face was an odd mix of fear, steely determination, and humiliation; he knew the worst was yet to come. Eddie was not going to disappoint him.
Grabbing Ward's nipples and the tit muscles around them tightly in his fists, Eddie pulled until the nipples stretched almost an inch from their hairy nests on Ward's chest. Ward moaned and groaned in a way that made it impossible to determine whether he was experiencing great pleasure or great pain, and Eddie had no doubt it was an accurate reflection of Ward's mental state. Using the mantits as handgrips, Eddie placed his huge dick at the entrance to Ward's asshole, then pulled his hips toward Ward, slamming his dick into the helpless he-man's tight ass cavity. Ward howled like a madman at the pain and the pleasure mixed in with it. The fucking he'd already endured had in no way prepared him for more. His until recently virgin asshole was still too tight for that.
Eddie had only managed to get about four inches of cock into Ward's tight he-twat, so pulling hard on the mantits again, he pulled himself another four inches into his victim's anus. He slowly withdrew almost the entire length of his penis, leaving the largest part of his dick, the head, nestled in the tightest part of Ward's ass, the sphincter ring. Eddie worked it in and out in slight increments, loosening the tight loop of muscle. Then with another pull-up by means of Ward's tits, drilled his cock back into Ward, reclaiming the entire eight inches he had just vacated, eliciting a strange growl-groan from Ward. Eddie again withdrew back to the comfortable refuge of his cockhead nestled in Ward's assbud.
Again pulling himself by Ward's ravaged tits, this time Eddie steadily thrust until the entire cock was slammed into Ward's ass up to the hilt. Ward's head raised up as he bellowed out a guttural scream, the old man's body spasming uncontrollably like a vampire wrestling to extract himself from the spike erotically impaling him.
Eddie was merciless. He ground his hips into Ward as he pulled and twisted the older man's nipples and chest hair. He withdrew and thrust into Ward again, hard, as if stabbing him. Ward wailed. Eddie thrust again. Then again. And again. Faster, and faster, Ward groaning and moaning and howling and almost sobbing with pleasure and pain. Ward's balls flopped off his erect cock, falling into the danger zone where Eddie's piledriver was enlarging Ward's sewer tunnel. Eddie smashed his belly into the huge nuts recklessly, causing another howl of pain from Ward, but by now he was so far gone in the pain/pleasure state of the former-man-made-bitch that the abuse to his balls was actually pleasurable. Nevertheless, Eddie subsequently rammed his gut into the big balls more gently, determined that the old man's humiliation would be that much greater if he enjoyed his rape rather than merely survived it.
Eddie kept tugging on the left nipple but now dropped his right hand to Ward's steelhard member and worked the precum inside the foreskin, then gripping the cock tightly worked the foreskin up and down as he worked his own cock in and out. Eddie slammed into Ward harder and faster, Ward's balls now straddling Eddie's thick dick such that Eddie's thrusts massaged them and Ward's ballsac with a rough electric friction. Eddie felt himself on the verge of coming, and it took all his self-control to keep from doing so. Eddie was determined that Ward would come at the same time as he did.
Fortunately, Ward too was on the verge of orgasm. His breathing grew rapid and shallow, his moans those of a man in the throes of unbearable pleasure. Eddie worked the old man's big cock faster and faster, feeling it growing ever thicker. Then, with a sudden spasm, Ward arched his back, howled like a man possessed, and erupted in Eddie's grip. A thick jet of cum shot from Ward's dick, landing in his face and on his chest. Eddie was impressed - the old guy shot cum like a teenager. But that was just the start. Three or four similar jets shot from the handsome elder stud's big dick, covering his hairy chest and stomach with sticky opalescent fluid. Eddie continued to milk Ward's cock like a dairy farmer, with one hand jacking the oversized dick and the other massaging the huge balls. Ward writhed and groaned and wailed and arched his back. All the while, Eddie continued to fuck his asshole hard.
As Ward's glazed eyes seemed to be refocusing on his environment, Eddie continued to force pleasure on him by continuing to jack his dick. Scooping a big glob of cum and sweaty chest hair from the crevice between Ward's drenched mantits, Eddie forcefully smeared it all over Ward's nostrils and lips, then forced open his lips and ordered him to eat it. Ward, still shuddering with each stroke of ecstasy forced on him by the masterful hand on his dick, complied submissively, by now perhaps even willingly. Eddie commanded him to suck his fingers clean and the middle-aged man obeyed without a word of protest.
Eddie by now was so turned on by his conquest of the masculine father figure that he knew he too was going to cum very soon. He smashed into Ward's tight mancunt again and again, then, as he felt himself about to come, withdrew and forced his massive dick into Ward's surprised mouth and started fucking Ward's handsome face. Ward gagged but recovered and continued to take the massive tool as it exploded with what seemed like a quart of jism down his throat. All the while Eddie continued to work Ward's dick, milking the last drops of cum and pleasure from it. When Ward had swallowed Eddie's own last drop, Eddie withdrew his huge dick from the conquered and degraded daddy-bitch. Ward lay there, exhausted, defeated, debased, bewildered about what had just happened to him.
Eddie wasn't interested in sticking around to share hugs with his three victim-lovers. "Lumpy!" he shouted. "We're done. Did you get all that?"
To the shock and further embarrassment of all three Cleavers, a large, goofy, familiar face emerged from the living room shadows. He must have crept in while they were still dealing with the surprise of Eddie's outburst, they all later surmised.
"I sure did, Eddie. It was so cool! He stood over Ward Cleaver, snickering. "If my old man ever sees this movie film," Lumpy said, patting his camera, "you're finished, Cleaver. He'll own your ass! He'll get your job and he'll be the boss, not you! You'd be lucky if he let you be his janitor! Or his secretary ha ha ha! 'Hello, this is Miss Cleaver, formerly Mister Cleaver, how may I help you? I suck dick and take it up the ass, just like a real secretary, so come on big boy!' Ha ha ha! You better be real nice to me from now on."
"That's right, Cleavers" Eddie said, but scowled reprovingly at the too-enthusiastic Lumpy, who got the message and sheepishly turned away " - but no one is ever going to see it, except for me and Lumpy here, just so long as you keep your mouths shut. After all, you don't want the good people of Mayfield seeing Mr. Cleaver sucking his own son's dick, or his son licking his father's asshole, or Mrs. Cleaver cheating on her husband with some teenage stud whose face has been carefully blacked out. Do I make myself clear, Cleavers?"
All three Cleavers nodded grimly.
"Good," said Eddie, chuckling. "Because I plan for us to do this again, and soon. You three are really good lays, you know that? Especially you, Mr. C - you're a great little bitch! Oh, and, you owe me a job, Ward. So either get me that job at the Country Club or I'm going to come work in your office."
Eddie laughed and threw the handcuff key at Ward. It landed in a sticky pool of cum on his chest. Then he and Lumpy walked out the front door, laughing and talking excitedly about Eddie's conquest of bigshot executive Old Man Cleaver, his beautiful wife, and his star athlete son.
...
Eddie Haskell woke with a start. His crotch was already feeling cold from where his nocturnal emission soaked his pajama bottoms, but his skinny six inch cock (well, five and three quarters inches... okay, five and a half inches) was still rigid. He peeled his soaking pajama bottom off and wadded it into a ball and tossed it on his bedroom floor. Then he pulled the covers back up to his chin. It was still early - he didn't need to get ready for school for an hour. He groaned to himself at the thought of enduring one final year of high school even if, at 18, he believed he was an adult who had outgrown it. He lay there pondering his dream.
He guessed he shouldn't have been so surprised. He had known for years that he liked boys and not girls, a secret he struggled to keep to himself. But he hadn't realized before why he liked hanging out at Wally's house so much. He always thought it was because he had a crush on Wally and liked sitting on his bed and imagining the two of them there, but now he realized he'd been suppressing lust for Mr. Cleaver. It was bad enough being so abnormal as to like boys and not girls - but to crush on an old guy like Mr. Cleaver - that seemed really wrong. But as he thought about the last time he'd smuggled a peek at Mr. C in the shower at the Mayfield Golf Club - where Mr. Cleaver had in fact helped him get a job - he realized the old guy really did turn him on more than any guy in Mayfield. Mr. Cleaver had a nice hairy chest and a good body for an old guy, and unlike Eddie he really was hung at least as well as he had been in Eddie's dream (and as in Eddie's dream the real life Mr. C was uncut as well). Well, he'd never seen Mr. Cleaver erect, but soft he was at least six or eight inches long - Eddie had to wonder if his dream hadn't in fact underestimated the old guy.
And then Eddie realized that he had to find out. He had to see Ward Cleaver's erect penis. No - he had to touch it. And the rest of Mr. C too. He had to get the old guy in the buff and, like the Eddie in his dream, make Mr. C his sex slave. And as he thought about it a little more he realized just how he was going to make this dream come true.
(to be continued...)