Date: Sat, 18 May 2013 06:11:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Topseed
Subject: Stick It to Cleaver

Stick It to Cleaver

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not intended to imply anything about the sexuality of the celebrities who
portrayed these characters or any personal knowledge about their private
lives. No real people are depicted in this piece of fiction. This story
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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...)