Malcolm In The MIddle - m/m/m/m/

Chapter One: Naughty, Naughty Malcolm…


Malcolm was sitting at his desk doing his homework like the good honor student that he is. However, he was finding it impossible to concentrate. For some reasons the “0” in his math homework kept on pairing up with the “1’s” and he kept on seeing the picture of a penis and testicles in his mind. He shook that image out of his mind but he had to admit that he hadn’t jacked off for days. He looked over his shoulder and saw his brother’s Reese’s jock strap hanging on the edge of his bed. He had the urge to strip naked and put on his brothers jock strap and masturbate with that. He threw his math homework onto the floor and began taking off his shirt. In a moment he was only wearing his sneakers, socks, and a pair of plaid boxers. He stuck his hand down his shorts and began to stroke his limp dick. He pulled his penis out and sat on Reese’s bed when he heard a knocking on his door.

“Wait – I’m changing!” Malcolm yelled as he quickly stuffed one of his brother’s pillows over his hard dick.

The door slammed open and in came Hal.

“Hey, Malcolm I was wondering if you could help me with – what the hell are you doing!?” Hal screamed as he dropped his check book in alarm.

“Dad!” Malcolm shouted as he surprisingly felt a twitch of pleasure in his already hard dick. “It’s not what it looks like! I-It’s…”

“No!” Hal shouted as he ran over to his disobedient son. “I know exactly what you’re doing! You’re sealing your Reese’s pillow!”

“What?” Malcolm shouted as he pushed his brother’s pillow harder on his dick to hide his erection. “I was… uh…”

“No!” Hal said as he sat on the bed next to his practically naked son. “What did I tell you about stealing your brother’s pillows?” Hal put his hand on Reese’s pillow only inches from his sons erect dick. Malcolm once again felt his dick give another pleasurable twitch as he felt his dads large hands only separated from his dick by a layer of white feathers.

“Give your brother his pillow back!” Hal said as he grabbed the pillow and began to yank it from Malcolm’s grasp.

“Dad – don’t!” Malcolm yelled, his voice cracking in fear. He was desperately holding the pillow to cover his throbbing penis. But his dad’s superior muscles ripped the pillow off.

“Aha! I got it…” Hal put the pillow next to him and then looked at his son. “Oh, my God…” Hal’s eyes looked at his son’s hard dick as it bounced out of the fly of his son’s boxers. Hal suddenly figured out what was going on and gasped.

“You are not doing what I think you are doing!” Hal screamed as he quickly averted his eyes.

“No – Dad, wait… Malcolm said as he quickly tucked his penis into the spandex strap of his boxers, in vain to hide his boyhood. However, 1/3 of his penis showed through the strap and his tip hit his bellybutton.

“No!” Hal said as he stood up, red in the face. “I cannot believe this! I didn’t jack off until after marriage!” Hal paced the room quickly and then looked back at Malcolm. “Okay, well not really… but I did not expect this from you! I admit I’ve caught Francis jacking his little giant – in the shower, in the woods, in the back of the car as I drive him to school, even in my bed with me – but I’ve expected that – he’s hot. And I’ve seen Reese pleasure himself a million times – tied up to a tree with his dick covered in peanut butter and have the town dogs lick his penis, jacking off under the desk in the middle of class, even jacking off under the dinner table. For God’s sake – I’ve even seen Dewy hump a hole cut in his stuffed animal!”

“Then why do you care if I do it?” Malcolm asked.

“Because you’re not the hot one. And you’re the smart one – I cannot believe your doing this!” Hal said as he sat next to Malcolm again and beat his fist into his other hand.

“This is not fair!” Malcolm screamed. “Just because I’m not as hot as my other brother’s, doesn’t mean that I don’t get to jack off!”

“Yes it does! You are so grounded!” Hal said as looked at his son with a furious look. “I’m going to punish you so much!”

Malcolm looked up at his dad in fear but couldn’t help but feel pleasure.

“First I’m going to give you a titty-twister!” Hal screamed as he stuck his two hands onto his son’s chest. Malcolm squirmed as his dad quickly grabbed his nipples. Hal let out a smile and twisted each of his son’s nipples in either direction. Malcolm screamed but he felt his dick harden even more. His dad began to pinch his son’s nipples as hard as he can and twist them in opposite directions and then switched. Malcolm bit his tongue to help from screaming but couldn’t help but feeling pleasure. Hal let out a grunt of satisfaction and pushed his son onto his back. The fall caused his penis to slip out of his strap and fit through his fly again. His hard dick and his balls were hanging out in the open and Malcolm was lying on his back panting.

“There?” Hal said with a dirty smile on. “Did that feel good?” Malcolm let out a small whine and put his hands on his nipples to soothe them. “Now… what torture should I do next?” Hal saw Malcolm’s egg-shaped balls hanging out in the air and had a sudden urge to squeeze them. “Second, I’m going to squeeze your balls…”

“No Dad!” Malcolm yelled as he tried to sit up to stop his dad. But his dad threw himself on his son and Hal put his knees on Malcolm’s knees to keep his legs from thrashing. With one hand he grabbed both of Malcolm’s wrists and held his son’s hands against the bed.

“No, Dad, no!” Malcolm wailed but he noticed that as his dad lay on top of him Malcolm’s dick was touching the crotch of his dad’s pants every time his dad got to close. Malcolm suddenly imagined his dick playing with his dads sagging balls – but that image was instantly cut out as his dad’s large hand suddenly cupped around his hairless nuts. Malcolm almost ejaculated as he felt his dad’s hand on his balls but then his dad started squeezing. Malcolm started screaming and squirmed but every time he squirmed his dad’s fist would touch the base of his cock. Soon his screams were a mixture of pain and pleasure. Hal grunted as his fist squeezed harder to punish his son, and he was also having trouble trying to restrain Malcolm who still had a hard penis for some reason.

“Okay!” Hal screamed after three minutes and wiped his hands on his face. Malcolm let out a small grunt and quickly covered his throbbing balls with his hand. But his hands so close to his balls gave him the sudden urge to jack off again with the memory of his dad pinching his nipples and squeezing his balls still fresh in his mind. He began to jack off as his dad leaned against Reese’s bed post with a smile. He noticed his son’s grunts and he looked over to see Malcolm stroking his dick, about to cum.

“Are you kidding!?” Hal said as he grabbed his sons hand from his pulsing penis. “I was going to stop but now I’m going to have to spank you!” Hal grabbed Malcolm by the love handles and spun him around on his bed. He grabbed his son by the strap of his boxers and pulled him towards him until Malcolm’s torso was on the bed and he knees were on the ground. His butt was on the edge of the bed in perfect view. Hal first yanked Malcolm’s leg in the air and pulled off one of his sneakers. He then ripped off one of his son’s sock and then dropped his son’s leg. He grabbed the smelly sock and stuffed it into his son’s mouth. Malcolm felt a small thrill of ecstasy as his mouth was gagged and when he felt his anus spread open by his position. He imagined his father’s hard dick thrusting up his butt shaft. However, he knew that wouldn’t be the outcome as he heard his dad unbuckle his leather belt.

“Now I hope this’ll teach you a lesson!” Hal said as he took his black, leather belt and folded it in half to get prepared. He took a practice swing and sliced his belt through the air. “Don’t worry – I’m an expert at the art of spanking. I still spank Francis up to this day and I am still spanked by your grandpa. I just hoped that it would never amount to me spanking you!” He did a quick shot at Malcolm’s butt and Malcolm’s scream was stifled by his bunched up sock. Hal gave his son two more whacks on either one of his sons pale buttocks and then got a thought.

“Wait a minute…” Hal said as he draped his belt over his shoulder. “Why are you still wearing boxers? I bet you can’t even feel the sting of my belt!” Hal sat on the bed and then grabbed Malcolm around his waist and pulled him over his knees. Malcolm’s face was pressed against the ground with his sock gag still in his mouth. Malcolm’s butt was directly in the middle of Hal’s two thighs and had his legs dangling in the air. And his hard cock and balls were pressed between his father’s muscular thighs. Hal ripped his son’s boxers down to Malcolm’s knees binding his thrashing thighs together.

Hal began thrashing his leather belt against Malcolm’s pale butt as Malcolm let out muffled screams and as his legs thrashed in the air threatening to rip his cloth boxers. Hal had to use his other hand to keep his son’s legs from thrashing about too much. Each whip of the belt also made Malcolm’s thighs thrust forward and eventually he got into the rhythm of his fathers humping his cock through his dad’s thighs. Eventually Malcolm was both screaming in pain and pleasure as he felt that he was about to cum. Malcolm was loving being spanked by his dad. Now he knew why his brothers misbehaved so much – they loved the punishment. And Malcolm could tell that his dad was enjoying it too. He could feel Hal’s hard dick trying to burst through his jeans. Malcolm felt his sperm rising up his shaft and in an everlasting moment of ecstasy as his dad turned his ass even redder and he felt his sperm start so shoot out. Malcolm moaned and his eyes rolled back into his head as his cock spit out every last drop of pearly sperm and his dad coincidently stopped spanking him. Malcolm’s butt cheeks stung but he was still trapped in ecstasy as his penis pumped out every last drop.

Hal let out a grunt of satisfaction and forcefully pushed his son off of his lap and Malcolm fell on the ground on his stomach. Malcolm rolled on the ground and landed on his stomach so his dad still couldn’t see his penis. Malcolm spit out his scrunched up sock and let out a small moan of ecstasy. Hal looked at his son and thought that his moan was because of pain.

“I hoped you learned your lesson.” Hal said as he fixed his collar on his polo. He straightened his chest and stood op tall and proud. “And I better not catch you jacking off again – unless it is when you are sucking my dick. Good day!” Hal stepped over his son’s body who was still on the ground moaning.

Hal still had no idea that his whole leg was covered in his son’s sperm.

Authors Note: Wow. I didn’t know that it would end up being so abusive… I usually just write a lot of smut that I hope for people to masturbate to. Lol. Well, I had originally planned it to be hot sex but I was kind of writing this in a room with other people (they thought I was working on an essay) so I had to keep the really hot sex out of it because I would get too horny. Okay I hope you liked it! Please review! The next chapters will be much hornier and will have all the men in the family having hot, dirty sex. ;)