Chapter 2: Revenge on his Parents

With his cock now rock hard, Tommy was enjoying and relishing his control over the nose in the air Susan Andrews, with the very same astonishing sense of power and control he’d first experienced when treating his own Mother in the same manner, after being subjected to so many years of abuse from her.

Of a day during which, Tommy had beaten, stripped and broken his terrified Mother, when with his cock hard and throbbing, Tommy inspected almost naked Mother as he was now inspecting the body of Susan Andrews, her own clothing also tattered and torn, knowing Tommy had the power to do whatever he wished with her.

The day Tommy had arrived home to find yet another Man leaving the house, knowing his Mother had entertained yet another ‘ client’, supplied by his father, and when Tommy made some careless remark about not wishing to see his Mother’s clients when he came home from school.

After which his angry mother had yet again flew at Tommy with fists flying.

Only on this occasion, first letting his Mother rain the usual blows upon him, Tommy had then given his Mother a taste of her own medicine, when two fierce slaps to her cheeks and one punch to the stomach sent his Mother sprawling onto the faded dirty carpet.

Although outwardly calm and controlled, Tommy could not believe his cock was shooting to attention when looking down upon his pained and shocked Mother, wearing only a bra and short skirt, looking up at him in sudden fearful understanding when Tommy began unbuckling and removing the belt he had taken from his Father the previous day...

Tommy’s Mother then understood just where her husband’s broken nose and black eye’s had come from and just why he had not, as usual, shown in her latest client and remained in his ‘workshop, watching his wife fucking her client.

Tommy’ s Mother knew at that moment her husbands injuries were not, as he had claimed, from a bar brawl, but from her Son giving him the same treatment Tommy had just metered out to her.

At least Tommy’s Mother took her punishment with a resigned acceptance, unlike his Father, who’d cringed in the corner of his workshop, begging for mercy, as for the first time ever, Tommy entered his Fathers workshop, in fact a room adjoining his parents Bedroom, always previously locked to him.

The previous day, the day Tommy decided he would never again take the crap and violence his parents so easily handed him and with his Mother out for the day, Tommy found the key in the pocket of his sleeping father and entered what his father had always claimed to be his ‘workshop’.

However, when entering the room, Tommy found himself astonished to find not a workshop, but a small lounge, complete with easy chairs, Large screen TV, a fridge and a table littered with Pornographic Bondage and BDSM magazines.

Perhaps the most conspicuous item was a Video Camera, set on a tripod and pointing at a large window looking straight into his parents Bedroom, the window Tommy was to discover was actually a two way mirror, positioned opposite the large Bed where his Mother ‘entertained’ her clients.

Although while Tommy was taking in this incredible scene, from the doorway came the familiar voice of his drunken father, a father unbuckling the wide brown leather belt Tommy father always wore and always beaten Tommy with.

“Well boy, you like the workshop? some one has to keep eyes out for your slut Mummy, to be sure those guys don’t get too carried away when they whip her” began Tommy’s father Terry, while walking toward his son, before continuing”

“But you shouldn’t not be in here, you fucking creep, you were told this room is always out of bounds to you and what do you go and do?”

“Yep, that’ s right you little bag of shit and piss, you go and steal the key from my pocket, well, seems you have a hell of a good hiding coming to you Tommy boy!”

However, during this rant, Tommy had never felt such a feeling of composure settling over him, as his alert eyes watched his Father raising the belt to him.

Then just as his Father raised his belt over his head, Tommy’s fist shot out to deliver the perfect blow upon his Fathers nose, breaking it instantly.

Before his stunned and pained Father even realised what was happening, Tommy began carefully and methodically raining blow after blow upon his Father, before taking from him the ancient Leather belt he’d always used when beating his son, the Belt Tommy’ s Father had taken from his own grandfather on his deathbed, the Hall Family Belt.

Within seconds Tommy’ s father Terry was a bloody, broken wreck, cowering in the corner of the room, begging his son to stop the beating through his hands covering his face, only for Tommy, his mind calm and breathing easily, to switch his attack to his Fathers Body.

Eventually realising he had done enough, Tommy kicked his cringing Father between the legs, smiling in approval as the older man squealed like a stuck pig.

Then picking up his Fathers discarded belt, the symbol of power in the Hall household, Tommy slashed the cruel leather across the face of his Father who by then screaming and looking fearfully up toward his son.

Tommy thought his Fathers screaming would be heard by all the neighbours, but cared nothing.

“Now listen to me good old Man” began Tommy whilst his forty year Father once again begged him to stop

“This is my room now, I keep the key and you never touch Mum again, not only that, but while you still arrange the guys to see to her, I let them in and I take the cash ... you got that? your nothing to me now ... just a piece of trash”

Broken and defeated, Tommy’ s father nodded his aching head in resigned defeated misery, before Tommy kicked him out of the room by his backside,, with his father knowing there was nothing he could do now, other than to accept his fate in resigned silence, when he could hardly complain to whatever pals he had, that he’d been given one hell of a beating by his sixteen year old son...

The following day Tommy held that very same belt over his Mother, whilst ripping from her body, Jenny’s ‘Working Costume’ of a tight red dress and lacy quarter cup bra, black stockings and suspenders ... whilst it came as no surprise to him, when Tommy discovered his Mother wore no thong or panties.

When it came, the beating Tommy gave his Mother with what was his fathers belt, was severe, but carefully controlled enough to whip the leather only over her Buttocks, back and thighs, knowing it would be best if, outwardly at least his Mother was left unmarked.

Looking down at his near naked mother when completing his controlled beating, Tommy knew his throbbing aching cock needed release, and quickly.

Tommy’ s mother had somehow known this and waited for it with watchful, even lustful eyes, for Jenny now held a newfound fear and respect for her son.

Sure Tommy had been tempted, for his Mother was still a good looking woman in body at least, and it would have been so easy for him to take his Mother Jenny in any and every manner so desired, whilst she lay there waiting for the inevitable.

But Tommy decided the best punishment would be to leave Jenny this way, fearful in the knowledge her son could, at any time, change his mind and take her, his own Mother whenever he wished.

From that day, things changed in the Hall household.

Tommy was by now very much now top dog, whilst his father avoided him whenever possible and wary and respectful toward a Tommy, when they were together.

Even so, Tommy was streetwise enough to ensure the sturdy bolt he’d fitted to his bedroom door, was then secured every night when going to bed, which proved it’s worth when one night waking when obviously his father had tried the door.

Probably with some form of weapon in his hand.

As for Tommy’s Mother Jenny, she now handed over to her son all the cash given her by the ‘clients’ whilst his father supplemented the family income and Jenny’s own growing dependency, by dealing in a few drugs, from weed to coke and heroin, whilst treating Tommy pretty much as the head of the household.

Although using the cash from his mothers punter, Tommy not only use cash to purchase the coke and H needed by Jenny, but with ever growing confidence, Tommy began getting the H, powder and weed himself at a discounted rate, for Tommy was by now becoming feared not just at his school, but around the neighbourhood, while although only ever taking a toke of cannabis himself, Tommy soon learned all he needed to know about the power of drugs over the human mind.