Thread: In the name of the Father (BowenMarshXRayven)

Brandon Bud Anderson was the patriarch of the Anderson household and undisputed king of the Blackleaf Farm. He was an imposing man who stood over seven feet tall with wide strong shoulders and impressive broad chest. Despite being 42 years old he was in amazing shape with a body that belonged on the covers of fitness magazines. His thick black hair had begun to fade with his age to a soft charcoal color and he kept it cut in a wavy style that wasnt too long but not too uptight, either. His striking eyes, the color of icebergs, seemed to look through everyone and everything they gazed upon, as if he knew the truth in everything. Some said he looked like the old movie star Henry Fonda, though his wife claimed that Bud was better in bed. With a sixteen inch python that was as thick as his wrist, the middle aged man had a massive reputation amongst the women of Greene County. While not a socialite like his wife, he did enjoy the company of his family and close friends on a daily basis, ever thankful for the wonderful life the Lord had provided him. He enforced strict yet fair rules and expectations on his children, readying them for a harsh and unforgiving world. Cleanliness, fitness and productivity were considered an extension of ones devotion to God. Prayer dont mean shit if you dont back it up, he was famous for once saying. Despite his devotion to faith and family Bud was infamous for being a playful boy at heart. He was never a man to dismiss childish behavior or low brow humor. He liked watching silly cartoons with his youngest daughter along with the violent primetime dramas his sons had become enthralled with. Sports were big in the Anderson family, especially football. Many afternoons were spent throwing the pigskin around in the field behind the house. He wasnt one to shy away from tackle drills, either. The old man easily held his own against the young and energetic athletes of the family. A bit of a jack of all trades, Bud knew how to fix and build anything. He spent his summers as a teen building houses with his uncle by day and fixing trucks and tractors with his father at night. The only thing beyond his grasp was modern technology. While he knew how to operate the complicated universal remote in the living room and could send an email without issue he still didnt understand how any of it worked. Buds oldest son was Tucker, an 18-year-old high school graduate with few ambitions beyond getting laid and getting high. While he had a promising athletic career on the college football team of his choice, Tucker opted to work at the nearby sawmill and live a simple life instead. He still keeps up his training regimen to stay in good shape for the girls he pursues at various bars in the area. He was like a younger and slightly shorter version of his father, though the features of his face werent as sharp and his blue eyes werent as cold. The young man was growing his shiny black hair long now that he technically lived outside the boundaries of his parents house. He had more autonomy in the apartment above the garage where he set his own hours and did as he pleased. Tucker wasnt an idiot, though. He loved to read books on philosophy and ethics, often pondering what the Lord would consider to be the path to enlightenment. Rather than pursuing money or power, the simple pursuits were favored and relished with vigor. A fat joint of sticky, stinky weed right after a hard day of work. Jumping into the cool waters of the lake on a sweltering summer day. Sliding a fat long cock inside a tight wet cunt. Those were the things he enjoyed most the things he was thankful for when he praised the Lord. Adulthood could wait, right now life was an endless summer and Tucker finally held the reins to his destiny. Asher was the middle child at 16 and seemed to always walk in the long shadow of his brother and father. They had always been taller and stronger than he could ever be, despite all of his diligent exercise and strength training. In truth, his body wasnt made for football or wrestling. Speed was his gift, and his lean yet incredibly compact physique contained boundless endurance for cross country events. Swim, track, gymnastics, it didnt matter. He excelled at all of them but never received the notoriety because his favorite sports simply werent the most popular amongst the uncultured hicks he grew up with. The boy had a face that a girl might consider cute more than handsome. Soft dirty blonde hair with styled bangs, hazy green eyes and a small pointy nose gave him a somewhat effeminate appearance along with his cosmopolitan fashion sense gave the ignorant bully an inkling that the boy was gay or bisexual. Asher didnt take any sort of remark against him or his family lightly, and often settled disputes with his fists. After a string of incidents almost led to him getting expelled, the aggressive upperclassmen finally stopped their teasing when Asher cracked the starting centers ribs with one blow to the kidneys. Good grades and athletic trophies ensured by his fathers diligent parenting prevented Ashers expulsion. It was his mother that directed his attention to girls so that he could release his anger through fucking instead of fighting.