Good Night

Warnings in the summary.

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Large, callused hands roamed his body, tickling his skin and sending shivers crawling through him. Hot breath brushed his ear, a weather-worn cheek pressed against his own and a heavy body sitting on his hips, holding him down. The blankets had been pulled down past his waist and his bare chest was chilled by the frigid air that sped into his bedroom. Cold fear filled his mind and body, breath coming in short gasps as he tried not to sob.

His father licked his earlobe, making him gasp, and he felt a grin curl on his lips. Hands reached down to pull back the blankets as his father lifted himself off him, leaving him lying naked beneath him. On his hands and knees, his father stood over him, that same grin on his face and glint in his eye that he wore every night. He knew it too well, more so than he wanted to. It was lust. Pure, ugly, sick, vengeful lust.

“You’re being such a good boy, Chase,” rumbled his father, gruff voice drenched in feigned affection. Like the honey-sweet hiss of a king cobra, it was not to be trusted and never to be taken lightly, should that venomous reptile sink it’s sugar-coated fangs into you. He shivered, gripping the sheets tightly in his fists, knuckles turning white with the desperation of his grasp. He needed to hold something, anything, so long as he didn’t hold him. Chase hated these nights; hated the feeling it gave him, hated the pain it forced on him, hating the blood that came from him.

Hated the pleasure it brought him.

Dry lips were crushed against his own, cutting snapping him back to reality. Thick hands fell back to massage his inner thighs, teasing him and taunting him with light touches to his crotch. Bitting back a moan, Chase arched his back at the contact, begging for it to stop. Those hands spread his legs, his father moving to kneel between them as he continued to brutally kiss him. Fingers brushed his entrance and he let out a mutinous moan, one which was quickly silenced by a tongue forcing it’s way between his lips and into his mouth, exploring it and staining it with the rancid taste of alcohol. Chase forced down his gag reflex, disgusted at the feeling in his mouth.

Then his hands were around his cock, pumping it roughly. He winced, gasping into his father’s mouth. The bastard pulled his lips away, turning to grab a cock ring from the bedside table. He continued to pump him, his hands moving faster and harder as he went on, tearing pained moans from Chase’s throat. He could feel himself hardening in his father’s grasp, barely noticing as he brought the cock ring to his cock, but hissing as it was tightened around his growing member. The pain was crippling, black dots swimming in and out of his vision, until it was fastened, leaving him uncomfortable and unappeased. A whimper escaped his lips, drawing a humerus chuckled from his father. Chase found nothing to laugh about.

“Don’t lie; you enjoy this as much as I do,” said his father evilly, his lips moving against his own. “You love how I touch you, how I fuck you.” A shiver raced down his spine. “You’re a goddamn whore and you know it. That’s why you don’t fight back, isn’t it?”

Chase’s eyes widened at his accusation, repulsion and disgust marring his face. Enjoy it? How was he supposed to enjoy getting raped by his own goddamn father? It sickened him, the thought of actually liking this torture, this humiliation. How could he even think that?

His hips were raised, hands clutching his pelvis much too tightly, and wet lips met his own. A hard, throbbing cock was rubbed against his, causing a spark of pain from his bound member. The tip of his father’s penis grazed his entrance and the kiss was broken as his father moved his head to whisper in his ear.

“Enjoy it, whore, and scream for me.”

A too-large cock was shoved into him, widening his hole and engorging into him. All was still for a moment as his father caught his breath, adjusting himself, and Chase bit his tongue, fighting the urge to scream at the top of his voice. It hurt. It always hurt, no matter how many times it happened, no matter how many times he’d been fucked. It always hurt.

The intrusion was pulled out of him so that only the tip remained still inside, before it was thrust back into him, tearing the inner tissue and sending shock waves of pain through his body. It happened again and again, getting stronger and faster and more painful as it progressed. Blood dripped from his ass, acting as a lubricant, and teeth bit into his shoulder as finally, finally, he let out a scream. It was a scream of pain and pleasure, mixed as one, drowning the other out until it was just a skewed sound that made the rapist’s thrust come harder in the need to release.

Chase threw his head back, screaming, as the pain raced up his spine with every pound into his body by the larger, much stronger man, the thundering in his skull became a piercing roar. The pressure in his crotch added to it all, shots of torturous pain emitting from the swollen flesh. His vision spun, his throat ran dry, and all the pain, the pleasure, that stemmed from his nether regions almost made him faint, before his father came, ejaculating into him and filling his insides with sperm that stung his cut and bloodied innards.

His father collapsed on top of him, hot breath on his ear as he gasped for air, Chase’s screams having died in his throat. The cock was removed, the blood and sperm trickling out of him in the most unnatural way. Sweat covered their flesh like a second skin, rolling down his forehead and dripping into his eyes. His father moved, hand reaching back to unleash his son’s member from its prison. Relief swam through him as the cursed item fell away, though the insufferable hardness of his cock was still present; his father was quick to take care of it. Rough fingers ran up his penis, immediately causing him to ejaculate, cum sprayed over his stomach and chest. A tongue lapped it up, sliding across his skin and lapping up the seed. Chase let out a shaky breath, eyes squeezed shut as his father drank up his sperm with his warm, wet tongue. Shivers wracked his frame, the feeling of being coated in a slimy, sticky, thing making him want to wretch.

With a final lick and a dip into his navel, his father lifted his head and kissed him, shoving his tongue into his mouth. The taste of salty seed filled his mouth, mingling with the stale sent of alcohol. A hand ruffled his hair and then he was gone, leaving Chase, panting and shivering, on his bed. There was a rustle of clothing and then he was gone; out the door, down the hall, and into his and Mother’s room. Chase curled into a ball, pulling the blankets over his body, and cried silently into the pillow.