Second Chances
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Erotica › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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Category:
Erotica › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,773
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Introduction
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The pain was unbearable.
He thought that he had experienced enough years to get used to this type of abuse from him and yet every fresh cut, every painful bruise, every callous slap in the face still hurt as if the pain was something new. Even after years of this type of expected reaction, he still tried to put up a fight. Every time. He was so stubborn. "My stubborn little baby boy," was what his mother had always said. Ironic how his stubbornness had been "cute" back then.
Being cute now meant an entirely different thing.
"Hurry up Boy!" a low growl came above his head. Boy stared up into the darkness and he winced when he saw that familiar leer in his step-father's eyes.
"Please stop..." he pleaded, his blood covered body shaking as his fingers fumbled out across the floorboards in search for his shirt. A hard steel toe boot came crashing down on his fingertips. Boy uttered a soft, painful cry. "I thought," the low, cold voice said. "I told you to hurry your ass up."
Boy whimpered, his eyes shutting tight in shame. "Please..." he whispered, his voice broken and harsh from the abuse down his throat. "You t-told me you'd...you wouldn't do that again..."
The man's face twisted and his harsh smirk grew. He threw the beer bottle away from his hand and reached down, his boot still pressing down hard on the Boy's fingertips. The faint sound of jeans unzipping echoed in the room. The pants fell. The smirk grew deadly.
"I lied."
***
Jacob was five when his father died from a car accident. A drunk had killed him on the way home from work.
His mother had been a stay home mom at the time since her husband was able to bring in more than enough money to support their family. But after his father's death, Jacob's mother now had to work two jobs to help pay for the both of them. She was a waitress and a grocery store clerk. They moved into a one room apartment in the southern, most cheapest, part of their town and owned a small amount of furniture that they could afford.
For about six years, their life together was content. Jacob was a happy child for the most part. He didn't often see his mother since she was so busy with work, but the time they did have together wasn't wasted. Money didn't matter to both of them, as long as they were together. Jacob was an only child, so his mother encouraged him to have as many friends that he could and he did.
Then his mother met Oswald Brown. Jacob had taken one look at him and frowned in disgust. He was a fat, ugly man with sparse hair on his head and a beer belly that was mostly always covered in a plain white, tattered t-shirt. Jacob never knew what his mother had seen in him, only replying when asked that "You can't judge a person just by how they look, Jake." And he never disagreed with her, only silently thinking that his mother took the saying too literally.
Oswald never liked him either and he showed his opinion like so every time Jacob's mother would leave for work. He never beat him. Not at that time, but he made sure to verbally abuse Jacob as much as possible. So no, Jacob never liked him. He hated Oswald.
And then on October 26, 2002, Oswald proposed to Jacob's mother and she accepted.
***
The man's thrusts were brutal and Boy bit on the rug below him to keep from screaming out loud in pain. Only the sounds of wet skin slapping against raw, bloodied flesh filled the room, along with the man's low grunts of pleasure.
"Ugn...fuck, boy...so tight..." the low voice uttered with every pounding against his skin.
Boy whimpered. "Please...ah! Stop this..."
"Shut up! You deserve this, don't forget that! Ugn...!" The man's cock slammed harder into the boy below him, causing friction between the boy and the rug. The burns only opened his stomach wounds wider.
Boy cried softly, the tears mixing with the blood on his face. His body wracked with sobs now. "No...please, it hurts..."
"Yes!" the man growled. "You killed her! Don't fucking forget that! It's because of you that she died!" The man pounded harder and faster now. "Ugn! Oh fuck...Oh yeah! Ah, FUCK...!" A wet, squelching sound soon followed, and then the drunken man pulled out. He panted for a moment before straightening up. He kicked Boy aside, who cried out in agonizing pain. Oswald laughed harshly, watching as blood and cum seeped out of the boy's hole. He grinned in drunken satisfaction. "Her death was all your fault, you fuckin' boy," he spat. "And now, you have to pay."
Jacob heard his step-father's footsteps walk away and then his bedroom door slammed shut, leaving him in the cold darkness.
***
Sorry if any of you didn't like this, but I had to set the scene up somehow. Don't worry! Second chapter will be lots better and will be out soon, and that's when the real plot will begin! Please review!
I love reviews! Flames are welcome if needed.
The pain was unbearable.
He thought that he had experienced enough years to get used to this type of abuse from him and yet every fresh cut, every painful bruise, every callous slap in the face still hurt as if the pain was something new. Even after years of this type of expected reaction, he still tried to put up a fight. Every time. He was so stubborn. "My stubborn little baby boy," was what his mother had always said. Ironic how his stubbornness had been "cute" back then.
Being cute now meant an entirely different thing.
"Hurry up Boy!" a low growl came above his head. Boy stared up into the darkness and he winced when he saw that familiar leer in his step-father's eyes.
"Please stop..." he pleaded, his blood covered body shaking as his fingers fumbled out across the floorboards in search for his shirt. A hard steel toe boot came crashing down on his fingertips. Boy uttered a soft, painful cry. "I thought," the low, cold voice said. "I told you to hurry your ass up."
Boy whimpered, his eyes shutting tight in shame. "Please..." he whispered, his voice broken and harsh from the abuse down his throat. "You t-told me you'd...you wouldn't do that again..."
The man's face twisted and his harsh smirk grew. He threw the beer bottle away from his hand and reached down, his boot still pressing down hard on the Boy's fingertips. The faint sound of jeans unzipping echoed in the room. The pants fell. The smirk grew deadly.
"I lied."
***
Jacob was five when his father died from a car accident. A drunk had killed him on the way home from work.
His mother had been a stay home mom at the time since her husband was able to bring in more than enough money to support their family. But after his father's death, Jacob's mother now had to work two jobs to help pay for the both of them. She was a waitress and a grocery store clerk. They moved into a one room apartment in the southern, most cheapest, part of their town and owned a small amount of furniture that they could afford.
For about six years, their life together was content. Jacob was a happy child for the most part. He didn't often see his mother since she was so busy with work, but the time they did have together wasn't wasted. Money didn't matter to both of them, as long as they were together. Jacob was an only child, so his mother encouraged him to have as many friends that he could and he did.
Then his mother met Oswald Brown. Jacob had taken one look at him and frowned in disgust. He was a fat, ugly man with sparse hair on his head and a beer belly that was mostly always covered in a plain white, tattered t-shirt. Jacob never knew what his mother had seen in him, only replying when asked that "You can't judge a person just by how they look, Jake." And he never disagreed with her, only silently thinking that his mother took the saying too literally.
Oswald never liked him either and he showed his opinion like so every time Jacob's mother would leave for work. He never beat him. Not at that time, but he made sure to verbally abuse Jacob as much as possible. So no, Jacob never liked him. He hated Oswald.
And then on October 26, 2002, Oswald proposed to Jacob's mother and she accepted.
***
The man's thrusts were brutal and Boy bit on the rug below him to keep from screaming out loud in pain. Only the sounds of wet skin slapping against raw, bloodied flesh filled the room, along with the man's low grunts of pleasure.
"Ugn...fuck, boy...so tight..." the low voice uttered with every pounding against his skin.
Boy whimpered. "Please...ah! Stop this..."
"Shut up! You deserve this, don't forget that! Ugn...!" The man's cock slammed harder into the boy below him, causing friction between the boy and the rug. The burns only opened his stomach wounds wider.
Boy cried softly, the tears mixing with the blood on his face. His body wracked with sobs now. "No...please, it hurts..."
"Yes!" the man growled. "You killed her! Don't fucking forget that! It's because of you that she died!" The man pounded harder and faster now. "Ugn! Oh fuck...Oh yeah! Ah, FUCK...!" A wet, squelching sound soon followed, and then the drunken man pulled out. He panted for a moment before straightening up. He kicked Boy aside, who cried out in agonizing pain. Oswald laughed harshly, watching as blood and cum seeped out of the boy's hole. He grinned in drunken satisfaction. "Her death was all your fault, you fuckin' boy," he spat. "And now, you have to pay."
Jacob heard his step-father's footsteps walk away and then his bedroom door slammed shut, leaving him in the cold darkness.
***
Sorry if any of you didn't like this, but I had to set the scene up somehow. Don't worry! Second chapter will be lots better and will be out soon, and that's when the real plot will begin! Please review!
I love reviews! Flames are welcome if needed.