My Son: My Husband's Slave

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Christine:

I have 4 children, all of them very beautiful, but my husband's and my favorites are our twin sons Aubrey and Michigan. They are 18 and gorgeous with tall, lean, athletic bodies, golden blond hair and the most unusual golden colored eyes that is a quality only shared by the 2. I have always had sexual feelings for them but I've been able to control them where as my husband hasn't. He told me 1 day that he was going to turn Michigan into his sex slave and that I could use Aubrey if I wanted him. This scared me because my husband had always been somewhat cruel, beating the twins for minor mistakes and saying horrible things to them whenever he sees them. I was worried about Michigan. He was a sweet boy and would do anything his father told him to do. I worried about him being used and hurt. Even though I debated over whether this slavery of our children was wrong or not, I often dreamed of what it would be like to play around with Aubrey. I really did want to let my feelings out. I'll now leave this story out for someone else.

*This story is very much non-real and if it offends anyone, then don't read it*

I need people for the parts of Aubrey, Michigan, the father, and I'll add smaller characters as the story goes on.

 

[Destiny_Brent]

Adrian

Adrian_Matthew actually, Destiny's and I share a comp and it won't let her log out.

I'd love to play Michigan if that's allright? Different, I never thought of naming a kid Michigan but I like it.

 

[Guest]

~I'd love to have ya in
~Just to let you know, I am registered but for some reason, it put me down as unregistered. Anyway, I'll stay that way so that you know it's the same person.
~Hehe, I love the name Michigan, I have a little naming disorder, I love state names, if I ever get married and have a son I'll name him Michigan and I'd name a girl Jersey.
~You can continue w/ the story now if you want
~Talk to ya later!

 

[Guest]

Christine:
I walked into my house to see my husband Chris screaming something at Michigan. He had the boy backed up against the wall and looking at the floor in a submissive nature. I couldn't hear what he was saying but I had a feeling that he was telling Michigan that he was going to be his father's slave. Chris punched him across the face. I lowered my eyes. I hated when Chris hit my sons. I couldn't bear to see such a sweet, innocent child being hurt. Oh well, I thought, there was nothing I could do. Chris then put his hands on Michigan's upper arms and held him close to him. "Look at me!" I heard Chris yell. Michigan obediantly raised his eyes to look into his father's menacing glare. I walked closer to try to hear what they were saying. "I want you to always be on your knees in my presence," Chris said. Michigan nodded. "Well do it!" he roared, cuffing his son on the side of his face. Michigan dropped to his knees. "You'll always do what I say or you'll be beaten severely. Do you understand?" he asked. "Yes," the trembling teen answered. "Yes what?" Chris hit him again. "Yes Master," Michigan said shaking. Chris then let him go. Michigan walked silently up to his and Aubrey's room. I myself couldn't help watching his ass sway as he walked.

The floor's all your's Adrian

 

[Destiny_Brent]

Adrian, Michigan

OOC: Did you know there actually is an Adrian Michigan? Sorry just thought it was kind of funny. My sister goes by the Alias Nebraksa all the time, that's a cool one too.

IC:
Michigan:
I didn't even hear when my mother came in, my father's enflamed face, harsh yells and strong fists filled all of my senses leaving no room for noticing anything else. I trembled fiercly as my father yelled telling me exactly what he wanted to have happen. My eyes were large and twitching a little as tears filled the brims of them, fear and pain etched in my face as I looked at the floor miserably, submissively. As his hands wrapped around my upper arms shaking me violently I looked up hardly bearing to stare into his furious countenance.

I heard what he said, but it took a momment to register. That was too long, 'Well do it!' I immediately dropped to my knees hitting the floor and lowering my head,

"Yes."

My answer was quiet and meek, my voice trembling as he demanded more,

"Yes, Master."

As my father turned leaving me alone, kneeling on the flor I stayed for a moment, trying to come to grips with all that had just happened, life had been hell before, but I now found out it could get worse... and it would. I rose slowly not taking my eyes off the floor and turned to head upstairs, seeking the solace of my twin.

I went in the room and found my brother sitting on his bed, I shut the door slowly beside me, not noticing that it hadn't quite clicked shut. My bottom lip trembliing I stared at him, scared, I approached and sat beside him...

 

[Guest]

That is strange! I like Nebraska, that's a good one! I don't know what's with me, I just really like wacky names. I think they're cute.

Christine:
I walked up to Chris. I understand his desire but I was a little disappointed with him for hurting our son like that. I wondered what Michigan thought about us. I knew he would talk to his twin and I wondered what he would think. "Hey honey," Chris said. "Chris, I think you were a little too harsh with him. He's young and he's shy and I think you're taking advantage of him," I sighed, telling him my feelings. I could tell he got angry. "Well, you don't really get a choice in this, neither does Michigan so I suggest you go along with it and save yourself the pain. He'll grow into it." he stated. "Yeah, he'll grow into it but I don't want him to be afraid of us. We're his parents," I reminded him. "Which gives me control over him. I can do with him what I want. It's fun. I think you should try it with Aubrey. Aubrey's got a more dominant personality than Michigan though," he smiled and patted my arm. "I'm a bit tired, I think I'm going to go upstairs and rest," that's what I told him but I really wanted to listen to what Michigan and Aubrey were saying.

 

[Destiny_Brent]

I agree 100% but I'm a sucker for name's like, Charity, Destiny, Faith, Chance, and so on... Also things like Desmond, or Gideon.


Michigan:

I sat next to Aubrey trembling a little at the things, my twin of course immediately recognized a problem urging me to tell him. I knew telling him wouldn't make it go away... and there was really nothing he could do but... I also knew my brother's ability to comfort, and soothe me... no matter the problem. I needed him now...

"It's father..."

He furrowed his brow, Dad was abusive and all but he wouldn't expect that to get the reaction out of Michigan, the turmolt he saw in his twin's eye... it had to be something more, Michigan was use to the hitting and cursing. He put his hand on his strong shoulder urging him on.

"He... he want's me to call him master now... and kneel.... and... I don't know what else for sure... but Aubrey..."

I look up my eyes full of pain and fear,

"I think he wants me... to do... sexual favors."

My eyes cast down, shamed, not scared to look at my brother, he always understood, but I couldn't stand to look at the mirror of myself everytime I saw Aubrey I saw myself... which used to be something I found comforting, a mirror of myself, but now... after tonight, it wasn't. My body trembled more at having actually said the word, dad didn't say it specifically, but it was implied, but it hand't been said, spoken, tangible.

My brother said nothing, he moved and wrapped his arms around me in comfort. I felt his warmth and my trembling lessened a little, but I moved my head around burrying my face in the nape of his neck as my arms wrapped around his sobbing into his neck.

He kissed my shoulder gently, several times... they dind't bother me like father's would... he comforted, soothed with words, his hands moving up and down my strained back several times carressing me and holding me, more the parent than my father had ever been.

 

[Guest]

Those are cute names, I like Destiny, Chance, Desmond, & Gideon but I don't think I could ever name a kid Charity. I dunno, something about that name just bugs me. I still go for the state names like Nebraska, Michigan, Jersey, Maine, I would be a little hesitant to name a kid Montana, although I like it.

Christine:
I heard everything Michigan said to Aubrey. I heard the tremble in his voice. It broke my heart. When Aubrey didn't say anything in return, I could tell he was hugging and comforting his brother, that's just the kind of person Aubrey is. He's loud and fiesty, but he's a true sweetie at heart. I pressed my ear against the door, I couldn't help it. I heard Michigan sobbing and I knew it would be into his twin's shoulder. I sighed and stepped up from my kneeling position by their door. What kind of monster had we just created. I went back down stairs to see Chris watching a college football game, like nothing ever happened. I picked up my grocery bags, walking slowly infront of the TV on purpose, just to annoy him. I went into the kitchen and unpacked my groceries then began to cook dinner. When I was done, I called the twins, and my daughter Destiny (all for you sweetheart) down to eat. My other son, Jakob, was away. When everyone was seated, Michigan was just coming down, and Chris was waiting for him. Michigan fell to his knees and lowered his eyes. Chris told him to get up. He grabbed Michigan's arm and tore him upright before the child even had a chance to stand on his own. Chris looked around to make sure they were out of sight, he knew it would ruin Destiny's childhood to see her father sexually harrasing her brother. She was just as sensitive, it not more, than Michigan. As soon as he made sure Destiny could not see him, he began placing heated kisses on Michigan's jawline, tracing his tongue down the quivering skin. His lips were hot to the touch. He trailed his tongue down to his son's throat, where he kissed so hard that if he hadn't been squeezing Michigan's waist, he would have fallen over. He kissed, and bit, and sucked on his throat. Michigan just looked away. He now began to torture Michigan's bare collar bone. (He had also been instructed never to wear a shirt in his presence. It wouldn't seem too abnormal to the rest of the children though, the men in our family rarely wore shirts in the house.) He bit the bone and Michigan clenched his teeth, bearing the uncomfortableness. He caressed the boys chest and stomach. I didn't know what to make of it.

 

[Destiny_Brent]

My cousin's name's Nebraska, it doesn't fit her at all but she's adorable, that's probobally why I like it so much Montana, I've heard that one before, they're ggggggrrrreat! *Finger in the sky, Tony My hero!*

Michigan:
I layed beside my brother as we stared at the ceiling, none of us saying a word. But unlike and awkward silence, this one comforted me... he was with me, there for me... my twin, my support. I must have layed there for a little while, I don't know, time didn't really factor in when I was with him. I got up reluctantly as he pulled me on,

"Come on, let's get going."

I didn't want to see him, didn't want to face him... was I supposed to kneel before dinner? Was I even allowed at the table anymore... I wasn't sure. As we left I practically ran over Destiny (Thank you! Oh so happy!) and Jakob. I chuckled lightly, a tenseness to it as I went downstairs.

As I got down I saw father waiting at the bottom, I felt Aubrey tense about to say something, but he walked past and sat down.

Michigan's entire body tensed and he dropped down, kneeling before him staring at his hands which rested on his knees. As soon as he dropped he was ordered up again, and as an incentive a harsh grip embraced his arm rippin ghim up. My eyes wavered as I looked at him my body wracked with nervousness and apprehension. I felt my lower lip begin to tremble but was helpless to resist it, I also noticed Aubrey clenching his fist in anger, Destiny's eyes large and frightened as she saw her brother treated so roughly. But at least for her sake she couldn't see as father moved his harsh lips onto my face, I felt his warm and firm lips treavling over my skin, his tounge making the occasional appearance through the cracked lips to take in my taste.

I swallowed hard as I felt his tounge moving onto my throat moving over my adams apple. I felt my body being pushed back, but I was secured by his strong grasp. I kept my eyes trained on Aubrey, drawing strength from his caring gaze, his strong silence... I shuddered but I'd have been in tears if it weren't for him, his look of support.

As I felt a harsh bite I started, but was held in place firmly. Oh how I wanted to run, I fought hard now to look at Aubrey, keeping my eyes trained, trasnferring to my mother. She sat there looking helpless, but there was a tinge of intrigue in her eyes. I wondered but not for long before his carresses began to lower. My legs were begining to feel weak, the fright threatening to let my knees buckle.

 

[Guest]

Christine:

I watched as Michigan and Aubrey maintained firm eye contact. Michigan would not let Aubrey break down. Even as his father's hands roamed his bare chest and stomach, he wouldn't take his frightened stare off Aubrey. Chris's fingers lightly ran over Michigan's stomach, causing his muscles to tense up again. Chris held his hands tightly on Michigan's hips while he dropped to his knees to play with the boy. He let his tongue seductively trace over Michigan's six pack abs. God, he is gorgeous, I thought. Michigan instinctively slowly pulled his stomach away from his father as Chris's tongue tried to trace across the skin. His resistance cost him a cuff to let him know who was in charge. Chris took his hands off the boy's hips and let them travel around to the other side of his body and up to his strong shoulder blades. He then ran them back down. Very slowly touching every part of Michigan's back. Gentlely carressing his prominent spine and back onto the muscled flesh. His hands followed Michigan's spine down to his tight ass, where Chris began to massage him again. Michigan's eyes remained locked on his twin. Aubrey intended on staying right there. Out of sight of his father but constantly giving his brother support. They both knew what Chris wanted and was getting at. His thumbs pushed into the waistband of Michigan's boxers. I saw the tremble in his body, but he was trying to be strong. He was so brave. I was trying in vain to entertain Destiny because she kept trying to sneak peeks at what was going on. Chris curled the waistband over his fingers so that the white elastic part was showing. Everyone but Destiny (who didn't have a clue what was happening) held their breath to see if Chris would actually do it. "Later," he said angrily, snapping the elastic against Michigan's skin. He got up off his knees and gave Michigan two of the most violent, cruel punches I have ever seen performed. One landing solidly on his jaw bone, sending his head twisting around violently, and the other penetrating into his stomach. Taking Michigan's breath away momentarily and bringing a little blood to his lips. "You worthless piece of shit, I should sell you off instead of keeping you. You were an accident, you know that? Be thankful that we keep you. You'd be so much more useful if I could just sell you as a slave and collect the money. Too bad New Jersey doesn't allow that," he spat the words into Michigan's stunned face. He was, by now, used to being called cruel names and hearing harsh words but I could see those words stinging his heart. It brought the tears to my eyes. Destiny had heard all of it. She was scared. I knew she would be safe though, Chris loved her to no end. Chirs stormed off towards the kitchen, ramming his shoulder into Michigan's as he walked by. Poor Michigan was left there. Scared, hurt, confused. He closed his eyes and a single tear began it's down it's beaten pathway over his cheek. That was enough to bring my own tears spilling out. I knew exactly what Chris had in store for our son later. Aubrey slowly walked over to him, wrapping his arms around his waist and rocking him slowly. From here on in, I knew it would be the beginning of the end for Michigan.

 

[Destiny_Brent]

Adrian - Michigan

I shivered as my fathers hands roved over my abs, I'd worked hard, always striving to look my best, I did so many things to keep in shape, run... jog... hike... But now... now I wished I hand't. Maybe if I were uglier he wouldn't do this... wouldn't touch me like this. But as violent as my father could be I'd never imagined, never thought his father would turn to slavery... and sexual servitude at that. He fought hard to remain focused despite the weakness in his knees and the tears now brimming in his eyes.

Dad's tounge played acrossed my stomache I gasped deeply and pulled back from the hotness that traced me. At the strike from my father I almost let out a yelp but somehow managed to keep it inside, Aubry would come for sure... he didn't need to get involved, and then Destiny would come... she shouldn't.... couldn't see... and my little brother Jakob, oh god I hoped this never happened to him when I got to old... or left... if he even would allow me.

My muscles rippled as each individually was stimulated by his strong muscular hand, I clenched my jaw so hard I shook just a little, just enough that he could feel my fear as his digits played my spine.

My eyes grew a little wider and quivered a little more as I felt the firm grip and kneading of my ass, each cheek being manipulated viciously. Oh god! His fingers moved to peel down my boxers and my heart jumped, my breath stopped and I remained rigid and still until he snapped it back.

I let out the sigh of relief, but the relaxing was short lived as suddenly his fist met my jowel. I reeled to the side taken over by the sudden and vicious force. He'd never, in all the years of abuse and mistreatment delt me such a blow. My body quivered not even having time to completely straighten before the second just as painful blow crushed me knocking the breath out as I doubled over. I felt the wetness on my lips, it took a moment for my thoughts to realize it was my blood.

His words rang in my ears, echoing over and over again, 'worthless piece of shit' I shuddered, he'd said things like this before... but none of them had seemed so genuine, never before had he seen the contempt that now scarred the otherwise fairly handsome face before him. I Shuddered as he stalked by me... I couldn't move, finally though I could close my eyes. I shut them causing the water in my eyes to brim out, a single tear streaming down. A lone droplet, making a wet and clean streak down my face, forging it's way over the features etched in fear confusion and of course pain.

I felt my twins arms around me, I knew he was trying to offer comfort... some was... I knew he was there for me... but that wouldn't do me much good when the ominous 'later' came. I wouldn't let him get involved, I wouldn't let him fight for me... There was no point in the both of us going to ruin... being destroyed.

I heard my little sisters whimpers as she tried to force my mother to tell her what had happened and what was wrong with 'daddy'. Her innocence, her little voiced holding just a tinge of fear as mother soothed her saying it would be ok... I almost found myself chuckling.. it wouldn't be ok... I knew it... it would never be ok.

 

[Guest]

Christine:

"Why do you do this to him?" I asked Chris as he stormed passed me. He stopped and turned, suddenly getting thoughtful. Then his anger returned. "Because I want him Christine. I just want to fuck him. Whenever I touch him his body feels so good under my hands. Just looking at him makes me so hard. It just makes me want him more. I wanna grab his ass and shove my cock so deep into it that he cries out. I...," "Shhh, wait," I cut him off. "Destiny, honey, please go into the living room and play with your brothers," I said in my sweetest voice. "Yes mommy," she answered in the same voice. "She doesn't need to hear this," I glared at him. Destiny trotted with her little legs over to Aubrey and Michigan who were sitting on the couch talking. Michigan held his head in his hands but once he saw her, he immediatley put on a fake smile as she hopped into his lap. He held her and tickled her and she laughed and said something to him. His face brightened with his pure love for her. He kissed the top of her head. Then, she frowned and said, "Misigan, how comes Daddy hits you alls the times?" ouch, that had to hurt, coming from her. Michigan kept his cool though. "Daddy hits me because sometimes I do things that he doesn't like and it makes Daddy very angry," he said in his best baby voice. "Will Daddy hit me?" she asked in a worried voice. I glared over at Chris who was also watching this scene. "No Destiny, Daddy will never hit you because Daddy loves you very very much and so does Mommy, and me, and Aubrey, and Jakob. We all love you, ok?" he kissed her hair. "Ok," she said, the huge bright smile coming back to her face. She then snuggled up in his arms and eventually she fell asleep, him watching over her, a better father than Chris had ever been. I knew that, despite all those facts that abused children eventually become the abusers themselves, Michigan would make a fabulous father someday. He looked over at Aubrey and sighed. He then held Destiny in his arms and climbed the stairs to put her to bed. I looked at Chris. I thought he had been shaken by the whole situation but little did I know that the thoughtful look on Chris's face was deciding how he could manage to fuck his son later that night.

 

[Destiny_Brent]

Michigan sat on the couch, listening half heartedly to the encouraging words from Aubrey, despite the source he had a hard time finding any comfort. Except for Aubrey it seemed the entire world had turned on him, his life was caving in and his skin rippled as he thought of what would undoubtably happen, probobally tonight. He swallowed hard and put his head in his hands, the shaking of his shoulders hardly visible as thousands of unseen knives shoved through his heart, tearing him to shreds.

"Michigan!"

The sudden voice caused him to look up, at the innocence in the beautiful adorable face before him the pains were gone, if only for a moment...

"Why's daddy hit you?"

They were back... oh god he hoped he was right when he assured her she would never be hurt, he was pretty sure he was... it was Jakob that he was worried about... oh god poor Jakob. He looked at his little sisters smiling face and drew a finger to her sleeping face, even in slumber a happy child. He traced her cheek and brushed a hair from in front of her sleeping eyes. He raised himself up on wobbly legs and began to head upstairs kissing her cheek gently as he peeled back the blankets of her bed and layed her down.

"Good night princess... good night..."

He watched her for a second as she slept, so soundly, such pleasant dreams she must be having as his world came crashing down in one night.

 

[Guest]

Christine:

I sat there thinking back to the days when Chris and I had been dating, just before we got married. I remembered us talking about having a house and kids and starting a family. He had been so sweet and gentle and loving. What had gone wrong? All the children were absolute angels. Especially the twins. They always loved and took care of their two, very younger siblings. So why did Chris beat them? Make their lives miserable? Aubrey had not experienced the sexual part of the abuse, and he never would because Chris had wanted ME to do it. I had thought about it but seeing the toll it's taking on Michigan, I could never force that kind of pain on one of my children. I wanted so badly to help Michigan, to make him feel even the slightest bit safer. A little more comfortable in his own home. I could see him self- destructing. I knew that he knew a part of him was dying. But there was nothing I could do but comfort him, and even that would be difficult with Chris looking over my shoulder every second. Aubrey and I walked up the stairs together. I saw Michigan lay Destiny down in her bed and brush a piece of hair away from her eyes. "Good night princess... good night," I heard him whisper. I loved them both so much. When Michigan turned and saw me, he lowered his head. I didn't want him to think that he had to act as a slave around me. I took his face in my hands and forced his golden colored eyes up to meet mine. Such a beautiful face. And his eyes, I could never tell where he and Aubrey got that color in their eyes. He was near perfection. An angel. "Michigan," I whispered, "Whatever happens tonight, you remember that I will always love you. I'm here for you. Don't let him ruin you. Things are going to get much much worse but when your hurting, please come to me. I love you my baby." My forehead wrinkled and I searched his eyes for a sign of life. A sign that he had heard all I had just said. He lowered his eyes. I smiled a weak smile a kissed his forehead, closing my eyes and savoring the taste of his skin as a mother would. God I hoped he'd be ok. "Thanks mom," he whispered. It was barely hearable but I definately heard it. I patted his back and he and Aubrey went to their room to sleep. I saw the lights go out and begged God for peace in my house, if only for the night. It would not be granted as about 45 minutes later, I saw Chris walk up the stairs, completely wasted, and stumble into the boy's room.

 

[Destiny_Brent]

OOC: Argh, power went out after a really good post of mine... *sighs*

IC:
Michigan:

I watched Destiny sleeping, cought in her tranquility, engrossed in her innocent slumber, a soft smile played on her lips, probobally from pleasant dreams... cought in her world of wonder and perfection as I... I felt my word being ripped away, crushed, all light squashed from it. I sat trembling in the darkness of my mind, waiting that final assault as she lay in the single beam of light, ignorant to the darkness around her... ignorant to the reality. As it should be, a perfect angel.

I could've stood there for hours, but I heard footsteps in the hall and my back and shoulders stiffened. I heard them enter the room I turned ot face him, my tormenter. But instead of his harsh and lustfull face my gaze fell upon my mother, once my oasis in this harsh world, I wondered if I could find comfort and peace in her anymore. I wasn't sure... but I didn't want to find out otherwise here, not here in this room where my sister would hear. My eyes dropped obediantely, fearing the reprimand.

I felt her hand on my chin, her soft matronly touch made my eyes burn with tears that wanted to fall. It reminded me of what I had lost, a peaceful loving family.... a haven from the harshness of life... now life was my haven. As I looked up and saw her eyes, mine shimmered from the sheen that covered my eyes.

Those words, they broke my heart. I wasn't sure why, but something cut through me, her words, "I love you.." Love... that must have been it. What was so wrong with me... what had I done that father didn't love me anymore... the thought had entered my mind only briefly before, I dropped my head and squeezed my eyes shut tightly against her gentle and warm kiss..
I could only barely choke out a

"Thank you..."

My oasis would be there... her and Aubrey, the only two I could go to in this... all I had. I began to walk back towards my bedroom, feeling the floor move, and hearing the creaks as I walked slowly. I lay in the bed, curling between the crisp cool sheets warpping myself in them. I watched intently at the door...a good 20 minutes past and i began to feel relieved, maybe he wouldn't come... maybe it wouldn't happen after all...

very slowly I began to drift into unconciousness, my arms wrapped around a teddy I hadn't slept with since I was 8, taking comfort in the old toy as I snuggled into my bed.

I didn't hear the creak of the floor, or the knob turn, or the door enter. I was too deep in sleep to hear the heavy and rapid breathing from the figure that had entered, I was lost in my slumber, the peace it brought me... but it was shortlived.

 

[Guest]

Christine:

I heard the door to the boy's room creak and I instantly woke up. I crept to the door after I saw Chris sneak in. I kneeled down so that I wouldn't be seen. Chris pulled his knees up onto Michigan's bed and stradled the child's body, his cock hard and prominent under his boxers. He leaned down and kissed Michigan's neck so gently, I could have sworn, I had never seen him so gentle with either twin ever. Michigan immediately awoke and tried to sit up, the skin on his lips touching his father's cock. Michigan shuddered at the touch. Chris pushed him back down onto the bed on his back. Michigan looked over to Aubrey but Aubrey was sound asleep. (He could sleep through an earthquake.) Chris easily slipped Michigan's boxers off of his hips. Michigan had given up and it was apparent. Chris then slipped off his own, revealing his enormous cock. I winced realizing all the pain that Michigan would have taking that monster up his ass with no lubricant. It was like, 12 inches longs and 2 and 1/2 inches thick. He had torn my pussy many times before I had learned to adjust to him. Atleast Chris was being civil, being so gentle with him and all. Michigan closed his eyes. I wondered what was running through his head at that moment. Chris flipped him over so that he was laying on his strong stomach. He kissed a trail down the back of his neck and spine, grabbing Michigan's tight ass. He pushed his finger between his cheeks and layed it across Michigan's tiny, dry, cherry hole. You would have a hell of a time trying to fuck that kid with your finger without tearing him. Chris put his arms around his son's waist and played with his stomach muscles, eventually his hands roamed over Michigan's cock and balls. He shivered. Chris then pulled Michigan into a tight embrace. I could see no love in it, only lust. "Relax baby, it's gonna hurt like mother fucking hell but I can make it worse if you tense up. Get ready whore, I've been waiting for this forever," he whispered into his ear. Michigan drew in a deep breath and exhaled, waiting.

 

[Adrian_Matthew]

Michigan was breathing heavily as his father stradeled him, his dreams had turned to unpleasant thoughts and imaginings. At the kiss he stirred awake, remembreing the day as what he thought to be a nightmare. But as he opened his eyes to see his father over him he knew it was all true.

He went to pull the teddy up closer as he rose to sit, he felt his lips on his fathers cock and drew back not having noticed the large bulge before him. He fell back instantly frightened as his father shoved him down. He gulped sharplyglancing at Aubrey, the support he sought was not there, his plea for help unsanswered he felt his eyes begin to burn.

He felt the familiar sensation of his father rolling the band of his boxers down, but this time he did not stop, he pulled them quickly down. I bit my lip as my own manhood was revealed below my quivering hips, I couldn't move I was frozen as I saw father moving down his own boxers, his large and erect member standing proudly before him.


It was huge, and Michigans eyes widened before he shut them tight, not wanting to see what would happen, not wanting to know. His mind tried to come up with pleasant images, he did at first, he saw images of him and his brother, his family out on a picknick, before the beatings, and now rapings started. He had been so happy a smile started to creep acrossed his face, but at his fathers kisses he instantly forgot them his mind was filled with nothing but hte sensations. His cheeks tightened involuntarly as hisfather teased his ass.

Michigans cock hardened only a little at the fondling, the fear had full control, he would not move, he layed quacking but obeying.

As he was ripped up and into his embrace, he thought for a moment he'd changed his mind... no luck.

Soon he was shoved down again, his father getting ready to take him.

"Get ready whore.."'

At that Michigan began to weep into his pillow, half smuggled as he was listening.

 

[babydoll31]

Christine

He clenced his teeth. Oh God, this was going to be bad. Chris would not stop until he had gotten every bit of pleasure out of the boy that he could. I remembered back when Chris and I had sex all the time. That huge cock of his took hours to get into my hole. It was atleast a foot long and 2 and a half inches thick. It was going to hurt, really bad. I had never, ever let Chris into my ass, knowing the pain it would cause but now he was forcing it on Michigan. Poor kid. With a loud grunt, Chris shoved as much as he could fit into him. I heard a muffled scream and saw the blood flow. Chris twisted and screwed and pounded and grinded but after about a half an hour, all he got in was 3 inches. Michigan's tight virgin hole ripped to accomodate his father and every inch Chris pounded in, it tore further and further and further. No lubricant, no nothing, just one huge cock and one tight hole, and an innocence lost tonight. Chris kept grinding away and Michigan's screams slowed to heavy breathing as he was getting used to the sensation of his ass tearing. I saw Michigan gripping a teddy bear that I hadn't seen him with since he was 8. He held it tightly and I watched his arms tremble around it. It made me cry all over again. The clock struck the hour and Chris was just about all the way inside his son. 15 minutes later, I saw his pubic hair rubbing against Michigan's ass. Then he began to hump him. In and out, he kept torturing the child with his massive memeber. I wished that Michigan was my little baby boy again so that I could pick him up and hold him and rub his back and make everything better, but I knew that he was a teenager now and that I could provide little comfort for him like that. Chris pounded and pounded and eventually, I saw the thick white cum pulsing out of his cock and into Michigan's ass. The hot liquid filled his ass up and the excess began sliding back onto Chris's cock. He kept thrusting until his cock went completely limp and he pulled it out. Then came the beating. He flipped Michigan over and began pounding fists into his face and stomach and chest. 7 punches to his face, then 7 to his stomach. I couldn't think of what could make you want to hurt a child like that. Over and over and over. He beat him for hours. Finally, with one giant slam to the face, Michigan's body went limp and Chris knew that he had passed out. He kicked Michigan in the side a few times and then walked over to our bedroom. I guess he was still horny because his hand went immediatly between my legs. I was aware of him rubbing my pussy but all I could think about was Michigan. Left in his bed bleeding, out cold, with tear stains covering his cheeks. My baby.

 

[Guest]

Oops, by the way, Unregistered, is me, babydoll31. It just didn't take the name the first time I posted this so I figured to make it simple I'd leave it like that. But, I accidently forgot to log out so I had to post under my real name.

 

[Guest]

Sorry, I'm on vacation for a week. Could you just hold up the thread until I get back? You can put your post in, I'm just letting you know that I can't respond for a while. Thanx! Buhbye!

 

[Destiny_Brent]

OOC: That's allright, I'll miss ya! Hear from ya when ya get back!

Michigan:

Christine
He felt the cocktip rubbing against his asshole and he unconciously clenched it, not a good idea. He shoved suddenly inbetween the clenched walls burrying only about 3/4 an inch in, the dry skin ripped suddenly, tearing through him with uneblievable pain. I felt as if he hand sliced me through, his cock hardly impaled on me and still my scream was deep into the pillow, i could hardly breath, but I didn't care... I clenched my fingers tight around the teddy as tears immediately flooded into my eyes dampening the pillows.

He began to shove harder, it didn't move, he twisted and squirmed and I tried desperately to force my muscles to relax, but the war was in vain as he shoved deeper, going painfully slowly into my orifice. At this moment I couldn't think of anything, but the red hot fire that engulfed my body, I'd never felt pain anywhere's near this... no injury matched this one, and this wasn't simply a physical injury, the mental torment doubled it as I sobbed biting the soft material of the pillow as he continued trying to shove his length in. After what seemed an eternity he was only partiall in, not even half way. My breaths were long and deep with continuous grunts and groans of pain.

I was past the point of screaming.

I felt the tender skin tear to conform to the vast width of the foreign cock. I shook tremendously as he continued his quest. Throughout the night he forced himself further and further into me... My groans were loud, there was no pleasure in them, only the seering pain.

His cock was deep with in me... I wanted to die. The worst pain I could imagine was in me... I thought it must be over.... at least the next time it wouldn't hurt as bad... my head was light, my eyes closed tight, had sparks of light dancing under the lids as he began his thrusting.

After a short while I felt an odd new feeling, very similar to an enema... a quick, but seering, stream of fluid overtook my rectum, filling my bowels with a soft white fluid. In sticky ropes it coated my insides soon flowing out and around my fathers massive member. I twitched beneath him but nothing more, I was exauhsted, his cock in me was the only thing keeping me up as I was faint on the bed.


He pulled out, it was over.

Over I was rolled I thought for a last torment... I guess in a sense this was right, but it was physical. His fist suddenly balled up landing smack on my chin. I was shocked, but there was nothing I could do but groan and whimper meekly as his hands moved to leave bruices around the rest of my body. I felt the blood running down the inside of my mouth... i didn't care. At this moment, all was lost... nothing mattered... the beating didn't matter... I continued to mildly resist but I couldn't, my hands were useless in opposition, presented no obsticle to the pummeling fists.

I wished for an end... and I got it, with a sudden jab to the face I felt a darkness overcome me... it enveloped me. She coaxed me into her arm, the darkness, and cradled me in her web as I drifted willingly into unconciousness, away from the horrible fists and screams of rage outside... inside... into her arms... into her comfort.

 

[Guest]

Hey, Sorry it took so long, I just got back.

Well, you probably figured out that this thread is pretty much over. Thanks for writing with me. I know the whole concept was pretty gruesome and cruel but that's pretty much my boyfriend's everyday life. Everything we just wrote about happens to him all the time. I love him so much and I wish I could help ease his pain but what his parents make him go through is beyond repair. I don't know why I started a thread about it, I guess I just wanted to talk about it with someone else while pretending it wasn't real. It's funny though, the character you wrote about, you played him out exactly the way my boyfriend is in real life. I hadn't expected that.Thanks again for being in this thread with me and maybe I'll see you again in another thread. =) cya!

 

[Adrian_Matthew]

Wow, that's terrible. I really enjoyed playing this... different concept out. I hate to hear that this is real and I hope your boyfriend gets out of there, I really do. I'm glad you were happy with the character, that it's real is just... terrible. Your boyfriend sounds like a great guy and I hope everything gets better for the both of you! It's been wonderful, I really look forward to posting with you again.