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The Meat Beater
by Dave (ufpe@hotmail.com)

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A young man's life is changed forever when he is found 
"beating his meat" in the bathroom. (F,F-teen/b, nc, v)

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"Eddie, could you come in here a moment please?"

"Yes Mom," I sighed, as I turned the Bearcat away from 
the new ramp I’d just made and back towards where I 
was.

Mom was standing at the screen door with a teenage girl 
I’d never seen before with a strange look on her face. 

As I got to the steps, she reached out her hand and 
mussed my hair. "You need a bath, boy;" she said, and I 
knew she was not happy. Mom always told me I needed a 
bath when she and Dad were having problems. Of course 
Dad had moved in with his girlfriend a long time ago 
and I only see him once in awhile now. 

Mom had changed since then, and seems to hate most all 
men. Sometimes I wondered if she hated me too. Dad 
always bought me nice things like the Bearcat RC and we 
always had a lot of fun when I stayed with him on 
weekends. But Mom always asked me a lot of questions 
when I got home and said bad things about Dad so I 
didn’t like going with him too much.

"This is Karen, and she’ll be taking care of you while 
I’m at work. I told her that you are well behaved so 
don’t you dare make me a liar," my Mom said.

"Yes Mom," I stammered as I looked at my feet. I didn’t 
ever want to make Mom mad at me because she would spank 
me so hard I couldn’t sit down for a long time. Mom 
sometimes liked to hit me ‘down there’ when she spanked 
me which always hurt really bad and sometimes made me 
throw up. 

Karen kept staring at me and I knew I wouldn’t like her 
right away. Mom gave me a quick kiss on my forehead and 
went away. I stood on the stairs and stared at my feet. 
I felt like running away again. It was this dream I had 
about running away and washing cars and mowing lawns to 
earn money for food. I could always sleep down by the 
river where they dumped the garbage and play with my 
Bearcat when I wasn’t working. I never told anyone 
about my dream except my best friend Robert who was 
adopted. 

"You heard your Mother; get in here and take a bath 
before you draw any more flies, Eddie." 

"I ain’t got no flies," I murmured as I walked past 
her.

"What did you say?" Karen chirped viciously.

I didn’t say anything; just walked into the bathroom 
and slammed the door. As I got undressed, I started to 
play with my wiener. Just lately, it grew when I played 
with it for a while and felt really good. When I felt 
angry or sad, I’d play with my wiener and most of the 
time I’d feel better. It just started to grow, when the 
door flew open and there was Karen with a strange look 
on her face.

"Why you little pervert - no wonder your Mother has 
trouble with you!"

Before I could say anything, I saw the blur of her 
sandaled foot and a second later I was flying through 
the air into the bathtub. My privates hurt so bad I 
puked all over myself and everything I looked at was 
fuzzy. Karen snarled something about my Mom coming home 
and slammed the door behind herself. 

I don’t know how long I must have laid there all 
sprawled out like on the tub, but I was afraid to do 
anything and it hurt to move my legs. I didn’t even 
know my Mom was home until the bathroom door opened and 
my Mom just stood there with her hands folded across 
her chest and her face all ugly.

"So you like to beat your meat, boy," she asked in a 
way that made me shake. "Just like your Dad, always 
thinking with your dick;" she said as I tried to say 
something she wanted to hear. 

When the words got stuck in my throat, she reached into 
the medicine cabinet and took out a hair brush - the 
black one with little steel wires sticking out all the 
way around it. Then she stomped over to me and grabbed 
my wiener and bag with one hand and began to spank them 
really hard with the brush. 

The first couple of times I screamed and then some 
white stuff squirted out of the same place where I pee. 
My Mom started yelling something I couldn’t understand 
and let go of my wiener to wipe her hand.

I knew this was my chance so I got to my feet and ran 
through the door and downstairs without any clothes 
right into the arms of evil Karen. Her knee came up 
into my privates again, and I barely remember much 
after that except my Mom beating on my wiener some more 
when I was laying on the floor by the door. I was 
puking and crying until the lights went out and that’s 
all I remember for awhile. 

When I woke up, I could hear my Mom and Karen talking 
in the other room and so I kinda crawled out the front 
door the best I could even though my privates felt like 
a burning basketball and began to run. I ran and ran. 
It was almost dark and I was naked. I started puking 
again and I felt pee running down my legs even though I 
didn’t have to go and all the people I saw just stared 
at me. I remember running into some people right in 
front of the drug store and then the lights went out 
again.

When I woke up, my Dad was leaning over the hospital 
bed with my hand in his and tears in his eyes. 
Everything was kinda blurry and smelled like bleach. I 
couldn’t move my legs and felt all numb from my belly 
button to my toes.

"You’re going to be all right Son," my Dad said softly 
as he patted my hand. His girlfriend suddenly appeared 
and smiled and said that I was going to live with them 
from now on.

"What about Mom?"
 
"She won’t be able to hurt anyone anymore," my Dad said 
softly. 

"Especially us - right Dad?"

"Especially us," he said and smiled again.

I got out of the hospital a while later and had to pee 
sitting down for several weeks out of a tube between my 
legs because my wiener was all swollen and black and 
blue. The Doctor took away my ‘peanuts’ because they 
were all smashed and gave me some medicine that he said 
would take their place. 

After a while my wiener got smaller but it is always 
kinda hard now and it bends in the middle with a funny 
lump that my Dad says may someday go away. I can’t feel 
anything when I play with myself anymore and I will 
kinda miss that a lot. I can’t have children either, 
the Doctor says, but I never really wanted them too 
much anyways, and I guess my Dad can’t either because 
of something Mom did to him. That’s the reason he left 
her, he says, and he’s promised to tell me all about it 
someday. 

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison system.
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