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Portrait of a Serial Rapist
by MickMack (mickmack999@yahoo.com.au)
***
If you're a young handsome teenager and very, very
drunk, be extremely careful who you accept a lift from
when staggering along on a lonely empty road late at
night. (Mm, nc, rp, v, oral, anal, tor)
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Author Note: This story is (c) Copyright 2006, by
mickmack. All World Wide Rights Reserved. The story
below is the completed tale of a totally fictional
event. Your feedback would be greatly appreciated. It
is gay erotica and is intended to be read by persons
who are 18 years of age or older, and by persons that
enjoy gay erotica. The material covered in this story
and all other accompanying parts of this story are
fictional. Any similarities to persons living or dead
are pure coincidence.
Please send your comments to: mickmack999@yahoo.com.au
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Part One
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I'm bored...
In fact, now I'm fuckin' bored!
Fuckin' bored shitless and pissed off. Angry as hell,
to tell you the truth!!!
Bored because it's only about 7:30pm, and I'm livid
with rage.
Why? Because I've just wasted a huge load of my
precious thick creamy juices, my delicious tasting
manly spunk, way too early this evening.
It was like I'd just suddenly pre-maturely ejaculated,
or something embarrassing like that, blasting my load
uncontrollably down the faggot's violently gagging
throat before I even got a good mouth-fucking motion
and rhythm started.
And as I glared angrily into the frightened green eyes
of the tall sinewy 17 year old blond haired youth
kneeling naked and trembling before me, his wrists
cuffed securely behind his back, I shifted restlessly
in my old couch chair, remembering all the perverted
things I'd had planned for this pathetic, cringing
piece of shit.
Now though, seated slouched back in my chair, the flesh
of my naked pale sweaty buttock sticking and clinging
to the old leather upholstery, I shake my head in
anguished frustration as I slowly steady my breathing.
Most of the time I'm bursting with pent up sexual
energy, energy that will last me through the whole
night and half the next day before I need to seriously
rest up.
And usually my mind's jam-packed with cruel torturous
visions, sadistic sexual fantasies that I turn into
reality as I explore and enjoy the trembling submissive
naked bodies of the many stupid trusting naïve teenage
hitchhikers I pick up on any given night when I'm
filled with the unstoppable urge.
But I'm tired now, and I gotta rest up, get my vigour
back so that I can punish this arsehole of a kid who
just witnessed and tasted my shame. I know I'll be
alright in about 10 minutes, but that's not the point.
To be honest, humiliatingly, it's been happening way
too often lately.
And for this faggot to have observed first-hand my
shame, my embarrassment, well, that won't do at all.
No, not at all!
So I'll think up something that will make sure the cunt
knows his place, knows that I'm the boss here.
I'll think of something that's totally degrading,
something that's so disgustingly vile and painful,
something that will at least add that extra sensual
spice to my ever waning lusts and desires throughout
the night.
Something extra special that will have this young kid
screaming in agony for blessed mercy at the top of his
lungs.
But for the moment, I'll just teach him a quick lesson
now.
Just a little one, so he knows what the rest of the
night's going to be like, and what will be expected of
him.
Part Two
========
He was a fine looking teenager.
A strapping young lad at 17 years of age, Tyler was 5'
11" in height, a tall youth for a boy his age.
Tyler had a smooth muscular hairless chest, large
pinkish-brown pouting nipples and a lean taut stomach,
and a youthful boyish yet masculine face.
Of course, the young teenager thoroughly enjoyed the
quickly cast glances of girls his same age, and the
sometimes envious and jealous stares of his school
peers at Redcliffe High.
Always well-groomed, with short ear-length blond hair
parted in the centre, a long wavy fringe that covered
his bright green eyes at times, he'd strutted around
town on long limber legs and smile arrogantly at anyone
who looked in his direction.
A straight A's student, an accomplished all-round
sports achiever, especially excelling in swimming and
baseball, Tyler found his teenage years to be a
marvellous and exciting time.
Like all young teenagers his age, he found his hormones
were running wild, nearly uncontrollable at times. As a
result, if his current slut of a girlfriend didn't put
out for him or was unavailable, Tyler would find
himself incessantly masturbating whenever he could in
the privacy of his bedroom.
His secret pride though, was his rather thick 5"
uncircumcised flaccid penis, which when fully erect,
measured 6½".
He loved to watch and feel the long fleshy length of
his very sensitive foreskin quickly retract and peel
back off his large mushroom shaped knob as he got rock
hard, fascinated by the pearly clear drops of pre-cum
that oozed and seeped out of his piss slit.
And his large smooth walnut sized testicles. His
greatest enjoyment was to cup and fondle and caress his
bloated scrotal sac as he took his time slowly jerking
up and down the length of his thick meaty cock.
Tyler thanked the powers that be, that he had been born
with such a beautiful silky smooth looking cock and an
ample set of plump hairless balls.
Tyler, who at 17 appeared to have everything going for
him, also felt he was invulnerable, with no competition
amongst his peers to challenge his manliness.
And so it was, on a hot and humid evening, Tyler found
himself stumbling out of a friend's 18th birthday party
at 1 in the morning. Feeling completely drunk and high
as a kite on pot, Tyler didn't hesitate in accepting a
ride from a rather bulky, steely eyed unshaven old man,
who'd stopped and offered to drop the young man off at
his home.
Part Three
==========
Fucking hell, thought the fag was supposed to be a
tough macho guy, able to take care of himself!
I mean, what a fucking waste of time!
The way he spoke so highly of himself, as if he were
Mike Tyson, when I first picked him up to give him a
lift that late evening three months ago.
Got him home, and at the first sign of a little bit of
pain, and he instantly starts simpering like a wimp,
blubbering away like a little kid who just got a
tanning on his backside.
Although, he's got a good set of lungs on him, I'll
grant him that.
The way he screams and hollers pitifully whenever I
poke him with the small hand-held tazer gun. Or how he
yells pathetically at the top of his lungs whenever I
start beating him savagely all over his body with the
rubber truncheon.
Gotta admit, it really excites me and makes my cock
stiffen rock hard whenever the young lad starts
groveling and promising me he'll be a good fag if I
stop torturing him.
Probably the only reason I've chosen to keep him with
me.
It's just a shame he ain't got no gumption about him,
able to take the daily floggings I give him like a real
man.
Oh well, not to worry.
At least he looks more attractive to me now, ever since
I ran the hair clippers and razor blade over every inch
of his body, including his head. Looks smooth as a
baby's bottom now, and I can now properly see where all
the bruises my fists have made are on his lovely body,
which is exactly how I like it.
Also, I like the way he's become a decent, if not
expert cock sucker since I invited him to stay with me.
And the way he makes his well used stretched boy-pussy
squeeze and massage the full length of my plunging
throbbing cock really tightly whenever I'm fucking him.
And tonight! Well, have I got a lovely exciting
surprise for him. A special fancy dress party in his
honour, where we'll both dress up in clothes I've
already selected and layout, especially for this
evening.
After I've bathed him and scrubbed his tall lean naked
body all squeaky clean, I'll dress him in his Cub
Scouts uniform, just so he can show off his brand new
neckerchief, leather woggle, tight little shorts and
cute Cub Scout cap.
Also, it'll be interesting to see if the new pair of
very small and skimpy Sponge Bob jockey briefs will fit
over his firm muscled hips.
And me? Well, I'm going to dress up as his Chief Scout
Master!
Dib, Dib, Dib! Dob, Dob, Dob!
Part Four
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Tyler didn't see the look of rapture on the old man's
unshaven face as, in a slurring intoxicated voice, he
drunkenly told his unknown driver just how much of a
well-known young stud he was, of how many women he'd
laid in the last few months, and how he didn't take any
shit from nobody.
The tall young teenager could hardly see through his
blurred and doubled vision, how the large balding man
cast quick glances his way, especially at his crotch,
licking his thick rubbery lips in lust as he listened
to Tyler babble on about how he could drink anyone
under the table, that he never suffered from hangovers,
not like all of the other fucked up losers he partied
with.
In fact, within 10 minutes of getting into the car, as
Tyler garbled on, he couldn't stop himself from
slumping back into the passenger seat and drifting off
into a deep alcoholic and drug induced slumber.
Tyler, fast asleep, and loudly snoring, was totally
unaware that the silent leering old man, after leaving
the main road leading into town an hour and a half
earlier, was now just pulling up in front of an old
weather-beaten rundown farmstead, nearly invisible in
the pitch black of the late evening.
But Tyler did suddenly jerk violently into instant
consciousness as an agonising jolt of electricity
flashed through his tall lean body, making him spasm
repeatedly and shudder uncontrollably.
Then Tyler again yelped in agony as searing pain raked
his body. And as he came fully awake, a look of utter
astonishment and rising fear plastered on his young
handsome grimacing face, he tried desperately to work
out what was happening to him.
Tyler's still inebriated and drugged mind finally
registered what was happening to him. He watched
appalled as the old man, laughing and yelling
incoherently down at him, repeatedly jabbed the tazer
he held in his left hand at Tyler's jeans covered
crotch and then poke it all over the boy's chest,
stomach, legs and arms.
Suddenly Tyler found himself vomiting all over himself,
his muscles cramped up in agony, tears and snot running
down his face and off his chin.
And to Tyler's horror, the old man, cackling loudly in
his excited lust filled state, grinning idiotically
with a manic leer stretched across his unshaven bloated
face, then leaned over him and rained down heavy
punches upon the defenceless teenager's confused
horror-struck face.
Tyler, unable to fend off the savage brutal punches and
the constant jab of the tazer, tried to cringe back in
deepening fear and excruciating agony as the old man
continued to beat upon his face, chest and stomach.
As the clenched fist continued to batter his face, he
felt both of he's now badly bruised eyes nearly swell
shut, both his lips split and spatter blood all over
himself, and his button topped freckled nose explode in
pain as blood shot out of it.
Finally Tyler felt himself slip into semi-
consciousness, being unable to ward off the heavy blows
lashing his body and face, and shuddering from wave
after waves of seizures brought on by the constant
poking of the hand-held tazer gun.
Vaguely aware but unable to do anything about it as he
lay there semi-conscious, mumbling incomprehensibly,
the youth sensed the old man getting out of the car,
then felt his huge calloused hands gripping him under
both his armpits as he dragged Tyler's badly battered
and bleeding limp body towards the old farmstead.
Part Five
=========
God damn, having one of those days today. Looked in the
full length mirror at my naked body earlier this
morning, and winced as I realised just how much weight
I've recently put on.
As it is, I ain't the most attractive person to look at
anyway, what with my short stubby body standing tall at
only 5' 5", so this extra weight ain't boosting my ego
one bit.
I suppose being a short balding bastard shouldn't worry
me that much, but this tub-of-lard I'm wearing is
really starting to piss me off.
I mean, I've always had a small round pot belly, even
as a kid, but lately it's starting to expand, not just
out front, but on either side of me, and especially on
my hips.
Add to that I'm as hairy as a bear all over, have three
flabby chins instead of one, and I perspire
incessantly. Well, as you can imagine, it ain't a
pretty picture.
And them fucking dentures of mine.
Why the hell did I have to go accidentally step on
them? Bad enough I only got two of my remaining teeth
on my bottom row of gums, and the top lot are slowly
rotting away, or chipped beyond repair.
Lord knows what I must look like when I'm smiling at
anyone. Scare the living crap out of them. Honest, take
one look at me, and you know how Urban Legends are
started.
Oh well, not much I can do about it at the moment,
anyway.
Probably over-reacting as I usually do when I'm not
happy with myself. Anyway, won't be going into town for
another two months or so, as I've made sure we're fully
stocked up for the winter, with all the supplies and
surplus we need.
But maybe I can do something about my weight, by
getting the fag kid to cut down on how much he cooks
for me.
When I ain't got him sucking my dick, or slamming it up
his pussy, or thinking up some new sadistic torture to
inflict on his lithe young naked body, I usually got
him cleaning the joint and cooking all my meals.
Pity his such a terrible cook though.
Don't know how many times I've had to thrash him cause
of the shit his served up to me in the past. His
getting better, but I doubt he'll ever make a decent
pastry chef or chef's apprentice.
Now don't get me wrong. I don't give a shit what that
young shit-face thinks or feels about me or how much
weight I'm putting on anyway.
All his gotta to do is make sure he runs that faggot
tongue of his over every crevasse of my body, and be
grateful I don't cut it out of his mouth if he doesn't
do a great job.
Part Six
========
"Do you want to live, fag?"
"Yes Daddy!" replied Tyler quickly, stammering in a
broken frightened voice.
"Then slide a hand into them girlie knickers of yours,
and get yourself all nice and hard for me... you know
the fucking drill, fag!" came the ominously impatient
demand.
It was the same humiliating routine.
Had been ever since Tyler had been carried semi-
conscious, mumbling incoherently, into the old man's
bedroom.
Now Tyler, his tall lean finely muscled body quivering
as he meekly stood at attention, wearing nothing more
than his old pair of very skimpy tightly fitting jockey
briefs, sobbed softly again, moaning in despair as he
listened to his vicious rapist's demands.
Tyler's face, all battered, bruised and bloodied, and
burning bright crimson red from the utter shame and
degradation from what was once again expected of him,
immediately slid his left hand inside the tight snug
urine and sperm stained pouch of his unwashed
underwear.
And hanging his shaved bald head in shame, Tyler,
choking back tears and snivelling as quietly as
possible, tentatively reached behind himself and slid
his right hand down the back of his underwear,
obediently spreading his bubble-butted buttocks wide
apart with his thumb and little finger.
Then, as he began to quickly slide the long supple
length of his smooth silky foreskin up and down the
thick shaft of his limp penis, Tyler inserted the three
middle fingers of his right hand all the way up into
his red raw and bruised anus and began to rapidly
finger fuck himself.
Tyler's stiffening cock, once fully erect, tented and
stretched the thin yellow stained cotton fabric of his
filthy undies out vertically from his groin. The shame-
faced sobbing teenager then slowly pushed his jockey
briefs down his smooth muscled thighs a few inches,
tucking the front of the elastic waist band under his
surprisingly large hairless balls, and slid the back of
them down off his firm, creamy white bubble butt
cheeks.
"Looking real good there, fag! Real good indeed! Dick's
nice and stiff. Now why don't you smile up real big and
start really jerking off for me, just like the faggot
whore you really are... And make it look real sexy as
you finger fuck yourself even harder, boy!"
Tyler, his blackened and badly swollen eyes squinting
painfully from the blinding bright light shining
directly into his battered face, looked timidly in the
direction of where the harsh contemptuous voice was
coming from.
The intense brilliance of the single illuminating
spotlight lit up the naked form of the frightened
teenager, outlining his tall muscular, youthful body,
as well as the many black and blue bruises that covered
his entire torso and inner thighs.
Tyler, choking back another sob, instantly began
humping and thrusting his hips back and forth as he
slowly masturbated himself with one hand, and rammed
three fingers of his other hand up his stretched anus
as hard as he could.
"Yeah! Real nice... Do it real slow and sexy like, boy!
Don't want you shooting all your dick juices too
quickly now, do we? Besides, got us all night for you
to entertain me, haven't we, faggot?"
And Tyler, quickly nodding his head in silent shameful
agreement, trying desperately to halt the flow of tears
from running down his bruised and bloodied face, obeyed
the lewd command, slowly stroking his erect penis and
finger fucking himself as erotically as he could.
"Very good! Yes indeed! But why aren't you smiling real
happy like, faggot? I mean, I know you love doing this,
so I shouldn't have to keep telling you what to do
every fucking time. Especially if you really want to
stay alive a bit longer, you fucking whore!"
Obediently, Tyler forced himself to smile painfully
through bloodied swollen and split lips, a tortured
smile that showed where three of the teenager's teeth
were missing, a sad resigned smile aimed in the
direction of the shadow concealed figure reclining
comfortably somewhere behind the blinding glare of the
spotlight, sipping contentedly on a beer.
Part Seven
==========
You gotta admire how quickly young men adapt to new
unexpected situations.
I mean, just take a look at my fag, and then tell me to
my face that I'm not right.
Just take one look at the way he sashays around the
kitchen in those high heeled stilettos, his long smooth
muscled legs looking so sexy and sensual in those pair
of white nylon stockings his wearing.
Just watch how he minces and shakes those firm hips of
his from side to side, those tight frilly crotch-less
knickers wedged all the way up his arse cheeks, and the
way he wobbles his tissue paper-filled size C cup bra
at me as he serves me up my dinner.
Take one look at him as he smiles like a whore, blowing
kisses and cooing as he pours me my beer and then
quickly gets under the kitchen table on his hands and
knees between my spread legs, taking my hard cock into
his mouth to suck me off as I eat my dinner, should
quite satisfactorily prove my point.
A real shame he's shaking all over, and flinches and
cringes every time I look at him, but that's all part
of his training. It's what makes him so he's very
obedient and subservient.
When you consider it's only been 10 months since his
been with me, loving me the way I like it, and loving
the way I hurt and torture him whenever I want, well,
it just goes to show you how easy and how little effort
it takes to create your own cock loving, cock sucking
faggot.
How easy you ask?
Just think back to when I first picked him up,
supposedly all macho and masculine. A real man's man.
Well, before I could even really beat the shit out of
him and start his training as my new personal faggot
whore, he'd already rolled onto his back, spread his
legs as wide as he could, blubbering away with streams
of tears pouring down his face, begging me to fuck his
tight boy-pussy.
You gotta laugh! Funny how life doesn't always work out
the way you expect it to. Sometimes it's even better
than you expect.
Of course, it pissed me off at the time, but I can't
help it if I'm Mr Nice Guy. Well, as you know, I gave
him the benefit of the doubt, and still beat him and
tortured him regardless.
I'm actually surprised 10 months have gone by so
quickly, let alone the whore is still with me. Usually
I'm rid of them within 3 or 4 weeks, as they tend to
get used up real fast, and who wants to fuck a lose
sloppy boy-pussy anyway. Yuck!
But somehow, against my better judgment, this faggot is
still around, trying his damnedest to please me.
But I gotta say, I can't see him staying around too
much longer. Maybe another month or two, and then he's
out.
Part Eight
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"Do you want to live, faggot?" the words still rang
through Tyler's terrified mind, a horrible morbid
question he'd heard every day for the last 12 months,
forcing Tyler to do whatever was necessary to stay
alive.
The old bald man stared down and watched avidly as
Tyler's swollen, bloodied and split lips slid swiftly
up and down his thick 8" throbbing cock.
"Very nice! More suction though, fag! And watch them
teeth too, or what's left of them, you fucking faggot
whore! Come on, do it properly. More spit, slut! Use
your cute pointy tongue more. Yeah, that's it... Tickle
my piss slit, girlie boy. Now take my dick all the way
down your throat, faggot!" the old man commanded,
enjoying another magnificent blow job.
And as he stared down into Tyler's battered and bruised
face, he began moving his fat hairy hips back and
forth, soaking in the view of the submissive youth,
naked on his knees, slurping up and down the full
length of his ready to burst cock.
The old man reveled in the fact that the very sight of
him standing over Tyler's naked kneeling body filled
the frightened boy with utter dread and terror.
The old man knew Tyler was completely beaten, totally
intimidated by him. Terrified that he might start
torturing him once again with the tazer, or start
beating him up brutally again, just for the fun of it.
Still the knowledge he'd totally broken this tall young
handsome youth all those month's ago nearly caused the
old man to once again pre-maturely ejaculate powerfully
into Tyler's sucking mouth.
The old man closed his eyes, calming himself, forcing
the young boy to slow down sucking his dick.
And as he stood there, his heavy breathing returning to
normal, he recalled how the badly beaten teenager had
quickly strip off before him, dropped to his knees
without any hesitation.
More remarkable to the old man's warped mind was the
fact the young boy had then let him handcuff his wrists
behind his back.
Once again the old man nearly shot his load as he again
remembered how Tyler, crying uncontrollably, watched as
the old man had dropped his pants that very first time,
lowering them past his knees and sitting down in his
old leather lounge chair. Then how he'd ordered Tyler
to lean his blond head forward and start planting loud
wet sloppy kisses all over his unwashed uncircumcised
erection.
The old man remembered how Tyler, sobbing in pain and
sniffling, had meekly licked and kissed up and down his
long rigid cock shaft, before obediently sucking the
full length of the old man's thick penis into his
mouth.
Again the old man remembered how, to his utter
surprise, he'd suddenly exploded down Tyler's throat.
Yes, he remembered just how angry he'd become.
Eventually that night, he'd taken his fury out on the
boy, brutally and savagely beating him until the old
man once again felt his penis stiffen, ready to be
serviced by the then nearly unconscious bloodied youth.
But that was 12 month's ago, and now the old man knew
how to stall his orgasms, how to make the young boy
work his cock with his mouth and arsehole, without him
coming straight away.
Now Tyler's swollen and split lips sent slivers of pure
agony lancing from his beaten face to his overwrought
brain, as he forced himself to slide them tenderly yet
firmly up and down the old man's very thick 8" erect
penis.
The muscles of his jaw ached abominably, his
constricting throat, scraped red-raw and bruised, tried
to close up, gagging the boy repeatedly as it
automatically tried futilely to halt the man's thick
cock repeatedly plunging passed his tonsils.
"Oh, that's so good, fag! So fucking good!" The cruel
old man murmured contently as Tyler continued to suck
his dick. Loud slurping sounds reverberated around the
room they were in, echoing obscenely, ever reminding
Tyler of what he was being forced to do.
Suddenly the man slid his throbbing leaking cock out of
Tyler's tightly sucking mouth.
"That was nice bitch, but I don't want to waste my
first load of the evening shooting it down your cock
sucking throat!" he announced as he peered into Tyler's
silently pleading black and blue, swollen eyes.
"So why don't you get down on your back, lift them long
pretty legs of yours high up into the air and spread
them as wide apart as you can for me! I mean, that's if
you still want to stay alive, whore?" The old man
sneered, watching closely again at the resignation
etched across the badly beaten youth's face.
"I mean, you still want to live, don't you, faggot?"
the old man asked again, raising his fists casually in
front of the terrified boy's face.
And Tyler, even after a whole long year, and still
gripped by an overwhelming sense of utter despair and
futility, answered softly, choking back an onset of
tears as he hung his head in shame.
"Yes, Daddy! I still want to live! Please Daddy! I'll
do anything you want!"
Part None
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I think the fag knows something's up.
He's been trying too damned hard lately to make me feel
really good, doing things that even made me blush with
shame.
Only yesterday he was lying on his back, completely
spread-eagled, quickly humping and thrusting his
buttocks and hips off the ground, and begging me in a
desperate little girly voice to beat him up, fuck him
and play with his erect cock and large hairless balls.
I mean, that wouldn't have ordinarily surprised me,
considering I've been making him do that since the
first day I brought him home. It's just usually he
really has to concentrate hard to get his prick hard
and stiff, and his usually got a terrified look on his
face if he takes too long getting an erection.
Yesterday however, he's cock's instantly rock hard,
leaking pre-cum and all, and his smiling like a whorish
little boy dying to be brutally raped.
Needless to say I obliged him, and again was amazed at
how much he ejaculated as I masturbated him really hard
before fucking him as hard as I could.
And today, the way he bounced up and down on my lap
this morning, hugging me tightly as we faced each
other, with his long legs dangling on either side of my
huge hips.
And as I passionately but savagely tongued out the spit
from his open eager mouth, he couldn't stop thanking me
enough for making him my faggot whore, planting huge
wet kisses all over my face and chest and shoulders as
he frantically fucked himself up and down my throbbing
cock.
Maybe he's picked up the vibes from me that I'm finally
losing interest in him, and trying everything to regain
my attention.
I mean, it's been 14 months now, and I definitely need
a change.
Fact is, I need some new meat, a new young man who's
truly terrified of me and will react in outright horror
when I start torturing and sexually abusing him.
Someone who will respond spontaneously to the shame and
humiliation I inflict on him.
Well, it don't matter none for this young one. Not
anymore. I've made up my mind, and tomorrow night I'll
finally be rid of him.
Yeah, I'll miss him, I can't lie about that!
And after our earlier fuck session today, I reckon it's
going to be a lot harder than ever to say goodbye to
him.
Part Ten
========
Tyler slowly opened his eyes and gazed fearfully around
the small softly lit room in confusion.
Totally disoriented, he looked down at the clean white
sheets that were tucked firmly but comfortably over his
body, then realised with shock he appeared to be
wearing a full length white gown.
And as he turned his head to look at the two figures
seated next to him, he stared in stunned disbelief,
then blinked in amazement as he recognised his mother
and father looking down at him with tears of relief in
their large loving eyes.
Tyler, afraid that he was dreaming and that he would
wake up any moment to find his long shaved muscled legs
hanging over the hairy shoulders of the sadistic old
man while he slid his huge stiff cock up the boy's
stretched anus, lay in the hospital bed unmoving, too
frightened to believe that this was true.
But as his mother reached out and gently took Tyler's
trembling hand in her warm soft hands, the boy suddenly
found unstoppable tears of joy streaming down his face.
And before he knew it, as his chest heaved and
shuddered from the sudden knowledge he was somehow now
safe, that the nightmare was over, and that somehow
he'd survived, Tyler reached up and hugged both his
parents as tightly as he could.
The End?
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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