A FUCKING LIFE

BY SHAKEY PSYCHE

[ part 12 ]

Passage

We moved onto the property that my mother’s parents owned and they bought us a trailer for us to live in. My mother and I got our own rooms and my brothers shared. That summer was rough. Living in a trailer was something I hated.

For one thing, it was too damn small. The house we lived in was much bigger, and I had room to move around. For another thing, I have a habit of vibrating my leg when I sit still too long (like when I’m typing). And the last thing, it was always either too hot or too cold. Western Mississippi always had a habit of weird weather, and the trailer didn’t help matters.

The one smart thing I did was to rent out a safe deposit box at the town bank. I put all my money, all forty thousand dollars of it, my toys, and some special things I didn’t want seen or taken. One thing I kept for myself was the nipple rings. I kept wearing them, for some reason. I guess it tied me to what I used to enjoy. I didn’t worry about them being in, because we didn’t have gym class until the following year in this school.

My mother got a job, believe it or not, as a secretary, of all things. I wondered what type of dick-tation she took to get it.

We started back to school that fall, me going to the sixth grade and my brothers moved to the third grade. My teacher was too staunch to try the tricks I did before, so I actually had to study. The school was so small, that it only required one teacher per school year. Besides, there was no way I was going to have anything to do with her. She was a black, fat tub of lard we called “Dictionary Davis”.

Anyway, about a week after school started, we came home from school and saw a man sitting at our kitchen table.

“You must be Scott,” he said to me, “and you are Thomas and Terry.”

Brilliant deduction, Sherlock, now who the fuck are you?

“Oh, boys, you’re home,” my mother said, coming out of her room.

Another fucking detective.

“This is Glen. He’s an old friend of mine when I was growing up.”

We shook hands with him, but I didn’t like the way he looked at me. I knew that look. Besides, I had heard of Glen before. He was dating my mother when she met my father. My father ‘stole’ her away from him. I kept wondering why.

“We’re going out for dinner, boys, so fix what you like. We’ll be home after your bedtime, so I’ll see you in the morning.” She finished her instructions to us and they left for their “date”. I watched them leave, and I didn’t like the way he kept looking back at me and my brothers, especially Terry.

Mother and Glen began dating regularly, and Dad hadn’t been gone even six months, yet. Somehow that seemed wrong also. I watched as he continually made subtle movements to get next to Terry. Terry enjoyed the attention, of course, but I knew different.

After Christmas, they announced their engagement. I almost puked up my eggnog. The following month brought even more good news; she was pregnant. I tried to tell her that Glen was not the person he was pretending to be, but, of course, she wouldn’t listen.

“You just don’t like him because he’s not your father, Scott,” she told me when I tried to tell her about his looks.

“That’s not it, Mom. He looks at me funny,” I was still trying to explain to her.

She sent me to my room with a wave of her hand. I even tried to talk to my grandparents, but to them, he hung the moon. That was Thanksgiving. Now it was late winter, and she was pregnant. We were supposed to be happy. Terry was happy he was getting a new daddy. Mother was happy she was at least getting someone else to pay the bills. My grandparents were happy for a new son-in-law. Thomas didn’t notice anything odd, but didn’t care either way. The only one worried about this whole thing was me.

As the next month passed, Glen was making more excuses to come around the trailer when only we were there. I was now twelve, and getting into a little more trouble than I should. And so, one day, in May, I was held up at school, imagine that. Terry and Thomas made their way home by themselves. It was another hour before I arrived to find Thomas nowhere around, probably over at our cousin’s house, and Terry sitting on the steps going inside.

“Hey, Ter,” I said, sort of cheerfully. “Where’s Tom?”

He didn’t answer.

“You okay?”

Still no reaction. I looked at him in the eye. He didn’t meet my gaze. Tears were forming under his eyeballs.

“What happened?”

Again nothing. I took a chance and reached for his left hip. He moved away from my hand. That was all the info I needed.

“Did Glen come over?”

A slight nod.

“What did he do?” Anger was now boiling in my chest. I didn’t need an answer, I just wanted a confirmation. He shrugged. “Did he do something to you? Back here?” I asked as I made towards his rear end. Again he moved away from me.

“Tell me the truth, Terry,” I said more forcefully.

He slowly nodded, and the tears ran and the crying started. I held onto him as best as I could while he cried. Glen’s truck wasn’t here, so I knew he was gone. I took Terry back inside and walked him to the bathroom.

With a washcloth I wiped his face off. When his face was cleaned, I reached up and undid his pants. He moved away from me with a jerk, and grabbed his pants.

“Look, Terry, I need to clean you up before Mom comes home and sees this,” I told him. “You know how fragile she is right now.” This was true. The doctor told her that if she has any undue stress put on her, she would lose the baby. We found out about that late last month.

“Now, please, let me clean you up.” He moved back to me, and I lowered his pants to his ankles. I saw plenty of blood on the back of his underpants, and I smelled semen as well. It was a very familiar smell to me. I carefully lowered his underpants down and slipped them and his pants off his feet.

I had him bend over the toilet for me to check his backside. It was bloody, alright. I took the same washcloth, wet it, and wiped up the blood and excess semen. After I slowed the blood flow from his torn asshole down a little, I packed his crack with toilet paper.

“Don’t move,” I told him. I went and got a fresh pair of underwear. I got him redressed and looking as good as new, at least on the outside. I told him to try to act normally. He nodded. I took the washcloth and underpants and put them in a Ziploc bag. That bag was wrapped in a paper bag.

“I’m going to my safe deposit box. Wanna come?” I asked him. He nodded enthusiastically, and we sped away on our bikes towards the town bank. We went inside and I put the bag in the box with a note explaining what the contents of the bag were.

“Listen, Terry, and listen real good,” I said to him once we left the bank. He turned and looked at me. “Mom cannot know about this, or she could loose the baby. I will make damn sure that Glen never, and I mean never, touches you again. If he ever does, or if something happens to me, you come and get that bag out of that box and take it to the state police. I don’t trust the local cops. Got it?”

He nodded.

“I need a yes, or no, Terry.”

“Yes, Scott, I understand. Where did you get all that money?”

“That’s my business, not yours, okay?” Again he nodded that he understood. “Good. Now, let’s go home. And you have to act like nothing happened.” He smiled like he usually does and we bicycled home.

Glen was eating dinner with us by this time, since it was only one month before the fiasco that was to be their wedding. After dinner, I asked if Glen and I could talk outside.

“Sure thing, Scotty,” he said. I saw my mother and he look at each other in shock, but they smiled like I was trying to get along with him finally.

“I know what you did to Terry,” I said once we were clear of the trailer. He stopped dead in his tracks. “If you ever touch him again, I’ll take the washcloth and underpants with his blood and your semen on it to the cops. I hear they kill guys like you in prison.”

“Don’t you even think about trying anything, boy. I own the cops around here.”

“Who says the package will go to cops around here?”

Instantly, his hand was around my throat and my head was against the nearest tree. He closed in on me.

“Get one thing straight, brat,” he began, but I wasn’t going to let him finish.

“Listen to me, fuckwad,” I barked back. “Get your hands off me, or tomorrow you’ll see your entire life end.” I closed my eyes, waiting for a fist to my face, when he let his grip go around my neck.

I coughed a little to get some wind back in my lungs before I spoke again.

“I don’t want you to go to prison any more than you do, Glen,” I said first. That got his attention.

“Do what?” He was shocked at that, alright.

“Listen, and listen hard. Don’t interrupt. I’m holding the one card that can send you to prison for the rest of your natural life. But I don’t want that; at least not now. Mom’s health is delicate right now. You know she could lose the baby if she gets too stressed out. So, here’s my deal. You listening?”

“Yeah, I’m listening.” And he really was, too.

“I’ve dealt with fuckwads like you before. You all want the same thing; a piece of ass. I’m going to give it to you. You can have me anytime you want, but you leave my brothers and this child of yours alone. If you so much as think about touching one of them, that evidence will be in the hands of the police faster than you can imagine.”

“What do you mean ‘have you’?”

“You know damn fucking well what I mean. You can fuck me anyway you like. Fuck me up the ass, shove your dick down my throat, I don’t care. Just leave Terry and this kid alone. Deal?”

“When?”

“When what?”

“When can I have you?”

“Anytime you want, Glen.”

“Now.”

“Haven’t you already had your piece of ass for the day?” I quipped.

“Now,” he repeated.

“Fine.”

I undid my pants, slipped them and my underpants down to my ankles, and turned around to face the tree. I heard him unzip his fly and walk up behind me. For the first time in a year, a cock slid up my ass again. He wasn’t abnormally large, but I wasn’t used to taking anything there. I hissed at the intrusion as he pushed into me. I held onto the tree while his cock began to slide in and out of my rectum.

Even though he had cum inside my brother just a scant few hours ago, it only took him a few minutes to cum again. When he pulled out of me, I held my cheeks together so his seed didn’t soil my clothes.

“Your brother was tighter,” he commented as he zipped back up his fly.

“Of course he was, asshole. I’m not exactly a snowy-white virgin, anymore, ya know.” I had pulled my clothes back up and we were walking back inside by this time.

“You a faggot, boy?”

“No, a prostitute.” Let’s call a duck, a duck, after all. “I made some money just before Dad committed suicide. But that’s none of your business, Glen. Just keep to your end of the bargain.”

“I will, kid, I will.” He said it, but I was not totally convinced of his genuineness.

We walked back inside, and Mother asked him how it went while I went to the bathroom to expel what he put inside me. When I looked down at the washrag, there was some blood, but nothing I couldn’t handle. I decided to save that one as well.

Terry acted as normal as possible, but stayed away from Glen as much as he could without being obvious. I had to encourage him to hug Glen goodnight. I knew he didn’t want to, but even Mom would have noticed that change. She may be slow, she still had not noticed my nipple rings, but she would have seen and picked up on that.

That night, Glen came to me again as I slept. I had to move to the floor to make sure my bed didn’t make noise or move the trailer while he rammed his cock into me.

“I like the nipple rings to play with,” he said as he left the room. I didn’t bother commenting. I just went to the bathroom again, and then got back in bed and back to sleep.

For the rest of the month before the wedding, he came to me every night and fucked my ass. Once on the way out of the school, he picked me up and we went to his office for a fuck across his desk. I was reminded of Mr. Tyson during that one. He even had one of his foremen shove his cock down my throat at the same time.

After the wedding, the two went on their honeymoon while we stayed with our grandparents. By the time they returned, Mom had less than four months to go on her pregnancy. I was hoping he would sleep with his wife most of the time after the kid was born, but that didn’t happen either.

We moved into Glen’s house when they returned, but I would much rather have the trailer and him not in our lives than the possibility of him fucking my brother again.

That fall, Mom gave birth to my half-sister, and they named her Charlotte, or Charlie for short. She was actually very beautiful for a baby born on Halloween night. I resolved to make sure he didn’t come anywhere near touching her, though. I didn’t have to worry; Glen only seemed interested in boys.

That year, I started doing P.E. class. I always had to remember to take the earrings out of my nipples before that class. One class period just after Thanksgiving, I forgot them in. A classmate of mine that I personally despised, saw them.

“What the fuck are those?” He said just as I was taking off my shirt. As his words reverberated across the locker room, the others in the class stopped what they were doing and turned to us.

Oh, fuck!

“Their earrings, asshole,” I shot back. That was a mistake.

He, and his little gang, swooped in on me faster than imaginable. Before I knew it, one of them had my arms pulled behind me. Another wrapped his arms around my ankles to imprison them, and this asshole, Craig, was standing in front of me.

The entire gym class watched while he pulled and twisted on the nipple rings. I tried to disappear into my ‘king’s world’, but I was out of practice for that, and to be honest, I missed having someone playing with them. I just didn’t want the entire class to be watching at the same time.

My still hairless cock sprang to attention the second he pulled on one of the rings. My face flushed red as he, and the rest of the class, laughed at me.

“The little faggot likes it,” Craig commented. “Well, let’s give him some more.” And with that, the whole room full of nine other boys pulled, twisted, tweaked, and flicked my nipple rings for the next five minutes. My cock remained rock-hard, to my shame.

“What’re we gonna do with him, Craig?” That was Mike, the one holding my ankles.

“Tie him down, without his pants and underpants on,” he said. My pants and underpants were yanked down and over my shoes. They left those on my feet.

After I was naked, with my stiff prick sticking out, they picked me up and put me face down along the nearest bench. The benches that were in the locker room were only one board thick and held up by metal posts cemented in the ground. My wrists were tied to the post holding the bench in front of me, and my ankles to the one behind me. Someone wrapped a string around my neck and under the bench to keep my head in place. A shoestring was weaved through the nipple rings and tied to the post under me. A sweat sock was forced in my mouth to keep me quiet, and a piece of tape was put over that to keep it in place.

With that, he clapped his hands together, and began spanking my ass. The rest of the class joined in, also. After five minutes of that, they left to go outside for gym class. The gym coach never missed me.

At the end of class, they came back in for their showers and to get dressed for class. During the entire time they were in the showers, someone was always spanking my ass with something. After everyone was finished their showers, and they were about to split for the next class, they didn’t know what to do about me.

“I got an idea,” Craig exclaimed. He got a piece of paper and wrote on it, ‘FREE WHORE! FUCK ME PLEASE!’ and taped it to my back. The whole class laughed, and then left to go to their last two classes of the day.

The next class walked in just minutes after everyone else left. These were kids in high school classes, juniors by the looks of them. The town wasn’t big enough to separate the junior high from the high school. The first one saw me and saw the note. He called the other ten over to see me tied up on the bench. I know there were eleven of them as each and every one of them did as the note suggested. They fucked me before leaving for gym class, and did it again just before their showers.

The class following them was the class of seniors. Just what I needed. This class of twelve was no less merciful on me. My asshole was fucked another twenty four times by the end of the day. Cum was all over the bench as it leaked out of my used orifice. The whole locker room smelled like sex.

Following that last class, the coach came in to turn the lights out and saw me tied to the bench. I looked at him with as much of a pleading look as I could, but when I saw the bulge in his pants get bigger, I knew it was hopeless. Following the instructions left by my nemesis, he slid his much larger cock into my asshole, also.

“So, you like being fucked up the ass, do you?” He taunted me as he slid into me. Being fucked over forty times that day, my hole was well lubricated for him. He even tweaked my nipple rings as he rammed his cock in me further.

This had been the most times I had been fucked at one go since that college party a year and a half before. It just wasn’t as rough or hard as that time. Except for the coach, each cock was after all, a kid’s cock. I had had larger inside me. It was the humiliation factor that bothered me the most.

After sending another load of sperm swimming up my ass, he loosened by bonds, turned out the lights and left the locker room. I got myself untied, showered, dressed and left the room. The whole way home, I kept wondering if I was ever going to have a ‘normal’ life, again.

I also started thinking how I was going to get even with Craig, and stop this before it becomes a bigger issue. I got home and allowed Glen to have me again before Mom came home from visiting my grandparents. He never noticed a thing was different. My brothers were out playing, and my sister was in her crib asleep.

That night, after Glen came (another shameless pun) again, the plan came together as to how to handle Craig. I got up and got dressed in my blackest clothes with black gloves. I grabbed a notepad on the desk and wrote a note with a marker, tore it out, folded it, and stuffed it in my pocket. I grabbed a few more things from my room and eased into the kitchen. In the kitchen, I took out an empty spray bottle and put some sugar in it. I filled the rest of it with hot water. I soaked a rag with ammonia and put it in a plastic bag, and zipped it closed.

As I was zipping the bag closed, I heard a noise behind me. I turned as fast as I could and saw Terry standing there in his underwear, looking at me.

“What’re you doing, Scott?”

“Sh!” I waited to see if there was any movement in the back of the house before I said anything more. All was quiet and I walked over to him. I knelt down as I looked him in the eye. “There’s something I gotta do, Ter. Just go back to bed, okay?”

“Is this for Glen?”

“No, this is for me. Now, please, go back to bed. I promise, I will explain everything when I can.” That seemed to suit him, and he returned to the bedroom he shared with Thomas.

I headed out the door and made my way to Glen’s shed. There was some ether in the shed he used for farming. I took it and some ropes he kept in there and shoved them in my backpack. I noticed a spool of wire and a spool of twine and took them as well. I took off for Craig’s house. I arrived just after midnight, and waited for a while to make sure he was asleep.

With the infinite patience that my life had taught me so far, I slipped inside his house and made my way to his room. It wasn’t hard to find; he was an only child. I eased inside his room, and covered his mouth and nose with the ether-filled cloth. He never saw my face.

I hoisted him over my shoulder, left the house, and made my way to the school. The son of a bitch was heavy, but I was determined. Upon arriving, I threw him to the ground and opened the back pack of goodies I brought with me.

Using the tetherball pole in the recess area, I tied his entire nude body to it. His ankles, knees, hips, chest, neck, wrists, and elbows were all secured to the pole within a matter of minutes. His neck was fastened with a dog collar I took from Glen’s kitchen. Before tying his waist to the pole, I shoved a line of the wire into his asshole with a ball attached to it (I’ll explain why later). A blindfold and gag were put in place just as he was waking up.

I never said a word as I went to work on him. I wrapped a piece of twine around his balls and pulled them down to his ankle straps, and secured them with one of those trucker’s hitches that I hated. He screamed as I pulled it tight. Of course the gag held everything inside his mouth.

Another piece of twine was circled around his cockhead and pulled up to the dog collar, secured by another hitch. He screamed some more as that was tightened; the pussy. I was just getting started.

Pins were inserted into the tips of his toes, just under the nails. He passed out after just two of them. I woke him up with the rag of ammonia. Always come prepared. Anyway, each toe was pinned before he passed out again. He passed out twice while I was ‘pinning’ his fingers that were taped together. Five pins were inserted into each buttcheek, and five into each bloated testicle.

His nipples I was saving for last. As I woke him up again with the ammonia, I passed a very large needle through his left nipple. That brought a fresh round of screams from him. The needles I was using were the same size Master Toby used on me. The right nipple received the same treatment, of course. You can’t go around with only one nipple being pierced, can you?

Anyway, for the last bit of torture, I sprayed a fine mist of sugar water in a line to a fire ant hill just off school grounds. With a little luck they’ll reach him just as the sun is coming up. The next bit of torment I did to him was to put a note on him that read, ‘DON’T UNTIE ME. I AM BOOBY-TRAPPED. A GRENADE IS IN MY ASSHOLE’ (now you understand the wire and ball in his ass). The top of this note was being held on by the needles through his nipples. I decided to weave another one through the bottom of the note and pierce his stomach just above the navel. Blood flowed down the sides of the note from his nipples, and down his stomach, etching his groin in red.

Before I left the asshole to his torment, I removed his blindfold from behind him, and walked away from him so he couldn’t see who had done this to him. I made my way home through the back roads and alleys of the town, as to not get noticed. I got home, and got to bed with only Terry ever noticing I was gone.

The next morning, I got up, ate breakfast, and made my way to the school with my brothers. As we rounded the last corner, there was a gathering of kids, teachers and one police car around the recess area of the school, for some reason. I saw what everyone else saw. A twelve year old kid was tied to the tetherball pole in some severe pain and torment. Where I had tied him, it was impossible to hide him from the other students.

I didn’t smile or laugh, as some did, and some did not. I looked at Mike and Sam (the other asshole in Craig’s little gang). They didn’t see me yet. They were still looking at their friend tied to the pole. The cop was wondering what to do about the grenade. That was what was taking so long in getting him down.

The whole school was there to see him in all his glory and pain. I could even see welts begin to form on his legs, and body from the ants that got him. I made my way, casually over to Mike and Sam.

“Say anything, and the same will happen to you; I guarantee it,” I hissed to the two of them. They spun their heads around so fast that they could have given themselves whiplash. “Do you understand?”

They both looked at me in sheer astonishment, and didn’t answer right away. I repeated my question with a little more force. They nodded.

“Because if you think this is bad, it’s nothing compared to what I could have done to him and can do to you. Got it?” I assured them I was serious with the look on my face. With the example hanging right behind them, they took me serious. And with another nod of their heads, I walked quietly away.