CW: Non-Con!
All the characters in this story are over 18 years old.
Day 1:
"Dad it's not fair," Roger pleaded to his father. "Why are you giving this much authority over to Mr. Nelson. I'm almost nineteen, I am old enough to look after myself."
"We are doing that for your own good." His father sharply replied. "And you are only eighteen. That is clearly not old enough for you to understand what's best for yourself."
"What does that mean?" That is when Roger noticed his mother getting out with a suitcase. "Mom come on, you have to do something! I can go out and stay with aunt Renee; I could even go to the farm to stay with grandma for a while."
"Come on now son," His mother said. "You are making it to be a big deal, when it's nothing like that. It's not like he is going to come over and live with you. Mr. Nelson just has a spare key and he can check in on you maybe once every two or three days. That's it."
'It's a much bigger deal than you guys can imagine!' Roger thought.
Mrs. Pummel kissed her son on the cheek afterwards. Roger had a sinking feeling in his chest. He knew he couldn't really have a say in this matter. After all, their house their rules. And his father would be more than happy if he just left the house already.
Roger bent over to pick up the suitcase from his mother. The anticipation of what was coming was the worst part of it all.
"Oh you don't have to do that." The mother said. "I can carry it myself."
"Come now Shay," The father urged. "It's seven already, we're going to be late."
"It's nothing mom." Roger answered his mother as he felt lightheaded and slightly out of breath just thinking about Phil Nelson. The man that forcefully took away his anal virginity a couple of months ago. The man that was sneaking in the house and made him act out all sorts of perverted fantasies ever since. The sexual favours Roger performed for this older man was escalating further and Roger was losing sight of his future.
He felt like the last nail in the coffin was planted securely as his parents told him that they were about to go on a Europe tour for a month. And the man that was in charge of his supervision was the same man that discharged his semen in Roger's mouth a night ago.
He noticed his father waiting in front of their ride to the airport and started walking. At that moment, his mother held him by the shoulder from behind and spoke up.
"Aww come on honey, don't be sad." She could clearly see the signs of distress on her son's face. "We didn't mean to be strict with you like that. But," After a brief pause she said, "Honey, we found your weed stash!"
"What?" Roger almost screamed.
"I know!" She sounded sympathetic. "Your father found it in the garage. He was so mad!"
'But I don't even smoke weed!' Was what Roger wanted to scream out.
But he knew no one would believe him. There were only three people living in the house. It's not like another person could sneak in from the back door and plant some weed in the garage just for his father to find. His parents would never believe him over their long time neighbour and friend. The friend that was probably waiting for them to leave right at this moment.
And he was right. As soon as he walked out of the front door, he noticed the man next door waving his father goodbye. Then his mother noticed the man and she waved him goodbye too.
The tall, fat, bald man was still wearing his sleeping gown. Roger wondered about the penis of that man. He had been doing that quite a lot lately. Roget wondered if it was hard or soft, did he wash it or not. Surely it was smelly this early in the morning. The smell that he was forced to inhale almost made him pass out. The beer gut could not be hidden with any clothing, no matter how loose it was. Every part of the body of that man seemed fat, that is until you touch him. The fat legs of his helps him fuck Roger for oh so long; the well-formed arms help him hold Roger's arms, and sometimes throat, if he acts out.
"Goodbye honey," His mother's voice broke him out of his trance. "Be good to Mr. Nelson."
"Yes," His father finally said. "Don't get into any trouble while we're out. Phil there can contact us at any moment, and you will be in so much trouble young man!"
"I," Roger didn't know what to say. The apathy his father showed towards him at that point broke a little part of him inside. 'All because of some weed!' "Um, have a safe journey. Love you, mom, dad!"
"Oh we love you too!" his mother said before his father rushed her inside the car.
As the car drove away, Roger felt something trying to crawl out of his stomach but getting stuck in his throat. His heart rate was through the roof and he felt like he was about to faint right there in front of the house.
'Maybe if I pass out, Mr. Nelson will help me inside the house. Then he would probably fuck me even if I am unconscious.' Roger thought as he made his way to the front door of the house. Then he looked over to the next house and saw Phil Nelson was not there.
He didn't know if he should be relieved or anxious about the absence of that man. It might mean he was already entering through the back door of the house to enter his own back door. Roger then properly locked the door from the inside. Then he hung his head in shame as he remembered that the neighbour already had a spare key and could walk in the house at any moment from the front door!
He just stood there with his head against the door for a minute, expecting Mr. Nelson to walk in. When it didn't happen, Roger went inside and sat down on the living room sofa. The neighbour didn't show up as Roger drifted off into sleep.
His tiresome brain had him dream of Mr. Nelsons penis. He had gotten quite familiar with the appendage. The dream was so vivid that he thought the cockhead was shining right in front of his face. So he acted on his newly learned instincts and opened his mouth only to wake up in the empty living room.
He checked the time and it was half past nine. He had fallen asleep for quite a while and felt tired as he got up to walk to the kitchen. For the next month it would be either take outs or whatever he could prepare for himself.
The thought of making breakfast didn't seem appealing to him, so he ordered food online. Then after going up to check on the money his parents had left him, he realized that he couldn't order food all the time. He would have to be very stingy with the money if he was to survive the whole month on it.
When the food came and Roger was walking inside, he heard a slight rustle on the back door. It was ten o clock, and his anticipation had come to fruition. He still had the take out package on his hand when Mr. Nelson came into view.
"Oh my," The older man said. "You're having breakfast late! You could have called me and I could have prepared something for you."
These mind games were what was messing up Roger in the head. This is the same man that forcefully had sex with him. The same man that blackmailed into keep up the sexual relationship. But now he was talking to Roger as a lover that was concerned about his health.
"Why?" Roger felt like crying. "Why would you," Roger fumbled to find his words. "Why would they."
"Shhh." Mr. Nelson was right in front of him, caressing his left cheek and right shoulder. "Everything is all right"
Roger felt like melting away but kept resisting with the last of his strength.
"No, nothing's all right." Roger screamed. "Everything is fucked; this whole situation is fucked."
