Author's note: I've been having a bit a writer's block the last few months, so the series I've started have languished, along with the dozen other stories that I've started and not finished. I'm hoping that this will break the logjam and get me back to writing. The following story is for your consideration. It's implausible has hell, hurriedly written, and there's probably plot holes out the ass (no pun intended). It *IS* however, finished and that is an accomplishment all on it's own.
It wasn't my fault. It wasn't like the time she caught me smoking out back with a bunch of other guys. I was only 14 and tried to tell her that it was the only time I'd done it. She didn't believe me, and sat in her favorite chair with a switch and made me smoke a whole pack standing right there in front of her. If I balked, I got the switch. I smoked one, then two. On the third one, I threw up. It worked for a time...I didn't smoke again for a long time.
Then there was the time that she caught me sneaking a beer. In her chair, switch in hand, she made me drink a whole six-pack right there in front of her. I was 15 then, and of course got falling down drunk almost immediately and threw up. That worked, too. Even the smell of beer today makes me slightly nauseous.
Or the time she caught me stealing candy from the corner store when I was 8. She bought a shitload of candy and I ate the whole bag in one sitting. Yep, you guessed it -- chair, switch, me throwing up. I lost my sweet-tooth that day.
That was her main form of correcting behavior, sitting in her chair with the switch, making me overdose on whatever it was that she didn't want me doing. It usually worked and in hindsight, it's a damn good thing I never tried drugs.
This time, however, it wasn't my fault. It wasn't something that I'd done intentionally, it was something being forced upon me. My cousin, Chuck, had basically pushed his dick into my mouth and beat me until I sucked it. I didn't want to be sucking his dick when she walked in, he had forced me to.
I guess a little back story is in order. "She" was my Aunt Jenny. I'd lived with her since I was two. As far as I could tell, my own parents were just fucking flakes. Mom disappeared three days after I was born. I guess she couldn't handle having a kid. Dad was a pothead and had me for a year or so, then showed up at his oldest sister's house and handed me over to her. "Can't take the responsibility," he told her. Then he too disappeared. Nobody has heard from him since.
Aunt Jenny was the oldest of 5, Dad was the youngest. She had one son, Chuck, who was about 4 years older than me. A widow, her husband had died when Chuck was about 5 and they'd lived pretty comfortably on the insurance settlement. Aunt Jenny worked, but it was more for something to do than for the income.
She raised me as her own, but I was never to call her "mom". She was fair but strict, and heaven help you if you broke her rules.
Chuck was, well, an asshole. As far back as I can remember, he delighted in getting me in trouble. It worked for a long time before Jenny caught on. After trying to get me in trouble stopped working, he started taking things out on me. He was always much bigger than me, having inherited his father's large build and not the slight, small-framed build that Aunt Jenny and I had inherited. He always towered over me and outweighed me.
It started with little things...wedgies, indian burns, and the like. Then he discovered that if he flushed the toilet while I was in the shower, all the cold water would stop and I'd get scalded. That was his favorite game for a long while. After that, it progressed to "wrestling", usually with me in a headlock or his thick thighs crushing my head. When Aunt Jenny told him to stop, he'd say "Hey, we're just playing!"
Aunt Jenny tried to protect me from him, but she couldn't be around 100 percent of the time. She tried the overdose punishment on him, but he just grinned and kept doing whatever behavior she was trying ot correct.
It finally came to a head one Friday night. I had just turned 18 and was a senior in high school. I was sitting at my desk in my room, working on a term paper for history class. There was only a couple months of school left, and I was getting anxious to graduate and move on. I was hoping to get some scholarships to college, so my grades were very important to me. I hated getting interrupted when I was in the middle of school work so when Chuck barged into my room, it irritated me.
"Whatcha doing, faggot?" he asked. I could tell he'd had a couple of beers.
"Homework, jackass," I retorted. "You know, that shit you never did when you were in high school?"
That was my standard jab at Chuck. He'd failed several grades and finally gave up and dropped out when he was 17. Aunt Jenny was appalled, but really couldn't do anything about it. She let him live at home as long as he had a job and paid her rent.
"Fuck you, weasel," he replied.
"With your pencil-dick? Yeah, right," I said, the comeback popping into my head before I could run thru the possible ramifications.
"Pencil-dick?" he said, a tinge of anger coloring his voice. "I got a MAN'S dick. I bet you wish you had one...hell, I bet you wish you had one fucking you, faggot." From behind me, I heard his belt buckle clatter and his zipper go down.
I turned my head around and saw his dick poking out of the front of his pants. He grabbed it and waved it around.
"See, faggot? A REAL man's dick here. I bet it makes your mouth just water, doesn't it? Makes you want to drop on your knees and suck it, don't it?" he jeered.
"Jesus Christ!" I said. "I don't want to see your dick!" I started to turn around back around, but he reached out and grabbed the back of the chair, yanking it backwards. Both the chair and I fell backwards with a clatter.
With one hand, Chuck pulled me backwards out of the chair and to my knees. "Suck my dick, faggot. Suck the cum out of my balls like a good little bitch," he sneered.
Off-balance, I tried to pull away from him but his free hand balled into a fist and slammed into the side of my head. Before I could recover, my mouth had opened and he shoved his dick into my mouth.
"SUCK IT!" he demanded.
I tried to pull away, but his fingers had curled into my hair with a death-grip. His fist crashed into my again. I tried several times to get away, but each time his fist returned. After the fourth or fifth time, I'd had enough. His hard dick was forced deep into my mouth, and I tentative started moving my mouth up and down it.
"Yessssss, that's it. I knew you were a cocksucker, bitch," he groaned.
I just wanted the damn thing to be over with. I didn't like the taste, didn't like the way he shoved his cock into the back of my throat and made me gag. I thought, "I'll just get this bastard off, then he'll leave me alone."
I sucked his dick as best I could. I could tell I was doing a decent job because his fingers were relaxing their grip on my hair and he was pumping his cock in and out of my mouth with abandon. I felt him tense up, and suddenly my mouth started filling with his cum.
It was at that exact moment that, from behind Chuck, I heard, "What the HELL is going on in here?"
Chuck jerked back, his still-spewing cock blasting my lips and face with his juice. I fell backwards, released from his grip. Both of us looked at her in shock.
Chuck was the first to speak. "He told me he wanted to suck my dick, ma. I was just giving him what he asked for."
"Liar!" I yelled. "He came in here, called me a faggot, then shoved his dick into my mouth."
Her stern glare looked at me, sprawled backwards on the floor with Chuck's cum glistening all over my face. "You," she said, pointing at me, "get that shit off your face and wait in here. You," pointing at Chuck, "come with me."
Aunt Jenny and Chuck left my room, the door slamming behind them. As I wiped Chuck off my face with a t-shirt, I heard yelling, then screaming and the sound of things crashing into the walls. Finally, I heard Chuck scream, "Well, fuck you, too!" and the front door slam shut.
