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Dee glared at the school building, foot tapping in annoyance. Heavy’s late yet again, probably in trouble with a teacher. Hopefully he doesn’t have detention and all the waiting he’s done already isn’t for nothing. Just as Dee was about to leave without him, Heavy finally came rushing out of the building waving frantically at Dee.
“Hey! Sorry I’m late, I was-”
“In trouble again because you can’t seem to behave for a day. When will you learn, Heavy- you know I hate waiting.”
Heavy pouted as he followed behind Dee who began walking towards their house.
“I wasn’t in trouble! I was just talking to a teacher about something.”
“Not in trouble? Doubt it. Don’t lie to me, I'm smarter than that.”
“God, you’ve been in such a mood lately, Dee!”
“Maybe I wouldn’t be in ‘such a mood’ if I wasn’t surrounded by idiots.”
“See! This is what I me-”
“Just shut up and walk.”
Heavy huffed and shoved past Dee to take the lead. Dee glared at the back of his head and rolled his eyes in annoyance. The pair walked in silence the rest of the way home. Heavy didn’t even say hello to their father as he went upstairs to his room to cool off from Dee’s bad attitude. Glam peeked his head out from the kitchen at Dee with a curious look.
“What happened at school today, Dee?”
“Heavy got in trouble and then tried to lie about it. Tried saying he was just talking to a teacher.”
“Hmmm, Heavy usually owns up to it when he’s in trouble, maybe he was actually telling the truth. Either way, judging by his mood you were too harsh. You should apologize to him. Have you been doing well? You’ve been rather cold to everyone lately. Did something happen recently?”
Dee didn’t even grace his father with a reply as he plopped on the couch and grabbed the remote to turn the TV on. Glam shrugged his shoulders with a hum and headed back to the kitchen to continue the preparations for supper.
Dee couldn’t find anything on the TV that interested him and that just made him more frustrated. He would go to his room and do what he usually does, but he didn’t want to come into contact with Heavy knowing he’ll still be pouty from being called a liar. Luckily he had his headphones and phone so he could watch youtube at least. He groaned seeing the pile of homework in his bag as well. He might as well do it and get it out of the way before his father started pestering him.
It wasn’t long before his mother came home from her job at the shop and plopped down on the couch next to Dee, who grunted in annoyance. His mother took the remote and turned the TV up quite a bit. Once she sat the remote down he took it and turned it back down without even saying anything to her.
“Hey, the fuck is your problem? You know the rules: grownups run the TV.”
She picked it back up with a glare and turned it back up again. Dee threw his pencil down and rubbed his face with a groan.
“Can’t you see I'm doing homework? It’s common courtesy, mom.”
“You got your room and the kitchen, kid. What’s your problem lately? You’ve been acting like a little bitch all week.”
Dee slammed his hands on the table and glared at his mother. “Maybe if everyone in this hou-”
The silent strong hand of his father gripped his shoulder silencing what harsh words were coming out of his mouth. The look on his father’s face was filled with a coldness despite being a big smile. He squeezed his shoulder tighter as he spoke.
“Dee, you really should go for a walk to clear your head. I think a clear head is best for a discussion like this.”
Victoria gave Dee a stern look, expecting an apology from him for raising his voice at her. Dee, not wanting to escalate things further, sighed and looked away from both of them as he packed his bag.
“You’re right, I'll be back for dinner. Sorry, mom.”
Victoria rolled her eyes, but accepted the half-assed apology from Dee and went back to watching her show. Dee grabbed his bag and huffed out the door, he would have slammed it, but a small ‘hmm’ from his father made him stop it just in time to close it gently.
He was just so frustrated and annoyed with his family; everything they did recently seemed to be done just to bother him. Heavy being loud and crude, his mother never bothering to show any courtesy to anyone around her, and his father being, well, himself. He wasn’t the problem, it was all them being idiots! Wasn’t it?
He stewed in his thoughts and began walking the all too familiar path to one of the only people who seemed to understand him, Ches. He was slightly surprised to see the store was closed. He jiggled the handle to check if it was locked. He grumbled realizing it was and dug in his bag for the keys. He unlocked the store and headed inside, looking around for Ches.
“Ches? Are you here?”
He heard a thump from the ceiling coming from the apartment where Ches lived above the shop. Seemed like a good enough sign he was there. Dee headed behind the counter and through the doorway that led to the stairs. He climbed up and knocked on the door, waiting for Ches to answer. He was about to knock again after waiting a bit, but Ches finally opened the door and god, did he look like shit.
“Jesus, Ches, you look like shit.”
The exhausted man rubbed his face and laughed, waving Dee inside the small apartment.
“It’s not that bad kiddo, just a little tired is all. Not all of us can look 100% all the time like you.”
Dee only grunted in reply as he flopped on Ches’s torn couch, leaning back and staring at the peeling ceiling. Ches slides onto the couch next to Dee, pressing himself right up against him, as if the other half of the couch didn't exist. Ches and Dee sat there in silence for a while until the blonde finally spoke.
“Why do I live with such assholes, Ches! All they’ve been doing lately is annoying me beyond belief! I can hardly fucking stand it. “
Ches shrugged and reached into his pocket to pull out his cigarettes and lighter, lighting one up and taking a drag.
“It happens when your house is small, you’re bound to bump shoulders and piss each other off. I doubt anyone is doing it on purpose though, Dee.”
Dee leaned his head against Ches’s shoulder. Being around the older man always eased Dee’s tense mind.
“It feels that way though! Plus everyone is acting as if I’m the asshole on top of it! I haven’t done anything at all to any of them this week.”
Ches ruffled the blonde’s hair who sat up and shot a glare at him.
“Dee, I mean... if everybody's saying you're being an asshole, well, maybe you're being an asshole, huh? No offense, kiddo, I'm just saying it might not all be on them-"
Dee narrowed his eyes more, waiting for Ches to say something to piss him off majorly as the man sat up and leaned towards Dee.
“Look, you act like a brat a lot of the time. For a kid who's almost 17 you sure act like you're still 12 sometimes. Have you tried just talking to them? C'mon, kiddo, you got a big brain, you have to know healthy communication is key."
That did it, insulting his maturity was really like driving a nail into a pane of glass. Dee stood and scowled down at the man who looked up at him with tired eyes, waiting for his childish outburst.
“And you’re one to talk, Ches? You don’t act your age at all either most of the time! You're too damn high out of your mind, like a useless fucking college student skimping out on all responsibilities! Look at your house! It’s a fucking mes-”
Dee is suddenly pulled down by his shirt. Ches’s usual relaxed smile was gone and replaced with a scowl. He blew his smoke in Dee’s face causing his eyes to water up.
“Kid, I'm not in the mood to coddle you anymore. News flash, princess- you're the biggest asshole in the house. You're not the only kid who comes to uncle Ches for comfort. Heavy tells me all about how shitty you are to everybody around the house!”
Dee yanks away from Ches, standing back up, but the older man simply grabs him by the shirt again and pulls Dee right back onto the couch and into his lap. He’d nearly ripped Dee’s shirt forcing the blonde to sit.
“What you need is to get all that bratty energy out and lucky for you uncle Ches is kind enough to help.”
He turns around and puts his cigarette out in the ashtray and Dee uses the moment to stand back up yet again, but Ches catches him by the hem of his jeans and pulls him back down yet again. Dee scowled and grabbed Ches’s arm and dug his nails into his wrist to make him let go, but Ches stood strong and held on keeping him sitting in his lap.
Dee struggled in Ches’s lap, but the way he was being held down meant he only managed to unintentionally grind against Ches’s half hard cock through their jeans. When Ches let out a small groan of appreciation at the friction Dee scowled at the older man and stopped moving.
“Let me go, Ches! I’m fucking done talking with you, you drugged up idio-”
Ches grabbed Dee’s face, squeezing it hard and causing the blonde to whimper in pain as Ches’s nails dug into his cheeks.
“Dee, you just never learn when to shut up. You always have to have the last say. You really need an attitude adjustment.”
Ches pulled Dee’s face closer to his and loosened his grip so he could kiss the blonde, sliding his tongue into Dee’s mouth who just froze like a deer. Ches stopped the kiss just in time as Dee bit down, nearly missing Ches’s tongue. Ches laughed and wiggled his finger in Dee’s face.
“C’mon, Dee, don’t be that way. Now, since your dad has a very hands off approach to raising you and it doesn’t seem to be working I'm going to try a little more hands on.”
“Ches, I don’t want to fuck this time. You ruined it by being an as-”
Dee hissed in pain and his hands went up to his hair as Ches twisted it painfully.
“Ah, ah, ah- don’t be rude, Dee. You should thank me in fact, taking the time to discipline you so you learn from your mistakes. That smart mouth will get you in a heap of trouble later on in life so we gotta stop it early.”
He pushed Dee into the nook of the couch as he crawled on top of him. Dee went wide-eyed, realizing that Ches really wasn’t going to let him go, he began shoving and scratching at the bigger man who just growled in tired annoyance. Ches grabbed Dee’s arms and pinned them to his chest, stopping his struggles as his legs flailed uselessly.
Ches reached down with his free hand, unbuckled his belt, and slid it off.
“Fucking hell, Ches, I said stop! Fucking stop this bullshit already, I get it I was a smart mouth.”
“God, can’t decide if I want to gag you or tie your arms. Both are just as annoying.”
Ches looped the belt around Dee’s arms and tightened it almost too hard as he constricted Dee’s arms, making them mostly useless to the boy. Dee struggled against Ches, but his frail body held nothing to Ches. The older man may not be a ripped teen anymore, but he wasn’t weak by any means.
“Come on, stop wiggling so damn much you’re acting like this is the first time we’ve fucked. I sent you home with an ass full of cum just last week. Now what I think your problem is, other than your smart fucking mouth, is that you get too pent up. You need to relaaax and unwind, baby boy. I'm going to show you just how Uncle Ches likes to unwind.”
His usually comforting smile is nothing but a wolf's toothy grin in Dee’s eyes. He curses at Ches and tells him to stop, but it falls on deaf ears as he pushes Dee’s shirt up, exposing the boy's chest.
“Nice to see the piercings healed up nice. Told you I did good work.”
Ches kept a firm hand around his wrists, keeping the boy’s arms pinned out of the way while his free hand ran up his exposed stomach to his chest, where he played with the nipple piercings he put there himself. Dee gasped in surprise at the unfamiliar feeling, having not really touched his chest since he had them put in. This was definitely not how he imagined he would have them played with for the first time after healing.
“Please god, Ches, okay you made your point! I get it, I’m a brat, I’m sorry! Just let me go home so I can apologize.”
Ches ignored the boy and instead leaned down to lick one of his nipples, making it perk up as he began sucking on his chest. Dee whined and tried to wiggle out of Ches’s grasp, but Ches held firm, forcing him to be still as he played with his chest. Dee was too freaked out to feel much pleasure from it, but his face still grew a small blush from the intimate touching. It was usually so good with Ches, but this time the only thing he was feeling was fear.
Ches ran his hands back down the chest over the stomach and fingered the hem of Dee’s pants. Dee tensed up and began twisting his hips, trying in vain to buck Ches off. Ches shook his head in amusement that Dee is even still trying. Hasn’t he realized Ches isn’t going to stop for nothing if he’s gotten this far?
“God damn your jeans are tight, gonna need both hands. Now behave.”
Ches let his wrists go, but Dee didn’t listen and immediately raised his tied arms to try and hit Ches. Ches quickly grabbed the blonde by the hair and slammed his head back hard on the arm rest. Dee cried out and curled his head into his arms, sniffling in pain. The older man used the moment to unbutton Dee’s jeans and yank them off in one smooth move, as if he'd done it many times before- he was used to undressing people quickly.
Dee kicked his legs, trying to land a blow on Ches's face. Ches just grabbed his legs, spreading them so he could move between them and they would just flail uselessly at his sides, unable to connect with anything.
“Fuck, please Ches, please come on, don’t do this please. Uncle Ches, please, I'm sorry. I went too far.”
Ches stroked his face and tsked, shaking his head.
“Use that wrinkly brain of yours, I ain’t stopping. Someone needs to teach you to relax and not be so uptight. Now just relax.”
Ches ran his hand down Dee’s stomach and hovered over his cunt while Dee whined and begged for him not to. Ches slipped a finger into him and began stretching him open, preparing him for his cock. Dee gasped as Ches shoved another finger inside him, covering his face with his tied arms as he felt his face flush. Ches gave him no time to adjust, knowing his cunt didn’t need much preparation anymore, unlike when he was younger.
Dee began to cry, begging even more pitfully for Ches to stop. He sounded like he did when he was little and that just fueled Ches even more. Chesgrinned widely as he felt the boy’s cunt become slicker. Dee had to stop pleading as he bit his lip, holding back a groan as Ches curled his fingers right into the perfect spot.
“You’re so hot, you know that? Even when you’re crying you get me going, baby boy.”
Ches took his fingers out of Dee’s cunt and the boy sighed in relief, but it wasn’t long lasting as he heard the all too familiar sound of Ches’s pants being unzipped as he took his cock out. Filled with panic and new strength Dee thrashed wildly and began shouting.
“FUCK YOU! Let me go, you sick fuck. Let me go, you fucking cockroach.”
Ches shot a glare at him and reached forward to yank his hair harder than ever, causing the blonde to let loose a sob as his makeup began streaming down his cheeks.
“There we go, love it when your makeup runs- and what have I said about your smart mouth? Gonna get you in trouble in the real world. You’re lucky I'm not some big dude in the bar, you’d be getting your ass beat instead of this. Then you’d be missing teeth just like uncle Ches.”
Dee whimpered in pain and fell silent, not wanting to give Ches any more reason to hurt him for his mouth. Ches finally let go of his hair as he positioned his cock against his cunt, rubbing himself against it, getting it slicked. He pressed the tip into Dee’s hole and as he tensed up Ches leaned forward to whisper in his ear.
“Only gonna make it feel better tensing up like that, Dee.”
He starts to go deeper, forcing himself into Dee's tight cunt. Ches groaned in pleasure, enjoying the tightness and warmth of Dee. He grabbed the boy’s thighs and pinned his legs to his chest, opening him up even more for Ches who began fucking into him, moaning as he thrust in and out roughly.
“Good god, Dee. Should have done something like this sooner, you’re almost as tight as when I choke the fuck out of you. Just keep your cunt nice and tight for me and this'll be over quick.”
Dee openly sobbed now, not even begging anymore, accepting that Ches was going to use him until he was satisfied. He bit back moans. He didn’t want this, but Ches was a good lover. He was skilled in bed and especially knew how to make Dee come undone. He couldn’t deny the way his body was heating up and feeling uncomfortably good from the rape. He hated it, but could do nothing as he got wetter and wetter for Ches’s thick cock.
He eventually slipped up and let out a quiet moan through his teeth. Ches grinned and patted his head like a dog before he started to speed up, not giving Dee time to adjust as he began to moan and curl his toes through the tears. Ches slapped his ass playfully and grinned wider at the squeak of surprise Dee let out between his sobs.
Ches continued to fuck Dee, harshly pounding in and out of his cunt. Dee eventually just went limp, too tired to fight back and too tired to stop himself from moaning like a whore. He couldn’t help it, Ches knew his body too well and knew exactly how to position himself to fuck Dee in the best ways.
Dee took it just like the good boy he is and let Ches use him until finally he gripped his hips harder, slightly bruising the impressions of his fingertips into them as he greedily fucked into him harder. He slammed into Dee one last time and finally filled his cunt with his cum. Dee grimaced as he felt it spilling out of him around the base of Ches's cock. Ches sat back and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
“Whew kid, took it out of me. God, I must be really tired today.”
Ches pulled out and stared at Dee’s swollen cunt as his cum leaked out of him. He used his fingers to scoop it out of Dee as he whimpered. He grabbed Dee’s face before he could look away and forced him to open his mouth. Dee shut his eyes tightly as Ches shoved his cum covered fingers in his mouth. He didn’t even suck, just let Ches fuck his fingers in and out until he was satsified he wiped them on the couch and gave Dee a forehead kiss.
“Better? Fucked the attitude out of you?”
Dee nodded and tried to wipe his tears away with his tied arms. Ches hummed and accepted the answer he reached forward and untied his arms letting him free. Dee just laid there, not knowing if it was okay to move. Ches got up from the couch and put his cock back in his pants. He sighed, rubbing the back of his head.
“It’s almost supper. You should head home, kiddo. You can clean up in the bathroom.”
With that Ches walked to the doorway covered by a curtain of beads and ducked into his room. Dee didn’t even bother cleaning up, he just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. He snatched his pants from the floor and pulled them on. He quickly went down the stairs, back through the shop, and out the doors without bothering to relock them. He hurried home, wiping his makeup off as best he could so no one could tell he’d been crying, but without his wipes it proved difficult.
He stood outside the door of his house and took deep breaths, trying to get himself under control. He cracked the door and when he didn’t see anyone in the living room he rushed to the stairs to flee to his room. Glam called out to him, stopping him right as he reached the stairs. He kept his back facing his father so he wouldn't see his tear-stained face.
“Did you clear your head, Dee?”
“Yeah, dad. You were right, I just needed a walk.”
Glam simply nodded and stepped back into the kitchen.
“Tell Heavy dinner will be ready soon.”
Dee didn’t reply and quickly went up the stairs to his and Heavy's rooms. He paused for a moment, hand on the handle. Hopefully Heavy is gaming so his back is to the door. He took a deep breath and risked it. Walking in he was relieved to see Heavy was at his computer. Before he entered his room he sighed.
“Heavy?”
“Yeah.”
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have called you a liar. I'll make it up to you tomorrow. Oh, supper is almost done as well.”
Dee didn’t even wait for a reply as he finally got into his room and he slid down the door, exhausted from the events of the day.
“Asshole didn’t even make me cum.”
Dee couldn’t help how his body felt, it was sensitive and yearning for anything to finish him off. He was too anxious and afraid during his time with Ches to get maximum pleasure, but now, in the safety of his room and away from the older man…
“Fucking hell, I’m such a fucking… freak.”
Dee slipped his hand down his jeans and began touching himself- the whole time hating himself for doing such a thing right after getting raped by a man he trusted so much. Though had it truly been rape? If his body seemed to so stubbornly enjoy it that must mean he enjoyed it psychologically as well. He wouldn't be doing this if he didn't. He got to work taking care of his neglected arousal quickly so he would be ready for supper.
Heavy put his ear to the door and hearing Dee’s quiet noises made him blush. He heard the faint call from his father that dinner was ready. He quickly left the room and headed downstairs. His father looked at him with a tilt to his head.
“Where’s Dee, Heavy?”
“Uuuh, busy with… makeup stuff. He'll be down later. What are we having?”
“Dee’s favorite. I decided to make it to see if that would maybe improve his attitude. Did he apologize yet, Heavy?”
“Yeah, he did when he came up to the room. It was a decent apology, for him anyway..”
“Oh, I'm glad the walk worked out. He probably went to see Ches. I still don’t understand why he hardly comes to me anymore, but it is what it is. Now, go wash your hands and come to the table.”