Straighthell-stories

Zach was so sick of this, so sick of having to accompany his step-father on these ‘business’ trips which were nothing more than an elaborate ruse designed to get Zach out of the house so his mom’s new husband could fuck Zach’s boypussy 24/7 without fear of his mom catching on.  And his mom didn’t have a clue.  His mom didn’t realize that the man she married two years ago had started fucking her son the morning after they got back from their honeymoon.  Zach could still remember that first time - that first time his step-father had raped him - as if it was yesterday.

Zach was lying in bed, in that semi-alert/semi-comatose middle ground between being asleep and being awake when he suddenly had a feeling that he was being watched.  He’d open his eyes with a start and there, standing right next to his bed, was his new step-father, which was surprising enough, but what truly shocked the boy was that the man was not only naked but his large man-tool was fully engorged, pointing directly at Zach.  Zach scarcely had time to process this image before he heard Drake - that was his step-father’s name - murmur, “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time,’’ and then saw the man reach out and yank the covers off Zach’s body.  In just seconds, Drake had literally ripped Zach’s boxers off the boy’s crotch and flipped Zach onto his stomach.  Zach was just beginning to angrily protest when his virgin asshole was brutally penetrated by Drake’s rigid fuck-stick and Zach’s angry words became a howl of agony.  He bucked and struggled underneath Drake, but the man was much stronger than Zach and easily maintained his cock’s purchase inside the boy’s pinioned ass.  “Boy,” Drake advised him in a husky voice, “you’re gonna get raped no matter what, but it’ll go a lot easier if you just relax and accept that fact.”  Seconds later, the man began fucking Zach in earnest.

While the physical pain was excruciating; the emotional torment was even worse.  Here he was, a young straight male entering the peak of his masculine prowess, being fucked and used like a bitch, like a little girl, for another man’s sick pleasure.  And he was powerless to prevent it.  The raw humiliation of what was happening to him just amplified the pain coursing through his body and, as Drake settled down into a steady fucking rhythm, Zach could hear himself sobbing bitterly, the pain and the degradation of being raped by his own step-father just overwhelming him.  And it didn’t help matters that Zach could hear his step-father contemptuously telling him that he had a tighter ‘pussy’ than his mom.  “Of course,” his step-father went on, not slowing down in the slightest as his big, rampant cherry-buster continued its rampage inside Zach’s virgin boy-hole, “her cunt was a lot tighter before I started plowing it every day.  We’ll have to see how your cunt holds up over time.”  It took a few seconds before the implication of what Drake was saying could sink in, but when it did, when Zach realized that his step-father was planning on fucking him on a regular basis - a daily basis, from what Drake had said - he was filled with horror.  His step-father was clearly planning on turning Zach into his bitch, into his teenage male fuck-bitch.  Maybe he couldn’t prevent himself from being raped right now, Zach told himself, but there was no way he was going to let the man turn him into his bitch - no way in hell.

Except that was exactly what Zach’s step-father ultimately did.  After he’d finished seeding his step-son’s cherry hole for the first time, Drake paused to explain the reality of his situation to Zach.  “Boy,” he started, “you’ve got a sweet pussy and I’m gonna really enjoy fucking it every day.  And I am, boy.  I am and I’m gonna explain why you’re gonna let me do it.”

“Boy, you probably don’t know it because your mother’s told me she tried to shield you from all the problems she was coping with, but when I met your mother she was just days from filing for bankruptcy.  Your father just didn’t die, boy.  He killed himself.  He committed suicide because his business was failing under a mountain of debt - debt that he was personally liable for.  Your mother, she did the best that she could.  She liquidated the company, got as much out the remaining assets as she could, and went to work - waiting on tables at a local greasy-spoon.  While she was able to keep you fed with what she earned she was nowhere near able to make any significant dent in the debt your old man had left.  So, she started prostituting herself on the side.  Selling her pussy for money, boy.  And that’s how I met her, boy.  I rented her.”

“Now, your mother’s a very attractive woman and she has one fine body and she made a good amount selling her twat - though even that wasn’t enough to begin to really pay down her debts.  But me and your mother, we hit it off, boy, from the very start.  Like I said, she’s a very attractive woman and she’s really good in bed - maybe not as good as you, boy, but then you bring a virginal quality with you that she just doesn’t have.  Anyway, after we’d hooked up a few times, I made her a proposition - if she stopped working as a whore, I was willing to take her on as my full-time mistress and I’d pay her enough so that she could at least keep ahead of her bills.  Like I say, she and I had connected and my offer was a fair one - a real good one from her perspective - so she agreed.”

“That was two years ago.  I know you thought we were dating when you met me, but she was actually already my mistress.  And I must say, Zach, I was impressed by you from the start.  I’ve always had catholic tastes in sex and I was interested in getting into your pants from the first time I met you.  But I knew how close you and your mother were and I was sure that if you went to her and told her I was coming on to you, she’d end the relationship - which was something I didn’t want.  So I left you alone.”

“Everything was going fine for both of us - I’d gotten your mother a secretarial job in one of my businesses so she didn’t have to be on her feet all day and the sex was still great.  The only fly in the ointment was that the more I was around you, boy, the more I wanted to fuck you.  It became almost an obsession with me; more than once I came close to just raping you despite what I knew would happen.  But then, three months ago, your mother told me she was pregnant.  I’d never really thought about having kids before that but suddenly, when faced with the prospect, I knew that it was something I actually wanted and, when we found out it was going to be a boy - an heir - I knew I had to marry your mother.  Which I did, last week.”

“Now, Zach, now that you know the past history of my relationship with your mother, let me explain how it affects you and your relationship with me and what’s just happened here in your bedroom.  You could go to your mother and tell her that I fucked you, that I raped you, and that I told you I was planning on fucking you every day from now on.  And knowing your mother, she’d almost certainly leave me and file for divorce.  But, here’s the thing, boy.  Your mother signed a pre-nup and if she leaves in the first three years she gets nothing - zip.  And, boy, all those old debts your father incurred - they’re still there.  I’ve just been paying off the minimum each month.  So those debts will become her responsibility again.  Only now, she’ll be unemployed because I can assure you that her secretarial position will be abruptly terminated, too.  You both will be out in street, probably literally. And, that’s not all, boy.  Once your mother has her baby, my son, I’ll sue for custody and I don’t think there’s a judge alive who won’t conclude that I’m in a better position to raise our son than she is.  So that’s what’s gonna happen - your mother will be out on the streets without a job and will eventually lose custody of her son, your half-brother - if you go to your mother and tell her I raped you.”

“And if you don’t, boy?  Well, then your mother will be able to quit her secretarial job and live a life of ease in my house, where the servants will be happy to meet her every need.  And you’ll be working full-time as my personal assistant and you’ll be earning a good salary and you, too, will be living in the lap of luxury.  And all you have to do to assure that this is the future for both your mother and yourself is bend over a couple of times a day and let me fuck your boypussy.  That’s all you have to do to guarantee your mother’s happiness and your own physical comfort.”

“So, what’s it gonna be, boy?  You gonna tell your mom and ruin her life or you gonna suck it up and become my fuckboy?”

Zach had listened to his step-father’s exposition with growing consternation and, as Drake laid out the choice in front of him, the boy realized that he was really screwed.  He knew how happy his mother was now and he could remember how stressed she’d been before she started dating Drake - or rather before she became his mistress.  Now she was his wife and could finally have the life Zach wanted her to enjoy - but only if Zach agreed to become his step-father’s fuckboy.  Part of Zach wanted to tell Drake to go fuck himself, to tell the man that he wasn’t going to get away with raping Zach.  But if he did that, he would ruin his mother’s life, just like Drake had said.  And Zach couldn’t do that.  He just couldn’t.  So eventually, reluctantly, Zach told his step-father that he had won - that he, Zach, would be Drake’s fuckboy.  And that’s just what he became.

In the past two years, there hasn’t been a single day that Zach’s step-father hasn’t fucked him at least once.  Zach actually keeps a packet of wipes in his office desk just to clean himself up after this step-father creams his hole when they’re at work.  But as bad as it is, from Zach’s perspective, when they’re in the office together, these ‘business’ trips are infinitely worse.  Oh, there might be an actual meeting or two consuming maybe three or four hours of the week when they’re in another city.  And there might be one or two evening meals entertaining business associates at four-star restaurants.  But, other than that, Zach’s step-father spends almost every waking minute banging the shit out of Zach’s aching boypussy.  At times, Drake will make Zach go 48 hours without even being allowed to get dressed.  Drake likes seeing the boy walking around in the buff and won’t even let him cover himself when maids or wait-staff are in the suite.  But that embarrassment is nothing compared to the humiliation that Zach feels when Drake invites business associates over to enjoy their own time inside Zach’s fuck-chute.  Zach hates the fact that he’s now being pimped out just so his step-father can close a deal on favorable terms, but what can he do?  When Zach complained about this a few months ago, his step-father had laughingly noted that he was only following in his mother’s footsteps - he was now the whore she used to be.  And the truth of that observation was like a knife to Zach’s guts.

Zach is now his step-father’s fuckboy.  He's made his bed and he has to lie in it - with his legs spread wide and his ass in the air.  Zach can only hope that his mother is really enjoying her new life, because Zach’s new life really sucks.  It really does - but, of course, so does Zach now, every day.  And that isn’t the worst of it - not by a long shot.