Candy

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

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“Yo, Candy! Get your ass over here! I got something real sweet for ya!” Lesko screeches from across the street.

I used to hate it when he called me Candy, his abbreviation for Candy Ass. Now I don’t mind so much. It’s his coping mechanism, seeing he never forgave me for being his half-brother.

Lesko grabs his crotch, and yells, “Yo bitch! Ya mama didn’t complain last night!”

Him and his stupid friends all laugh. I ignore him and jump the steps into our building where Harry is sweeping the steps. Harold Sugarbaker is our father, but outside of paying child support he never really acts like it. He is more loyal to the building as its super than he is to any of his half-breeds scattered about the barrio. I don’t like him anyway. He is mad ugly, with a knife scar right above and below his eye. They call the bastard The Great White Ape. Not to his face, though, ‘cause he’s still packed tight with muscles and questionable tattoos from his prison stint. I told Mama he gives me the creeps, especially since me and Lesko and Isabel is spared from looking anything like him. She says he keeps the building clean and the heat working. And though I am eighteen already, he plans to gift me my own apartment much like he did Lesko and the others upon graduation.

I hop up to my apartment, feeling Harry’s eyes on me. Inside, I take off my jacket and head straight over to the window. Lesko is still out there, talking to some girl. He always has himself a girl. He is real handsome with a long dark beard and piercing light eyes. He starts tonguing her.

“Slut!” I plop in front of the television.

The next day Lesko follows me down the block, right up the steps.

“Wassup, Candy?” Lesko barked, pushing me down the hall, behind the stairs.

He gets me against the wall, his breath in my face. I’m frightened as fucked, but I drop right to my knees when he pushes me down. He opens his belt and pants, lowering his boxers, and out plops a beautiful set of cock and balls, huge, growing thick and long between inked thighs, the smell rank yet turning me on.

“C’mon, Candy,” he growls. “You know you need it.”

I take it in one gulp. My head bobs back and forth. My jaw feels like it’s going to unhinge. He keeps warning me to watch my teeth, grabs my hair with both hands, moves his hips back and forth, my nose buried in his musty pubes, keeping me there as he grinds his hips. I can hardly breathe, but I don’t want him to stop either.

He came. He tells me to swallow because it is my sweet reward for doing such a good job. I gulp. I look up at his piercing gaze and his row of jagged teeth and then down at his tatted knees and socked feet in flipflops. He pats me on the head, pats me on the back. “Good job, Candy.”

Then we see Harry stand there. Lesko gets out of dodge quickly, not saying anything to Harry and not giving Harry time to say anything. I stay on my knees as if it is an invisibility cloak until he walks away. It appears to work. Then Harry gives me a nasty wink before he trails off elsewhere in the building.

Lesko came back the next day, up to the apartment. He has me to suck his balls as I jerk him off in the doorway. The next day he makes me eat him out, which I don’t want to do, but he says, “You want me to keep coming back, don’t you, Candy? What other Alpha is going to teach you how to be a good little fag?” Lesko is right. He tries to fuck me days later, but it hurts too much, and he can’t get it in, so I blow him good.

Then he stops coming by. Word has it he found himself a new bitch, different from the one the other day. I find him. Ask him what’s up. He punches me right in the kisser, and says I best keep my faggot ass away from him or he’ll kick my candy ass real hard!

I head home. I pass Harry in the hall. I can taste blood. My lip is bleeding. I put ice on it when I hear a knock. I get exciting foolishly thinking it is Lesko coming to apologize. It is Harry, instead, standing there all greasy, smelling of sweat and cheap liquor; says he wants to check out the kitchen pipes or some shit. I tell him to knock himself out.

I’m sitting on the couch trying not to think about Lesko when Harry comes up from behind me and runs his mitt through my hair.

I jump to my feet. “What the fuck?”

“Don’t worry, Candy,” he says, coming around to me. “Papa is going to treat you right...just like I did Juan back in lockup.”

I tell him to get the fuck out. Harry keeps closing in on me, telling me how good he is going to make me feel, just give him a little bit of what I gave Lesko and everything will be alright. “Where the fuck you think he got it from?” I bolt towards the door. Harry yanks me back by my shirt and throws me into the wall. I tell him Mama will be home soon, but he knows she works late on Wednesday. He grabs my hair, flings me across the room, kicks me in the ass, and drags me by my hair into Mama’s bedroom.

I am scared shitless. I tell him it is cool. We’re cool. I’ll suck him off real good, lick his balls, eat his ass out, like Juan, whatever. He just needs to calm down. Harry slaps me reall hard, threw me down on the bed, pulls off my pants, and rip my underwear to shreds. I fight back, but I ain’t no good at it. The big white ape is like five times my size. I scream. Harry buries my face in the pillow and holds it there until I can’t breathe. He pulls my head up and I breathe real quickly, but he got my face back down in the pillow and he does this a few times until I ain’t screaming or fighting anymore.

Harry shoves his cock in my ass with Mama’s bacon fat from the kitchen. It hurts far worse than when Lesko tried except Harry ain’t stopping. I bite the pillow, afraid for my fucking life to scream. No COs to come run in. A benevolent neighbor might call, but that is just a pipe dream. The pain is so bad I feel like I’m gonna pass out. He fucks me for a really long time, pulls out, yanks me up, get me on my knees, on my back, over the dresser, like I’m nothing more than a rag doll. The pain subsides, turning to a good feeling. One I don’t want to feel, though. Not with him, anyone but him.

He sits on the edge of Mama’s bed, lifts me up, slams me back down on his dick, and as he comes wraps his arms right around me, kissing my neck and face.

“Don’t worry, Candy. Papa’s gonna take real good care of you in your own spot, too.”

I close my eyes real tight. I can almost hear Lesko calling me Candy Ass, as I try to forget that my hole is leaking with my other siblings, split open and steadily throbbing in pain thanks to that ape Harry.