My Stepfather Mark

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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Things didn’t feel right with me. My head hurt and my body stung, a sudden wave of pain shot throughout me. My eyes shoot awake and my whole body tenses against restraints. What the hell? My arms can’t move and my legs are tied together, I tried to scream but something was shoved in my mouth. I felt lost not knowing where I was, something was over my head blocking my vision but I could tell I was laying on a bed.

“Silly boy.” a grown man voice teased not far away from me, “where do you think you’re going?”

I writhed in my constraints, uncertain was was happening, screaming for help the best I could. Then I remembered what happened. Mark drugged me, he must have. But this who’s speaking, isn’t Mark.

“Wondering who I am?” the voice still taunted me.

Suddenly a sharp pain to stomach, the man punched my gut. I heaved in pain, threatening to puke.

“I think you have a good idea who I am, yeah?” His voice was gruff and insincere, this amused tone was slipping through. “Don’t you remember me?” Another punch to my stomach.

I wiggled more now, trying my best to protect myself. Is this that guy from Grindr? But-how?

“But this isn’t the time for speaking.” This time he slapped my head but not as hard, “I’m gonna ruin you boy.”

I felt his hands grab onto my tied ankles, sliding me across the surface. His hands squeezed my dick and balls hard, not in a sensual way, now realizing that I was only wearing boxers. I started to cry underneath the cloth helmet I had on, what the hell is happening? Where is Mark? Where is mom?

“Time to get you ready.” He snarled at me.

The next few minutes we wrestled a bit, him forcing my body into a hanging contraption, I fought and fought but nothing was enough. He eventually got me secure, dangling with with my stomach facing out and legs spread in the air. My head hung down and backwards, the blood rushed to my brain. He berated me the whole time I struggled, “strike one… strike two…” he would continue counting everything I did something he didn’t like. I still trembled here in the air but in a way it felt comfortable, there was nothing I could do here but lay and be quiet.

“Six strikes boy!” I heard a smack of something across the room, “You must really like pain.” I could just hear the smile on his wicked face.

*smack*

A paddle of sorts hit me hard in the chest.

*smack*

Another hit in the same spot. My eyes welled and my body convulsed in pain, laying there helpless.

*smack smack smack smack*

He finished the sixth strike, no telling how red and bruised my chest was.

Next thing I know, his hands were feeling around my ass, his fingers brushing over my hole. I tightened up, scared and nervous. Was he really going to rape me? This can’t be happening.

Then I felt the pressure, one his fingers plunged into my dry hole and my whole body shocked. I heard him laugh at me, his other hand now resting on my bare stomach. Another finger he plunged in, it could only go in so fast because of how it dry it was and the pain seared through me. I was screaming.

He pulled his fingers out quickly and returned them just as fast, though this time now wet and slick. He shoved as many fingers he could into my hole, the pain felt as if I he was splitting me in half, certainly I had to be bleeding.

“Good faggot.” He breathed while pumping his fingers, “ready for daddy cock?”

I froze in terror just thinking. If this is the guy from Grindr, he has a massive dick, no way I could take it!

I felt his tip sit on my hole, and in one thrust, his whole dick slid into my hole. I screamed at the top of my lungs, the way it burned almost felt cold, I felt like my body was splitting in two.

He continued insulting me as he had his way with me, calling me faggot and little boy, stupid and worthless. All the while he rammed his massive dick inside me, not caring how badly it hurt me. Is this really happening? The pain was just so much, I couldn’t take it any longer.

And soon the world went black again..

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I next woke up with a huge breath, I already felt something sliding in and out of me. I could hear grunts and laughter all around me.

“The bitch is up!” I heard someone yell, another unfamiliar voice. I heard hoots and hollers, at least 5 men had to be here with me.

“Mark take it off!” Another voice called our. Mark? He’s here?

Suddenly the cloth was removed from my head, the dim light still hurt from being in total darkness. My head was angled upside down and my vision started blurry and disoriented. Soon my vision cleared as I felt hands holding the back of my head up, it was Mark, staring right at me. His dark features and sharp jaw stuck me in a trance. I still felt something, no someone, pumping in and out of me. All the while Mark started down at me with a smile, me on the other hand with teary eyes.

What the actual fuck?

Mark moved my head upwards, easing my vision to who was inside me. Is that… is that Mr Werthers? The man connected eyes with me, my own soccer coach. I hadn’t had time to react before he reached his hand over and smacked me in the face, I was still so in shock. Then he started pumping into me even faster, I could barely feel it anymore.

How many guys have fucked me? Who is even here? Why is Mark doing this to me?

Mark dropped his hands and along with them went my head, slung back again and staring at Marks bulge.

“We’re sick of that hole, Evan.” I heard Marks voice ooze out, he sounded like it was my fault. “We expect you not to scream, because if you do.. well..” I felt Coach Werthers grab onto my balls and squeeze, my eyes bulged in pain and my body convulsed again. He let off his grip and heart started to beat again, “so no screaming okay?” Marks voice stated this eerie calm.

Mark started undoing the gag shoved in my mouth, releasing it and dropping to the floor. Streams of saliva poured from my open mouth and I immediately started coughing.

“Enough of that.” Marks tone changed, I heard that same tone earlier in my room. His hands grabbed my throat, squeezing slightly and positioning my head, “open up.”

His dick slid into my mouth and it didn’t take long for me to gag. I heaved on it immediately but nothing came out.

“Perfectly clean, am I right fellas!” mark cooed to his surrounding friends. I heard Coach Werthers swap off with someone else who gripped on to my waist, plunging their dick into my beaten loose hole.

Mark started slamming his dick in my throat, pressing his dick with his chokehold around my neck. I gagged and heaved and coughed and spit but nothing stopped him from fucking my face. Tears and slime kept spewing out of me, I felt the liquid pooling in my nose and eyes, getting in my hair and dripping to the floor.

Is this seriously happening? My step father Mark is raping my mouth, my coach just raped me, several men are here to rape me. How is this even real?

This can’t be real..

Pt 3 coming soon