Step Dad

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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There are times I wonder if it was all an act. If he ever really loved my mom or if he knew what his plans were from the start. It's hard to believe anything else, but it doesn't matter anymore. Nothing matters anymore.

If you're looking for a charming story of some sweet, loving, sexual relationship which blossomed from happiness and romantics, then you won't find it here. What you'll find is the story of how my step father ruined me, and I promise you that there are no happy endings or sugar coated descriptions.

I knew from day one that he didn't like me. In fact, I was quite sure that Buck Staunton hated me, though I didn't know why. I'd been polite when we first met, and shook his hand with as much strength as I could muster, but I was a scrawny eighteen year old who played video games too much, and Buck was a muscle man from the deep south.

I wasn't sure what my mom saw in him, if I'm honest. He reminded me of a particularly large bulldog, and spent most of his time drinking beer and shouting insults at the football games on the television. Aside from that, Buck loved something else.

He knew I could hear it. Our walls were paper thin, but he did it anyway, and he did it regularly. Hearing them fuck was just another slap in the face, but when Buck moved in, I was becoming increasingly used to being slapped in the face, anyway.

People think that just because I was legally an adult, that I was somehow exempt from suffering, but Buck saw to it that I experienced more than my fair share of that.

The first time he hit me was after a fight with my mom. I didn't say much out of line, but he followed me up the stairs quicker than a dog from a trap, and he slapped me so hard that I lost the taste in my mouth for a day or two.

"That'll teach you to watch your mouth" he told me, and from that day on, the dynamic in the house changed.

Mom sided with him on everything. I guess she'd been a single mother for long enough that she was exhausted. I can admit that I wasn't the easiest kid to raise, but I was eighteen and I didn't need anymore raising, at least not in my opinion, anyway.

I could never understand Buck's frustration with me. He was vocally furious at the fact that my mom hadn't sent me to the military the second I came of age, yet he seemed dead set on raising me to be a man.

Arguing with Buck was akin to putting your hand into a meat grinder. There was only one winner in such a situation, and it was never going to be me, so when Buck told me to get my ass into the yard and chop wood for a fire that we didn't have, I did it, and I spent seven hours on a Saturday cracking chunks of wood whilst the rain poured down.

"I'll make a man of you yet, boy" he told me from the porch, and he watched me, with a beer in his hand, until night fell and I was allowed inside once more.

Some people might wonder why I didn't just leave, and maybe I should have left, but I hadn't got a dime, and even with Buck throwing his weight around and mom taking his side, it still beat sleeping on a bench, until it didn't.

Mom got a job at the bank. I was happy for her because it's what she used to do before I was born, and Buck was overjoyed. I knew that the only reason he was so happy was because that meant more money in the house for beer, because the checks he was getting from the government didn't seem to be cutting it anymore.

Buck didn't knock. Not only did he not knock, but he made it his mission to take every key from every door in the house so that I couldn't even lock them. At first, I was sure it was just another control thing, but when mom stared working, I realised what the real reason for it was.

"Do you mind?" I asked, when he barged into the bathroom as I showered.

I was a modest guy. I'd always been that way, and I sure as hell wasn't about to change at this age. I wasn't particularly endowed, nor did I have a shredded body like some of the guys in school, so I'd spent most of my life keeping my private parts private.

"Ain't nothing private in here no more" Buck chuckled as I wrapped the shower curtain around my naked body, and I grimaced as he unzipped his jeans and pulled a thick, beer can sized slab of meat from the inside.

I didn't mean to look. It wasn't like I wanted to see it or anything, but he'd done it right there in front of me, and the sheer size of the thing made me gawp. Sometimes I think that it was my fault that it happened. Maybe if I hadn't looked at him things would have stayed the same. But I did look at him, and things didn't stay the same.

He caught me looking. Even though it only lasted a second or two, Buck knew I'd seen it. I was embarrassed, but I turned away as he shot a powerful stream of piss into the toilet, and I waited for him to leave as I cringed.

Buck didn't say anything. He finished up, shook his mammoth organ and left the bathroom without flushing. That in itself was nothing new, but the shameful feeling inside burned through me like a disease, and by the time I'd finished and wrapped the towel around my waist, I almost felt as though I should apologise.

I left the bathroom and considered what I might say, and then it happened.

"Are you some sort of perv?" He snarled, his hand shooting from nowhere, grasping my throat and slamming me against the wall as I gasped. "Is that what you are, huh? Some sort of sissy boy faggot?"

I couldn't breathe. Every heave of my chest sent panic shooting through my body. I grabbed his wrist first, desperately trying to pry his grip away, but he had the power of two men, and in that moment, I was certain that Buck Staunton was going to murder me.

"Answer me you son of a bitch!" He demanded, and his free hand smashed across my face as I became weaker.

My eyes bulged. I felt my face turn beet red, and just as the world began to darken around me, Buck released his grip and I fell to my knees, screaming air into my burning lungs until my whole body was ripped backwards as he dragged me back by my wet hair.

"Say it" he hissed, "say you're a faggot".

"I... I..." I could hardly catch my breath, "I'm not!"

Another thunderous blow made me see stars, but Buck kept me in place as the hairs began to tear from my scalp. "I ain't tellin' you again, boy" he spat, pointing his thick finger in my face, "now you go ahead and say what I told you to say".

They were only words. I could say whatever Buck wanted me to say, but it didn't change the fact that they were only words. Words designed to humiliate me, but words nonetheless.

"I'm a faggot" I cried, battling tears as they threatened to fall.

"That's right" he nodded, "and faggots are good for one thing and one thing only".

I thought it would be over. I thought that by saying the cruel words that Buck's fun would come to an end, but that didn't happen. What I didn't know in that moment was that Buck's fun was only just beginning, and I had become his favourite toy.

My knees burned as he dragged me across the carpet. I tried to scramble to my feet, but succeeded only in loosening the towel and losing it along the way. I was naked, and my worst fears were beginning to come true, and all I could do was squeal and beg, and hide myself with my free hand.

"Yeah you fuckin' scream" he snapped, "sittin' on your ass all day, playin' fucking video games. It's time you started makin' yourself useful, boy. Y'hear me?"

I was back in my bedroom, slipping across the wooden floor as he ripped me after him. I was hyperventilating now, frantically trying to pry his fingers from my hair, but Buck was stronger than I'd ever given him credit for.

"I've been wanting to do this since the day I met you" he grinned, and his belt came off so smoothly that I knew he'd practiced it before.

"Buck, please!" I yelped, as my naked body was swung through the air, and I ended up bent over his lap.

"Buck, please" he mimicked, and the crack of his belt made me scream in a pitch that I'd never heard before. "Don't Buck please me, you little fucker". Another one, welting my flesh instantly, sending burning pain through my buttocks. "You've been askin' for this for a long time, son" he continued, smashing the leather down again as I bawled. "And your daddy never did it, so now I'ma do it".

I lost count after the fifth strike. It felt as though he was carving my flesh with a hot knife, but the sharp cracks continued to echo through the room until unintelligible noises poured from my throat, and tears and snot mixed on my face and dripped onto the floor.

"This is how things are gonna be around here from now on, you understand me, boy?" He asked, and in the brief moment of respite, all I could do was appease him.

"Yes!" I sobbed, praying that this chaotic situation would finally draw to an end.

Buck kept me hanging over his knees for a moment, but I could hear the buckle of his belt clank, and then another wave of panic gripped me when the loop wrapped around my neck, and tightened until I gasped.

"Now I don't want your mom coming back to find you hanging from the lightbulb with that little pecker dangling out" he chuckled, "so you and me are about to come to a little arrangement".

He used the strap of the belt to drag me from his lap and place me between his legs. If being naked was embarrassing, being naked on my knees, with Buck holding a belt around my neck was unfathomable.

"Y'see, I like things a little rough" he said, and his voice seemed calmer, so I almost took a breath. Until he continued. "Your mom ain't able to handle nice inches of pure, raw meat, and that's where you're gonna come in, boy".

Alarm bells began ringing in my head. Maybe I was naïve not to realise it sooner, but everything had happened so fast. I shook my head manically. It couldn't happen. It wouldn't happen. And then Buck used the strap of the belt to whack me across the face, and I squealed once more and fell silent.

"This ain't a conversation, boy" he grinned, "this is me tellin' you what's what from now on, and you can either bitch and moan about it, or you can put that faggot mouth to use, but either way, it's gonna' happen".

My entire body began to tremble as Buck unbuttoned his jeans and shimmied them down his hairy legs. I felt my stomach churn, and had to actively hold my mouth to prevent myself from puking on him.

"Don't worry" he laughed, dragging his jeans to his ankles, "anything in that stomach of yours is about to come up anyway".

"No" I managed, and the tears fell harder, "please".

Buck ignored me. He held the belt with one hand, and with the other, he ripped his loose boxer shorts down his thighs and my eyes were back on the monster inside.

"You like it, don't you, boy?" He asked proudly, flexing it so it moved.

Even flaccid, Buck's cock was frighteningly large. It made me want to run away, even if that meant running through the streets naked. It made me want to run and never, ever look back, but I couldn't run, all I could do was watch as it began to swell.

"I don't like that shaving shit" he said, as we both watched it, "you ain't a man if you're shaving anywhere below your neck, that's what I say".

His pubic hair was so dense that I couldn't even see the flesh underneath. It looked matted, too, and the stench of cock that wafted over me, gave the impression that it had been a day or two since Buck last washed himself.

"Don't be shy" he snarled, and yanked me closer to him with the belt, "get a good whiff of your new best friend".

I watched my tears fall onto his meat. With each swell, his cock seemed to double in size, and his thick foreskin began to slide back to reveal a wet helmet underneath. He grabbed it by the base, holding it tighter than anybody should ever hold their own cock, and he smeared it across my closed lips.

"Now you listen to me, boy" he growled, spreading pre-cum on me like lip stick, "I'll break some teeth if I have to, and you'll tell your mom you fell, so don't make me do something you're gonna regret".

I had no reason to doubt Buck anymore. I was quite sure that my backside was bleeding, and the pain hadn't let up once. The man was a monster, and I was certain that he was capable of anything.

With the most anguished groan that I had ever let out before, I resigned to the fact that for now, at least, I was going to do something that I would never forgive myself for.

I parted my lips and Buck's wet cock head filled my mouth roughly. The regret was instant, the sharp flavour of his fluids made me retch violently, and as much as I tried to pull away, I was trapped.

"You get that all the way in now, y'hear?" He grunted, pushing down on the back of my head with both hands, "you ain't stopping until you've puked!"

That most certainly wouldn't be a problem. His long, thick cock almost broke my jaw, and it blocked my throat entirely as he forced more of himself into me. On the third thrust, vomit exploded from my mouth and nose, and Buck did nothing but laugh.

"I told you!" He teased, and fed more of himself into me.

My entire world had come crashing down around me. Every shred of self respect had been ripped from me and burned right before my eyes, and all I could do was choke on him, and choke on him I did, until the tears stopped rolling, and my body ran on auto-pilot.

"Come on" he said, after almost thirty minutes of raping my throat, "look up at me, I wanna paint that pretty little face".

Nothing made sense anymore. His words barely registered. I didn't even realise that I was doing exactly what he told me to do, and then I waited, as he pumped his huge, greasy cock with his fist, and made noises that only a wild animal would make.

The first rope of cum hit me like a slap. It splashed across my eye, stinging as it covered me, and drooled down my cheek. The second one came soon after, almost larger than the first and dousing my nose and lips. Buck continued to growl and grunt as he slathered me in his rancid seed, and I just knelt there and took every last drop until he was finished.

"You know what, son" he gasped, breathless, "that's gotta be one of the finest blowjobs I've gotten in a hot minute!" He slapped his naked thigh and stood up. "But I just want you to know something" he continued, "I'm a real dirty motherfucker, and I wanna do things to you that would make those little balls crawl up into your stomach".

His boot smashed between my legs and I dropped like a sack of bricks.

"And boy, you best believe I'm gonna do em'".

With those words, Buck yanked the belt from around my neck and pulled up his pants. I lay on the floor, groaning in pain as my kidneys ached, my ass burned and my throat swelled.

It was probably a good thing that I didn't know then, what I know now. Maybe if I had known that Buck was indeed going to use me in the most hideous ways, I would have jumped out the window, and never looked back. I didn't know, however, but I was about to find out.