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“What a good boy.” Rough hands pull cheeks apart. “Just how I remember.”
Searing pain envelops my body as he shoves his cock in me. A choked sob is the only sound I’m capable of making as the air is sucked out of me.
I deserve this.
I know I do.
It’s all my fault.
He pushes my face into the leather cushion.
“That’s a good boy.”
My vision goes black as I’m thrown into the memory of the first time he said those words to me.
Sitting on the couch practicing my shading, I’m feeling a bit annoyed. My father and his best friend, Conrad, took us to this golf resort as a “surprise” for our fifteenth birthday. I hate golfing. And sports in general. Benji on the other hand is a natural talent at everything he does. So of course, he was over the moon with excitement when we pulled into the Sunny Hills Golf Club. I’ve never rolled my eyes so hard.
But now I’m sitting here while our father and Benji went to shoot some golf balls. I faked being sick so I didn’t have to sit on the golf cart and pretend to understand what they were saying. I thought being fifteen meant I could be left alone but I guess Conrad felt like hanging back with me. He’s a bit creepy. I’ve caught him staring at me more than three times just this morning.
He comes into the living room and sits in the middle seat of the couch, putting him right next to me. Why the fuck does he have to sit here? There’s a loveseat and two recliners less than five feet away.
His pinky runs along the side of my thigh. I squirm away but because I’m already in the corner, I can’t escape his touch.
“How are you feeling?”
“Um..I-I’m better but still not feeling all that great.”
I try to get up, but he’s now holding my leg. I start breathing heavily, trying not to freak out.
“C-Can you p-please let me g-go?”
“I think you should stay right here,” he smiles, tightening his grip on my leg, flashing his nasty yellow teeth. “Besides I know you aren't sick and I'm sure your father wouldn't appreciate being lied to, now would he?”
I shake my head. “N-No.”
“Then be a good boy and let me touch you.”
Paralyzed by fear, I barely breathe as Conrad starts to rub my soft dick over my sweats. He chuckles when he feels how small I am.
“Don't worry, it'll get bigger. Let me show you how.” He reaches into my pants, under my boxers and starts to stroke me.
I can't move.
No matter how hard I try.
I. Can't. Move.
Conrad’s hands are like fire on my skin.
He makes a tsk sound and shakes his head. “This won't do.”
He quickly moves to his knees in front of me and rips my pants and boxers further down my legs.
He laughs again. “Look how small you are. Hell, maybe you won't get bigger.”
Then he rushes forward and before I could so much as blink, Conrad has me in his mouth. And to my absolute horror, I start to get hard. Shaking my head furiously, I finally find my voice.
“No. No. No. I don’t like this. Please stop.”
