Don’t Push Your Luck By Dave Disclaimer
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This story deals with a gay relationship between minors. If this does not interest you then please leave now. If this does interest you then do read on.
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Part 11 - My luck runs out
WARNING
This part of the story has scenes of violence, offensive language and rape in. This is part of the story line, but the only time I plan to include them.
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Please remember this is a fictional story and no one has been harmed in any way.
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It was now the Tuesday after my long weekend at Steve’s. The alarm clock went off as usual to tell me to get up for school. I reached across as usual to hit the snooze button.
“Why can’t I reach the alarm clock?” my brain questioned me, it still being half asleep as I was.
I paused a moment and thought. The answer suddenly dawned on me. The duvet I had put half way across the bed was to blame. I was further away from the alarm clock than usual.
I sat up and reached over to switch off the alarm clock.
“Bother!” I moaned to myself. I was awake now. No staying in bed for a few minutes until the snooze alarm went off this morning.
With great reluctance I got up and put the duvet back into the wardrobe. I didn’t want my parents to know what I had used it for last night. They would ask a lot of very personal difficult questions. Neither Steve nor I needed that.
After doing everything I needed to in the bathroom I headed back into my bedroom. I was getting quite used to walking around naked now. I used to refuse to leave my bedroom unless I had clothes on.
As I passed the door to my brother’s room I noticed the door was open. I peeped inside to find there was no one inside. “Odd” I thought to myself. My brother never usually got up early on a school day. You usually had to drag him out of bed. I was now starting to get a little concerned for my brother. “Was he in trouble with anyone?” my mind mused as I dressed for school. I decided I would have to ask some of my brother’s mates when on the school bus this morning.
As I dressed a thought entered my mind. I was supposed to have been Steve’s slave over the weekend. It occurred to me that I had not really been a slave at all over the weekend. I had actually been spoilt rotten. I decided I would have to phone Steve after school to thank him and his parents for being so nice to me.
After having breakfast and saying goodbye to my parents I got the bus as usual to school. I got to speak to one of my brother’s friends during the journey. What he told me did nothing to ease my concerns about my brother.
It turns out my brother had met “the wrong crowd” after his friendship with Steve had taken a battering. My brother had been missing the odd lesson during the school day. He had also been arriving at school wearing the same clothes from the day before. He had also let his personal hygiene slip and he had smelt “ripe” on a few occasions. The smell was easily disguised as numerous teenage lads carried a tin of deodorant in their bags he could use. The most alarming change was in his behaviour.
He had become very moody and distant. He had snapped at people for no apparent reason. He had also “retreated into his shell” and ignored just about everyone on occasions. This had meant that he had been sent out of a few lessons to “think about his issues” as he had become difficult in the classroom.
I was now quite concerned about my brother and decided to speak to Steve that evening if I did not see him before or after school that day. Hopefully if Steve spoke to my brother to say their friendship was not over it would help.
The school day passed as slowly as usual. I was more attentive in class today. Just as well really, as my teachers picked me to answer as many questions as possible as a minor punishment for being so lax yesterday.
After school I managed to see Steve. I quickly told him I needed to speak to him about Daniel. Steve said to call him after six. He had to run an errand as soon as he got home for his mum.
After telling Steve I would call I got on my school bus for the journey home. The person I had spoken to that morning told me that Daniel had not been at school all day. This did nothing to settle my concerns about Daniel. I would have to see if Steve could help solve this problem.
I announced my arrival when I walked in the front door. Not getting an answer I went into the kitchen to get a drink. On the table was a letter in my mum’s handwriting. It read: -
Dear boys,
Your dad is meeting me at the end of my shift and we are doing the shopping today instead of the usual day.
We will be home about six and will order a pizza for you to enjoy.
BEHAVE!
Lots of love,
Mum.
“Yummy!” I thought to myself at the thought of a pizza for tea. The day was getting a bit better. I would wait until my parents got home, phone Steve and then get to enjoy a pizza for tea.
I headed upstairs towards my room to start my homework. I had nothing better to do. Shame really.
As I got to the bathroom I noticed the door had been left open. Someone had recently had a shower. Daniel had! I recognised his clothes on the floor. I immediately dumped my school bag in my room and went into my brother’s room. Empty! I then quickly looked all round the house and garden. Nothing!
“Bother!” I thought to myself. I really cared for my brother. Even though I would probably be of little help, I still wanted to help my brother with whatever problem he might have.
I returned to my bedroom. I found it to be very warm inside. I had forgotten to open the window before school.
“Bugger!” I said to myself as I opened the window as wide as possible.
I stripped off all my clothes (including my boxers) except my socks. I then put on a pair of tracksuit bottoms. I was now more comfortable with the temperature. I turned on my stereo, put a CD in and settled onto my bed to start doing my homework.
Because of the stereo playing I did not hear my brother enter the house. My brother DID however hear the stereo playing in my room. If I had not had the stereo playing the events that unfolded would not have happened. My brother had only come home to get some money from his room. He heard my stereo playing and in his poor mental state blamed me for the ending (or so he thought) of his friendship with Steve. In his confused mental state his blood “boiled” and he decided it was time for revenge.
He had not been happy about one of his friends telling him that Steve and I had been seen larking about in town on Saturday, and another friend saying that they had seen us both going into the local amusement park on Sunday. As far as Daniel was concerned I was the worst possible traitor, and needed to be taught a lesson.
BANG!
CRASH!
I jumped out of my skin as Daniel kicked my bedroom door in and it crashed against the wall. I was getting up on my knees and turning around at the same time to see what had just kicked my door in when my eyes closed instinctively. The next thing I knew something very solid and powerful connected with the tip of my nose and the front of my mouth. This very powerful solid thing sent me flying off the bed and onto the floor of my bedroom. I landed very badly left shoulder first on the floor. This dislocated my left shoulder as my body weight forced my arm and shoulder in two different directions as I landed in a heap. I also had blood running from my nose, which although not broken has been busted. My top lip had been split in two places, the bottom lip in three places, and blood was now flowing from my mouth as well.
I did not have any time to realise that my brother had just punched me in the face, hard! My hair was grabbed and I was forced to stand. I did not know who I was, where I was, what had just happened, and why my left arm had suddenly stopped working. I was totally stunned and disorientated.
Once on my feet my brother grabbed me around the neck and started to throttle me. My right hand instinctively tried to stop my brother, but I did not stand a chance really.
All the time my brother was chocking me he yelled, “You fucking two faced traitor!” at the top of his voice.
This only stopped as I collapsed almost dead on the floor as my legs simply gave way due to lack of oxygen. As I gasped for air Daniel bent down to bring his face level with mine and growled menacingly, “What the fuck do you have to say for yourself you little piece of treasonous shit?!”
“What have I done?” I asked starting to cry as my brain finally caught up with everything that had just happened and I could now feel the pain from my mouth, nose, neck, and shoulder. I could also taste my blood, which made me feel even worse.
“You and Steve mucking about over the weekend you fucking piss taking fucking piece of shit!” Daniel screamed at the top of his voice. I almost wet myself at this point I was that terrified. I had never been in such a scary place. It was made all the worse by the fact it was my own brother who had me there.
“I only did what you told me!” I meekly whispered. It was true though.
“What the fuck do you mean you were only doing what I told you to do you little fucking traitor?!” Daniel screamed at me, scaring me all the more.
“You told me, that whatever Steve wanted or needed I was to do for him.” I started. “Steve needed cheering up in town, so I cheered him up. Steve wanted to go to the amusement park for fun, so that is what we did,” I continued. “Honest, I only did what you wanted me to do as Steve’s slave,” I finished.
I had whispered everything I had just said, as I was too scared to speak any louder. Daniel seemed unimpressed but didn’t beat me up any more.
“Liar!” he said quietly.
I looked at my brother with terror filling my body and soul. What did Daniel know! Why did he say I was lying when everything I had just said was the truth!
“I know what the truth is!” Daniel stated, “You’re fucking him aren’t you?!” He said glaring at me with an intensity that was truly scary.
“NO!” I yelled as loud as I could. “I would never do that!” I retorted. The fact that I would love to was neither here nor there. If Daniel knew the true nature of my friendship with Steve, I was dead there and then.
“BULLSHIT!” Daniel yelled back at me. You are so luvvy duvvy around Steve you must be getting in his pants!”
I had to make my brother believe that Steve and I were just friends or there would be real trouble.
“STEVE AND I ARE NOT FUCKING EACH OTHER!” I yelled at the top of my voice. “I will prove it to you!” I added, and used my right hand to lower my tracksuit bottoms just enough to properly show my genitals.
“I couldn’t fuck Steve even if I wanted to!” I yelled, “I’m not big enough!” I exclaimed with my little cock on show for my brother to see as much as he liked.
In his mucked up mental state this turned out to be a big mistake.
“YOU FUCKING POOF!” Daniel yelled back at me. “Why are you showing me your cock?!” he added to my astonishment.
“To prove to you I am not having sex with Steve, or anyone else cause I can’t!” I stated.
“No, you are just a little gay boy poof who wants a fuck with anyone! You are trying to get into my pants next as you already have with Steve!” said Daniel. Boy was he messed up in the head!
What came next took me totally by surprise.
“Okay you little fuck wit!” Daniel said, “I will make your wish come true!” he added, “I will fuck your arse, but you won’t get your cock near my arse or mouth poof boy!” he finished.
I bolted for my bedroom door to try to escape, as I knew my brother was serious about this. I do not know what he was on, but he was seriously messed up in the head. My luck was not in, as Daniel stopped me from leaving with a powerful punch to the stomach.
As I lay panting on the floor Daniel quickly stripped off his shoes, jeans and boxers. His cock was at full mast. It measured six and a half inches, was reasonably thick, and to my horror was leaking pre cum.
Daniel grabbed my dressing gown and took the cord from around the middle. Before I could move he grabbed my right hand, twisted it behind my back so it was by my shoulder blades and tied the cord around it with a knot. He then repeated this with my left hand, ignoring my screams of pain as my left arm moved around within my dislocated shoulder.
With one quick move Daniel pulled off my tracksuit bottoms. This left me with just my socks on, and feeling very exposed and vulnerable. Daniel took a quick look at my little bubble butt.
“Okay I suppose!” was all he said. This made my blood boil, but I was in no position to say or do anything. I would get beaten to a pulp.
Daniel then roughly threw me onto my bed and quickly tied my ankles together, and then to the bottom of the bed. I started to plead and beg with my older brother but to no avail. I noticed that his eyes had glazed over. He would not hear my pleas!
I was quickly flipped over so I was now face down in my pillows. I started to cry, as I knew what was about to happen. I felt my brother climb onto the bed behind me and separate my legs further. I then felt one big hand of my brother’s in the middle of my back to hold me down. I now couldn’t move! I was pinned!
My brother’s cock then prodded my little butt crack. I closed my eyes tight as I felt the pressure build.
Daniel gave a shove, and his cock entered up to my ass ring. I yelled out in pain. This only got me a slap on the butt cheeks, and a growled warning to “shut the fuck up, or I will really fuck you over!” from Daniel.
Next thing I knew Daniel had a powerful grip on both my hips. What is he going to do now? I wondered whilst crying. I would immediately find out.
Daniel pushed very slightly and my ass ring gave very slightly. As soon as Daniel felt my ass ring give that little bit he rammed his cock inside me to the hilt in one rapid, very violent movement.
I screamed for all I was worth. Tears streamed down my face as a pain the like of which I have never felt before racked my body with such force my whole body convulsed with the shock and tremendous pain.
Daniel did not need this. Someone would hear and call the police. He quickly looked around to see what he could use to keep me quiet. I was still wearing my sports style socks. These were quickly ripped off my feet and rammed in my mouth. My head was then rammed into a pillow.
I was still screaming, but with the sock gag and the pillow my face was stuffed in, Daniel was the only person apart from me who could hear it.
Daniel then started raping my little ass with brutal thrusts. Every time he came down you could hear the slap of his groin on my butt. Every time he would pull his cock halfway out before slamming it back in. I yelled, screamed, and cried throughout the whole experience. It may well have only been five minutes, but it felt like a lifetime. I was being raped, defiled, betrayed, used, and much worse. The worst bit though, it was my own brother doing this.
Daniel soon had his orgasm, and he filled my ass with his cum. This was by far the worst part. I felt so dirty and used I was almost physically sick there and then.
After a minute Daniel got off of me, and untied my ankles. I was now seething with rage at my older brother who was quietly getting dressed as I staggered off of the bed where I had just been violently violated.
“YOU FUCKING BASTARD!” I screamed at Daniel as soon as I had spat my socks out of my mouth. Tears were still streaming down my face, but I was so wound up with rage I did not care what I said.
Daniel did not react to that insult. He had realised, even in his messed up state that I would probably scream something nasty at him. He let that one go. The next one he wouldn’t though. I crossed the line with that one.
“IT’S NO FUCKING WONDER STEVE ALMOST ENDED YOUR FRIENDSHIP!” I yelled. This got Daniel’s attention. “YOU ARE SUCH A BASTARD HE PROBABLY WANTED A PROPER FRIEND IN ME, INSTEAD OF A COMPLETE SHIT OF A FRIEND IN YOU!” I yelled.
This was a bad move. Daniel had been a reasonable friend to Steve, and I had just well and truly overstepped the mark.
Daniel’s face went red with rage. He was incandescent with fury with what I had just said. His mind could not take it all in, and he snapped.
Daniel merely screamed as loud as he could. This noise terrified me, and I decided to make a run for it. Unfortunately I did not get a chance to move.
Daniel threw a punch with all his might. This connected with the left side of my jaw, and sent me whirling round. The right side of my face caught the window frame edge full on. This split the skin just above my eye, and also gave me a very nasty black eye as my face bashed the frame edge.
Once again I was totally stunned and out of it. My hands were still tied behind my back. I had no form of defence. I was screwed!
The next punch caught me right in the middle of my right eye. The power from this punch sent me violently backwards. The back of my head hit the bedroom wall, hard! My legs gave out, as I was almost knocked unconscious. I collapsed onto the floor.
Still seeing red Daniel then stamped on the left side my chest. This being the side that was closest to him. He stamped so hard he left his boot print in my chest. This cracked four ribs. It also bruised those four, and another two.
I was now helpless on the floor gasping. I also now believed I was going to die. I seemed to hurt everywhere. My brain could not keep up with what was happening to me and was already making moves to put me “into a coma” so it only had to deal with the injuries and not all the things it has to deal with while we are awake.
Daniel had not finished though and then stamped on my genitals. Hard! Even though I was barely conscious I still sat up bolt upright as much as I could. I took a sharp intake of breath and as I exhaled fast made a noise that did not sound like it came out of a human being. My body then had an involuntary fit. This did at least stop my brother in his tracks. As soon as the fit finished my body did the one thing that truly stopped this violent assault.
I lay back down on the right side of my body on the floor. All at the same time I was physically sick, I wet myself, and also shit myself. I heard Daniel take a sharp intake of breath as he saw me puke, piss, and shit myself all at the same time. Daniel suddenly realised how close to death I was now. He also realised it was him who had put me there. Next I heard him scream “Oh Fuck!” before noises told me that he was running down the stairs and out of the house. The only thing I now heard was the stereo playing, and that was getting fuzzy in my head.
“This is it!” I thought to myself, “I am dead now!” I hurt more than I thought it was possible. I couldn’t breathe. I also felt as if my body was no longer mine. I was still lying on my right side, but now in pools of piss, puke, and shit!
I took a final deep breath. This made me shudder. I closed my eyes and shed a final tear out of each. I then let the darkness of unconsciousness consume me.
The end????
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