Date: Mon, 15 Aug 2005 19:38:59 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: rick's anal ordeal -20

Getting fucked by Bud Ryker and his dogs, Charlie Grover and his dad
-Phillip Gover, and Tom Willis, was really starting to become a conflict
of interest. For while I had legitimate feelings for Bud and his dogs, I
was deathly afraid that Chuck and Tom would start telling everything they
knew to all the towns folk should I not do whatever they wanted, whenever
they wanted. They had already did some damage to my life, by fucking me
behind closed doors at my parent's house while my mom sat just outside
-listening. Now my mother knew that I was getting fucked by men (or at
least by Chuck and Willis. Thank goodness she had no idea about Bud, and
mr G, and Carlos and Luis, and Pop, Flint, Rex, and ROC).
Besides that, things were happening too fast. I felt as if I had NO
control over my life. Over who I did, what I did, or how I did it. I was
everyone's pawn. Everyone had something ON me. Some incriminating
information that made me their slave, to do their bidding however they
presented it. I needed a change. I needed to stand up for myself. But
HOW? How could I regain control over my life without pissing off
everyone, and having all of my dirty secrets aired for all the world to
see?

As the days passed, Willis and Chuck were starting to become more and
more demanding with their sexual requests. Luckily Bud had reduced my
work hours with the dogs, to save my ass (more for his dick then any
other reason). Now I was only servicing the dogs 3 days a week instead of
the 5, and some weekends while I stayed at Buds overnight. I still
enjoyed giving him my ass. I loved the way he felt inside of me, rocking
back and forth with a steady thrust, kissing me passionately until he
burst away inside me. But now Chuck was calling and demanding daily
service as well. He wanted me to come to his dad's store so he could fuck
my mouth or ass (depending on what he wanted). He'd blow a heavy load of
cum into me, then send me on my way, -usually with some off colored
comment which made me feel like used garbage afterwards. His dad was
usually somewhere lurking nearby in the shadows, waiting for sloppy
seconds. He'd fuck me in which ever hole his son had just dumped in,
feeling his dick slide through his son's cum residue, and mixing his own
spunk with Chuck's. Chuck still had no idea that his ole man was doing me
too. 'HELL IF I KNEW' where he thought his dad was disappearing to while
he minded the store all those times, but he never seemed to catch on that
his pop was getting as much ass from me as HE was. Then afterwards, mr G
would toss me out of the store with some nasty little epigram, at my
expense. Getting fucked by the father and son duel wasn't really that
bad, but they often made me feel like less then human after they finished
using me, then casting me off like unwanted trailer trash. And to top it
all off, my mom told me that she knew that I was visiting Chuck at the
grocery store everyday. She told me that some of her closest friends
would call and ask if I'd started working there, as they saw me
practically everyday disappearing into the back storeroom with him. Mom
disapproved of me seeing Chuck (of course) after the way he mistreated me
the other day with Willis. I couldn't blame her, but had little to say
about it.

Even Willis got back into the scene whenever he found the time to get
away from his new job, or his fat wife. He'd usually find me somewhere on
the street, either walking someplace or driving. Then he'd honk his horn
and pick me up, or pull me over. He'd make me suck his cock right there
in the front seat of his old dirty pick-up. If the streets were too
crowded with cars or pedestrians, then he'd pull into a vacant side
street and fuck my face until he came. I've sucked his dick in parking
lots and side streets, back roads and dirt drives, all over this town. On
those deserted back roads is where he'd sometimes fuck me. He'd put me in
the back of his truck, and either dick me doggy-style, or on my back
looking up at him. He claimed he liked looking into my eyes when he
fucked me, because I looked like I enjoyed it so much.

Once while I was out running errands with my dad, Willis saw us driving
down Smites Boulevard, and followed us. He pulled up behind us in the
parking lot at the Home Depot. We didn't notice him until he grabbed me
while I was alone, and dragged me up into one of the less frequented
isles near the back of the store. I struggled to get away from his grip,
but he instantly had my hands bound behind my back with plastic sting. I
could feel the sharp edge cutting into my skin.

"Yeehhh...thought your ass was gettin away, eh?" he whispered in my ear.
I could easily smell that he'd been drinking.

"W...Willis...?" I questioned, trying to turn my head to see my attacker.

"Thats right, Bitch! Willis!" he hissed, pulling me behind a stack of
unloaded boxes on the side of the isle. "You and Bud thought yall seen
the last of me, didn't ya?" he asked, pushing me over the stack and
pulling at my pants. "But I ain't no where near done with this ass yet!"
he stated, pulling my waist band down to expose my butt.

"Wha...whatta you think you're doing?!" I asked, feeling the cool air
from the store on my ass crack.

"Ain't it obvious?" he asked, spitting into his hand, and then smearing
his wet fingers up the crack to moisten my hole. "I'm about to nail me
some pussy!"

"NO, please...NOT here!" I begged, feeling panic spread over me. "My
dad...!"

"Your dad ain't no damn concern of mines, Bitch!" he said, pushing his
cock up into my ass crack. I felt the head pressing into my hole firmly.

"NOOmmmmpphhh!!" I yelled, just as he covered my mouth with his hand. I
could see customers walking by the far end of the isle with their
shopping carts. None looked in our direction, and if they did, all they
saw were stacks of open and unopened boxes. They didn't know that a young
19 year old was getting his asshole wedged open and fucked against his
will.

I felt Willis' cock penetrate me, the head tearing through my tight ring
as I fought to keep him out. I was willing to let him fuck me if he
wanted to, but I didn't want to get fucked in the middle of a busy
popular home improvement store with my dad lurking around the corner. But
Willis was determined to humiliate me whenever possible. He called me HIS
BITCH, vowing that I would "never" get away from him. He claimed my ass
as his own, that Bud was "nothing" compared to him. He stressed this
point while shoving his cock into my hole and fucking me hard. I couldn't
believe that I was standing in the center of the Home Depot, getting my
butt busted by a sadistic rapist. Willis grabbed hold of my hips and
started really banging his dick into me. I tried my best to hold back my
grunts, but his thrusts were too powerful. I bit my lower lip until I
drew blood. The last thing I needed was for some unsuspecting customer to
walk up on us, and scream. Slapping sounds from our colliding flesh
filled the isle. I felt my limp cock start to grow between my legs,
despite my nervousness. Willis was fucking me so hard, that the stack of
boxes I leaned on, fell over with a huge crash. I fully expected
employees to come rushing up at any minute, but luckily no one seemed to
notice the loud "bang".

Willis never stopped his anal assault on me. He continued to butt fuck me
hard and relentless. His cock piston through my colon with a madness of
it's own, tearing through my pulsating rectum with complete disregard for
my well being. It was like being taken by a madman, or psycho!

"FUCK, YEAH!" he grunted, pounding my sore butt cheeks and knocking the
breath right out of me with each thrust. I could barely stand erect, due
to the heavy fucking. With my hands still tied behind my back, I had to
rely on Willis's strength to hold me up. He fucked me until he had me
bending over the fallen stacks, leaning me out into the isle. "Give me
that PUSSY! YEAH!" he tormented, picking up the pace as he rode me. He
noticed that I wasn't grunting as loudly as I normally did back in the
kennel, that I was afraid I might alert someone to my ordeal. So he
tormented me more. "Go on, SCREAM!" he shouted, his hands gripping at my
sides. "Call for your daddy! Let everybody know what a faggot you are!
You just might find a few more takers for your ass!"

I let Willis' hate roll off my back. I couldn't have cared less what he
thought of me, or how he saw me. I just wanted him to hurry up and finish
fucking me before someone (especially my dad) walked up and caught us.
There was a moment during the fucking where I almost fell forward. Will
held me steady while he pumped my butt. I anal ring tighten on his stroke
from the strain of my off-balance. I hear Willis groan sharply at the
unexpected squeeze. I knew that was what I needed to continue to get him
off quicker. So I started squeezing my anus around his thrusting shaft,
tightening and relaxing until I had his cock throbbing regularly. Willis
fucked me extra hard for several whole minutes, before suddenly thrusting
all the way in and holding it there.

"AARRRRHHHHHH!!" he screamed, cumming off inside me with huge spurts of
hot semen. I felt his cock jump and jerk wildly, filling my convulsing
rectum with tons of heavy spooge. He must have saved up every ounce of
his juice since the last time he fucked me, as I felt him dump a ton of
cum into me. I was still leaning over in the isle, watching the far end
to make sure no one noticed my shameful encounter. When he was finally
done cumming, Willis let go of me, and I tumbled down to the floor face
first. Will tucked his spent, softening cock into his pants, and walked
over me and out of the store without another word, -leaving me with my
arms still tied and my pants down under my leaking ass.
I lay there, stunned and in a daze at his cruelness. How was I going to
free myself? I knew it was just a matter of time before someone wandered
down my isle, finding me half naked and bound. How would I explain my
condition to them? And security? They would take one look at me with my
pants down under my ass, and know that I was gay. I struggled to free
myself, but the thin plastic bonds were too tight. I could feel the edges
drawing blood. Just then I hear my dad's voice calling my name...

"Rick?" he called, pausing for an answer. He sounded about 2 isles over,
and getting closer. 'DAMN...' -I thought, fighting to get to my feet. My
heart was beating a mile a minute, I knew I was in big shit. I could
NEVER explain something like this to my dad! Mom was another story. She
was a conservative, but liberal (for the most part). But DAD was a
straight up REPUBLICAN, homosexuality was definitely not on his party's
agenda. I would be lucky just to get a stiff lecture and a stern
beat-down out of it. I knew kids from highschool who were totally
ostracized by their families. Dad reminded me of those households.

"Rick...?" he called again, from one isle over. I was totally paralyzed
at this point. I was completely helpless to save myself as I saw my dad
round the corner with his metal truck carrying building supplies he was
soon to purchase. "Rick? What are you doing laying on the floor?" he
asked, surprised. "I've been calling for you. Why didn't you answer me?
Did you fall? Are you hurt?" he asked, his eyes surveying the situation.
My awkward silence didn't help much, it only made dad's mind wander more
as he noticed my hands locked behind my back. "Did someone tie you up?"
he continued to ask, looking me over thoroughly. Then he noticed my
exposed buttock, my pants and underwear pulled down to just below my ass.
Embarrassment shot through me like a bullet.

"What the hell's going on here?" he asked, sensing something wrong. I
diverted my eyes, afraid to see his questioning stare and growing hatred.
I may not've cared what Willis thought of me, but this was my DAD, his
opinion meant everything! He reached down and helped pull me up to my
feet. Then using both hands, he physically turned my back to him. "Who
did this to you?" he asked, pulling a small switch blade from his pocket.
He used it to snip the plastic sting, which quickly popped, freeing my
hands. Hoping that he hadn't noticed the semen escaping my anus and
starting to leak down the backs of my legs, I gripped my waist-band I
pulled my pants up over my butt. Dad looked stunned. "Was that...? Did
someone...? Rick, were you...fucked...?"

* * * * *

At my parent's house, my mom and dad sat me down for a serious heart to
heart. I was so nervous that I resembled someone about to be seated in
the electric chair. My mom had heard me getting fucked by 2 guys, now dad
saw the evidence for himself. I sat across from them, fully expecting
them to disown me and perhaps throw me out of the house like yesterday's
paper.
Dad was pacing back and forth. He looked about as nervous and jittery as
I felt. I guess it wasn't everyday that a man finds out his son is
turning up ass. He could barely make eye contact with me, which suited me
just fine as I had no idea what I would say to him anyway. During the car
ride home, we sat in total and complete silence. Now he was getting ready
to tell me what was on his mind. I just hoped I'd have time to pack
myself a bag before they tossed me out on the street on my ass.

"Rick..." started mom, giving me her saddest most sincerest look.
"...your father and I have been talking, and we KNOW that something is
going on with you." she said, sounding rehearsed. "Now before we start
spouting out our thoughts and beliefs, why don't you tell us in your own
words, what's been going on with you, and....your friends?"
WHERE DO I START? It wasn't easy, but once I got started telling them
about what's happened to me in the past months, it just poured out like
rain water. I just couldn't stop myself. I told them about Willis taking
advantage of me at the barn. Of how he even got co-workers Luis and
Carlos in on it. I told them about Bud, and my developing feelings for
him. I told them about how Willis got fired, and then started telling my
secret to my friends. I told them how Chuck turned that friendship into a
sex drive, and how he was now black-mailing me into servicing him daily.
I told them about Chuck's father (mr Grover) and how he fucks me too
without Chuck's knowledge. Of how he bangs me in the back office of his
grocery store. I told them of my fight with Mitch, and how much I think
he hates me. How everything in my entire life has been turned upside-down
with no end in sight. I told them everything, EXCEPT the parts when I was
dog, fist, and horse fucked (I mean, everyone has their limits on what
they can sympathize with). After my confession, I expected my parents to
burst out in a fit of disgust and anger against me. I had been trying to
read their facial expressions the whole time, trying to figure out which
side of the fence they lay on. It was hard to tell if some of the
expressions were for, or against me.

"Rick..." my mother started, the minute after I finished telling my tale.
"...you know your father and I LOVE you! But...." (uh-oh, here it
comes...) "...there's a few things you need to know about our past
history with Phillip Grover and Tom Willis."

I perked up in my chair.
"Like what, mom?" I asked, intrigued.

Mom looked up at dad, briefly.
"Many years ago when we were seniors in highschool, b...before I started
going steady with your father....I....I, dated Phillip Grover."

"Chuck's dad?" I asked, surprised.

"Oh yes." confirmed mom. "He was a handsome football player, and I was a
preppy cheerleader, and everyone thought we would make a cute couple. So
when he asked me out during the championship game, I was all too eager to
accept. But Phillip turned out not to be the all american boy next door
he pretended to be. Off of the field, he was an ignorant, arrogant,
selfish bastard who didn't like to take "no" as an answer. One night
after seeing a movie at the drive-in on Turner's Road, he took me up to
Linden's Creek and forced himself on me." I could see mom's hand start to
tremble as a flood of memories came back to her. She tried to hide her
nervousness by playing with the hem of her dress, just perfectly even to
her knees.
"I was a virgin." she continued. "I prided myself on waiting for the
RIGHT man that I was to marry. But Phillip wasn't going to stand for
being '-the only guy on the team whose girl won't put out for him!' ",
she quoted. "So he TOOK me, right there in the back seat of his car. He
wasn't gentle..." she said, recalling the incident in detail. "....he
ripped at my white blouse and pulled up my gray wool skirt until he got
my panties down, then he thrust himself in me with one shove. I screamed,
trying to push his weight off of me, but he was too heavy. He was a
quarterback, and was able to hold me down easily. The whole incident was
over in 5 minutes. I lay there crying as he pulled up his pants and got
back up into the driver's seat. He made me fix my clothing, my hair, and
make-up before he dropped me off at my front door. I went into the house
without saying another word to him. He pulled off before I could even
reach the steps. I never spoke a word of the rape to anyone. It had all
seemed like a bad dream, that is until 6 weeks later when I discovered
that I was pregnant with Phillip's child. I knew I didn't want him to
know. I didn't want someone like that in my child's life. When I started
to show, people started to wonder who the baby's father was. Luckily a
great looking boy I knew from the drama class, whom I knew had a crush on
me, took pity on me and announced to everyone that HE was my baby's
father, and then asked for my hand in marriage." with that, I saw my dad
sit down beside my mother and grab her shaking hands. She looked over at
him with tenderness, then touched his face affectionately before planting
a tight lip peck on his mouth.

"So, what'r you saying..." I questioned, the realization coming to me
like a lifting fog. "Is...is Phillip Grover my FATHER?"
My parents turned their attentions back to me.

"Oh, Ricky...John's your father, HE always will be!" corrected mom.

"Yeah...but Phillip Grover's my REAL dad?" I questioned again, needing
clarification.

"Rick, just know that I don't love you ANY LESS, son." said dad...I mean
-my STEP dad, I mean -John...

"I don't believe this...!" I said, feeling betrayed. Now I understood how
Mitch must've felt.

"We didn't tell you because we didn't think there'd ever be a need to."
reasoned mom.

"Except now, my REAL dad's raping me just like he did my mother 20 years
ago!" I spat, not considering my parents feelings. "You SHOULD've told
me!" I yelled, angrily.

"How?" asked John. "Phillip doesn't even know! The whole town believes
I'm your dad. I signed your birth certificate, I raised you, I fed you,
clothed you, loved you, just as if you were my own! How could I just turn
around 19 years later and tell you that I'm not your biological father?"
he asked, with teary eyes. "I couldn't do that to you, son." he said,
suddenly jumping up from the couch to take a breather outside.
I was stunned. Here I thought I had an amazing tale to spill, and here my
parents topped me with an even bigger one. I watched JOHN walk out the
front door, and couldn't help notice how I wasn't even shaped like him.

"This is hard on your father, Rick. You know he loves you more then
anything." reminded mom. "And our story with Phillip Grover doesn't end
there."

"There's more?" I asked, wondering if I had a secret sister or
something....

continued....