Date: Sun, 4 Jan 1998 22:33:49 -0500
From: Sidney Gittler <SidG@compuserve.com>
Subject: Mall Punk Part 9
This is the ninth chapter in the ongoing saga of Stya, Jon and
company. Beyond the usual caveats which are basically useless if
you've gotten this far into the story I do have an additional
warning. This story contains non-consensual sex in various
combinations between a man, not Stya, teens and pre-teens. If
you haven't read the first eight parts please go to
gay/adult-youth and download and read them first.
This chapter cannot be taken by itself and serves as history. As
usual all comments are appreciated and even reasonable spams will
be answered.
Mall Punk Part 9
Family Reunion?
The month since the incident in the Y's locker room has gone
quietly in my and Jon's life. OK, I'll admit the next time he
went there to play basketball I ran on the overhead track the
whole practice and showered when they did. The other boys
occasionally glanced over at me but I stayed out of their way.
Jon on the other hand was furious with my watchfulness. He
complained all the way through dinner and as soon as we got home
went to his room and slammed the door behind him. Around
midnight he crawled into my bed and finally listened to my
explanations.
His only other outward reaction to the incident was that he
stopped shaving his pits and crotch. There isn't much hair
either place but I have to admit that I like the 'grown-up look,'
as Jon calls it, better.
This Sunday morning I'm alone in my bed and he's in his with
Joe. This is the second consecutive weekend Joe's stayed over
and though the temptation to spy is great I haven't given in yet.
But I'll either have to buy him new springs or put the bed on the
floor if they keep up that racket.
OK, I'm stalling here. I just got off the phone and I've
got to talk with Jon. I slip on a pair of shorts and my robe and
go knock on his door.
"What?" A still sleeping voice comes through the door.
"Jon?"
"Yeah Stya?"
"Put some shorts on and come into my room, alone. We have
to talk."
Two minutes later a very worried boy entered my room and
closed the door at my signal.
"What's wrong Stya? Everything OK?"
"Everything's fine, come sit with me on the bed."
I could see the concern growing on his face and I took a
deep breath.
"Your father called a little while ago."
"Is he all right? Anything happen?"
"He's fine, he wants to see you."
His face changed from concern to distrust. "Why now? He
hasn't called once in the what is it, almost three months."
"Seems Pete is home on a weekend visit from the rehab center
and asked to see you. His counselors think it would be a good
idea."
"Why should I give a fuck if that bastard gets better. I'd
have been better off if he'd overdosed years ago. My father's
just looking after his favorites again. Tell them to go fuck
themselves."
"You're wrong Jon, your father has called me a couple of
times at the office to see how you're doing. We both decided it
was better if you didn't know about the calls. Your father's
been seeing a psychiatrist too about this whole mess. Besides,
this gives you the opportunity to vent your anger at them."
"You'll be with me."
"Of course, I wont leave your side."
Jon's eyes wondered around the room, "What about Joe? I
told him we'd spend the day together. Can we bring him along?"
"Think about what that means before you decide its a good
idea."
"He'll know the truth about my family and what they did to
me."
"Is he ready for that? Are you ready for him to know?"
"The answer is yes," came a voice from the door. We both
turned around and saw Joe standing naked in the doorway. "I've
been here a while, heard most of what you've said Stya. If Jon
needs me there for support I want to be there."
Jon looked at me and I pointed my finger back at Jon. Jon
nodded and turned to Joe.
"There's one condition Joe. What you find out doesn't go
outside. Stya and I'll try to answer any questions but you can't
talk to anybody else."
Joe came over and kissed Jon gently on the lips, "It's your
ball game, I'm just here for support."
"You know my last name Sorrel?"
"Yes, some distant cousin of the rich and famous Lamont."
"He's my father."
Joe sat on the bed with his mouth open. Jon kissed it
closed.
"My father's a corporate vice-president of Sorrel
Enterprises. He's been to his house for meetings, my mother for
parties," Joe gasped.
"All the more reason you have to promise to keep your mouth
shut," I replied.
*****
It was noon when we pulled through the gates and up to the
front door. Jon had dressed in his finest clothes and Joe had
insisted in stopping at his house so he could change into
something fancier than ripped cut-off jeans. Jon rang the bell
and a butler opened the door.
"Why Master Jonathan, how nice to have you home."
"Just tell me where he is Reggie."
"He instructed me to have you wait in the foyer sir. We
entered and Joe and I looked around in astonishment at the
opulence. I recognized two paintings, that if real were worth a
fortune.
"Hello Mr. Maskovitz, yes they are the real pictures. Worth
a lot of money." He paused as we turned towards him. "But not as
much as seeing my son back here. Even if only for a short
visit."
"Hello father, how are you?"
"Fine son, how are you doing?"
Jon hesitated and looked at me.
"The truth and be polite," I mouthed.
He nodded. "Better, I'm learning to write and play
basketball. Make some real friends."
"That's great, is this one of them?"
"Yes sir, this is Joe. I've known him even longer than Stya
and he's my best friend."
Lamont Sorrel walked over to Joe and shook his hand, "Glad
to meet you. Come into the library. Pete's waiting and I've got
some hamburgers and fries coming in a few minutes."
He turned and I realized Jon wasn't following. I took his
hand and whispered, "I love you. Everything's going to be fine."
Joe took his other hand, "Me too."
Jon led us through the mansion to the library in the rear.
As we entered the room a man stood up and turned to face us. The
resemblance to Jon was amazing. A couple of inches taller but
the same blonde hair and features. Might have been exact but for
someone in his early twenties he looked like an old man.
"Hello Jonathan, good to see you."
"Hello Peter, I'd like you to meet my foster dad Stya, and
my best friend Joe." I put my hand between his shoulders to
steady my twitching son.
We all shook hands, took a glass of soda and sat. For
several minutes the silence was overwhelming. Finally Peter put
his glass down.
"Jonathan, I'm really glad you came today. I don't think
I've ever been happier to see someone."
"I had my doubts but we decided it was better if I, we came.
Father said you had something to say to me."
Pete nodded, glanced at his father and back to Jon. "Jon
I'm not going to ask your forgiveness for everything I've done to
you, I just need to tell you some things. If that's all right
with you?"
"I came to listen Pete. I wont, can't promise anything
else."
"Good, thanks, I appreciate that. Oh shit, this is so hard.
After all these years of using drugs and alcohol to bury
everything I've got to tell the truth."
"Pete," I said, "Joe and I know what went on upstairs and
elsewhere with Jon."
"That's it you don't know everything. Jon doesn't know
everything. I'm the one responsible for them using you Jon."
"Why Pete?" Their father gasped.
"So they'd stop using me. Oh God, oh God, I've never said
that before. Oh God," he started crying.
Everybody sat quietly until he regained his composure. "It
started right after your mother died but before dad remarried my
mother. It was my ninth birthday and after my friends had left
David and Robert came in and we started play wrestling. Before I
knew it I was buck naked and Robert was sitting on my legs
shoving something up my ass..."
*****
"Happy Birthday baby brother," Robert said.
"Get off me, what are you doing? Get that thing out of my
rear end." I screamed and twisted.
"Giving you your birthday present."
"I don't want it, let me alone or I'll tell mommy."
"Oh, he'll tell mommy. Did you hear that Dave, he's going
to tell mommy."
David slapped me across the face as Robert pushed the object
further into my ass.
"No you wont tell mommy or father what we're going to do
now. Not this time or ever. You even threaten us again and
you'll have a tragic accident and fall off the balcony. Do you
understand me little brother?"
He shook my head up and down.
"That ass ready?"
"Let me pump the carrot a little bit, get him nice and
loose."
For the next two minutes he slid the carrot up and down as I
cried. Then he yanked it out.
It was about that time I realized David had stripped too and
he took Robert's place. Next thing I knew his cock was sliding
into my hole. When his balls were resting on my ass he whispered
in my ear.
"I'm going to fuck your tender ass brother and then Robert
will. Then I'll see if I want another turn. And the two of us
are going to do this whenever we want."
I started crying but they just laughed. I don't remember if
David actually came in my butt but he did have an orgasm. Then
Robert took his place. His cock was longer and wider and hurt
like hell when he slammed it into my butt.
"Now you're going to feel what a real man can do to your
tight ass." He pulled almost all the way out and started
spanking my ass with both hands.
I screamed. I begged. They laughed.
Finally he stopped and started fucking me hard. That old
couch was squealing so bad I thought it was going to break. It
didn't take long but Robert started saying something and the next
thing I knew I felt liquid going the wrong way up my butt.
He pulled out and stuck his cum and shit stained cock in my
mouth and made me lick it clean. Then they got dressed, turned
out the lights and left me there.
*****
"I finally got up and turned on the lights. I was about to
get dressed and go upstairs and tell you anyway father but I
opened the refrigerator to get a soda to get the taste out of my
mouth and found a six pack of beer."
"I remember that night. You weren't in your bed and we
searched the house. I found you naked in a drunken sleep on the
pool table. I carried you up to your room and when you came down
in the morning you didn't even try to give an explanation."
"I guess I was just trying to forget, but they kept their
word."
"The bastards," Jon spat, "those fucking bastards."
"That's when you started drinking?" Lamont asked.
"I guess, but not really seriously. I guess Bob and Dave
figured out what happened and would get me beer whenever they
wanted to use me. I'd have one or two before and finish off the
six-pack when they left."
"Where were they getting it?" Lamont asked, his voice caught
between anger, astonishment and agony.
"Reggie got it for them," Jon said.
"Why?" His father asked.
"So he could have his turn. Right Peter?"
Peter nodded and sunk further into his chair. "I remember
the first time they brought him along, it was the next summer...
*****
I looked up from my bed as the door opened. When I saw
Robert I became scared but when I saw Reggie I figured everything
was all right. They wouldn't do anything in front of him. Bob
spoke first.
"Hi butt-boy, your looking sexy in that outfit."
"Bob, Reggie's here."
Reggie came over to the bed and put his hand on my ass. It
was a late summer afternoon and I was still in my bathing suit.
"Yeah boy, Reggie's here and he's going to show your big brothers
how a man fucks a boy's ass."
"No Reggie, please don't." He squeezed my buns in his giant
hand.
"You feel the size of that hand? I can barely get it around
my nine inch cock."
I looked over at my brothers for help but they were rubbing
their crotches. I looked at Reggie who only laughed.
"Do you play nice or do I have to do it the hard way butt-
boy?"
"I want my beer first, then I'll play nice."
Reggie reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a flask.
He took off the cap and handed it to me. "Drink this down, it's
a lot better than beer."
I took a long swallow. It was vodka, burned like hell going
down but gave me a buzz fast. I pulled my trunks off and turned
on my stomach and stuck my ass in the air.
"See, I play nice. Now do what you want and leave me
alone."
"David, you first," Reggie said.
Both boys were naked and hard and David jumped on top of me
and rammed his cock in. I yelped but the vodka had relaxed me
enough that I didn't feel any pain. He was really eager to show
off in front of Reggie. Prove that a thirteen year old knew how
to fuck ass. It didn't take long before I felt him shoot up my
hole.
"Your next big brother," he said as he stuck his dripping
cock in my mouth for cleaning. I hated that part even more than
the fucking. Robert took his place and slowly inserted himself
up my hole. His technique was always better than Dave's even
though he's only a year older. He varied the pace of his long
strokes, stopping whenever he came close to shooting. Dave got
so excited watching he stuck his cock in my mouth and started
matching Bob's ass strokes. I could hear Reggie chuckling in
back of me. After twenty minutes or so Bob screamed and shot his
load into me, at the same time Dave shook and shot a small wad
into my mouth.
Bob stuck a finger in my cum coated ass and wiped up a glob.
He stuck the finger into my mouth and made me suck it clean
before I had to clean his filthy prick.
"Good work boys, now get him on his knees so he can get me
ready."
Bob and Dave dragged me off the bed and forcibly knelt me in
front of a very naked Reggie. His cock was every inch as big as
he had said. "Please Reggie, don't use that on me, I can't take
it," I begged, tears forming.
"Oh, its not even hard yet Petey, open that pretty little
mouth and suck on it until its ready to go into a whore's ass."
"Please Reggie, don't make me."
He put one arm around my neck, lifted me off the floor and
spanked my ass for five minutes before he dropped me.
"You said you were going to play nice, now suck my cock
boy."
I hesitated.
"Or do I have to use my belt?"
I opened my mouth as wide as I could and dove for his cock.
It was an effort but I got several inches into my mouth before it
started swelling. I started to pull off but Reggie grabbed my
hair and fucked my face till I started choking.
He threw me on the floor. "Get on the bed, on your back,
legs wide."
I jumped up and did what he said, his hand had been bad
enough I didn't want the belt on top of what he was going to do
anyway.
He lifted my legs up onto his shoulders and placed his cock
into my crack. "Your going to watch me do this Petey and I want
you to jerk yourself off while I fuck that tender ass.
Understand?"
I nodded and grasped my little rod as he started penetrating
the ring. For the only time I was glad Bob and Dave had fucked
me first because they had loosened me up enough to make the
initial entrance bearable. When he encountered some resistance
he told me to start masturbating faster. Reggie was about a
third of the way in when I started screaming in pain. Bob stuck
his dirty underwear in my mouth to shut me up. When that didn't
work completely the Dave's went over my head.
With my mouth stuffed Reggie plunged the final six inches
all the way in. Without giving me a chance to recover he started
a rapid series of long strokes. I felt myself tearing to pieces.
Not soon enough he came.
He left his cock inside me as it shrank back to normal.
When he recovered his breath he started fucking me again and
thirty minutes later shot again.
This time he pulled out and shoved his cock between my eyes.
It was covered with his cum, my shit and blood.
"Open up butt-boy and clean my manhood."
I followed his instructions.
He pulled a second flask out of his coat and left both as
they left. I reached for the first and finished it in one gulp.
It took about ten minutes for the second.
*****
In the couple of minutes before I passed out I looked out
the window and considered jumping. I think I even started to get
off the bed but the booze saved my life that day."
Pete buried his face in his hands and started sobbing while
the rest of us sat in stunned silence. Lamont looked from his
third son to his fourth.
"I never got alcohol or drugs to kill the pain. You don't
want to hear my stories today but Reggie did use me too."
Lamont Sorrel stood and walked over to his desk. He pushed
a button and we could hear a series of chimes ring through the
house. Two minutes later Reggie knocked and entered with a
rolling cart.
"Where should I put it sir?"
Lamont pointed towards a poker table and waited till Reggie
started to leave.
"Wait a second Reggie."
"Yes sir."
"I've been listening to some of Peter's stories from his
childhood. Jonathan adds that he has similar stories."
"What kind of stories sir?"
"That you knew of things you should have told me about.
They told me of things you did to them."
"I'm sure I don't know," Reggie said as he backed towards
the door. I started to get up to block his retreat.
"Don't bother Stya. Reggie if I could get away with
throwing you into the furnace alive I would. Instead you have
thirty minutes to be off my property. You will get no severance,
no references and you have forfeited your pension. Now get the
fuck out of my sight before I decide to see if I can get away
with it."
"But sir," Reggie protested.
"Twenty-nine minutes," Joe said.
Reggie turned and left. Lamont picked up the phone and
punched three numbers. "This is Lamont Sorrel, I just fired
Reggie and gave him thirty minutes to be off the premises. Find
him, make sure he only takes what's his and get him out of here.
If he ever shows up here or at any of my companies he is to be
arrested for trespassing." He hung up the phone and walked over
to a still crying Peter. He took the boy into his arms and
cradled him.
Feeling embarrassed I got up and walked over to the food
cart. Picking the cover off the tray I nodded to Joe to come
over. As we each took a hamburger Joe whispered in my ear.
"Shouldn't we get Jon over here too?"
I shook my head. "No, let him decide how to react."
We glanced over and saw Jon bent over, rubbing his eyes. He
caught my eye and the tears started falling faster. Slowly
standing he came towards me. I put the plate down and took him
into my arms and he let it all out. Joe put his arms around
Jon's waist from behind.
The sound of five men crying filled the room.
*****
It took a while for all of us to stop crying and regain our
composure. When we did we ate Reggie's last meal in silence.
Joe collected the plates and glasses and put them back on the
tray.
Jonathan looked at Peter who somehow held his gaze.
"You have a question Jon," Pete said.
"You said you were responsible for my being abused. How?
Why?"
"Why? They hated you, hell I even hated you for what your
mother did to our mother."
"I hadn't even met Robin when your mother and I separated,"
Lamont said.
"Right or wrong father it really doesn't matter. She was
dead and had left this bastard son to be our half-brother so we
passed our hatred of her onto him. When mom moved back she did
nothing to discourage it.
"Anyway, I guess you were five when I went up to your floor
to keep away from Bob and Dave. You were dressed only in your
underpants and were so happy to see me. I told you we were going
to play a game, but we both had to take all our clothes off. You
didn't even ask why, just got naked. We started wrestling around
and I found myself on top of your back. My hard cock staring at
your hole. I stared at your tender butt for a while as
conflicting thoughts and emotions raced through my head. Finally
I whispered, here's the next part of the game and rammed my cock
into your tight hole. You started screaming but I put my hand
over your mouth and told you this was a game the three of us
played all the time and the one who screams first loses.
"This went on a couple of months. Every time they fucked me
I fucked you. Then this fantastic idea entered my head. I told
Dave and Bob what I'd been doing to you and how you accepted my
story about it being a game. Used their hatred and your tight
willing ass to get them to switch from me to you.
"When I realized how they were degrading you, treating you I
started drinking more often. What they did to me was bad enough,
I never imagined what they, we did to you. I don't know if you
remember my fifteenth birthday party."
"Pin the tale on the donkey," Jon said.
"Yeah, I played along and encouraged my friends but at the
end of the party I got some grass from Chris and got stoned.
From that day on I was drinking, smoking grass or taking
something to get what I had done, was doing to you out of my
mind. The worst part is it worked. It wasn't my fault, it was
yours. It didn't matter that you were my half-brother, you were
just something we used for entertainment and getting our rocks
off."
The room fell silent and all eyes turned towards Jon. He
turned first to me, to Joe and then back. He walked over to me
and sat on my lap and I put my arms around his waist.
"Pete, I know you said you weren't asking for my
forgiveness. That's good because I can't give it yet." Jon
paused and composed himself. "But I do believe you and
understand why you did what you did. I need you to do two things
so we can both get better."
"What brother?" Pete gave a half smile.
"I want you to write those bastards and let them know you
told father, Stya and I what happened to you. But most
importantly I want you to finish your rehab and get your life
back together. With Stya and Joe I'm building a new family, a
new life. But as much as we can I want this family back in my
life one day."
"I want that too," Jon's father said. My eldest sons may be
beyond redemption but I want both of you really in my life. I
guess for the first time."
"It'll happen father, we just have to work on it. Right
brother?" Jon asked.