Date: Sun, 3 Jun 2012 10:35:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: silversummer88@yahoo.ca
Subject: X-Redemption - Chapter 1

       Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to any of the characters in this
story other than those that I created. This story will contain
homosexuality and I do not make any claims regarding the sexuality of any
of the characters in the story. All of the X-Men and Villains presented in
the story (other than those I created) are the property of Marvel Comics.
       Author's Notes:
       With the disclaimer out of the way; I just want to say that this is
my first submission to Nifty and would really love to get some comments
about it. If you like the story, if you hate it, whatever send me an email
<silversummer88@yahoo.com>.
       Characters:
       Conner -- 16 year old high school student, our main character

       X-Redemption: The Prelude
       I've always known that I was different. I've been pretty good at
hiding how different I am but I've always known it to be true. Mom was my
closest confidant and even she didn't know this side of me. I always
thought that if there was someone I would tell first it would be her but
sadly she passed away in a car accident a few years back and so I would
never get that chance.
       Oh yeah, let me backtrack a little bit. My name's Conner and I'm
currently 16; I'm a sophomore at an all-boys private high school. It was
actually mom's idea to put me in this school and I'm glad that my parents
did. If you really had to give me a high school stereotype then I'd be
classified as a nerd. I love to read and spend time quietly tucked away in
the library with a good book and just listening to some music on my IPod. I
get good marks and am often in contention for highest marks in some of my
classes. All of that being said I don't look like your stereotypical nerd;
I'm 5'8" and weigh around 170lbs. I'm not built like one of those football
jocks instead my build is more subtle. I've done martial arts training ever
since I was 6 and my body does show all the training I've put in. I
wouldn't call myself ripped but I have gotten complements from guys and
girls regarding my body. I've got short brown hair and am almost completely
hairless except for a little treasure trail that runs from my belly button
down to my pubic area (which I trim). If there's one asset though that I
really am most proud of it'd have to be my eyes. My eyes are hazel colored
and they have this very glassy sheen to them. Oh and in case you didn't
know yet I'm also gay.
       It was after one of the more thrilling days in PhysEd that my story
really begins. My school is really small, around 40 people in high school,
and as such all the freshmen to seniors take PhysEd at the same time. It
was wrestling day and after an hour of us just grabbing at one another and
having a ton of physical contact there were a lot of guys in the showers
sporting hard-ons. It happened during class before but only to a few of the
younger guys and they would often be teased by the seniors about it. This
time however it seemed like nobody was immune from sprouting a boner after
that class and so here I was, a closeted gay boy, surrounded by 40 other
guys and most of them had cocks that were straining for some attention. It
took a ton of self-control on my part not to jack off then and there on the
locker room floor. After getting a shower and running home (I don't think
I've ever run that fast before) I went straight to my room, stripped, and
got on my bed and got ready for what could only be an intense jack off
session. I wasn't too worried about getting caught because dad doesn't
usually show up at home until late in the evening.
       Let me tell you about my dad a little bit. He's a little taller than
me at 6' and he weighs in at around 210lbs. Dad used to be a football
player when he was in high school and was often disappointed that I didn't
get into any of the team sports at school. He and I have never been really
close but ever since mom died I think we've progressively grown more
distant.
       Out of my bedside drawer I had pulled out a 6 inch dildo that had
been sent to me by a guy I met online. My own 6.5inch cock was now leaking
a ton of precum all over my stomach. I took a little bit of the precum
stuck it in my mouth and had a taste, then I took what was left and used it
up to my lube my hole. I started to slowly finger my asshole with one hand
and slowly jerk myself off with the other. When I thought I was loose
enough I lubed up the dildo and stuck it in. The whole time this was
happening all I could think about was being on the locker room floor being
used and abused by my classmates.
       As I was getting really into it I began to start moaning and yelling
out. "YES! YES! THAT'S IT FUCK ME JASON!!! YEAH TAKE MY ASS!!! MAKE ME YOUR
BITCH!"
       It was in the middle of me pretending that my classmate Aiden had
stuck his cock in my ass that I heard it. "WHAT THE FUCK CONNER!!! ARE YOU
A FUCKING FAG!!!?"
       If I wasn't as horny as I was I probably would have noticed it. I
probably would have noticed that my dad's car was in the driveway. I
probably would have noticed that the TV in the living room was on when I
ran into the house. I probably would have heard the shower running in my
dad's bathroom. Sadly I heard none of those and now I was in real deep
shit.
       "Dad?!..." was the only thing that I could say as I lay there in
shock. My hard cock in one hand and the other holding a dildo stuck up my
ass. I could feel myself quickly deflate and just wish that I was able to
go through the bed or was somewhere else but no I was there in my room
jerking off to my classmates abusing me and my dad's right at the door. He
suddenly came at me, I had never seen him move that fast before, grabbed me
from the bed and tossed me on the floor. I was about to get up when I felt
it, a kick straight to my gut. All that was going through my head was that
my dad had actually hit me...
       Then I heard it... "I am not going to have a fucking fag live under
my roof. I am going to beat the gay out of you. You hear me, Conner!" And
then his hands picked me up, pushed me up against the wall, and he started
punching me in the stomach. One, two, three, four, five...shit I can taste
blood...I'm bleeding from my mouth now...
       He tosses me again to the floor and as I look up I see his fist
coming down by the side of my face. Years of martial arts training may have
helped me keep my consciousness but I actually wished that it didn't. I
knew that if I wanted to I could have defended myself...hell he probably
knew that as well. But I couldn't do it, I couldn't bring myself to...fight
my own dad....Fuck, another shot to the head....I'm starting to see stars
now...It's only a matter of time before I lose consciousness...
       "So have I beat the gay out of you yet, boy?!" he said, there was an
obvious hint of malice in his voice. Maybe it was stubbornness...maybe it
was defiance...maybe it was the only way I felt I could fight back...to
this day I don't know, but in response all I could do was shake my head and
mutter the words "You can`t beat it out of me...this is who I am"
       That absolutely sent him over the edge. He ran out of the room and I
could hear him running down the stairs and the front door being slammed. He
was gone for a few minutes and I was actually pretty thankful because it
gave me a chance to refocus and feel what he had done. He got a few good
shots in me but nothing that would cause permanent damage, probably just a
few bruises here and there. He was gone for about an hour or so and I could
slowly feel some of my strength come back to me when I heard the front door
again...shit he was back.
       He came back into my room, grabbed me by the throat and once again
started to hit me. He dragged me into his room and tossed me onto his
bed. The next words to come out of his mouth still scare me to this
day. "No son of mine is gay...but if a pussy boy wants to live under my
roof I might as well make it worth my while..." That's when I looked up and
saw that he had taken his own clothes of and was holding a pair of massive
rods. He then swiftly shoved one of the rods into my ass and then followed
it with the other. I could feel myself screaming but I couldn't hear my
voice...not that it would have helped considering how sound-proof the house
is and how far we are from our neighbours. Here was my dad raping me with
two rods. I could feel tears stream down from my face as I felt the rods
being removed; it was then that I felt him slowly position to enter
me....no this wasn't going to happen...I can't let this happen. I wasn't
going to let my dad fuck me...
        I tried to look around for something to use to get him off. That's
when I saw it...a picture of mom...she was holding me and she was looking
so happy. She would have never let this happen, she would have fought
back...It was then that I could "see" something else; they looked like
waves. There was a rhythm to them that seemed somewhat familiar...I looked
around to see where they came from and realized that they came from my
dad...from his chest...from where his heart would be.
       As I felt his cockhead on my ass I began to panic and try to push
away. It was then that the waves also started to move faster...it was
almost as though they were responding to me...I could feel even more panic
flood over me as my dad finally said the words that I feared: "SO I'M GONNA
RIP YOUR ASS APART AND BECAUSE YOU'RE SUCH A PUSSY YOU'RE GOING TO LIKE
IT!!!"
       "STOP!!!" I screamed. And almost on cue he did. He collapsed on
me...lifeless. I could sense that the waves that were there earlier were no
longer present. They had also disappeared. Confusion and even more panic
swept over me....I had to get out of here. I had to leave this place. I
mustered as much strength as I could to push my dad off me. I then
struggled to my room and grabbed a backpack, stuffed it with clothes and
other items. I grabbed my IPod, my wallet, and my dad's wallet and was
about to leave when I turned back...I grabbed the phone, called 911 and
directed them to my house. I then got out and started walking in the
darkness as sirens blared behind me.