Date: Sun, 8 Jan 2017 03:44:29 +0000
From: Micah Allen <Coqkilla@hotmail.com>
Subject: Happy Fucking Easter (Chapter 2)

Disclaimer: This story depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between an adult
and a young teenager. This story is a work of fiction, as the characters
and events depicted are completely made up. If you enjoyed the story,
please contact me at coqkilla@hotmail.com.

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Been a while since the first chapter. The first had lots of positive
feedback. Sorry it took so long to write another. This one's a little
shorter, and a little different - if anyone likes it I'll write more.

This chapter contains elements of pissing and spanking.

HAPPY FUCKING EASTER - CHAPTER 2
by Micah Allen

Tanner cried hard that evening. He wasn't a total stranger to light
physical abuse, but his uncle's actions earlier in the day had crossed a
line that Tanner didn't even realize existed. He had never felt so ashamed
of himself. He wondered what he had done to bring on such an attack. The
most puzzling aspect of the entire situation was that on some level, he had
never felt so close to anybody in his family as he did when he was in his
uncle's bedroom that day. The thought made him cry harder.

After a while, Tanner's door opened. His eyes opened slowly as he realized
he had fallen asleep. His mother stood in his doorway. "Food's ready,
boy. I suggest you come downstairs if you don't want to starve." She barely
even looked at him as she spoken; she had been ashamed of him since before
his birth, blaming him for his father leaving.

Rubbing his tired eyes, Tanner stood up. His body was sore, particularly
his ass, which felt like it had been ripped open by his uncle's
onslaught. He started to shake at the thought of seeing his uncle again,
but fearing the repercussions, he made his way downstairs to the cramped
dining room.

When he entered the room, eyes cut through him like daggers. His spoiled,
bratty cousins laughed at his disheveled appearance. His uncle's
girlfriend, Jenny, gave him a look that verged on disgust. He tried his
best not to look in the direction of his uncle, but he could sense the
smirk on his face. He felt butterflies.

"Hurry up and sit the fuck down, boy," his uncle barked. He did
so. Everyone had plates filled with generous portions of ham, mashed
potatoes, and green beans, while his plate was covered by a pot lid. His
family members continued to stare at him. "What's wrong, Tanner? Aren't you
going to uncover your plate?"

Tanner hesitated. He could sense mischief in his uncle's voice. He reached
to uncover it, shaking. He expected an empty plate, or some kind of prank
waiting for him, but nothing prepared him for what he saw: a used
condom. The same condom his uncle had used when he fucked him earlier in
the day. He felt sick as his uncle laughed.

"That's disgusting, Brian," Tanner's mother said coldly as she took a bite
of her mashed potatoes.

"What is that?" Brian's youngest son, Sammy, asked bewildered.

"It's nothing, hun. Why don't you kids go eat in the living room? Daddy
rented y'all some movies," Jenny said in an eerie, happy tone. The kids
cheered and gleefully ran out of the room with their plates and cups,
seemingly forgetting what they had just seen. Once they were gone, Jenny's
demeanor changed as she shifted her focus to Tanner. "I saw what you did in
my fucking room. Y'all want to talk about disgusting? You ruined the sheets
I just bought you little pervert."

"You done fucked up now, kid," Brian said, chowing down on his Easter
meal. Tears flowed down Tanner's cheeks. He wanted to run away.

"I'm serious. What's wrong with you, pissing all over my bed? I never,"
Jenny said heatedly. She took her fork and knife and started to cut into
the ham on her plate. "And you, angel," she said, looking toward her
boyfriend. "You broke the goddamn condom."

"It's not my fault, babe," Brian said in a hushed tone. "He was so tight
and I couldn't stop myself."

"That's not acceptable! You know what we agreed to."

"Alright, alright. I won't let it happen again. Relax," Brian cooed. "Let's
just enjoy our dinner, okay? It's Easter after all. After supper, we'll
watch movies with the kids. A real family event."

"Fine, fine," Jenny responded, seemingly placated. "But see to it this one
gets punished," she said, nodding in Tanner's direction. Brian gave his
nephew a huge smile.

"We're not savages. There's more food in the kitchen," his mother told him
after an awkward silence. Tanner didn't have an appetite, though.

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After dinner, Tanner was told to clean up while his family went to the
living room to join the kids. As he was finishing up, his uncle entered the
kitchen. "Let's go outside, boy. I need a smoke."

The cold night air felt good to Tanner as the two walked out into the
backyard. He had been sweating throughout dinner, worried about what his
uncle had in store for him. He trembled as his uncle lit a cigarette.

"Jenny wants you punished, boy," Uncle Brian said sternly. "I told you if
you fucked up there would be consequences. Get on your knees in front of
me."

Tanner did what his uncle told him. The cement of the patio felt harsh to
his cloth-covered knees as they met the ground. He stared up at his uncle,
salty fluid once again rushing out of his eyes.

"Take off my belt," his uncle whispered. Tanner's slowly did as he was
told. Once he had the belt undone, his uncle took it from him, clutching it
tightly.

"Pull your pajama bottoms down, but leave your briefs up."

"Out here? What if a neighbor sees?" Tanner said fearfully. His question
was met with a belt to the mouth. It wasn't a hard hit, but it was enough
to scare him.

"Ain't no fucking neighbors out here, bitch," his uncle spat. "Now do as I
said. Pants down. Briefs up."

Tanner reached down and pulled his pajama pants down his slender legs. He
couldn't look at his uncle anymore. The shame was too great.

"Good boy, good boy," his uncle whispered, taking a puff from his
cigarette. "You gotta piss?" his uncle asked.

"N-n-no," Tanner responded. In actuality he really did have to pee. His
bladder had been fighting his nerves all evening.

"Yes you do. You didn't come outta your room all fucking day and you didn't
go during dinner, right? So piss. Now." Tanner wasn't sure if his uncle was
seriously. He looked up, searching his uncle's face for an answer. The belt
once again responded. "Don't make me do it again."

Tears streamed down Tanner's face as he let himself go. The piss felt warm
as it filled the front of his briefs, running down his legs onto the
cement. His uncle watched him carefully, a bulge growing in his pants.
"Good boy," Brian whispered. "Yeah, that's daddy's boy. Now it's my turn."

Tanner watched as his uncle unzipped himself and pulled his boner out of
his own briefs, quickly aiming it at his nephew. Piss spurted all over the
place, spraying Tanner's smooth torso and crotch, mixing with Tanner's
puddle of piss on the ground. "Fuck yes," Uncle Brian snorted. "That's a
good boy. Mmm."

Something in his uncle's words made Tanner feel weird again. This was all
so very wrong, yet his uncle wasn't being as abusive as he was before. He
almost seemed like he was happy with his nephew. After their pissing had
ceased, Brian slowly stroked himself as he stared hungrily at Tanner.
"Mmm. Daddy loves seeing his boy like that," he purred. "Now stand up and
turn around. Hurry up."

Tanner's knees wobbled a bit as he stood. He felt his uncle's hand on his
ass as soon as he faced the other direction. "Back your ass up on me boy,"
Brian ordered. It was awkward, but Tanner did his best to comply. He leaned
forward slightly as he felt his cotton-covered ass make contact with his
uncle's big cock. "Mmhm, never thought about boys," he said. "I really
wrecked that ass though. Even saw blood on my cock earlier. Really burst
that cherry good, didn't I boy?"

Uncle Brian was jerking himself as he rubbed his dick on his nephew's hot
butt. Suddenly Tanner jumped as he felt something strike his cheeks hard
with a loud `thwacking' noise. He turned back urgently to see the belt in
one of Brian's hands, his cock in the other. "Your punishment, you little
fairy. You thought I forgot?" Thwack. Another hit. This time Tanner winced
loudly.

"No, please Uncle Brian," he begged. "It hurts."

"That's too fucking bad." Thwack. "Little faggots like you have to learn to
obey their families." Thwack. "Your new daddy's gonna show you how to
behave." Thwack. "I'd be fucking you so damn hard right now if that ass
didn't need a good healing." Another thwack. "You crying boy?"

"N-n-no," Tanner responded. To his own surprise, he wasn't lying. The
spanking hurt badly, but he had cried so much that day that he literally
couldn't produce more tears if he tried. His uncle gave a positive sounding
grunt in return. It almost sounded like he was proud. Thwack.

After several minutes of hard belting, Uncle Brian dropped the belt and
pulled Tanner tightly against him. He rubbed his erect cock hard against
his nephew's ass. "Fuck boy," he grunted as he roughly dry-humped him.
Tanner pushed back against his uncle, trying his best to cooperate. Finally
Tanner heard his uncle moan loudly as he blasted his load all over his
nephew's firm little ass. They both breathed heavily. The welts on Tanner's
ass stung as he felt his uncle's semen seep through his briefs.

"Fuck," Uncle Brian groaned as he zipped himself up. He lit another
cigarette as he took in the sight of his nephew. "Your dad would be so
fucking embarrassed to see you now. Fucking fag." Tanner just stared into
space. He was as sore as he was spent, both physically and emotionally. His
uncle's words, as cutting as they were, did nothing to him in that moment.

"Clean yourself up and get to bed," his uncle finally said, heading back
into the house. "And remember. If you fuck up, I'm gonna be all over that
ass."

Tanner's sore butthole suddenly felt very itchy.