Darkest Woods: Chapter 3

Day 14

 

 

Brooke

 

 

Brooke didn’t know why the hell Ethan was being so damn sulky. So he missed his school and his perfect art teacher Mrs. Benny! She was the one Henry kept touching every night! It had been two straight weeks of it, and last night, when she had told Henry that she had started her period he hadn’t touched her, but he had still made her touch him and suck his cock.

 

She hated all of it, but she mostly hated sucking it and swallowing that thick cum that came out at the end. Now as she sat in front of her desk doing the work sheets for her home school assignment she wanted to go and punch Ethan. Twice she had gone to his room and knocked to ask for his help on her history paper, and twice he pushed her out without speaking to her.

 

He had always been so nice to her, but lately, now that she needed him the most, he was shutting her out.

 

She finished up all of the homework she could handle for the evening and checked to make sure her chores were done. Henry had always been strict about chores but now the punishments were bare ass whippings with the belt. She had only received one and that was all it had taken to never want another. Her chores were all done to Henry’s standards so she made sure that Henry was busy outside before she went to take her super fast shower.

 

He liked to watch when she was in the bathroom. Even when she peed. He would crouch down and spread her legs apart while she peed, then take the toilet paper and wipe her. It was horrible and creepy. She never in her wildest thoughts about how sex thought people would want to watch each other pee.

 

She finished and went to her room to get an early attempt at sleep, but knew like most nights she would lay awake for hours waiting and listening for Henry to come in and do something disgusting to her.

 

What she hated more than what he did was that sometimes, when he touched her privates it felt good. He wouldn’t stop until she “came”. It made her feel so dirty but she couldn’t make it stop. There was no way out of here, and Henry always seemed to be watching.

 

For once she fell right off to sleep. She didn’t hear the door open, and didn’t see Henry peer inside, and then shut the door behind him. She didn’t sleep for long, though. Right away when she fell asleep she had a dream that her mother was alive again and she had come to take her away. She woke up with her heart aching and tears in her eyes. She was also very thirsty.

 

She slipped out of bed and went to the door to listen for Henry. She didn’t hear anything so she opened it as quietly as she could and checked the hall. Seeing it was clear she crept out and down the hall, then out through the living room to the other side of the house where the kitchen was and just behind it was Ethan’s room. She got in the old fridge that barely kept anything cold enough and got out the milk, quickly getting a glass from the counter. Just as she was about to pour herself a glass she heard something from Ethan’s room. She went around the corner and down the short hall tiptoeing. It had sounded like Ethan had cried out. She thought maybe he was really that upset about school, but when she got to the door she saw that it was open a crack. She pushed it open another inch then froze at what she saw.

 

Henry was kneeling in front of Ethan, his hands on Ethan’s knees keeping them spread apart while Ethan was jacking off. Ethan’s eyes were closed and he looked like he was ready to die of shame. Brooke knew that she should turn and go back to her room. If Henry saw her he would do things to her, painful and embarrassing things, but she couldn’t help it. Maybe just seeing that she was not the only one going through it was a comfort. A sick and wrong comfort, but a comfort nonetheless.

 

Soon she saw Ethan’s penis shoot cum out of it all over his legs and belly, but what came next was far worse.

 

 

Ethan

 

In his room Ethan had tried time and again to think of how to get out of this. They were nearly thirty miles from town and Henry had the only keys to the only vehicle, the Jeep Cherokee, locked in his room. No matter what kind of shape he was in, he didn’t think he could walk thirty miles before Henry could catch him.

 

Henry had started touching more than his penis. For two nights in a row Henry had put a finger up his ass and made a comment about how tight it was and how Ethan had better be especially attentive to his chores and manners if he wanted lube when the time came. Ethan was no dumb ass, he knew Henry was getting close to fucking him, and the thought of that thick cock spreading his virgin ass open was more than he could stand.

 

Then earlier there was Brooke trying to ask for his help and before all this began he would have been on cloud nine spending that time with her, but now he couldn’t even face her. She would think he was nothing but a faggot. All he could do some days was to hope that she never found out.

 

As he was getting his last log split he thought about how it would be to use the ax on Henry. To put his head down and split it open and watch his filthy fucking brains spill out onto the ground.

 

It wouldn’t happen, though. Henry was always on guard. He would go off and go hunting or drive to town now and then for supplies sometimes, but mostly he just stayed in his barn working on his carpentry. Henry loved to make furniture.

 

The sun was down and Henry went into the house waving to Ethan to follow. Ethan waited at the sink for Henry to finish washing his hands then he took his turn. Henry left the kitchen and came right back “Your sister is asleep already. Why don’t you get cleaned up and go to your room.”

 

“Dad, please, not tonight. I’m not feeling so good.” He thought he would try it, even though he knew it wouldn’t work.

 

“Go get cleaned up and go wait in your room for me. Now.” Henry’s face was uncaring and unflinching. Ethan lowered his head and went into the bathroom to shower. He thought about taking a long time, but knew it would never work. He would just get into trouble. He couldn’t think of anyway to stall what was about to happen.

 

When he was back in his room, he didn’t bother to put clothes on. Henry would just make him strip them off. Henry liked to watch him take each piece of clothing off. With each thing he shed from his body Henry’s cock grew harder. Maybe Ethan couldn’t stop what was coming but he didn’t have to make it any more pleasurable for Henry.

 

He stood there with the towel wrapped around his waist and soon Henry came in. Henry stared at his bare chest and legs and walked over to him, took his shoulder in his strong hand and brought him close. Henry gave him a tight hug, “Ethan you are such a handsome boy.” He ran his hand over Ethan’s back and down to the towel, then pulled the towel away and squeezed his bare buttock.

 

Henry pulled away and looked at Ethan who would not look Henry in the eye, and reached down to take Ethan’s limp cock in his hand, stroking it gently, “My boy, this is a special night for you. You are going to feel so many things, including, I’m sorry, pain, but to be a man means feeling pain and making the best of it. Tonight you are going to become a man or stay a boy. That is up to you.” He brushed Ethan’s drying hair from his face and kissed his forehead, “Sit on the bed, son.”

 

Ethan did as he was told, what fucking choice did he have? He sat on the bed and Henry kneeled in front of him on the carpet. This surprised Ethan. Not that it was much better but maybe Henry was going to suck him off this time. It was better than the other way around, at least he wouldn’t have to taste Henry’s bitter cum in his mouth, but his hope was soon dashed. Henry wanted to humiliate him. Henry took Ethan’s knees in his hands and spread his legs apart, “Now son I want you to stroke your cock for me. Get it hard and get yourself off. Make yourself feel really good so you have something to think about later when and if things start to not feel so good.”

 

Ethan felt the sting of tears in his eyes but he blinked them back and closed his eyes. He put his hand on his cock; something that used to be so normal and natural but now seemed like just something else that was dirty and wrong. He began to stroke himself; hand closed tight around his cock, and searched his mind for something to think about besides what was and what would happen. Thinking over all of the things he had imagined before when he would lock himself in his room and think of the girls, and yes, sometimes boys, that he would see throughout the day that had sparked some kind of sexual response in him. Although he had jacked off thinking of boys sometimes he didn’t think it was gross, but now he did. Now it was as if he was being punished for those thoughts.

 

The only image he could conjure now was of Brooke. He stroked his hardening cock as he thought of her bending over unloading the dishwasher, lying on the sofa reading her school books. He imagined her naked and wanting him, asking him to take her.

 

Henry wasn’t there, it was only he and Brooke, and before long he was cumming, and in his mind he saw Brooke writhing as she came with him. He awoke from his fantasy as he felt his hot jizz on his stomach and thighs, and wished it could have gone on much longer.

 

“Good boy. That made Daddy really hot.” Henry took his finger and got some of Ethan’s cum then put it to Ethan’s mouth, “Taste it.”

 

Ethan tasted himself and felt the heat on his face once more. He tried to hold on to the image of Brooke in his mind but he couldn’t. Henry let go of his knees and stood up in front of him, “Turn around and bend over the bed, son.”

 

Ethan’s eyes closed tight and he slid from the bed slowly to the floor, turning around. He put his cheek on the bedspread and thought how cool and soft it was and how he wished he could climb in and wrap himself up, covering his head like he did when he was a kid and was afraid of the dark.

 

“You’ve been a good boy, doing your chores, watching your mouth, and now you came so good for daddy. You’ve earned what I have in my pocket. It’ll make it easier. I’m not saying that it’s not going to hurt, but it won’t hurt quite as bad. Say thank you.”

 

“Thank you Dad.” He heard Henry put something on the nightstand then he heard Henry undo his belt and unfastened his pants, letting them fall away on the carpet. Henry took the tube from the nightstand and put a few drops on his two fingers. Ethan felt it then, the cold gel on his anus. He jumped a little when he felt the coldness, Henry clucking his tongue, “It’ll heat up really soon, son, I promise.”

 

Henry finished by sticking the two fingers up inside Ethan’s ass to lubricate it well. The fingers didn’t hurt like they usually did, and it gave Ethan some hope that when Henry fucked him it wouldn’t be as bad as he had feared, but just as the thought raced through his mind, Henry collapsed it. He took the belt from his pants, made a loop and slid it over Ethan’s head, “Open up for Daddy.” Ethan opened his mouth wide and Henry slid the belt between his teeth and tightened the loop, “There ya go. No need to chance waking your sister up, huh?”

 

Ethan felt it then, the tip of Henry’s cock against his anus. Henry began to push and the head slid in easily but not painlessly as he had hoped. It felt like his ass had been jabbed with a hot poker. It burned as it stretched open. The pain was so intense that he involuntarily tried to straighten his body but Henry held him down easily with one strong arm between Ethan’s shoulder blades. He screamed but it was muffled by the belt, and Henry smiled as he slid farther in, “That’s it, boy, scream if you have to. Your ass is so nice and tight. It feels good around Daddy’s cock.”

 

Ethan felt as if he was being fucked with a baseball bat the feeling of being stretched was so intense it absorbed his entire reality. He couldn’t think he could only feel. Henry had his eyes closed, feeling the boy tense up with the pain making the ring of muscle around his shaft even tighter. “I’m making a man out of you, Ethan, now show me how much of a man you are and take it all. Can you take it all?”

 

He heard the question, but he was sobbing so hard he couldn’t even imagine how to answer. Henry pressed on, “Can you take it like a man, Ethan? Nod a little to show me you can take my cock all the way up your ass.”

 

Like a man? How can anyone take being raped like a man, but he gave a slight nod, knowing one way or the other Henry would do it, and if he didn’t nod Henry would add horrible humiliation to the already painful rape.

 

“That’s my strong son.” Henry said just before he rammed his cock to the hilt jarring Ethan’s entire body. Henry started to pump in and out of him, sometimes taking his cock all the way out only to shove it in harder. The entire bed was moving and whenever Ethan tried to open his eyes he saw the pillow he slept on shaking with the thrusts Henry was dealing out.

 

As Ethan was being fucked, the sensation went from sheer pain to discomfort, but then to Ethan’s surprise, as he grew more used to it, Henry would hit a place inside of him that was almost pleasurable. It did little to ease his mind, making him feel dirtier than ever, and he wrestled himself between happiness the pain had subsided to being angry with himself for the feeling of pleasure that wound through him as Henry pumped his ass hard and deep. The worst part was when he felt his own cock begin to become erect again.

 

“Daddy’s going to shoot inside of you.” Ethan felt Henry pounding him faster and harder, the bed shaking even more, and soft moans coming from behind him as all of a sudden Henry thrust inside of him and stopped, his buried cock twitching and jumping as it empted the load of cum inside of Ethan’s ass. When Henry pulled his cock out Ethan immediately felt the hot cum oozing out and trickling down his testicles and leg.

 

Henry rubbed Ethan’s back quickly, “That was amazing, son. The best! Wasn’t it?”

 

Ethan knew what Henry wanted him to say, but he couldn’t. Not this time. “Son? Don’t you have anything to say to me?”

 

Ethan took the belt from his moth and wiped the spit that had collected around his lips. Ethan thought about it for a second, and a lot of things went through his mind of the things he would like to say to Henry, but the only thing he let himself speak out loud was, “No.”

 

Henry smiled, “Well then son, you just made it so I don’t use the lube next time.” Henry bent over and whispered harshly in Ethan’s ear, “Next time I fuck you dry. I promise you will wish you had thanked me.”