The broken boy

The punishment

r**e and ABUSE WARNING! 

His uncle grabbed him by his shirt collar and threw him against the wall. He couldn't stop the scream that came out of his mouth when his back hit the wall. The sound only made his uncle even more irritated.

"HOW DARE YOU SAY SUCH LIES ABOUT ME!?"

Uncle Dave smashed his head on the wall, making Kyle's vision blurry. It wasn't a lie by Kyle started to feel panic, his sobs got louder. With snot and tears streaming down his face he uttered "I'm sorry sir".

Dave started to kick Kyle over and over again until Kyle passed out. When he woke up, it was cold and dark, he realized his hands were chained to the celling, the cuffs around wrist had already started to cut into his skill. He looked around and realized he was in the basement. He wondered how long had he been down here, he tried to get his wrist out of the chains but it was to no avail. He started to panic, he did the only thing that he could, he screamed for help.

He heard the door open, slightly filled with hope, he pleaded to his uncle, "I am sorry sir, it will never happen again, please... I am grateful for your generosity.. please sir..."

The short fat man stomped down the stairs. Huffed and made his way to the boy that had been chained to his celling. All he felt was rage when he saw Kyle, Kyle the son of his dead brother. The brother that had made his life miserable. His brother who left his son to him. He heard the boy plead for his life. He didn't care, he liked the way this boy pleaded to him, he enjoyed the power he had over him.

Kyle suddenly felt a sharp pain on his right abdomen, then another. He looked with horror when he saw his uncle holding a thin wooden stick and using it to hit his body. He let out painful screams. After maybe another 20 strokes, his uncle stopped and walked away.

Barely able to lift his head, he watched his uncle grab the collar that was sitting on top of the table. The metal collar was then put around his neck. When he tried to apologize again and beg for his uncle to stop. A sudden painful shock was sent through his body. His muscles tensed and let out a whispered howling sound. He realized the collar would shock him every time he made a sound, breathing had started to become more difficult, he felt like he was being suffocated.

Kyle looked at his uncle with his tear-filled eyes when he finally managed to calm down and the collar had stopped sending shocks through his body. He then watched as his uncle went back to canning his body with the stick. The skin around his wrist had started to hurt from all the tugs and pulls from him trying to move away from his uncle's strokes. He screamed in pain, but no voice came out. After another 50 or so strokes his uncle stopped.

The cane had cut through his shirt and made its way onto Kyles skin. The white shirt he was wearing was ripped and stained with his blood. His skin on his back was broken beyond repair and dripping on blood. Kyle hanged limp from the restraints on his wrist, he couldn't feel his hands anymore. He mouthed I am sorry over and over again.

Then he felt his arms getting lowered. Is it over?... He realized his uncle had placed a table in front of him, and his uncle was lowering him onto the table, now his legs were tied to the table legs and his arm stretched forward to reach the end of the tabletop, it was then tied down. The stretching of his arms hurt the broken skin on his back, but the cold of the table felt nice on his stomach. His vision started to go in and out. His uncle saw this and did not want him to pass out. So, Kyle was injected with an clear liquid. This liquid started to work instantly, Kyle's entire body started to burn, when he screamed, the collar sent painful shocks down his spine. His jaw clenched together and his hands in a fist. He didn't tried to stop making sounds or any movement because everything had become extremely painful and hypersensitive. Then his uncle started to take off his shorts, letting it fall around his ankles. Kyle started to struggle and beg for him to stop, he ignored the shocks, he was scared, he begged and apologized over and over again, but his pleads fell on deaf ears. His uncle grabbed the now bloody cane and started to hit him on his bottom. When it was as red and bloody as his back, Dave started to unbutton his pants. He looked at the shaking bloody figure in front of him, admired his work, before he put him self into Kyle...