Despised And Devoured By My Step Father

Stupid Cunt

Danny's POV

I stared at my reflection, my chest heaving under a tight, pink cropped tank top that left way too much skin exposed. I was going to make righteous wannabe stepdad so mad today for leaving me hanging like that. With trembling fingers, I smeared my thick, cherry-red gloss over my bottom lip, making it look bitten and swollen. I would look like the one thing Chadwick hated the most today, smirk curved on my lips as I kept staring at my gorgeous reflection.

The door to my bedroom didn't just open; it was invaded.

In the reflection in my mirror, I saw him. Chadwick was leaning against my doorframe, looking like the picture of academic perfection in a crisp, black button-down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His eyes brushed over me, and the look of pure, disgust crossed his face.

"Wash that s**t off your face," Chadwick commanded, his voice a low, vibrating growl of irritation. "We are going to buy suits. I can't let my step son disgrace me in public looking like a f*****g, cunt."

I majestically turned around, leaning my hips back against my table, my heart drumming a frantic jagged rhythm against my ribs. I felt a surge of reckless power. "Why, daddy? Is it too much for you to handle? Does it make it hard for you to play daddy role?" I let out a sharp, mocking laugh. "You say you hate feminine boys. You call me a freak and worse. But you can't seem to get your hands off me, can you? I felt your hunger. Your burning desire for me."

I took a callous step toward my stepfather, my voice dropping to a dangerous taunting whisper. "I bet, you want to f**k me so bad, right now."

The air in the room died. Chadwick's eyes darkened into black pits of pure rage. Before I could even blink, Chadwick moved like a mad man, grabbing the back of my neck and jerking me forward so hard his teeth rattled.

"You think you have leverage?" Chadwick hissed, his breath hot and smelling of bitter espresso. "You think I could feel anything for you? Huh?! Never! Never! I repeat, in your wildest dream think a stray dog like you have power over me. Stupid cunt."

He didn't lead me to the bed. He dragged me to my desk, the place I spent hours, making art. With one violent motion, Chadwick swept my art supplies and textbook onto the floor, the clatter echoing in the tense silence. He slammed me down face-flat against the hard mahogany, the edge of the wood digging painfully into my stomach.

"Wait.." I gasped, but the protest was choked off as I felt his belt being yanked open.

Chadwick shoved my trousers and my g-string underwear down to my knees in one brutal tug, exposing my pale, trembling ass to the cool air. I tried to squirm, to kick, but Chadwick shoved his full weight into my back, pinning me flat against the desk like a specimen on a board.

Then came the first strike.

SLAM!

The palm of his hand slammed on my right butt cheek with a force that made me see stars. The pain was immediate, a blinding, white-hot sting that radiated through his entire lower body.

"Count," he commanded, his voice a dark, terrifying rasp.

SLAM!

"One," I choked out, my face pressed into the wood. My eyes were watering, but it wasn't just the pain. It was the hum in my blood. Everytime that heavy hand hit my skin, I felt a jolt of electricity shot straight to my crotch.

SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!

Chadwick kept hitting my ass with a heavy force that made my skin felt like fire. Deep down, I knew he was too loud, my mum could walk in, on us, any minute now. But I just couldn't protest anymore, the heat pulsing off my own flesh, my ass turning a deep bright red.

"Ouchhh!" I was sobbing now, a mix of genuine hurt and desperate, sickening arousal I couldn't hide.

"Is this what you wanted?" Chadwick growled. He stopped the hitting, but the torture wasn't over. He shoved two thick, rough fingers between my ass cheeks, rubbing them hard and fast over my puckered anus. He wasn't being gentle, he was stretching my sensitive skin with a rough touch that me me whimper and arch my back. "You want to be handled? Then learn your place."

Suddenly Chadwick pulled away. Leaving me shattered, my ass cheeks glowing red, my pride completely ruined.

"Your mother is waiting," Chadwick said, his voice flat as he buckled his own belt. "Don't come with us, I will tell her you are staying home. Can't bare to see your ugly face any longer."

He walked out without looking back. I stayed on the desk for a long time, shivering, my ass throbbing with a rhythmic heat that made my head spin. All my confidence I gathered, just to be humiliated at my own table.

"Why, me Lord!" I said, my voice echoing loudly, as I quickly put my hands over my mouth to mute. Thank my stars, no one heard me.

My phone buzzed on the floor among the scattered pencils.

Gabriel: Yo, there's a party at the fault tonight. DJ Chaq will be live!! You better drag your ass out here. You have been too busy lately, with your so-called biology lessons.

I wiped the smeared eyeliner from my face with the back of my hand. My skin was still stinging, a constant, burning reminder of Chadwick's palm. Rage engulfed me, to hell with my step dad and my feelings for him. I would go to this party and get f****d by random guys, who wouldn't call me a freak at least.

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The vault was a neon soaked nightmare. The bass was so loud, I could feel it in my tailbone. I wore a mesh top and leather pants. I was four drinks in, the gin blurring the edges of my shame, when I saw the pole on the small stage.

"Danny, where are you going?" Drunk Gabriel asked me, but I didn't answer.

Without thinking. I climbed.

I grabbed the cold brass, swinging my body with a desperate, fluid grace. I wanted to be touched. I wanted to be seen and appreciated. I smothered my body against the strip dancer, letting his hands graze my hips, trying to drown out the memory of Chadwick's palm.

"Woah!" Woah!" Clap! Clap!"

The crowd cheered, intoxicating me as I moved to kiss the pole dancer, his hands all over my perfect body as we kissed in a desperate manner that almost made me hard.

"Danny Robert!" A loud growl tore through the loud music.

And then, the crowd parted.

The music was still pumping, but the atmosphere had turned to ice. Chadwick stood there, a dark shadwow in neon light. He looked like an avenging God in his black suit, his eyes locked on me with a lethal intensity that made my heart stop.

"What's my step father doing here?"

He didn't wait. He matched onto the stage, his hand wrapping around the back of my neck in a crushing grip, and hauled me off the pole like I was nothing.

"Are they dating? Is he his boyfriend?," the crowd murmured, as they watched me being dragged out violently from the club.