Despised And Devoured By My Step Father

The Mask We Wear

Danny's POV

"Let me go....please. My mum.... she's coming." I pleaded with Mr Chadwick.

My voice was a frantic, jagged whisper. Mr Chadwick held on my neck, my face still buried in between his thigh, I could tell he was just trying to ruin my life at that exact moment. He was toying with me.

"She is still at the end of the hall, boy." Chadwick murmured, his voice terrifyingly calm. He leaned in closer, the scent of expensive sandalwood and aged bourbon clouding my senses. "Don't you want to show you mum, exactly who you really are?"

With a sudden, mocking flick, Chadwick released me. I scrambled up to my feet, my hands flying to my messy curls, in an attempt to put myself all together. I felt a riot in my ribcage. I had just enough time to adjust my shirt, before my mum would reach the door. Richard had gently tucked his monstrous c**k in and buckled.

"Oh! Am I interrupting a serious session?" My mum asked, her face appearing in the doorway, glowing with that soft, oblivious happiness, she carried since Chadwick came into her life.

My hands flew behind my back, fingers tangling together to hide my violent trembling. I felt the flush creeping up my neck."Your son, was sucking on your fiancé c**k!" I wished I could scream that out loud, as a hot brand of guilt crept under my skin.

"Not at all, honey," Chadwick said. He stepped away from the desk with a grace that made my hair stand up. "We were just reviewing biology syllabus. Danny has some....unique talent, you may not have dear." my mum giggled. "Awwnn, I love the fact you both are bonding so well."

Chadwick turned his head just enough to catch my eye. The look was something deadly, no way anybody could convince me that Chadwick wasn't sent by the devil to ruin my life.

"You have been so quiet lately, Dan," My mum said, stepping into the room and placing a hand on my shoulders. I nearly jumped out of my own skin. "Is biology that hard for you? I know science isn't your strength, but you just have to do what momma wants okay."

"It's fine... anything you..say, Mum," I managed to choke out.

"Well, tonight we would be having fun," my mum insisted. "School resumes next week, and honestly we need to bond more, before you go back to campus. Why don't we all go to the living room to watch a movie, later.

Chadwick smiled, a thin, predatory curve. "That's a wonderful idea. I think we have done enough biology for one morning. I want to bond with my step son at home, so I can bond well with him in school."

I felt the trap snap shut. I thought the university would be an escape from this intense madness, I was insanely enjoying but it looked like Chadwick will haunt me there too.

The living was dim, lit only by the flickering blue glow of the television. Mum had claimed the corner of the sectional, her legs tucked under a thick, weighted blanket.

"Sit, sit," she whispered, patting the middle cushion.

My house which felt like home to me, now felt foreign all because of Chadwick's presence. As I sat down, intending to leave a gap, Chadwick sank into the leather right beside me, his heavy thigh pinning the edge of my jeans. The older man stretched his arm along the back of the sofa, his fingers inches from the nape of my neck.

On screen, a romantic comedy played, bright colors and upbeat music that felt like a mockery.

"I was thinking," Chadwick started, his voice low, cutting through the movie's dialogue. "Since campus is resuming, we should establish a schedule. Tuesdays and Thursdays, Danny has my lecture at ten. We would leave by 8:30 AM. That gives us plenty of time for..... morning preparations."

"That's perfect," my mum murmured, her head leaning back. Her eyes were closed now. "He's always struggled in the lab. Now I know he will actually learn."

"As if," I scoffed, to my mum's reply, silently.

Few seconds later, I felt something.

A hand moved. Under the cover of the heavy blanket, I felt a sudden, firm weight. Chadwick's hand landed on my thigh. I froze, my breath hitching. My mum was sitting right with us, her chest rose and fell in the slow cadence of deep sleep.

Chadwick didn't even look at me. He kept his eyes on the screen, a bored expression on his face, while his hand began to slide upward.

I felt the rough callouses of his palm moving toward my crotch. I tried to shift away, but Chadwick's fingers hooked into my belt loop, pulling me back. With a deftness that was terrifying.

"Stop, my mum could see us," I whispered, but he just ignored me.

Chadwick reached for my zipper. The metallic skrrrr was masked by a car chase on the TV.

I felt the cool air hit my skin as Chadwick reached inside, his fingers sliding beneath the elastic of my underwear. My eyes went wide, my knuckles turning white as I gripped the sofa.

"Don't," I hissed.

Chadwick leaned in, his shoulder pressing into mine. "Shhh," he whispered into my ear. "Another word from you, I will f**k you right here in front of your mother, Danny. I know you want me bad, now be happy you got me, freak."

As he spoke, his fingers closed around my already hard c**k. My head fell back, a silent gasp escaping my lips. My mum was just inches away from us, and her so-called hot fiancé didn't even seem to care.

"Look at her, boy," he commanded softly. "What her sleep peacefully, while I do this to you. Tell me.... doesn't the risk make it all better?"

I couldn't look away from my mother's peaceful face. The guilt was sickening, but it was being drowned out by the hear spreading across my groin. My body betraying me. Every deliberate slide of his hand on my d**k, sent a jolt of pleasure through me that made my vision swim.

I bit my lower lip until I tasted blood, desperate to swallow the moan building in my throat. Chadwick's pace increased, his hand stroking my d**k in a mechanical precision. He leaned closer, his chest pressing against my arm, his breath hot against my temple. "Such a good boy," he mocked, "staying so quiet for your mother?"

My eyes snapped shut. The climax bit its peak, a tidal wave I just couldn't stop. I tried to pull back, but Chadwick's other hand came down hard on my knees, pinning me.

"Stay still," he warned me.

My back arched, my fingers digging into the leather. I buried my face in his shoulder, stifling a ragged, broken sound as my body jerked in Chadwick's grip.

"Fuclkkkk," moans, almost escaped my lips as I felt the warmth spill over Chadwick's fingers, the evidence of my ruin hidden beneath the blanket.

Chadwick didn't stop. He continued for a few heartbeats longer, making sure I felt every last throb, forcing me to endure the oversensitivity until I was shivering.

My mum's eyes snapped open. She blinked, stretching her arms and letting out a long, satisfied yawn. "Oh did I miss the end?"

"Just the few minutes," Chadwick said. He stood up and smoothing his shirt as if he hadn't just spent the last five minutes ruining me under my blanket. He left me right there, trembling at the edge of another insane peak, my skin humming with a desperate unfinished ache, as I placed my hand on my throbbing crotch.

He walked over and kissed my mum's forehead, the tenderness of it making my stomach turn."You are so beautiful darling, let's go to bed, I have a surprise for you."

I stayed frozen on the couch, the flickering blue light of the TV was the only thing watching me. Chadwick didn't even turn back. Not even once. I listened to their footsteps retreating up the stairs. I was alone in the dark, my body still pulsing.

I didn't care, if he was a professor or step dad. I must get back at him for leaving me hanging, I promised myself, as I began to use my own hand to stroke my c**k.