State Of Mind

Inner Battle part 2

I have never really felt such a barrage of emotions until recently. It started with Delilah. What I felt for her was odd, unordinary for me. My body and my mind had never reacted to anyone like that before.

Except... No...

I always thought of the voices as a burden. I never realized that they were my shield. They were my mind's last defense.

I feel so naked without them.

Another door. This one I am afraid to open, but I do anyway.

"Come on Tommy..."

That voice...

Dylan rubs the crotch of my pants. I'd be lying if I said my adopted brother's touch didn't make my member twitch. I still hate him, the way he makes my body feel doesn't change that. He is the adopted one, the golden boy, and I get beaten.

"Just once Tommy... Mom and dad'll never know..."

He sticks his had down my pants and boxers and rubs my achingly hard member. I can't help but moan, and he smiles. I hate him for this. I hate him.

He pumps fast and makes me come embarrassingly quickly. I feel like I might puke, so I start to get up, but he isn't done yet. He pulls me close, his throbbing member brushing against my limp one. He pulls off my pants and throws me down, and I have no energy to fight him. He licks and sucks my member until it's hard again. I figure he's just going to suck me until I cum, but what he does I would never expect him to do.

He strips himself down and shoves himself inside of me. No warning, no lube. He covers my mouth roughly and pumps in and out. I'm crying now. I don't want this. I want him off. There's so much pain...

He pumps my erection that threatens to go limp again as he rapes me. He keeps me hard, but the pain is so blinding and my mind is so worked up that when he finishes I'm not even close. I try not to pay attention to the blood on his limp cock as he looks at me wickedly.

"I won't leave my little brother hanging."

He takes my entire length in his mouth and sucks me until I cum. There's no pleasure for me, simply my body having a natural reaction to an outside force.

That night I left myself with more cuts on my wrists than I ever have in one sitting.

I have to lean against the wall for support. I'm dry heaving, but my stomach is empty. Not even acids will rise from my throat. Panic is rising in my chest and I have to remind myself that this is just a memory... Just a past event.

The scene morphs. It isn't another hallway, but another memory. I don't want to look, but curiosity burns in my chest and I must.

"You raped my son you faggot!"

"No mom he forced himself on-"

Her hand connects with my face, and a sickening crack echoes throughout the empty house.

"It's time I teach you boy..."

I get a sinking feeling, like I know what she's going to do before she does it. She grabs my wrist, and I try to pull away. My whole body is struggling against he but the old bat is just too damn strong.