To Date An Ed

The Night After

When Kevin entered the home, he was in a blissful state, green eyes blurred with warmth. That's when he noticed who was inside, and his blood ran cold. His mother stood, arms crossed over a large chest, tapping her foot. A man stood next to her, a dopey grin on his face, holding something behind his back. "Mom? What's.. What's up?" He asked, the setting sun glowing against his and his mother's red hair.

"Well... This gentlemen would like to take you on sort of a walk." His mother cooed in a soothing voice, as if Kevin was a spooked animal, ready to flee at any moment. The man nodded, and his arm flexed, signaling that he had tightened his grip on whatever he was holding. Kevin looked between the two, heart beating erratically.

---

And that is how he found himself, arms tied behind his back, dick out, and a collar around his neck, with the man holding a black leather leash. He bit his lip, tears clouding his eyes as he kept his head down, avoiding looking anywhere but his own feet, walking behind the man. The sun had set, and the only lights were the one's high above, casting light, then shadow, then light again as he was led by the man. He had never expected this, he was sure that the only type of this perverted stuff he would have to suffer would be kept in his home, but no, his mother and tormentor had other plans. He glanced up at the man in front of him, eyes welling with angry tears, he knew he couldn't do a damn thing to save himself. He allowed himself to be led, to the park.

Once there, it was only a few more steps before the two reached a tree, and that is where the man turned, his eyes gazing over Kevin as if he was a slab of meat, and the man was a rabid wolf. With ragged breath, the older man pressed Kevin's naked body against the tree, inhaling the scent from his neck, before giving it a slobbery lick. Kevin shuddered in fear, eyes squeezing shut. He'd dealt with perverts for months, but this... This was terrifying.

Soon he had his hands rested on the tree, eyes pressed shut, the man balls deep in his ass. He shuddered and convulsed, doing his best to remain quiet as he was fucked, not wanting to get the man the satisfaction of hearing him moan, even when is golden button was brushed. The man yanked the collar tighter, and the ginger choked, his head leaning back as much as it could, making his back arch. He growled lowly in his throat, his eyes opening with anger. The man slammed in one time, before exploding, filling Kevin to the brim. Kevin whines softly, tears sliding down his face as the man pulled out, his seed escaping with him. The man pulled up his pants, and ran, leaving Kevin alone.

Kevin shakily slid down onto the ground, resting his forehead against the rough tree bark. He shuddered as he felt more slid out, tears staining his cheeks. After a few moments he got up on shaky legs, about to limp his way home when he noticed Edd, sitting on the playground, face turned towards the night sky. He hid behind the tree, heat raising to his cheeks. How the hell was he going to get home? He was naked, cum running down his legs, and a collar still tightened around his thin neck. He whined softly, more pitiful tears running down his freckled cheeks.

Edd, meanwhile, continued to look up at the sky, before picking up a sheet of paper. Kevin squinted, barely making out the print he had bought the other. The raven haired man stared at it for a moment more, before sighing, hanging his head. He folded it up, sticking it upon to his hat, before jumping down from the playground, shoving his hands into his pockets, heading back to the Cul-De-Sac. Kevin watched him go from his tree, confusion clouding his mind. With a tiny shrug, he shyly slid out from his hiding spot, using his hands to cover himself as best as possible, following after the darker teen.

Luck was finally on Kevin's side, and he made his way back to his home without incident, slamming the door behind himself. He tore off the collar, and stormed into the kitchen, watching his mother count bills, jotting it down on a piece of paper. Kevin threw the collar at her, eyes on fire with rage. "What the HELL?! YOU ARE MY MOTHER!" He started to sob, body shaking with anger. The woman looked up at him with wide eyes, before getting to her feet, standing eye to eye with her son.

SLAP!

The sound echoed around the house, and Kevin let out a gasp, reaching up a hand to touch his already red cheek. He looked at his mom with tears in his eyes, to be greated with the clouded look of someone who was drunk, and that is when he noticed the beer cans that littered the table top. He backed up, and turned down the hall, hiding behind his door. He whimpered and slid to the floor, body shaking. Even through everything, his mother had never slapped him, never physically hurt him in any way. But now his face was throbbing. He curled up into himself, whimpering.

When Kevin woke up, his body ached. He weakly stretched, getting rid of the cramps, arching his back. He got to his feet and went to his dresser drawer, pulling out a black turtle neck and a pair of faded jeans. He opened the door slowly, looking around for his mother before entering the bathroom. He was about to strip when he realized that he was still naked from the night before. He sighed darkly, looking his body over. New hand shaped marks stained his hips, joining faded and older ones, and his neck was purple from the collar. He sighed and hung his head, resting his forehead against the mirror, before turning on his shower, eagerly letting the warmth wash away the trama of the night before. As he ran the soap through his hair, and sighed again. Why, why couldn't he have one day to be happy? As the shower thundered on, pale freckled hands reached for the razor.