The Father The Son The Campe Diem

Panic Room

Max groaned as the feeling inside his stomach got worse. It felt like he was being torn in two but he knew better than to complain and settled for making little noises of displeasure. His father like them anyway so at least he didn't have to worry about being hit.

The creaking of the bed increased as his father held him close so his head didn't hit the headboard so much, but this wasn't because he was concerned for him or anything. He just didn't want to waste money taking him to the hospital and having to lie to yet another doctor. Oh yeah, and he was cumming.

He pulled out of him with wet pop noise that made him sick to his stomach, and watched the excess spill out of his son like he was some sort of cum dispenser.

"That was good Maxie, you're a good little boy for sitting there and taking Daddy's dick like a big boy without issue."

"Th-Thank you Daddy..."

"But now that we've had our playtime, I was wondering if you could play with some of Daddy's friends."

"F-Friends?"

"You know, Uncle Myron. Steve. Joseph. Aaron. They'd all love to play with you."

"B-But I don't wanna play with them Daddy!!"

Max's father backhanded him so hard his face hit the headboard.

He was crying at this point but his father didn't care and merely handcuffed his son's little hands to the bed and gagged him with his own briefs.

He then opened the door to the room and let in several men who wore sick smiles on their faces as they approached the squirming child who was desperately trying to get away from them.

"All yours fellas, and thank you for your patronage."

Max tried to scream through the gag as he was flipped over onto his stomach and his legs spread.

He knew it was no use fighting and eventually just relaxed his body and settled for sobbing into the mattress as the men took turns violating his young body over and over.

He opened his eyes and screamed as he sat up trying to catch his breath. His heart was once again beating so hard that it felt like it was going to break through his ribs and tear through his chest.

He was drenched in sweat but he was more concerned with the small amount of wetness he was feeling in his pants. And it wasn't piss.

He wiped his face and sobbed into his hands for but before wiping his face with the sleeve of his hoodie. Where the hell was he?

He was surrounded by various items, an old tv with video tapes that said 'Camp Pining Hearts' on them, and statues made of what appeared to be garbage. Wait, was he in a fucking barn.

He heard voices coming from outside so he got up and went to go check it out so he could thank whoever brought him there for the night before leaving.

He opened exited the barn and saw two females standing around with a pumpkin.

One was the average height of a teenager and blue while the other was about his height and green. Oh and the pumpkin was alive and barking like a dog.

"Uh..hi?"

"Oh great and now he's up and seen us, nice going Lazuli."

"Will you relax, he needed help."

"Help that jeopardize our own safety?! He could be a spy from Homeworld!!"

"He's a human, we already checked him over. No gem on any part of his body."