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"You need to start pulling your god damn weight around this place, boy" he snarled, his eyes squinting and angry.

I continued to ignore him.

"Do you hear me?!" He barked, turning back and glaring at me.

"Yes" I mumbled, I wasn't in the mood to argue with him, not again.

"Well then get your ass out of bed and clean this shit hole up!"

"Later" I told him, scrolling through my phone.

He scoffed and picked up a pair of underwear from my floor.

"You're disgusting" he hissed, throwing them at me "and when are you gonna' get a fucking job?"

"Can you get the fuck out of my room, please?" I spat back, barely taking my eyes off my screen.

"You know, when I was eighteen I had..."

"Two jobs" I interrupted "I know, Mike, you've told me twenty times"

His face had turned red with anger.

"You're an ungrateful little bastard, you know that?" He sneered "and the sooner your bitch of a mom realises it and kicks your sorry ass out, the better!"

Mike turned and left the room, slamming the door shut as he did. I hated my step-father. As far as people went, he ranked amongst the worst. He was only thirty, which made living in the same place as him and my mom, a complete fucking nightmare.

My mom, who was four years his elder, met him five years ago, and he'd been living with us ever since. He was a free loader, a complete waster and had the unique ability to turn everything on me. Sure, my room was a bit of a mess, and I didn't have a job, but neither did he! In fact, not including the job my mom supposedly had, none of us did, which was the main reason why we still lived in this damn trailer.

"Where is she?" I asked, walking into the living room where Mike was now watching the television.

"How should I know?" He growled back, slugging from a bottle of beer.

"You know it's ten in the morning?" I asked, pouring cereal into a chipped bowl and watching in disgust as he gulped.

"Did I fucking ask?" He belched and I shook my head.

"Where's the milk?" I sighed, opening the mostly empty fridge.

"Gave it to the cat"

"We don't have a cat" I hissed back and he shrugged.

"Mike? Where's the fucking milk?!"

"I gave it to the fucking cat I told you!"

He pointed across the room to the busted door where a small saucer sat on the floor, a pool of milk at the bottom.

"You're fucking insane" I sighed, leaving the cereal on the counter top.

I sat down across from him, glaring at the tele as my stomach growled. I fucking hated it here.

"If you had a job you could go and buy milk" he told me, without looking in my direction.

"If you had a job you could go and buy a real fucking house" I spat back.

"You know I have a good mind to beat your ass" Mike hissed "put some damn manners on you"

I half laughed.

"You think it's funny, boy?" He continued, and I could feel him staring at me "see how funny you think it is when I whoop you!"

"Mike shut the fuck up" I scoffed, standing up and getting my jacket.

I left the trailer to the sound of Mike shouting after me. I was used to him and his empty threats, hell I'd be more worried if he didn't threaten to beat my ass every single day. The truth, however, was that the only reason we still had a roof over our head, was because of Mike.

My mom worked casually at a bar down town, or at least, that's where she told me she worked. I'd been to the bar before, when I found Mike unconscious at the door, and the owner had never heard of her. I knew what she really did, but I didn't like to think about it.

She didn't bring home much, and whatever she did bring home, her and Mike either snorted or drank. The reason we had managed to keep the trailer, wasn't due to Mike's hard work or well earned money, it was because the dumb fuck fell through the deck outside and threatened to sue management.

They'd agreed to allow us ten years rent free, and that was four years ago.

"A month before it, I'll do it again" Mike had said "and if they don't offer, I'll sue!"

I was in and out of the convenience store within a minute. I'd learned to shoplift at a young age, and though I was barred from almost every store in town, I'd yet to be caught here. I returned to the trailer with milk and a tin of beans, it would do for now.

I was eighteen, pretty good looking, and smart enough to have survived this long. I didn't spend long in school, so college wasn't going to be an option, but I wasn't ever going to let myself turn into a Mike.

I pushed open the trailer door and my jaw dropped.

"Don't you know how to fucking knock!?" Mike gasped, dropping his huge cock and struggling to pull up his shorts.

"Why would I knock on my own door?" I snarled, trying to ignore the sight of his tool, which looked to be at least eight inches long.

I hated to admit it, but Mike was a handsome man. I never quite understood why he'd settled for my mom, when the truth was, he could have had any woman he wanted, if it wasn't for his shitty personality.

"Fuck it" he grunted, leaving his shorts and boxers around his ankles as I filled the bowl for the second time.

"You're old enough to see some dick now" he chuckled to himself, and switched back on the tele.

I watched in disgust as a 1970's style porno played and Mike reached for his cock again.

"Are you fucking serious?" I snapped, turning away as he began to pump himself.

"Oh grow up" he replied "it's not like we don't hear you in there, moaning like a little slut".

My face turned red instantly.

"Oh yeah" he breathed "I've heard you jacking off, probably playing with that tight little pussy of yours too"

"Mike! Shut the fuck up" I spat, abandoning the cereal and walking around into the living area again.

Part of me wanted to confront Mike for casually masturbating while I stood there, and the other part wanted to see his dick again.

"Can you stop, please?" I asked sternly, watching his uncut cock as the foreskin slid back and forth over his fat cock head.

"Come on over and give daddy a hand" he grinned, and even from ten feet away, I could smell the alcohol off him.

"You're drunk" I spat "and you're not my dad".

Mike laughed and turned his attention back to the tele, where a bad quality clip showed a rather unattractive woman being spit roasted by two hairy men.

I shook my head and turned to walk away.

"Hey!" He barked and I stopped.

"How about it?"

"How about what?" I snapped, my eyes falling back down to his thick, bulging rod.

"Come and give me a hand" he grinned "or a mouth".

"You're sick" I told him, but I could feel my cock stiffen in my briefs.

"You've no idea how sick I am" he whispered, and began to laugh.

"I'm going back to bed" I told him, but I couldn't bring myself to leave the room.

His pale red glans were now slick with clear fluid as his hand continued to work the meat. It was one of the best cocks that I'd ever seen, despite never seeing one in real life other than my own.

"Come on, son" he breathed "sit down here between daddy's legs".

I glared at him, wanting to argue but feeling almost mesmerised by him. I had never been attracted to Mike. Sure, he was handsome, but he was a dick, a giant, horrible, miserable, attractive dick.

"No way" I replied, and even I wasn't convinced by my response.

"I won't tell no one" he continued, his southern accent slithering from his tongue "maybe if you help me, I can help you".

"Help me how?" I asked, still watching his twitching prick as it spilled more pre-cum down his shaft.

"I'll make that pussy feel nice and good" he whispered, and he was standing up now.

"I'm... I'm not gay" I spat, my cock bulging as he stepped out of his shorts and underwear and began to stride toward me in just his t-shirt.

"What's gay about it?" He shrugged, picking up his bottle of beer and chugging it as he got closer.

"I don't see nothing gay about fucking some pussy" he continued, and he was within arms reach now, his cock leaking across the floor.

"I... I don't have a pussy" I explained stupidly and then I felt it.

Mike's hand shot toward me, grabbing me by the back of the hair and holding me tight as my head bent backward.

"You wanna be my little slut, Liam?" He hissed, and I could feel his large cock pushing against my crotch.

My initial reaction was to pop Mike in the throat, and follow that up by beating his half naked ass around the trailer, but something stopped me.

His grip felt good. The scent of alcohol, sweat and cigarettes was no longer disgusting, but arousing. I did want to be Mike's little slut.

"Yes" I groaned as he yanked my head back further

"Yes what, princess?" He whispered, and I felt his tongue run along the side of my face.

"Yes, daddy" I gasped.

Mike was quick. Far quicker than I had ever expected the young drunk to be. He flipped me around, pushing me forward over the island and lifting my t-shirt up my torso.

"So smooth" he groaned, and I could feel his hips thrust into my ass.

My t-shirt was now wrapped around my neck, and Mike was holding the back of it like a leash.

"You gonna be a good slut for daddy?" He gasped, his free hand running down my chest and moving toward the waistband of my shorts.

I'd never felt anything like it. My cock felt as though even the lightest of touches would send me into a powerful orgasm. I could hardly talk.

They came down quickly, revealing my white briefs as Mike grasped my package. I moaned, wincing slightly as his grip tightened.

"Such a tiny clit" he sneered into my ear and was now using his other hand to rub his finger between my clothed ass cheeks.

"Back when I was in prison" he grunted, yanking my briefs down to my ankles "we'd take turns with pretty little sluts like you".

He grabbed my balls, squeezing them tighter than balls should be squeezed, and I winced again.

"We'd sneak into their cell and start by getting their pussy all nice and wet".

He spun me around, my erect cock slinging juice across the room, and pushed me harshly to my knees. His long, meaty cock now hung just inches from my face and I could smell the musk.

Mike grabbed it at the base with one hand, took the back of my head with the other, and pushed his dick against my lips.

"Come on slut" he snarled "get daddy's cock nice and wet or it'll hurt your little pussy when I fuck you".

I was barely listening to the words that Mike was saying, but I was hungry for whatever he wanted to give me. I opened my mouth, feeling as his cock head pushed between my lips and onto my tongue.

"That'a boy" he gasped, pushing further into my virgin throat.

I gagged, sending wads of saliva down my chin as Mike inched his rod deeper.

"I met a guy that looked just like you one time" he groaned, holding my head with both hands now.

"A cute little slut, blonde hair, great big blue eyes and a tiny little clit just like yours".

Mike lifted his bare foot and smacked it firmly against my low hanging sack. I squirmed as he did.

"He'd play with it while we all fucked him" he continued "let me see you play with your clit, slut".

Hearing Mike calling me a slut should have had the opposite effect. I should have smacked him in the head, and yet it was making my erection leak copiously.

I grabbed my five inch shaft and began pumping it as I took more of my step-dad into my mouth. This shouldn't have felt as good as it did.

"Damn you're better than your mom" he moaned, thrusting in and out of my throat as I gagged and coughed onto him.

Mike continued to fuck my face for at least five minutes whilst I jerked my cock. I had to be careful, it was becoming increasingly likely that I'd blow my load before him, and that was something that couldn't happen.

"Get nice and close" Mike told me, as though he knew how eager I was to nut.

"I wanna feel your body shake" he added, speeding up as he throat-fucked me.

The sound of gagging and heavy breathing filled the trailer as I beat off and sucked my step-father's cock simultaneously, until finally I felt it rush through me.

I moaned onto Mike's shaft and felt a sharp pain in my balls. His foot connected and I groaned.

"I said close" he snarled and the immense pleasure that had been brimming, was drowned by a dull pain.

"Now turn around and show daddy that pussy".

He took a handful of my scraggy blonde hair and dragged me to my feet as my cock bounced and twitched with frustration.

"That's right" he whispered, bending me back over the island "spread those cheeks, boy".

My cock dug into the wood uncomfortably, but I was no longer controlling my own actions. My horny brain was on auto pilot, and anything that Mike wanted, I was eager to do. I reached behind and spread my plump buns, exposing my virgin hole.

"Oh well aint' that just the tightest pussy I ever saw" he smirked, pumping his pole as he poked it with his finger.

"Nobody been in here yet, boy?"

"No, daddy" I gasped, feeling his dry finger prise open my anus.

"You want daddy to be the first?" He continued, and I heard him spit.

"Yes" I moaned "yes daddy".

"That'a boy".

I felt his finger return now, wet with spit, and push into me. I moaned, squirming as Mike slid deeper.

"Oh damn, I might just have to take you with me to the cookout next weekend" he said, pushing a second finger into my burning ring.

"I think daddy's friends would love to play with your little pussy".

My mind could only focus on what was happening in that moment, so I didn't question the cookout.

He spat again, his fingers now sliding in and out of me quickly as I moaned.

"You ready to feel daddy's fat cock in you, boy?" He asked and I nodded.

"Lemme' hear you say it" Mike snarled "beg for it, slut".

"Please" I gasped, his fingers now shooting inside me so fast that I felt like I'd cum hands-free.

"Please fuck me, daddy. I'm begging you".

"Well alright then, princess" he hissed "but I wanna see you playing with that little clit, get nice and close again, you understand?"

"Yes... Yes daddy" I moaned, and he pulled his fingers from my aching hole and pressed his cock head against it.

"Well go on" he told me "start playing".

I reached down between my legs, fingering my pole into my hand as it poured pre-cum. As I grasped it, I felt my sphincter being forced wide.

I yelped, but Mike grabbed my t-shirt, yanking it backwards and choking me.

"We're not gonna start struggling, are we slut?" He asked, and I was now looking back at him as he inched deeper into my rectum.

"No... No daddy" I gagged, and he released the t-shirt and grabbed me around the mouth.

"You just keep playing with yourself, now. That'a boy" he whispered.

I winced again as more of his meet pushed into me. My cock was painfully close to squirting, but I could only focus on the pain.

Mike thrust, widening me even further and I squirmed, groaning into his saliva soaked hand.

"Mmm, that's right, slut" he slithered "moan for me".

I felt the building orgasm again, more powerful this time and my hand sped up on my shaft. I moaned between my step-dad's fingers, and a second later my arm was yanked painfully behind my back, held in place as Mike rammed his rod fully inside me.

The pain mixed with the pleasure, and my legs began to buckle. I wasn't orgasming, though I had been a millisecond from doing so, but it felt wonderful.

"I bet your little clit is getting upset" he snarled into my ear, his heavy balls pressing against me.

"Yes daddy" I mumbled in his hand.

Mike shoved himself into me and pulled out quickly. I gasped, and yelped as he slammed his rod back in.

"You'll get used to this, slut" he grunted, and I could feel his body become sweaty "you'll want this every day, and twice on Sundays" he laughed, shoving himself into me and pulling it back out.

I squirmed as my step-father fucked me. I had no idea how it had gotten to this point, only an hour prior, we were arguing like we always did, and now he was inside me, fucking me like a slut.

"And we're not gonna tell your mom, okay?" He continued, as if that was the first thing on my mind to do.

"This is gonna' be our little secret".

Everything about the situation felt wrong, and yet it felt so wonderful too. Mike was thrusting in and out of me with considerable force and speed. His balls bounced off me, slapping as he took my virginity.

I felt his hand close around my shaft and jumped as it did. He began to pump it gently, squeezing and sliding up and down as he fucked me. It was heavenly.

"I learned this trick in prison" he whispered breathlessly, his pole hitting my prostate with every motion.

I was covered in a layer of sweat as Mike rammed me, moaning and whimpering as he coaxed my seed out.

His hand worked my meat faster now, causing me to tremble under him. My brain couldn't decide which feeling to focus on, the unimaginable pleasure that Mike was providing to my aching, straining tool, or the pleasurable pain that was coursing through my asshole.

I felt it happening for the third time, and I cried out in the hopes that finally my step dad would let me cum. He took me closer, far closer than I had taken myself and just as I felt the seed begin to surge up my rod, he dropped it and squeezed my full, heavy balls in his hand.

"Ouch!" I cried as he gasped.

My hole was contracting around his cock as the fake orgasm rippled through me. Mike moaned loudly, slamming deeper into me than he had before, grunting like an animal.

"Fuck!" He gasped, his thighs hitting the back of mine as he brutally fucked me.

My cock twitched and danced, untouched and ignored as my step-dad grabbed my hips and smashed against me.

I felt it begin. His huge cock began to spray my battered insides with sperm as he moaned. His fingers dug into my soft flesh, holding me still while he filled me with his nut.

Mike was grunting and breathless, but he wasn't finished. More and more of his thick seed squirted into me, I could feel it sloshing around inside, pooling in my rectum.

"Holy fuck" he gasped, his hard cock still embedded deep inside me.

I was completely drained, and yet I needed release. I needed to blow a load, quickly.

Mike's cock softened inside me as we both remained in place, breathless and panting. Finally, his meat squelched out of my ring and he stepped back.

I heard him gulp his bottle of beer and turned back to him. His face was red and his cock was drooling onto the floor.

"Yeah, that's right" he nodded, sticking a cigarette between his lips and lighting it "you better get used to that feeling, boy".

I didn't answer him.

"Your mom wants to go out and fuck random guys for cash?" He scoffed, and I was sure his cock was stiffening again.

"Then I'm gonna fuck you. She's gonna suck dick? You're gonna suck dick. She's gonna hurt me, I'ma hurt you, you understand me, slut?"

My cock was dangerously close to ejaculating as I listened to my step-dad.

"Yes daddy" I whimpered.

"Now get down there and clean up the mess you made" Mike said, holding the base of his semi-erect tool.

I dropped to my knees and kneed my way toward him.

His cock was lined with sperm and juice and as I took it back into my mouth, I could taste not only his seed, but my ass too. My boner twitched between my legs as I lapped at it.

"And see your clit?" He grunted, using his foot to toy with my aching cock "no more jerking off, not without me knowing".

I was too horny to argue with him as I licked the underside of his cock.

"Yeah" he nodded above me "things are about to change around here".