Break Me (Phan)

Daniel Howell
Saturday 24th October (continued...)

I pressed my face into my hand as I used my other to comb my hair back. My breathing was ragged as I held my knees up to my chest on my floor bed. Phil tried. He really, really did, but I couldn't muster up the effort to make a relationship of any sort, even just an acquaintance, to work. I shouldn't have gone out tonight.

The door downstairs slammed shut as I heard the vibrations ripple throughout the musty house. His footsteps drummed one at a time up the staircase as his less-than-black-out voice echoed out, "Danny?" he was way too sober.

I held a lump in my throat as I forced back wet eyes and both my hands violently scratched at my scalp. I could feel his hands over me before he even stepped near. My legs twitched beneath my weight as my stomach twisted inwards, "Go away, Steven." I begged within my mind.

My bedroom door cracked open, his presence looming in the doorway. He wore a false grin, "I saw you in the pub." he spoke, "Where was my 'hello'?" I shook my head, so he repeated his question, "Where was it?"

"I-I-I...I-I...I-"

"Oh, save it, boy." he scoffed, "You're ashamed of me. Fucking ashamed of me." he scowled, "Just because you're blessed with a Marking and I'm not, huh? You think you're privileged. That's what you think. You're not privileged, Danny. You don't deserve anything, do you?" he prowled. I shook my twitching head, my hands shaking against my skull. My lungs took in air at an unsteady pace as Dad crouched down to my height. His lips were pinched tight as his finger pulled my chin up to his like he has always done in situations like these; situations where he wants to mock me and shame me for my behaviour.

His face crept towards mine as he scowled with both sets of teeth. My hand flew to my mouth as I felt my gut turn in on itself. I felt sick from the vibrations echoing through my body as my blood coursed it's way downwards. God, please, God knows I don't want this. I clenched my legs in desperation of removing my hardness but I'd never known it to work. The water began to drip from my eyes as my right hand burnt into my sheet.

//

He hummed, laughing slightly at the end of the note before tearing my palm away from my mouth, and when he did this, all my bodily pains began to scutter away. I was left with nothing more than an empty body to maneuver. He gripped the wrist of the hand that was against my mouth, moving it down to my dick. My head shook slowly as he palmed his hand over mine.

"I know you always want me because you get hard. You enjoy my little show. It gets you excited." he crept to my ear, whispering down my neck, "If you didn't get hard, I wouldn't do this, you know that?"

He moved our hands away from my body and down the waistline of his jeans instead. The feeling of flesh against my fingertips made me shudder. But, I complied. My hand made downward movements in hopes that if I could just get him to come now, he would leave my body alone.

The corner of his lips smiled as he took pleasure in my hatred for him. I'd tried denying it before and lashing out, putting all my best attempts into escaping situations where he'd become a little too sober, but it only made everything so much worse and unbearably painful.

My head became light as my conscience fluttered out, "Stay with me, Danny." he laughed, knowing I could shut off in these circumstances. He peeled my tee away from my body, followed by my jeans and boxers. I had goosebumps run across my body as he pushed my shoulders down against the mattress.

Dad stood over me, hacking up spit in his throat before projecting it onto my chest over my Marking. He cackled, "Not so special of a thing now, is it?" he mocked. My head ran light-headed again, my mind pleading to detach from any physical sensations.

"Fucking hell, boy." he complained, "Stay with me." he knelt down, unzipping his jeans and pulling his dick out of his pants. It would hurt less after if I could just stay with it for the next ten minutes, because he'd drag it out and stretch me. But, I was already going too quickly, so he decided to miss that out and press his cock against me as he forced his way into my ass. I whined, my hole aching with him inside of me. He leant closer to my ear, "I'm inside of you, Danny. No one will ever want you, used like this."

He violently jerked himself in and out of my body, making exaggerated moaning sounds to fill the house as he did so. Water crept its way out of my eyes until the pressure inside of my head became too much, and I lost connection to my body.

***
Sunday 25th October

I woke up, the feeling of nausea spreading across my entire stomach as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. I tried to move my hands to my sides before realising they'd been strapped together. I let out a whine, trying to shuffle backwards but feeling my feet tied and my back already against a wall. I tried turning to my side, only for a sharp pain to spread across my ass as I realised there was still something inside of me. I cried out, sobs violently escaping out of my mouth. I couldn't even position myself to see what tool I was sitting on. I just hoped it was clean.

Dad appeared in my doorway with a smile against his face. I wondered if I'd been here long enough for him to get drunk again, or maybe he'd stayed almost-sober to see me wake from this. He checked the time, "Impressive, Danny. Fifteen hours with a rolling pin inside of you." he broke the tape around my wrists, my arms cramping as I moved them out of place. He groaned in pleasure, "I'll let you get it out of you." I whined and whimpered as I maneuvered the wood out of me, tossing it to the side and unwrapping my feet. Dad nodded, leaving me in my room alone at last.

//

I scuttled to my phone, seeing a missed call from David, "Fuck, please, no!" I thought as I realised I was missing work. I was throwing on clothes as I ran out of the houses my entire body screaming in agony. I could have called in sick, but work was my only freedom.

I returned the call, "David I'm-"

"Save it, Daniel. You're two hours late, where are you?"

"I'm sorry, I'm heading up now."

"Fine. This is your only warning!" he scowled as he hung up the line.

I spent the five minute walk weeping into my jumper's sleeve.

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