“Willy! You know I'm talking to you, little shit.”
Kid stepped back out.
Daddy undid his belt and unzipped his pants. His thick, semi-erect cock rolled under his belly.
“Come over here, Willy.”
Kid shook his head. He wanted to sneak back in his room and disappear, but he knew what would happen if he didn't comply. He'd resisted too many times only to wind up with a more severe pain than his submission would receive.
He slouched, walked over to the man, and dropped to his knees.
Daddy's glazed eyes stared into his. “You sneakin' off like your mama? You like gettin' fucked, too? Huh?”
Kid gazed at Daddy's now fully erect cock. He couldn't feel pain. He couldn't feel anything as he slid his lips over the head, like he'd done so many times before.
“You think you’re getting off easy, do ya?”
Daddy snatched Kid by the hair, pulled his head up, and yanked him to his face.
“You know what Daddy wants.”
He rolled over, swapping places with Kid. He drove his victim’s face into the cushion.
“Daddy, no!” Kid cried against the scratchy cotton fabric.
Daddy's hand reached around Kid’s jeans and undid the button. He exposed Kid's ass, stroking his erect dick in his crack.
“That's right. This is what you get for being a whore, you son-of-a-bitch.”
Kid woke, his heart pounding, sweat dripping down his face.
He glanced around his little room, eyeing the concrete floor, the cot beneath him, the thin sheet over his legs. As oppressive as this room was, in some ways, it protected him, reminded him that there was no way Daddy could ever hurt him again…except in his nightmares.
