A new lifestyle



       As his stay with his uncle continued, so did the abuse. After their first encounter, more and more did his uncle grow careless about his approaches –almost as if he was entitled to them.
       In the mornings Shouta would be assaulted before he could even wake up –or more so, he would wake up from the assault. Getting railed in the ass to be filled with cum.
       Followed by his silent whimpering before taking a bath.
       And even then, as the water tried to clean his body and Shouta tried to clean his mind; wondering if he would ever be able to go back home, his uncle would visit him once more –forcing his cock down Shouta’s throat.
       The water was able to mix with the tears, but it could never clean the taste, the smell nor the burning sensation of cum as it went down.
       Not even while working was Shouta safe. Every short break they would take from ploughing the fields meant his large ass would get ploughed instead.
       Worse yet, his body was getting accustomed to it the more his uncle raped him.
       In this case, humanity’s best trait; adaptability, was becoming Shouta’s worst nightmare –because at least the pain that came from it reminded him that it was wrong.
       But if you no longer hurt, if your body learns pleasure from it –then you start to think it’s just the way things are, and eventually, you learn to love it. Shouta was afraid of that.
       To normalize his new lifestyle as his uncle’s pleasuring toy.
       
       ***
       
       One day, as the afternoon sun hung lazily over the field, Shouta scratched his shoes against the gravel path, his small hands stuffed into the pockets of his hoodie. He was expecting his uncle’s approaches to come soon and had resigned to just wait for him and avoid any time loss from his chores.
       But Kaoru wasn’t showing up, so after a couple of minutes of waiting, Shouta was surprisingly now looking for him instead.
       He looked around the house; near the edges of their land, nothing –until his uncle’s voice finally had come around.
       —Hey, Shouta! —Kaoru’s voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding, but with a teasing edge that only Shouta understood—. 
       He glanced over.
       —Come here! —Kaoru called again—.
       The uncle’s tone left no room for argument, but there was a playful lilt to it that made Shouta’s stomach twist knowing what it meant.
       And as he ran towards his uncle’s voice, he noticed something was off. Kaoru was with someone else, sharing a conversation across the fence. Maybe it wasn’t about that.
       But at the same time Shouta approached, the mysterious person left –this wasn’t looking good anymore.
       —W-Who was that, uncle?
       —None of your business kid. —Kaoru scolded him while putting down his pants’ zipper, pulling his cock out—. Your only worry right now is to suck me off ‘til he comes back.
       Shouta looked down in disbelief. This was the first time they were doing it publicly.
       Yes, the fence conveniently covered them from one side; but look over it, or from their side at any angle and you would see perfectly what is going on –specially it being so early, any bystander looking the wrong way and they were busted. Shouta struggled to walk to him.
       —I gave you an order kid! —Kaoru shouted at him—.
       Conveniently this caused someone to look around, making Shouta’s fears worse –but it was clearly a thing he would have to deal with as it went.
       —Yes, uncle…
       Shouta took a deep breath and kneeled in front of him, Kaoru forcing his cock down Shouta’s throat.
       The fear took over Shouta as he felt his uncle fuck his face without remorse in an absurd show of skill as he could move his hip around while still appearing still from the waist up. If Shouta could keep noises to a minimum, maybe nothing could go wrong.
       So, he tried his best to muffle himself –leaving only the unalterable sounds of sucking to scape as Kaoru’s thrusts continued to get worse.
       That’s when he had a second great idea, if he could manage to get his uncle to cum as fast as possible; then he wouldn’t be at risk of getting caught anymore. It was time to work –Shouta started giving Kaoru his all.
       And the uncle was delighted. In his perspective, it appeared as if Shouta either liked the danger or was starting to play along for once. Finally, the kid had learn his place.
       Unfortunately, the plan was cut short when both heard the walking steps of Kaoru’s acquaintance and in an unexpected turn of events; his uncle slowed down.
       This was bad, not only was he not afraid of continuing despite having someone right in front. But this would also conflict with Shouta’s plan as he too would need to tone it down even more.
       —So, where is this nephew of yours? —The unknown person asked—.
       —Working, if he knows what’s good for him. —Kaoru responded, tapping Shouta with his shoe—.
       It was a clear command to keep sucking him off, but Shouta was still trying to calculate his movements to keep them silent. Like having to take short breaks to pass on saliva or breathe.
       Furthermore, despite how many times he had been forced to do it until now –Shouta refused to adapt to his smell, nor his taste. This meant that no matter what, each blowjob was as repulsive as the first –having to feel his uncle’s meat fill his mouth, his tongue having to deal with his sweat and pubic hairs and his nose having to sustain the smell of dirt and musk.
       Its throbbing was also bothersome, as Shouta could feel it like a heartbeat of its own that gave away the wicked pleasure Kauro took from these interactions to begin with.
       Meanwhile, he could hear the adults talk about work, the produce they sold, or the women they were after. Shouta wondered for a second what would be of his friends if Kaoru could get a hand on them.
       There was no time to think about it. Kaoru kept pressing against him as he heard his voice grow angrier.
       It was imperceptible by the stranger, but palpable by Shouta, who had to focus himself on the task at hand. Taking deeper breaths, building up saliva for longer and so on just to please his uncle.
       But alas, one can only last so long. Shouta finally got a taste of Kaoru’s precum. There was still a length to go through, but he knew from the previous times that this mean his uncle was finally getting properly aroused.
       Or the way Shouta put it to himself, he was “halfway through”.
       He increased his efforts right away, worrying less about the noise and more about the results as even Kaoru’s voice began to cut spontaneously. As his uncle’s cock throbbed inside his mouth he knew he had to push himself above and beyond –and hopefully leave in one piece.
       Kaoru grabbed onto the fence tightly, his facial expression struggling to keep itself emotionless and as his hips thrusted into Shouta’s mouth violently, he finally let it out.
       It ran deep inside Shouta’s throat like never before. The thrill of having someone there to witness it added some flavour to it he Kaoru never expected –but to his friend, it was growingly uneasy.
       —Are you doing all right? —He asked, slowly walking back—. I’ll get you some water if you want.
       —That– That sounds like a good idea. —Kaoru replied trying to keep it together—.
       And as the unknown individual walked away, Shouta found the strength to pull out and catch his breath one last time alongside his uncle, who was also breathing heavily from the orgasm.
       But that didn’t mean it was the end. Kaoru was now more than willing to push the limits of decency –stopping Shouta on his tracks to.
       —You are not done yet, kid.
       Without a second thought, Kaoru placed him back in place, turning him around and pulling his pants down. Forcing his cock inside Shouta’s ass before his friend returned, to make sure the kid’s moan went unnoticed. But that was as far as he would go for secrecy of this final act.
       He started thrusting just like he would do in any other scenario –completely careless of the real situation –almost like challenging himself and his own luck.
       Meanwhile, Shouta had to endure his fear of being caught. The humiliation it would bring.
       It festered in his chest like a slow-burning fire, smouldering beneath every thrust he took. Every whimper and moan, every distant voice, every shadow that moved even slightly in the corner of his eye, sharpened his nerves like a whetstone against raw skin. He tried to breathe steadily, but each inhale trembled, snagged on the edge of a choking dread as his uncle’s cock rammed inside of him.
       What would happen when the friend comes back, Kaoru was now being absolutely careless and aggressive.
       The thought alone was enough to send a flush of cold fear racing up his neck, crawling over his ears like guilt manifesting in freezing sweat. Shouta clenched his fists against the fence, not out of anger, but in a feeble attempt to keep himself grounded –to pretend he had an ounce of control. But his palms were already slick, his pulse thudding in his fingertips like the countdown of a ticking bomb.
       He told himself it was fine.
       No one knew.
       Not yet.
       He told himself that again. And again.
       But the fear didn’t listen. It was louder than logic, louder than reason, louder even than the silence that wrapped around him like a too-tight blanket. It whispered in his ear that someone was just around the corner.
       He imagined the looks on their faces –shock, disbelief, disgust. Or worse, amusement. If they were friends with this monster, they surely would want in on the fun as well.
       He’d rather vanish into the floor than hear them laugh or thirst.
       His heart hadn’t stopped hammering.
       Then the unthinkable, the friend had returned and was now handing Kaoru a glass of water.
       —Here, nock yourself out. —The friend joked—.
       —Sure, will do. —Kaoru responded with heavy breathing that was almost too explicit—.
       —You are starting to sound like you ran a marathon, is something going on?
       —It’s nothing, just this damn heat. The weather is impossible sometimes.
       —Tell me about it.
       Shouta held his breath. He could not believe that he was buying it –he could swear the fence was shaking just from Karou’s thrusts alone and yet he was uninterested about it. Meanwhile he had to deal with himself, a dick in his ass and his fears. An unexpectedly arousing fear.
       Or maybe it wasn’t. Shouta had always gotten erect whenever his uncle fucked his ass –probably an involuntary reaction and it was simply a coincidence that the fear felt almost like lust instead.
       Who truly was enjoying it of course, was his uncle, who could even find little moments in which to lower his hand to caress his ass. 
       He truly wanted to push Shouta to his limits too. Probably as a way to mock him even further than how he did after nullifying his magic, or insulted his friends, his family or his life.
       Shouta wanted this to end, for the friend to leave or maybe for Kaoru to cum. It didn’t matter as long as it stopped.
       Instead, it felt like it was taking hours.
       It might’ve only been minutes.
       Seconds, even.
       But time was sludge in moments like this –thick, slow, unforgiving. If only his uncle’s fucking was like that, he could take a break. But no, his brain looped the same half-formed thoughts over and over like a scratched record. What if? What if? What if?
       Finally, after such an infinite wait and meaningless adult talk, he could feel his uncle’s cum warm up his insides. The sticky sensation of his freedom.
       This was probably the happiest he had ever been from getting his ass filled by Kaoru’s semen.
       Not only that, but the friend was also announcing his departure –meaning that yes, he didn’t get caught.
       The thought echoed in his head like a celebratory drumbeat, quiet but defiant. A moment of relief finally cracked through the pressure, blooming in his chest like a forbidden flower. His shoulders sagged a little, breath slipping out in a shaky exhale that felt ten pounds lighter than the one before.
       He hadn’t been found.
       He was safe.
       He could even feel Kaoru’s cock slid out of his ass as cum dripped from both ends, all while his uncle chuckled at the broken-down kid.
       —Oi! Kid.
       The voice ripped through the fragile peace like a blade through rice paper.
       —Well done.
       Shouta could not believe it. He praised him.
       It was clear mockery, but through praising, nevertheless. He almost made the kid feel proud of himself.
       —Now scram!
       Not even a blink and Shouta was trying to crawl out of there with cum still dripping from his ass, as his shaky legs refused to let him run, let alone walk out of there. Shouta simply dragged himself to the old barn tu rest up there.
       He struggled to accept it once more, but it was true, this new lifestyle of his was but just beginning, and until his parents show up for him, it could always get worst.
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