Chapter 28: Something Of A Repressed Nature

The Bedroom, The Rawsone Residence, Denver, Colorado...

Staring at the computer on the desk of his office for hours on end, Hadrian discovered that his vision had become quite blurry and opted to take a break to rest his eyes. He got up from his desk in the home office and ventured back through the hall toward the master bedroom where he felt the onset of dizziness and slowly leaned against one of the walls in a bid to keep his balance. He couldn't understand why, but he wasn't feeling too well. The affliction was quite sudden and he hardly had time to figure out a way to combat it aside from lying down for a bit. He shuffled along the hall, holding himself up via the nearby wall as the dizziness seemed to be the symptom of an onset headache that definitely threatened to be his undoing if he had not gone to lie down.

The good doctor managed to make it toward his bedroom and to the bed before he collapsed from exhaustion and the pain throbbing in his head as he began to lose consciousness in the wake of a voice that seemed oddly familiar, but strange as it had not been a voice he had heard in quite some time.

{"My Hadrian...."} it said which struck him as odd before everything seemed to faded away and he was no longer faced down amid the pillows and bedding of his bedroom in the house where he'd spent the better part of his adult years caring for a family.

Instead, he'd been seemingly transported back in time to a place where he felt little more than dread as the all too familiar onset of knots in his stomach seemed to get the better of him and the voice called to him again.

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The Rawsone Residence, Unknown City, Unknown State....

The hazel eyes of a confused lad opened to find a woman with blond hair and blue eyes staring at him as she pulled him from his apparent hiding place inside a closet deep within his family home. He wanted to be as far away from her as possible, but she wouldn't allow it, slapping him across the face in the wake of her unseemly rage. She smelled of liquor and sweat mixed with rancid cigarettes as she shouted many an obscenity at him and marched him down the stairs and toward what appeared to have been the living room, a cold place with hideous furniture in the color of vomit green and shag carpet, yellow in color a terrible choice by all accounts, but the style was a product of the times.

The heat from her slapping him still stung quite a bit as his eyes watered, but not a sound escaped his tightly pursed lips. He felt only a silent and cold furry fill him as she pulled him via his hand into the room, the hot pink, silk robe billowing behind her with each step she took. He had known only contempt for this drunken blonde woman whom found it amusing to cause him pain but he dared not say it aloud.

He could smell the thick cigarette smoke on her as she pulled him close enough to stand before her, her blue eyes narrowed and her robe falling to the floor as she sat on the flat portion of the sofa spreading her bare legs wide and revealing the bushy blonde hair that covered her pelvis and the tight pinked flesh that lay beneath.

"Be a good boy." she warned already still angry that he refused her the first time. "If you know what's good for you."

The smoke she blew into his face as she watched him walk toward her against his will as he'd been of the mind of self preservation at this point dropping to his knees near her open legs and resolving himself to the horrible taste that awaited his young tongue at the behest of the whore whom had imposed herself on every aspect of his life.

The lad did as he was told, as he hovered over the angry woman's body climbing over the sofa to get a better vantage as she continued to spread her legs for him. Try as he might, he couldn't look away nor could he run as she made it clear that he no longer had those options. Slowly, he bent his head down and began lapping at the soft pinked flesh with his tongue as she wanted causing her to moan and whimper above him as her legs grew tense and she began to hold him in place not at all leaving room for him to run.

The few odd noises of delight from her harsh lips seemed to have an effect on him as well as her scent as the lad found himself lapping at her now slick depths while his appendage seemed to have a mind of it's own constantly expanding to the point of trying to get out of his trousers as he lapped at the slickness of her folds unsure how he'd hold down the bile from her stench and the horrid taste of her.

"Dirty boy..." she moaned running her hands through his dark hair and pulling him closer. "Yesss...like that...."

He had not known how long he'd been at it, but she didn't let up for quite some time before pushing him back onto the sofa, his face slick via her wetness and reeking of her as she maneuvered to mount him fishing for his cock, which had not been hard to find before freeing it via her busy hands as she impaled herself upon it and moaned in his ear. He grunted not at all liking what was happening, but at the same time losing himself to the sheer sensation that overtook him.

She felt good.

Much too good for his liking, but he couldn't object.

He didn't dare object lest she strike him again as she rode him onto the sofa as if she had not a care in the world. He knew she was obsessed with his length as she had often told him so bringing it up over and over again when speaking with him. He had not liked to be reminded of her favorite pastime, riding his young cock until she had her fill while no one else had been any the wiser.

It had gone on like it had so many times before when they were left alone and he'd proven to have been large enough for her liking, it was inevitable that he'd feel the sickness that came from her being wrapped around him following the moment of weakness that often accompanied giving in to the pleasure her tightness provided as she drenched his body via her wetness and rode him harder.

Her hand on his chest as if to pin his young body to the sofa. She was squeezing him and he was ashamed to admit that he liked the sensation. His cheeks turned red and she smirked knowing all too well she had him. He moaned out loud unable to control himself as she squeezed him again and again.

It didn't take long, he knew it was coming the moment he felt the muscles tighten and his cock twitch inside her. She moaned as she rode out her long sought release and pulled his from him in record time. Her large sagging breasts were draped over her nightgown and dangled toward his already slick face as she continued to slide her body above his riding out the remaining spurts before his young cock grew flaccid and he couldn't remain inside her any longer.

Their eyes met as she panted and he gasped for breath the heat from the moment washing over them as she continued to slide along his rapidly decreasing cock slick from her efforts and apparently satisfied from the far away look behind her blue eyes.

She collapsed onto his chest and her blonde locks were covering his face as he continued to breath unsure of what to do at this point. He had not liked her touching him after, his body held so much heat and his rage had not subsided after being slapped previously by her hand.

"My Dirty Boy..." she said before drifting off into a contented slumber leaving him numb and still very much enraged at having been used.

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The Bedroom, The Rawsone Residence, Denver, Colorado...

The dark eyes of one, Hadrian S. Rawsone opened to find he'd been back in the master bedroom of his home in Colorado and far away from the images of his distant and nearly forgotten past. He climbed out of bed, and slipped back into his dress shoes as he remained both expressionless and silent while he moved about the bedroom before making his way down the stairs. He picked up his car keys and found himself moving passed a newly arrived Julia without so much as a greeting on his way out the door.

Julia seemed surprised that Hadrian had moved as if she'd not been there and climbed into his car without a word. A bit of fear coursed through her that he might have been privy to the secret she'd been struggling to keep from him ever since he returned home, but she shook it off as she watched him head down the highway as if he had no true destination.