Toby's Past (NSFW)

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(I DO NOT CONDONE INCEST THIS IS JUST A REQUEST) 

Toby winced as he heard the door slam. He hated that noise, it meant his dad was home. Ever since his sister died, He's been taking his guilt and regret on Toby. Some people think it's beatings, or verbal abuse, and toby wished it was like that.

See, his father was twisted. He used Toby as a means of sexual release. Whenever he got the chance, Richard would sneak into Toby's room and begin his torment. "Get up. I know you're awake" he said with a venomous tone. Toby must've taken to long to sit up, because he felt the covers fly off and an angry growl from his bastard of a dad.

"I SAID GET UP!" He hissed, gritting his teeth. Toby nods and stands up, ashamed that his body was covered in bruises and even bite marks. "D-dad please I don-" toby stammered, and his plea was cut off with a hard kiss. A kiss that disgusted him, as he dad's tongue tasted of cigars and whiskey.

"You call me daddy, not dad. Mm, turns me on so much, watching the innocence in you come out".

Toby felt sick, trying to force the word off his tongue "D-dad...Daddy" he said with a grimace. Richard smiled crookedly, sliding his hands into toby's night pants "Such a good boy. Almost grown up...Heh, you'll never leave this place though. I'll always be here, getting what's rightfully mine" he purred against Toby's ear. "And what's rightfully mine is your body. Now be a good boy, and take off your pants".

Toby tears up as he obeys, sliding his pants off and stepping out of them. The only fabric left to give him dignity was his red cotton boxers. "Those too. Off with em" Richard said with a gesture to the pants. Toby shook his head "dad please-" "It's daddy. Do what I say or i'll make your mom pay for it" The man snapped.

Toby let the boxers fall, his cheeks turning red with shame as tears left small trails down his cheek. "D-daddy" he said with a sniffle, screwing his eyes shut with his head hanging low. 'Good, good, ' Richard cooed, licking his lips "Now touch yourself. Daddy wants to watch you".

Toby keened and shook his head, backing up against his bed "N-no I ca-can't! I don't want too!" he shouts, receiving a hard grip around his throat. "You listen here you little cunt, I gave an order. You don't have a choice". Those damn words, that sickening whiskey breath, toby felt utterly afraid and frozen in a nightmare. "Ok, ok i-i'll do it".

He was only doing this because he wanted to spare his mom of any pain. He wanted to be a good son. He slowly started touching his limp cock while his dad watched with hungry, predatory eyes."Yeah, that's right, make yourself hard for me" he said with a look of desperation.

Toby hated this. He hated his father so much, he wanted to kill him. He leaned back as he was taught to do once he was hard, And allowed his father to crawl on top of him. "A-at least b-be gentle this time?" he asked wearily. Richard chuckled, kissing up his chest letting out a laugh "Not on your life. I've missed this body for a few days". Toby choked back a whimper as his father began to push fingers inside, then his member. He grunts as his dad hammers inside, whispering filth in his ear. He wanted to throw up, to get away and escape from this man, but he couldn't. He was completely trapped.

------present day-----

Tim snapped his fingers in front of toby as he was curled up in a fetal position "hey, HEY! You ok?" he asked concerned. Toby looks up with tears in his eyes, shaking his head "I-I had another flashback. It felt real Tim! H-he felt real...." he trailed off with a sob.

Tim nods and held him close to his chest, kissing his head. He felt sickened that a person could hurt a child like this. "Hey, listen to me " He said softly, pulling back to meet Toby's eyes 'You're safe. I won't ever let someone hurt you ever again. Got it?".

Toby nods his head, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt 'G-got it". Tim smiled again and kissed his cheek "good, now how's about you go take a relaxing shower while I pick a movie for us to watch ok? Brian wants to see if you'll like some of his terrible 90's horror movies".

Toby giggled and nodded, rushing to the shower. Brian walked in leaning against the doorway "You're like a father to him. You know that right?" he asked with a prideful smirk. Tim blushed and looks up at him from where he was on the bed "yeah i know, but don't make me feel bad about it. He had a horrible past".

Brian ruffles his hair "I'm not making fun, I'm proud.Now c'mon let's go pick a movie".   

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