SOE: THE THIEF (Twins BL) English Version

Chapter 4

Warning: For mature readers only.

I opened my eyes when I felt Sandro's even breathing. I'm glad he didn't make it to Canada. I might have died earlier because of that nightmare, the nightmare of my deep past.

I smiled as my finger touched his pointed nose and his thick manly lips. I am so lucky to have him. I thought I had no hope. I thought no one would love and accept me. Sandro proved that someone would still love me. Even though he's a man like me, even though yesterday's dark and painful days are still attached to my body, he still managed to accept and love me. He is my savior. He is my life. Because of him, I wanted to continue living.

I clenched my hand above his chest when some memories of my dark past started pouring in.

...

"Mom?!" I was surprised to get up from my bed when I saw who was giving me a head.

"Hello, son. I wanted a taste." She seductively smiled at me. Oh God. Don't tell me...

"Oh, Vincent. Do you think I do not know what my husband has been doing to you all these years? He was f*****g you at any chance he gets. On our bedroom, on our shower, in the kitchen, in the garden, here in your bed. I saw it all. Watched it all. I am so jealous. It was okay for me as long as he satisfied me in bed. You won't get pregnant anyway. And he let me rest while he f***s his frustrations on you. But these few months, he turned cold. I thought it was because we're getting old. But whenever I watch on the CCTV installed all over the house, all I see is him f*****g you hard all over the house. I even saw you at the pool and that was so damn hot. Now, I wanted a taste of what my husband enjoyed from you." I was dumbfounded by what she said. I suffered for five f*****g years as her husband's b***h. And now, she's going to join my torture?! God! At the age of seventeen, I've already experienced this humiliation.

"Oh c'mon, Vincent. It's your 17th birthday today. Can't this be the only thing I ask for in exchange for what I spent on your party earlier? You'll enjoy it too. It's not like what daddy does to you You're the one who always lets me in. This time, you will experience real s*x. If you're worried about your daddy, he's asleep from the medicine I made him take," she continued to convince me and smirked when I nodded.

I closed my eyes tightly. For the past years, I've been abused repeatedly by my so-called dad. And yeah, by some of his friends without his knowledge and sometimes with his knowledge. From the doctor who circumcised me, to his business partner, to his lawyer, to his brother, to his brother-in-law. Yeah. I was f****d up literally and figuratively by men who met me. I don't know why they love abusing me. My dad kept saying that I was still so tight after all these years. Even his friends who got to abuse me for another painful f**k would tell me how good f**k I am. I was always tight unlike the others who were constantly f****d in the ass. I wanted to fight back. I did once but didn't do it again because I'm scared of my dad. It happened with my dad's brother-in-law, my mom's brother, four years ago. He was on vacation. My Uncle Brent was 25 years old at that time, an architect from Canada. He decided to spend his Christmas break with us. When he first saw me, he didn't let me go. He even found the courage to make my mom agree for him to sleep in my bedroom one night without my and my father's knowledge. He said he would guard me because Mom and dad were on a business trip.

I was in the shower when he joined me. Naked like me. He was so strong. One punch in my gut made me almost pass out. He f****d me hard under the shower that I almost drowned. And yet he wasn't satisfied. He said he just can't get enough of my taste. He carried me on the bed and tied me up, my ass sticking up in the air. There he f****d me again. We were both screaming, me in pain and him in pleasure. Then all of a sudden, he was pulled out of me and there was a commotion inside my room. My dad, aged 40 beat him up and threw him out of the house. Then, he was the one who continued what my uncle was doing to me. That night, he was so mad. He made me a punching bag. It didn't matter to him if I was the victim. He was so angry that someone else without his consent tasted me. He abused me until morning came, f*****g me in different positions and different places in the house. I was swollen all over because of his beatings. My hole was bleeding. I was ripped repeatedly inside. My limbs were almost ripped from my body, too. This was the worst abuse he has given me. From then on, whoever and no matter how they abuse me, I didn't fight back anymore 'coz in the end, I would be the one who will suffer more.

After a week, my mom's brother was murdered. One look at my dad, and I knew he did it. He is very influential. I don't know if Mom knew what Dad did. All I know is, I got more scared of him. So I follow everything he says. When he says get naked, I'm naked right away. Crouch and I crouch immediately. Come, I'll come right away. Front. Back. Up. Down. Anytime, anywhere. Even if I don't want to, even if I already bleed as long as he still wants it, I'll just close my eyes and bite my lip. It's getting tiring to cry. The tears falling from my eyes will not help or change anything.

His business partner was next. He saw me and my dad f*****g at his office. My dad was carrying me as I bounced up and down on him. He blackmailed my dad. He said he would tell me what he was doing to me to the authorities. I thought that would be the end of my sufferings from Dad. But again, I was wrong. He told my dad that if he let me be his toy every time they did business, his lips would be sealed. I cried when Dad agreed. And above the conference table, he f****d me raw as my dad watched. It was painful because he was double the thickness of my dad. I was screaming in agony every time he pushed all his length inside of me. He f****d me on all fours, he f****d me as he carries me, and he f****d me as he is above me while he ate my mouth. He abused me all day. He even wanted to buy me from my dad because he said I was a good f**k. I spent a week at the hospital because of him until I heard from the news that his carwash bombed. And I knew who exactly did it.

His brother and lawyer did that to me, too. They kidnapped me. My uncle knew how Dad treated me. I don't know if he knew what my dad and I were doing or if he was faking it because when he f****d me above the table, he keeps on screaming how tight I am and keeps on claiming that he devirginized me. I spent three torturous days with him. He was so possessive just like Dad. My bodu was tortured when he finally slept after taking me over and over again. I even passed out on him a couple of times as he raped me.

When I woke up, my dad's lawyer was the one f*****g me already. He was punched and beaten up by my uncle when he found out what the lawyer did.

My dad didn't know who kidnapped me but he paid 10M for me. But before my uncle took me back to him, he f****d me the whole day. I don't know how I got away. I just woke up in the hospital. I don't know if Dad found out who kidnapped me and what they did to me. When I woke up in the hospital, he was quiet.

Do you think that's the end? You're wrong. In the hospital, a doctor and two interns gang-raped me. It didn't matter to them if I was raped that's why I was there. What matters to them was that they can stick up their p on my ass. My dad found out and the next day, their bodies were found floating headless on a river. The news came when he was bouncing above me on my hospital bed.

It was so disgusting. I was so abused these past years. I thought it was right. I thought there was nothing more. But then...

"Oh- so- good! Oh..." Mom moaned as she bounced up and down on me. I just watched her as I clenched my teeth.

I'm numb. I’m so numb. I just want to die. I tried but failed miserably. I have several cuts on my wrist. Even though I was saved from the brink of death, nothing changed because I was still being abused. There is no stopping. No rest. Never ending.

Until he came…