Chapter 2: Ethan Forced

Chapter 2 Ethan Forced

...A dark chapter... Ethan sat in the arm chair and looked relaxed and unfazed by the police taking him home.  As Ethan was very mature for his age, and with James' plumbing business taking off we spent time together but we were a busy unit.  Ethan was good at school, so we had no need to play the heavy handed guardians.  It was unexpected, and I think I just imagined it was some stupid prank and he got caught out!  I was so wrong.

Ethan coughed and then spoke.  "So in two months I'm 18 so if you guys want I will just leave its no sweat.  I been alone all my life mostly so don't freak it will not be hard for me to do it.  Don't get me wrong I am loving the creature comforts you guys offer, but its not biggie for me to walk." 

I thought I should perhaps re-sure him that we was welcome for the rest of his life.  We were not going to ever do that to him. James spoke out, "what ever you did, we really have done a lot worse, in fact if you done worse we probably will be impressed you could get away from it!"  I was so happy James had said that.

Ethan looked at us.  "I am gay."  James smirked at him.  "Perhaps you are, you have plenty of time to find out and experiment".

Ethan held the bottle, now empty, in his lap.  I leaned forward and passed him my full bottle.  Both James and I had never encouraged Ethan to drink, but we never stopped him.  We did not want him to become a stranger to drink.  The first few times we let him drink he of course went crazy.  But since then he became sensible and we imagined that would follow him when he was out too.  It seemed to be working.  Ethan took the drink and gulped down several mouth fulls.  

"For dutch courage!" Ethan said.  James and I sat looking at Ethan waiting for this revelation that he felt he had to share.

"I am gay, I have been gay since I was 13.  I have been sexually active since I was 13.  It was not by choice at first.  Since I moved to you I have been active by choice."

James looked at me, and I him.  "What do you mean active by choice, what do you mean?" James blurted out.

Ethan held his hand up, "no its okay I want to tell you, everything." He took a breath as he placed the drink on the side table.  "Oh this feels so good to be able to just let it all out.  Fuck with the consequences I am doing all of it", Ethan exhaled heavily.

"Since I was eight, like you know I have been moved about because of my parents died and no one to adopt me.  First was this old lady, she needed the income for fostering, because the state pays you right, I think like 500 a week.  It paid her bills and she smoked like a banshee, I mean she was a factory chimney.  I was with here for nearly three years and she had a heart attack and died.  It was the last time I would let myself get attached.  What do they say? Once bitten, Twice shy!  From her I got moved to a home for boys, and I was lucky.  My boyish good looks got me into another home within a month.  A couple who could not have kids.  She was an airline steward and he was teacher.  That was going really well and then she got pregnant and I sort of became redundant.  They were all nice about it and everything but they sent me back.  I had only been with them over the winter, so I did not let myself get to attached, and no amount of time would let me.  Especially after the old bird."

Ethan took another swig.  "They probably sensed that and that is why they sent me back.  I just turned 13 and another money grabbing foster family found took me in.  He was married with a wife that was deaf.  They were on every benefit going and I was then extra spending money I guess.  Roger and his wife Helen were nice.  At first.  Helen was always nice, but I think she knew what Roger was like but was so frightened of loosing Roger the pig she would not do anything to upset him.  Helen was born deaf and there was never going to be a possibility of her hearing.  She was not unpleasant on the eye, but no eye candy.  Roger was a bald, shaved, stocky but worked out a lot and had good definition.  Not the person you pick a fight with in the pub.  He was used to be a bricklayer, but with state benefits and me, he did not need to go to work.  Crazy world.

I had been with them for a while, four months or so, and then it started to change.  I was in the bath just lying there.  None of the doors had locks because Helen was deaf and it freaked her out if she thought she would be trapped in a room. Roger came in the room.  He stood there and looked at me.  I remember asking something like 'what do you want', he and I never really gelled I thought, I just was quiet most of the time.  I never knew why he kept me when he could trade me in for a more malleable character.  But, that night I realised.  He want me because of my looks.  He did not do anything, he said something daft like 'shall I scrub your back'.  I just looked at him and said no, only realising what he was eluding to after he left the bathroom.  I was sexually away, but did not pick up on the vibe until I thought about what he did, coming in the bathroom, knowing I was there.

The following night Helen was a sleep.  It was about 3 in the morning.  I was asleep of course.  Roger came in my room.  While I was asleep he had undressed me. He placed his hand over my mouth. And that woke me up. I realised I was naked on the bed and the sheets were on the floor.  He sat over my arse as I lay clamped face down.  His body naked but for the underpants he wore brushing against me as I struggled. My moans were muffled, but with Helen deaf, they were only to stop neighbours hearing anything.  I felt his body weight pushing me into the bed.  I flexed my stomach clench as he held his body against my back.  He took his hand off of my mouth.  She can't here you he said, she's deaf remember.  I told him the neighbours would here, and with that he rammed my boxer he had rolled up in to my mouth.  He pushed my head into the bed, and placed his other hand on to my shoulder pinning me down.  My arms went up to his chest, but he was much stronger than a 13 year old.  He took his hands off my head, and then pulled his erection out.  He placed one hand on my butt and spread it apart, as he kicked my legs apart with his knees.  I nearly suffocated unable to take the boxers shoved in my mouth.

I thrashed around in the bed.  But he knew how to pin me down.  My legs were useless to stop him.  His pulled my chest down on to my back and pinned me to the bed.  I felt him wriggle his pants down his knees.  He inserted his cock up my arse and it hurt like hell. My yells were muffled by the gage. He must have been heavily turn on as he came in a short few rams.  I felt his warm cum in my hole as he ejaculated into my hole. He pulled his cock out and whipped it on my crack and took his hand and spanked my arse so hard it stung the rest of the night.  The next morning I woke up and he had left 50 pounds by my dresser.  On the note he wrote, 'no one will believe u'.

I remember going down for breakfast and Roger and Helen were sat in the kitchen table and I had breakfast and went off to school.  Roger drove me that morning and told me I should spend the money on something nice.  He even told me would wait till I was healed, as it would take me while for my hole to get over the penetration but I would get used to it.  He told me no one would believe me if I told, I was a line of fostered kids and they would believe me over him.  I don't know why I never left, it was weeks before he did the same thing to me.  

The second time was worse he took while to cum screwing me.  After the second time I bought a tube of lube and anal syringe and when it was close to the time he would rape me I would be lubed up those nights waiting for the act.  I aways resisted, and he fucked me.  Never oral, nothing sensual, just always a forced rape.  I was always awake though when he undressed me, struggling always.  He was stronger and dominated me every time.  Same thing every time, he would rape forcefully.  

At school they taught us self defense and gym lessons were swapped for a gym instead of physical education.  I think they had space issues and with a rota we fitted in a gym.  I became the man you see now, fit, no body builder, but between fights at school and self defense classes I was able to defend myself.  Two years passed and he must have seen my body change so much, I shot up in height too to my 6 foot I am now.  I rapped me twice a month, on occasion three times.  Over two years he had rapped me 28 times. And when I had turned 14 I changed the tables.

I was up late one night watching a movie in the lounge.  It was Nightmare on Elm Street, it was the second one.  I was on the sofa lying face down with my face turned towards the TV.  I had my boxers on and t shirt.  It was going to be the last night he was going to rape me. He had rapped me in the living room a few times, safe in the knoweldge Helen was alseep upstairs.  And before you say how could I lay there ever, you become conditioned to your environment, you should know what they do to some of the weaker kids in the homes.  Although I think it is safe to say, he did not rape me that night.  I seduced him to his death.  I do not count it really as my choice, as I would never have engaged in sex with him if it was not to survive.  I figured life with out him would be better, just Helen and me.

Ethan, James and I had finished the beers. James dashed off to the kitchen and got some more.  We three each took a beer. 

"Okay so you guys cool with me spilling this?" he said as he sighed and looked up at the celling."

We could see he was removing a burden that he had been carrying and neither of us wanted to stop him helping himself.  It was fair to say we both found what Ethan was saying hard to take, we knew he had a past, and under the carer rules we did not get to know his previous history of foster carers, nor did we ever ask.  We wanted Ethan to have his privacy and after all we had out quiet little secrets too!  This kid was more resilient than either of us gave him credit for that was for sure.  If he was telling the truth.  I mean we did not have any reason not to believe him.  He had no reason to make this up.  He had never really lied to us before, not at least that we ever caught him out on. And if had some self destruct hate button that was kicking in, I don't think this would have been the direction he would have taken, making up stories about people we could not really check on.

"No its cool go on Ethan, unload a way", James said eagerly. 

I was getting the impression my deep psychological assessment was my own and James was eating this up as if it was a movie.  But we were in this movie and I am not sure that was registering with James like it was with me.  Were he heading into troubled area of a difference of opinion. I said nothing.

Ethan pulled of his sweater to his t-shirt, it over his trainers.  He sat cross legged on the sofa chair and leaned back into the chair and took a swig of beer.

"Okay so I was on the sofa, wow, this feels so good to tell, I did not think I would ever tell anyone.  This feels so, so, liberating.  Okay where was I..." Ethan paused.  "I was in no rush to go back to dorm style care home, so I guess I just sucked it up and took it.  But, I had enough of being rapped, he was rough with it, not caring.  He probably had some sexual hang up over being bisexual or something and that is why he would only be forceful with me.  So I decided it would be best if it was just Helen and me.  I would have relaxed life and she would keep me to not be lonely.  Well that is what I thought.  I planned a little to much.  

So, I was face down on the sofa, watching the movie, and I bent my knees and raised my feet up so they were in the air making a space for Roger to sit on the sofa.  Roger sat on the sofa.  He was in loose boxers and vest. I carried on watching the movie, Nightmare on Elm street two.  It was the scene coming up where the they coach gets whipped in the shower.  It was perfect homo-erotic scene. And had violence to a point. I swayed my feet together and apart slowly.  Then I moved my thighs apart.  I knew he was watching me.  I let one of my feet down onto his lap and dug it into his crotch.  I could feel his erection against the sole of my foot.  I did not have to say anything.  He took my ankle in his hands and took my foot from his crotch and sucked my toes.  He ate my foot nearly, sucking on different parts of my foot.  So he did not just rape me, he wanted more.  And he was going to get it one more time.  I lay there as he rested my foot back on his lap.  He took his hands on my boxers and pulled them down gently. 

No rough stuff.  He pulled them off my feet.  He moved around on the sofa so he was facing me and I got ready for his me slap my arse.  But he moved down and spread my arse and rimmed me.  He spread my hole and I felt his tongue stab my rectum penetrating the hole. He pushed my shirt up and I pulled it over my head and by now I was spread naked with Roger digging into my hole.  I just lay their his tongue thrusting up my arse.  He pulled at my cock too.  It was fully erect and he pulled it back and wanked it gently.  And then and I didn't know when he stripped but he moved over and lay on top of my.  My wet crack lubed by his wet rimming allowed for his cock to nestle and glide back and forth as he pushed himself into me.  He put his hands over my forearms and held it down on the sofa as he kissed my shoulder blades wet humping if you like my saliva drenched crack.

And then holding on his stiff dick pushed against my hole and back we were back to the forced fuck.  I naturally began to pull my thighs together but he moved his knee from outside mine between my thighs and kicked my legs apart.  I felt his stiff cock against my hole.  He did not pause.  He just pushed his cock forward.  I pushed into the sofa, but there was no where for my pelvis to go and I felt his shaft push into my hole.  Deeper and Deeper until I felt his stomach on my lower back and butt.  And then he pounded my arse.  He moved his hands onto the couch and shafted away on my arse. He fired away like a machine.  My arse was used to it and I let him pound my hole.  He kept on pounding and then erupted in my hole.  I felt his shots explode in me.  On the third ejaculation I pushed my arse in the air pushing him upwards and then down letting his cock out of my hole.  Roger rolled over to the spin of the sofa and wanked the last few shots out as he pleasured himself.  I knelled on the floor watching him, he closed his eyes as I sighed with relief at his fuck.  This was what the moment I was waiting for.  

I put my hand under the sofa and pulled out a rope.  I created a loop and standing naked still erect, I placed it quickly around his neck. He blinked with disbelief at what I just did.  His eyes stared at me.  I pulled the rope with my arms flexed as tightly as I could.  I jumped onto his sofa, and one foot on his chest.  I pulled at the rope.  The harder I pulled the tighter the loop contracted.  His legs splayed on the sofa as he tried to kick at me, but I put all of my weight onto his chest. He scrapped at the rope.  Looking back probably all he had to do was hold my hands and push them away, but he pan iced I guess and he died."

I looked at Ethan as he said it with such destine and hate at Roger.  And really how could blame him.  James and I sat shocked at Ethan but said nothing and tired not to show any emotion.  I do not think either of us knew what to say. Ethan continued his story. 

"I took my shirt and pants and put them on.  I remember even after I killed him, I was still erect.  It felt so good.  He had raped me over and over again and I had no guilt.  I felt he deserved it.  The irony is I kinda got into taking it up the arse since Roger.  I did not sleep that night, I just left him there and went to bed.  I know that Helen did not hear us because she is deaf, but still I was quiet as mouse going to bed creeping around the house in the dark.  It must have been about 6am or something and I passed out only to be woken in seconds by Helen shaking me in the bed.  I was startled that she came in my room.  She never did, she only ever knocked on the door and would wait till I came to the door to open it.  She was very respectful.  

I signed with Helen, a neat little skill she taught me, 'what is wrong?'.  She never answered, she just pulled at my arm.  I was naked but for boxers in the bed, but she was so panicked she did not seem to care about my nudity.  And she lead me downstairs and at no time did she let go of my arm.  She lead me in the room and there was Roger.  White as sheet with his hands clasping the rope and the tv still on.  Now I knew this and how it happened but I think it must have been understanding what I had done and what he did to me and it all flashed at me and I just leaned forward and threw up.  I was so over whelmed by what I had done, the reality of it made me sick.  

Helen let go of my arm and patted me on the back.  She then left my side.  I thought she would get me a towel or something, but she just handed me the phone.  While I called the police and Helen tied up my sick.  We did the statements.  I will cut to the key bites I guess!

They even had me translate her signs for them to record her statement.  I thought wow!, This is trusting of them.  And then I remembered no one could think it was me, I was the grateful 15 year old.  I was innocence personified.  The fact I threw up just seemed to make the female police officers sympathetic that bit more.  I was quiet and sullen the whole time.  And by lunch time, Roger was gone.  The police were gone.  The medical forensic people were gone.  No one questioned he had cum on the sofa, they put it down to death by self asphyxiation for sexual pleasure.  The case was solved for the police purposes by lunch.  

But it did not work out just as I planned. We had the funeral and very few people were there.  Helen had a sister who flew in for a few days and stayed with us.  I did not know the Helen had a sister. She lived in Australia.  She was married with kids and asked if Helen would like to live with them.  They have a farm and lots of space and I guess extra pair of hands would be good for them.  Well that was about as much as I knew and within weeks she had the house on the market and was planning to move to Australia.  That meant I was being packed back to the care home. Helen felt bad and she set me up with a bank account, I Teen-Savers account. She put some money in it.  I have it still to this day.  She was very generous.  Ten thousand she put in, but I guess she was bit flush given the house sale coming forward.  She said, or signed I should say, that she wanted me to have the account so I could access it myself and not the state, or they might take it to pay for costs of housing or some such shit.  So it was all set up on-line and I have never declared it.  

I was sent back to the care home and luck favored me again as this gay couple wanted to foster me.  I was asked if I would mind being cared for by foster parents that were gay.  They explained couple were young and new to this.  And I thought this could be perfect.  I think, because I was older I get asked first, although I think they were more concerned with the gay thing.  And you guys became my foster parents.  But I became so hard and emotionally detached, I did not know how to act other than pretend to be the perfect teenage. Because I never stayed anywhere, or people just changed their minds I never bonded quite like you wanted me to I think.  I mean its been cool and we have had fun, but I have always distanced myself and been independent.  I mean at school I only befriend a few guys and brought them back just to get you guys off my back about having friends.  For all I knew you guys would split or something and I would be back in a year or something to the care home and different school again.  It was luxury here and I was not going to pass it up for as long as I could."

James chuckled, "that does explain a lot".

"Wise beyond your years, but perhaps wiser than most of any years I guess", I said.  "Look we always been up front and I am guessing I speak for James, I am processing what you said, and believe me when I say, I am not sure how to respond to this", I said.

"Who would?",  James nodded in agreement.

"It feels so good to get this off my chest.  I mean its like, I don't know. So are you guys going to tell the police?"

 James laughed out loud.  "Hell no!  There are no other dead bodies are there?"  Ethan just looked at James with a look of 'get real'.  "Besides Ethan, Helen is on the other side of the world and happy by all accounts, probably best shot of the guy.  What good could come of it? James added.

"Your very quiet, what about you? Ethan asked me.  

"I agree with James.  I don't know how we move on, we always treated you more as a young adult, and you behave like an adult.  We often wanted you to be more like a teenage rebelling but it never happened.  But I guess you have had life experience that made you the man you are today."

"I never thought about that, I was so busy managing and worrying about other things, I never thought to be a kid.  At school I am kinda loner.  But its a massive school and over 3000 kids at the Academy School it really is easy to be invisible.   Invisible, especially if you can pass your subjects and not be a bother."

"Okay so can I ask you something Ethan?"  I asked.

"Sure".

"You said you had sexual relation that was no of your choice when you were with Roger, so what encounter did you call of your choice? And, this does not really explain why you were robbing that house.  I mean I am sure you were not going in to stop a suspected burglary were you?"

Ethan looked at me.  He seemed hesitant.

...Chapter 3 Ethan; Hustler by Nature