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This is a sequel to the story "Nights of Fire," I suggest you read that story before reading on with this. It is not crutial, but it is recommended.
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"Mike, I know something"s wrong... if I want, I can make this session last the entire two hours. Tell me."

I, Michael Johnston, continued laying down on the rather comfortable leather sofa, glancing around his psychiatrist"s office. Anything to avoid eye contact with Dave.

"Michael, I moved my practice to this city because I am the only doctor you have ever trusted. I moved with you so I could help you. You need to remember that nothing you say leaves this room, and I am not going to judge you at all. I am here to help you." Doctor David Thomas stated, in as warm of a voice as he could.

I sighed. "I... had another nightmare." I said slowly.

Doctor Thomas"s voice grew more concerned. "But I thought you said you hadn"t had any of these nightmares for the past three monthes?"

I grew quiet, but then remembered that long before now I had decided to trust him. After all, Dave"s help had brought me this far. "I know."

"Was this one the same?"

"... no."

"Describe it then, in detail."

I quivered slightly. "Everything is as the same as other nightmares. I"m on the bed, Mr. Smith and my father were..." I started saying, but then trailed off and stopped.

"Allright, don"t worry about what you have allready told me. Just try and tell me what is different about now."

I gulped, trying to stop my shaking hands and the tear forming on my left eye. I hated talking about this with anybody, I wanted it buried forever. But my conscious mind knew that this Doctor was the only one who could help me really cure this. "This time Max is there. He starts... raping me..."

David bit his tongue. He was afraid of this. "Michael, try not to think of it now. Listen to me. Max, your foster parent was not there. What happened was a year ago, two thousand miles away. Your father and the people responsible for what happened to you are in jail. You are projecting the same motives to your new father-"

"He"s not my father." I interjected.

"Then you still think your biological father is your dad?"

"No!" I snapped. "He was never my father."

"Then who is, Mike?"

"Nobody." I responded simply.

"Whether you consider him a father or not, Max has opened up his home to you. He has done nothing but be nice to you. You cannot place your biological parent"s motives on him. He doesn"t deserve that, and you would hurt yourself in the process."

I took a deep breath. "I know. It"s just... sometimes, it feels wierd. It"s scary sometimes how he looks at me..."

"How so?" asked Doctor Thomas.

"Like just last week. I was taking a shower, and he was supposed to be at work. I left the bathroom nude because nobody was supposed to be there, but apparently he had come home from work early. I saw him in the hall, and I froze. So did he, but it felt like he was... staring at me. Then two weeks ago I was," Mike coughed in hesitiation, "jacking off in the living room. It was three o-clock at night. I came, cleaned up, turned off the television and got up to leave. That"s when he came out of the kictchen, with a plate of food. He could have been watching and listening to me the entire time!"

David sighed. "You have told me earlier that he sometimes eats late and wakes you up when he goes to the kitchen. Mike, this could all be just in your mind. There is no reason to believe that Max is like your father."

I nodded. I knew Dave was right.

"Now, has any of this been affecting your relationships?"

I nodded. "Yes. I think Sean is getting tired of waiting for... it."

Dr. Thomas nodded in understanding. "Have you told him why you have fear of being intimate?"

"No. He wouldn"t respect me if I told him what really happened."

Dave once again bit his tongue. It always came back to this. "Mike, nobody has lesser respect for you once they know. If anything people"s respect for you has grown. You are one of only a few teenage boys who has had the courage to come forward. Thanks to your bravery that horrible website is gone, and the people responsible are behind bars. What does Sean know?"

"All he knows is that I was abused by my biological father, so I came to live here."

"I suggest you tell him. You two have grown very close, and there isn"t many gay people your age in this city. This way he will know why you fear being too close to him."

"I... I"ll try."

"Allright, I think we"re done for today. You"ve come a long way Mike, I am proud of you."

"Thank you. Goodbye, Dave. See you next week." I said as I grabbed my backback and headed out the door.
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I fumbled with my keys, but I eventually got the right one for my condo. I walked in, immediatly turning on the lights. "Hello?" I called out, recieving no answer. I took of my leather jacket, walking into the living room and plooping myself onto the couch. I stared at the blank television, reviewing what Dr. Thomas had suggested during his session.

I wanted so badly to go home to my old school, to my friends. But I couldn"t do that. They all knew. Those who weren"t my friends had been so evil as to tease me about what had happened. One person - twice my size - even tried to rape me again... I don"t exactly remember what happened. Talking to him after I apparently went ballistic before he got very far. The assailant spent three weeks in a hospital. I can"t remember how I accomplished that.

Here I was a nobody. Just some gay kid who always kept to himself, avoiding human contact whenever possible. It was a wonder I even met Sean, let alone started dating.

Sean wanted to have sex. He had tried to initiate it with me, but I had quite literally run away from that situation. I didn"t know what to do... I wanted to be with Sean, a lot closer than what we were now. But even jacking off brough up fears in me. As Dr. Thomas once stated, my mind is associating sex with rape.

Suddenly the doorbell rang. I went ot the door, eagerly expecting Sean. Now I would try to explain what had happened. Now I would give him and me what we had both been yearning for.

I opened the door, seeing my boyfriend. God he was gorgious.

He smiled. After being invited, he came in taking off his shoes and jacket. "You wanted to see me?" he asked.

"Yeah." I said, smiling. We both sat down on the couch, and I turned to face him. "You know last week..."

His expression damped. "I"m sorry. I didn"t know you wanted to take it slow. I thought you wanted-"

"I do." I said, interupting him. "It"s just..."

His expression became worrisome. "Are you a carrier?"

I shook my head. "No."

"Then, what"s wrong?" he asked.

Instead of giving a verbal response, I leaned and pressed my lips against his. I could sense that he was surprised, but obivously in a good way as he started giving me tongue. A lot of it. I started feeling fear. My mind started filling with images of that day, those feelings of being overpowered and raped slowly over and over again. But I pushed them away. I wasn"t going to be abused and used by Sean or Max. I was safe here.

He pushed himself back into the leather couch, giving him enough room to take off his shirt. He did so, I couldn"t help but be mesmorized by his perfect muscular chest.

I quickly took off my shirt, and started unbuttoning my jeans. Like me, he was nearly completely void of any chest hair. I wanted him. Badly. All this time I had been afraid of it, I had no idea of what I had been denying myself. What my only surviving parent had stolen from me.

He took my shoulder and gently pushed me down onto the floor. He layed down beside me, pushing his hand down into my unbuttoned pants, using his hand to explore and caress every part of me he could get his hand on. Our tongues continually dug into the other"s mouth... in a sense, forshadowing what both hoped to do.

His cock was growing massive, as was mine. I started unbuttoning his pants. I then got up on my knees, pulling my pants down in haste. I had no underwear, so my cock flung out. His eyes were glued on my dick as he craweled closer to me.

He started by licking my balls - in nice, long licks - untill the tip of my cock was dripping with precum. He then started using his tongue to rim the crown of my cock, as he used his hands to slowly caress my theighs. I could see his pants were completely off.

Suddenly, in one sudden move, he practically inhaled my cock, taking my bottom half entirely. He placed my right hand on the back of his head, pulling him in closer. God he was so good. 

"Oh god... come on..." I said as my hips instively started bucking back and forth slowly. My body started bucking back and forth out of control now, and my entire body jerked as cum spew out of my cock and down in his throat. All of those dark thoughts seem to flow right out of my.

Sean used his tongue rather expertly to suck up all of the cum, swallowing it all. After finishing, he brought his lips of tp mine and start sucking on them gently... passionitly. I could taste the cum still there on his lips and in his mouth. Slowly he stood up, with my still at my knees, so that cock was dangling right in from of my face.

Images of my father sprang to my mind, but I pushed them away. I started gently massaging the back of Sean"s legs, using my tongue to gently lick his sac and the precum dripping out of his beutiful cock. I slowly slipped my lips over his weapon, swirling my tongue around his head. I assumed this was the right thing to do, based on his sudden moaning. I took his entire cock in slowly, making sure to get all 7" in my throat. It was hard, but I finally managed to do it. I started breathing through my noise and position myself in such a way I could still breath enough air. A trick I had been forced to learn.

Sean"s moans just kept on getting louder and louder, untill he finally came. He shot his load into my throat, where I swallowed it quickly.

He completely got out of his clothes and sat down on the couch, as did I. "Where the fuck did you learn to suck like that? I thought you said you had never been with another guy?" he asked.

I looked at the floor. "You know how I was put up for child adoption because my father abused me?"

"Yeah..." he said, his expression darkening.

"That isn"t the whole story." I stated, sighing... this wasn"t going to be easy. "I was gang-raped in my bedroom by several people, including my father, on a live broadcast." I spitted out. "I was forced to do things..."

He was in complete shock. "Oh my god... I never knew... if I had known, I would have never-"

"It doesn"t matter." I interjected. I leaned in, and once again dove my tongue into his mouth. I had never wanted to be so close to anyone in all my life.

Later that night I was alone in the apartment, yet again. I know Max wouldn"t be home for an hour or two, and I was wondering around the place doing absolutly nothing. The stormy weather had knocked out cable, so I had neither television or internet. I wondered near Max"s bedroom, the only place I wasn"t allowed to go.

The door was open, by just a crack. I peered in just as lightning struck, and I could see a pair of my boxers on his desk. "I wonder what they are doing there..." I wondered as I opened the door, stepping in. Without turning on a light I made my way for the desk, and picked up my boxers. But they weren;t any ordinary boxers. I brought them up to my nose and smelled them. Jiz. These were the boxers I used to jack off in, and hide under the bed and cleaned them every once and a while. Until they never came back from the wash.

A dark feeling came over me. I turned on the lights, seeing a massive plasma display on the front wall, aligned with the bed. I turned it on, seeing that it was a dual PC/TV system.

A directory listing came up. "I"m not supposed to be here..." I thought as I moved to switch it off. But then it caught my eye. A directory called "mike"

I opened it up, and I saw no less than twenty different video clips... "naked_standing", "clothed_standing", "naked_self-blowjob" were there names, and other similar things. I accessed "naked_standing", and the entire screen filled with the image of me on the couch, naked, jacking off.

I froze. There was a camera. Max had almost two dozen videos of me fucking jacking off! This guy was almost as perverted as my real parent was.

I looked around the room, spotting a book of his nightstand. A diary/journal of sorts, I hoped.

I was right. I looked one of the latest entries, searching for my name. I found it.

"Mike still doesn"t know that I know he"s gay. And he still doesn"t know how hot I think he is... I know it"s rather disgusting tiptoeing around him, but how I am supposed to ask him whether or not we can fuck? I mean, he"s my foster son. How would he react?" it read.

"A lot better than me finding out like this..." I thought, looking at the plasma screen which showed me in such a position I was slowly sucking myself off.

That"s when I heard him coming in through the front door. I thought of running out, pretending like I didn"t know who he really was... but I wasn"t going to be used like this. I sat down on the bed. "I"m in here." I called out.

He stepped in, guilt drapped on his face. Just like the guilt on my father"s face a year ago. His eyes gazed over the plasma screen, which was now showing me on my knees yelling Sean"s name while jerking off. "I... I can explain."

"You had no right." I said, standing up. A tear was escaping my right eye.

"I-I know..." he said, his voice trailing off.

"I"ve had enough of you fuck-ups." I yelled, moving toward the door. "You can call social services and tell them I"m coming back. Maybe my next dad won"t be screwed in the head?!" I said, leaving to the living room.

"Just wait a minute, Mike..." he tried to say.

I turned to face him again. "For what? You to rape me?" I asked. I raised my fist. "Just try."

He looked shocked. "No! Listen. I"m sorry I didn"t tell you, but you"re just so hot..."

"You were fucking spying on me, you perv. You should be in jail, along with the rest of them."

"Allright, I"m sorry... just don"t leave!" he yelled.

"Watch me." I said simply as I opened moved to open the door while grabbing my coat.

"If you leave, you don"t know what you"ll be missing." he said, in an almost erotic voice.

I stopped for some reason. I turned around, looking at Max who was slowly unbuttoning his pants. "I"ve seen the way you look at me. You think I"m sexy too. Think about it! Sex, whenever you want it. However you want it. Can Sean promise the same thing?"

"No..."

"Then stay. Have sex with me just once. Then you can leave if you still want to."

I blinked as he raised his shirt, revealing his perfect 6-pack. This wasn"t happening. He wasn"t coming on to me, and I wasn"t being attracted to him. I put down my coat. I didn"t want to loose another father-figure, and go through the hassel of being adopted again. Not if I didn"t have to. "Allright, but I can leave whenever I want." I said.

He replied by completely removing his clothing, right there in the living room. He dived into his room, obviously waiting for me.

I took off my shirt, heading for his room. I entered just as Max finished strapping on a leather collar and ankle attachment, coming from his headboard. He was completely at my mercy. I crawled onto the bed, taking off my pants and underwear.

"You"re angry at me, so take it out on me." he said sickly.

"Jack off." I commanded, sitting on the bed in front of him.

He took his right hand and started stroking, while staring at my enlarging dick. In a few minutes he shot his load, all over the bed.

I position myself behind him, and slapped his ass. That is what those people had done to me, that"s what I was going to do to him. "Clean it up, now!" I barked.

He leaned donwards and obediently started licking up all of his cum. 

Meanwhile I bent down and peered into his ass and groin area. Exploring with my eyes and hands as he cleaned up his mess.

He finished, and I swung in front of him. The bastard was going to suck my cock. I shoved the boner in his mouth, and he instantly started sucking it off. "Oh god..." I murmured. He was even better than Sean. "Suck it, bitch!" I yelled as I started slapping his back.

I started slaping him harder as the energy started building up, and as I suddenly released it into his mouth. After he sucked it all up I layed down on the bed, flipping the television to some gay porn.

"Can you unlock these things?" he asked, motioning towards his neck collar and ankle restraint.

"You havn"t made up for it yet." I stated, as I grabbed his head and shoved it into my grind area he started gently licking my balls. I was in control, and it felt great.

I ended up staying up that entire night, watching porn he had on his computer, and forcing him to continually suck me off and lick my ballsack clean. In the morning I starting getting dressed, and I undid his neck collar. I left the ankle restraint there though, and I kept the key for it in my pocket.

"Mike... havn"t I done enough?" he asked. "Come on... let me go now."

"No. I"ll be back soon." I said, throwing him the remote. I left him there, naked and strapped to his own bed watching porn. My pawn. Rather fitting, in my opinion.
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I came back two hours later, after going to the bookstore and a cafe. I had bought a book on sex games, intending on using it later. I ran into Max"s bedroom, surprised to see him not on the bed... I walked closer, figuring out that he must have had a spare key.

Suddenly I felt him behind me, he pressed his lips against my neck and both hands down my pants. He started fondeling my cock as I dropped my plastic bag with the book in it.

"You cheated..." I said, playfully.

"Let"s see what else I can get away with." he replied, a devlish sound in his voice. He started pulling off my shirt.

I simply smiled.

"I deleted all of those things." he stated, licking the side of my neck while unbuttoning my pants.

"Something..." I thought. Max was different from my first "dad". This was my choice. "We"ll have to make new ones." I said.

He bent down, bringing my pants down with him. I quickly slipped out of the remainder of my clothing as he made his way for the closet. He brought out a webcam.

I bit my tongue. Anything but this...

He saw the look on my face, not knowing about what had happened before my life here. "I"m sorry. If you don"t want to-"

"No. I"m fine." I said quickly. Fuck, I needed to bury what had happened to me.

He put it up on the desk, and opened some sort of program on the plasma screen. A chat box opened up.

I didn"t read everything, but it seemed to me like Max did regular masturbation live shows... now he wanted to do an incest. I took a deep breath.

I sat down on the couch, thinking about how I would act. I knew I had to act just like I normally would. "Normal?!" I thought, "What part of this is normal?"

He was set up. On the screen I could see video feeds from 8 different guys. I was guesing this was going to be interactive.

I didn"t really listen to their conversation with my foster dad, all I did was mentally prepare myself. An audience.

"Allright, let the fucking begin!" I heard one of them say.

Know they could see me, I stood up completely naked, looking at the screen. They all seemed fairly impressed with the size of my dick.

"Rim his ass, Max!"

Max turned to me and smiled, getting on his knees. He moved right behind me and stuck his tongue right into my asshole, and started swirling it around.

I closed my eyes.

"Fuck the kid, man!"

He took his tongue out of my add and came around to face me. "Do you want me to?"

I thought for a second. "Yes." I replied.

"Fuck him hard!"

He motioned me over against a wall. The webcame followed... it was being controlled by someone else.

I used my hands to support myself against the wall, while Max took a position behind me. He spit into his hand, and started rubbing it hard into my asshole. I knew it would help.

He came like a ton of bricks, straight up my ass. I would have been thrown against the wall if it wasn"t for me hands. He kept on coming into me hard, and my ass hurt so much. The more I yelled in anguish/pleasure the faster he got.

However, the pain subsided and all I felt was immense pleasure... far more than I had experienced when I had been forced to. I could feel him deep inside of me, his body ramming up against mine in mad passion.

Suddenly he stopped pounding me, and forced himself right up as far as his dick was long. He pressed his lips against my neck, and started kissing me as his warm cum shot up into my ass.

I looked at the screen. Most of the guys were stroking off.

I stood in front of the webcam. "You guys have any special requests?" I asked.

"Yeah. Max should suck off that beutiful cock o" urs."

Max bent down in front of me, and I grabbed the back of his head. Using my free hand I guided my cock into his mouth, and gently forced him to suck it. "Come on dad... I"m fucking you... take it!" I yelled as I came.

He gulped it down, just as the webcam session finished. Max looked up at me, with pure love/lust and a bit of my cum dripping out of the corner of his mouth.. "See what you would have walked out on?"

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