Thread by @Eliisferal

// jerem1ke , non con , accidental voyeurism , trans Michael
#aftoncest

Michael had planned this. He made sure his siblings were out of the house, made sure his father would be asleep based on the amount of beer cans thrown across the living room floor.

He made sure to sneak Jeremy in quietly, to bite his moans back and not rock the bed as he and his boyfriend grinded against each other.
He didn’t care about the light bruising around his cunt left by his father, he found it didn’t hurt as much when it was Jeremy.

He was confident they wouldn’t get caught, that William wouldn’t bother him tonight, that he’d be able to feel /good/ tonight, for once in his life.
His heart stopped in his chest then beat harder by 10 fold.
The floor boards creaked down the hall, undeniably his fathers steps.

He pushed himself off of Jeremy’s lap, hands shaking and breath short.

“Jeremy— my dad.” He whisper-shouted with urgency.

Jeremy was quick to his feet, he feared Mr.Afton, based on what he’s heard of him, and he most definitely doesn’t want to meet him like /this/.
He ran to the window that lead down the side of the house.

He tried his hardest to push it open, Michael even trying to help. It wouldn’t budge, it was jammed.
Michael stares at the door for a moment, tears welling up in his eyes.
“Fuck!” He cried in desperate frustration. Jeremy was going to hate him.

There was no way he would be able to get Jeremy out that way, through the hallways, the stairs, living room and front door without his father catching them.
“Jeremy, you need to hide.” He doesn’t know what William do if he sees him, and he doesn’t want to find out.

Jeremy flashed him a thumbs up and weak smile, unaware of how bad the night was going to get. He hopped in the closet and shut the door. Jeremy wanted nothing more than to wrap Michael in a hug, wanted to wipe the distressed look off his face.

He assumed William was going to beat him, which definitely wasn’t a sight or sound he wanted to witness, but he could bare it.
He didn’t realize how much worse it all truly was.
Both of their hearts stopped as they heard William approach the bedroom door.

Michael had sat himself at the edge of his bed.
His father towered over the door frame as he swung it open, standing still for a moment.
“Father.” He kept his eyes down, hands folded in his lap neatly.

“Michael.” He parroted coldly, a cruel mockery.
He didn’t bother closing the door as he made his way to Michael, it’s not like anyone would be home to catch him, or so he thought.

He clenched his thighs shut tight, only just getting over the soreness of last time.
Williams hand traced the line of his jaw, Michael didn’t know why he even bothered acting gentle at first, they both knew how this would end.
“Father, please don’t–“

A loud slap consumed the room, followed by William forcing them together.
He hoped Jeremy didn’t know what was going on as the room went silent, the audible sound was Williams heavy breathing against his face, their lips pressed together.

He tried to stay silent, tried not to alert Jeremy into looking, as William grabbed him by the shoulders and shoved him onto his back with enough force to give him whip lash.
He felt like the wind was knocked out of him, panting and staring up at his father.

William was never gentle.
He wrenched his thighs open, holding him by the sensitive joint between his thigh and pelvis. Even without anything inside of him yet, his cunt still felt stretched with the force of it.
He slipped his hands beneath his boxers and pants.

“What’s got you so excited, Michael?” He slipped his fingers across the wetness drenching him from his earlier activities with Jeremy. “No matter. At least I won’t have to use up all my lube, this time. It’s been getting expensive.”

Michael hated he way trying to joke at a time like this, like he wasn’t looming over him violently.
He cringed even harder when he realized that Jeremy was /still there/, he prayed he didn’t hear what his father had just said.

Michael hoped William would just touch him a little, maybe ask for a blow job. It would be quieter, it would hurt less.
He never had good luck.
He struggled not to curl in on himself and wail when William began grinding his clothes groin against his own.

William didn’t waste time in prepping him, he never did anymore. The only reason he even used lube was so his cock wouldn’t chafe.
Michael couldn’t remember him taking their pants off clearly, the sound of belt buckles and clothes falling only fuzzy background noise.

The only sound that could be heard was Michaels Whimper of pain as the blunt head of his fathers cock pressed against him, he could never fit in just right without tearing.
He would never be able to get used to the burning, the knowledge that he was bleeding leaving him sick.

Each thrust felt like a punch in the gut, his legs shaking and straining to stay open beneath Williams hold.
William panted and groaned against him.
His mind wandered back to Jeremy.
/he can’t know/ he repeated to himself like a prayer.

He breathed between his teeth to keep himself quiet, to keep Jeremy from finding out.
He braced his hands against Williams arms, relishing in whatever comfort he could get from the brutal man.
His screams and cries trapped themselves in his throat.

The sight of blood splattered between them always made him light headed. His head spun and he had to remind himself to breathe, eyes rolling back in his daze.
William didn’t care if he passed out, he never did.
He only rammed against him harder, as if he wanted it to happen.

It was undeniable that Jeremy /must/ know by now. The slapping of skin, the whimpers and moans and groaning unmistakable.
He finally let himself sob out loud.
He had to bite his tongue to keep himself from moaning Jeremy’s name instead

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He imagined it was Jeremy hanging over top of him, and trailed his hand down to his clit just to feel his legs and cunt spasm.
/He deserves to feel good/. He repeated it to himself over and over.

Even though it was his own father pounding into him, and he was almost certain his boyfriend would hate him after this, he could still enjoy himself a little, couldn’t he?

He pretended Williams grunts were Jeremy’s words of praise, that the hand creeping up his sternum and squeezing his neck was something he had asked for, that it would stop if he asked.
He choked on his tears, gasping and red-faced.

He knew William wouldn’t last long, not in his drunken stupor. His hips stuttered violently, making the blood between them splatter across their thighs and the bed sheets.
A dirty feeling swirled around his stomach at the knowledge he was getting off on his father hurting him.

When William finished, he didn’t feel it, his cunt was numb, the only sensation processing pinpricks of sharpness.
He knew it happened, though. William released his neck and collapsed over him, casing Michael in with his body.

Their rapidly rising and falling chests pressed together, his wheezing, desperate and tired gasps mixing with Williams sluggish and thick ones.
He ignored the smell of alcohol wafting against him, it was a scent he was used too anyway.

He waited for William to regain his energy, his thighs beginning to burn from the stretch and his skin beginning to feel sticky from the various fluids covering him.
When William pulled away their skin peeled apart grossly, sweat binding them together.

William never said anything when he left, the padding of his parting steps Michaels only farewell.
He stared at the door, realization tugging him out of his disassociated state that his boyfriend had heard them.

When Jeremy tumbled out of the closet, face red and eyes wet, he didn’t know what to say.
They stated at each other, Jeremy heaving and Michael suddenly aware of the tears on his own face.
“Michael.” He collapsed on the bed beside him

Jeremy eyed the bruises on Michaels neck, then trailed down his body. His bruised hips, his thighs freckled with blood and bruises, and his /cunt/. He cringed at the sight, he didn’t know how Michael was still awake, let alone functioning as well as he was.

“Can I– can I touch you?” He wanted nothing more than to pull him into his arms and soothe his aching body.
Michael nodded rapidly, almost desperate. /“please.”/
Jeremy’s shaking hands rested against his hips, gently thumbing over the bruises there in circles.

Something new swirled around Michaels stomach, hot and coiling. The pain felt good when it was Jeremy.
He bucked into the touch, his mind nothing but mush at this point.
“Jeremy, please.” He threaded his fingers through the boys blonde hair and kissed him.

Jeremy’s lips were soft and sweet like the chapstick he used and he couldn’t stop himself from moaning into it.
He pulled away and it physically hurt to do so, but he needed to ask Jeremy for /more/. He needed Jeremy to replace his fathers touch, to fill the void with himself.

“Please touch me.” He almost sobbed it out, hands clutching at his shoulders, “please make me yours– I don’t– I don’t want /him-“ he crumbled into a crying, gasping mess, completely devolving from speech.
Jeremy’s pants grew tight, and he almost felt guilty.

He shouldn’t be thinking with his dick while his boyfriend was crying, bleeding and bruised. He shouldn’t be /horny/ at a time like this!
But how could he not when Michael was begging for him, when he was blue-balled just an hour ago after they were forced from their activities.

He was helping Michael by doing this, right? It would be cruel to deny him.
He stared into Michaels face, looking for any sign of discomfort as a trailed his hand down towards his pussy. He circled his clit and watched his face turn from despair to something else.

His pupils were blown wide and he pushed himself further against Jeremy. His legs looped around his waist comfortably, fitting together like a puzzle.
He whimpered when Jeremy’s fingers left him, but it quickly turned into a moan when Jeremy’s hand flipped.

His pointer and index fingers instead pushed into him, his thumb playing with his pulsing clit.
He gripped at Jeremy’s shirt, as if to keep him from leaving.
“Fuck.” His legs kicked out, then pulled Jeremy in deeper. He could barely control his movements amidst his ecstasy.

He had never finished beneath someone else, before, and he craved it so desperately. Michael pulled him into another kiss, passionate and deep, he’d never be able to get enough of it. Jeremy grinded himself against the sheets, hard and aching just from the sight of his boyfriend.

Pinpricks of pleasure ate through Michael like a trial blaze and a sudden gush of wetness spilled over Jeremy’s fingers, and the sound Michael made alone was enough to make Jeremy cream his pants.
They moaned into each others mouths, trembling through their orgasms.

When they separated, there was nothing but a warm buzz between them.
Their faces were red and their eyes were glazed over with pleasure-tears.
He was careful as he slipped his fingers out, brushing them onto the already soiled sheets so he could move his hands to Michaels hair.

“God, I fucking love you.” Jeremy rested his face against Michaels neck, closing his eyes.
Michael held him close, adoration and nothing more making him smile past the pain.
“I love you.”