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Nightmare

Monroe kissed me passionately, “God, I want you so much, Baby.” His hands moved over my body and I moaned my pleasure. He smiled and asked if I was his good little boy.

“Yes, yes...I’m whatever you want. Fuck me, Daddy.”

He slapped my face and my cock hardened. “You like that, don’t you, Baby?” I nodded and he slapped me again as he penetrated my needy ass. He felt so good; his hand went to my dick and started stroking it. I struggled against my desire to cum. I didn’t want this to end.

“Oh, god, Monroe, you feel like a dream...”

He grabbed my face in his hand, squeezing my cheeks. “Is that right? You want more, you, crazy little twink? Want Daddy to give you more?” His face melted and he became Mr. Murdock. I screamed and tried to get away from him. He laughed and punched me in the gut. He pumped in and out of me. “Yes, fight me, Bitch. Your terror makes me hard...” I squeezed my eyes closed and he slapped me, “Who the fuck is Monroe?”

I stammered, trying to think, wanting to give him the answer he wanted, “It was just a dream, sir...please...”

“A dream? Or more of your pretend people?” He pulled my long hair, holding my head down and rubbed his manhood across my cheeks, my chin. “Were you finally happy? Did you have a lover? Did you actually believe that he loved you? That he was real?

“Open up.” I obediently opened my mouth and he shoved himself into me. He brutally fucked my mouth, making me gag, while he screamed, “When will you learn that this is real and only this, Bitch!” He pulled out of my mouth and put my hand on his wet cock, “You know what to do.” I nodded and did what he had trained me to do; my slid my hand up and down his cock, jerking him off until his warm cum hit me in the face.

“This is all you are good for; you’re nothing but my cum dump. No one will ever love you though they might enjoy spending your money and fucking your pretty little ass you, crazy fuck.” He rubbed his cum all over my face. “Now, go sit in your closet until my spunk is nice and hard.” He shoved me into my closet and I started falling into blackness.

Abandoned Chance

I jerked away with a small cry. I looked around and saw that it was pretty early in the morning, still dark. I shook my nightmare from me and thought I’d get up with the babies and let everyone else sleep in. I sat up and saw that Mansfield and Emerson had left my bed sometime during the night; I was disappointed but assumed that they wanted to sleep near their baby, my goddaughter, Harlow. I put on Monroe’s cashmere robe---I like wearing it--- and went to the nursery. The morning sun was just starting to peek into the window; I tip-toed to the cribs and stole a look inside. The babies weren’t there. It looked like someone had beaten me to them.

I decided to go down to the kitchen to see who else was up. On the way, I peeked into T.J.’s room; it was empty. As was Monroe’s. All of their bedrooms were empty. Maybe they were downstairs having breakfast already. I went down to the kitchen; it too was empty. That was odd. I called to them, but received no answer. The library, the studio, the gym, the pool…all empty. I called to my ghostly mentor, Francis, and only silence answered me. I panicked and started running; I ran through the house, throwing open doors, and screaming for them. I was terrified. Where were my friends, my family? Where had everyone gone?

I heard the faint sound of people talking; it was coming from my bedroom. I flung open the door and rushed in. I froze, astonished; it was Mr. and Mrs. Murdock. They were naked, on my bed, and having sex. I stood there shocked at both their return to Lost Way and their behavior. They had been my caretakers until T.J. had come to me.

Mr. Murdock climbed off of his wife, grabbed my ear, and dragged me into the corner. He rubbed himself against my leg and I shuddered. “You stay there until you stop talking about those pretend people. There is no one here, but you. You are just a crazy, little boy…now, you stand there and be still. I have business to finish.” He slowly licked my neck, “When I am done, I will come and take care of you, you, lunatic.”

I stood in the corner and covered my ears, but I could still hear them both grunting and moaning. Then it was suddenly quiet; I turned to steal a look at them, but the room was empty; the bed undisturbed. My knees gave out and I slid down the wall. It was true; I was crazy. I had to be; I had imagined them all or maybe they were ghosts like Francis. It didn’t matter; it was all the same. None of it was real and I was alone.

I tried to get control of the situation and had a firm talk with myself, “The others don’t exist; you must keep telling yourself this if you are ever to get well.” I faltered; how could they not be real when my heart told me that they were? I squeezed my eyes closed and screamed out my madness again and again until I heard a quiet voice calling to me. More pretend people…I shook my head, mentally begging the voice to stop but it stubbornly persisted, “Chance.”

“I’m not crazy; you aren’t here. I know that you don’t exist…please, isn’t that what you want me to say?” I whimpered.

I felt a hand gently caress my cheek, “Chance, wake up; it is but a dream.” My eyes flew open. Emerson was anxiously looking into my face.

“Are you real?” I whispered, trying to back away from him. I looked about for Mr. Murdock. He would be angry if he saw me talking to one of the pretend people.

Emerson’s hand stroked my hair. He was obviously concerned about me, “Hush, Young One, be calm. It was only a dream. I am here and I am very real.”

He picked me up and sat me in his lap. He held me as I fought to shake off the reality of that recurring nightmare. I hung onto him, anchoring myself to him. I looked across the bed and saw Mansfield’s pregnant belly. I desperately tried to still myself. “I’m sorry, Emerson; I’m being hysterical. Did I disturb her sleep?” I asked unhappily, tears coming to me.

“You are so sweet, Young One. Please, be calm. You always place everyone else before yourself, do you not?” He pushed the hair from my face. “She was not disturbed. She sleeps heavily these days. She feels safe and we all tire her body with our love, do we not?” I nodded; I loved the way he phrased things. I leaned into him and he rubbed my back. It was very soothing. “How often does this dream disturb your rest?” he asked.

“Now and again. It always seems so real…so terrifying. I sometimes think that the nightmare is reality and this happiness, this love I have found, is the dream, the illusion…perhaps both are illusions. I sometimes wonder if I am sitting alone somewhere imagining my entire life.” I tried to laugh but it sounded forced and empty.

He kissed me. “That’s because, in a way, the dream is real. I can explain it and take it from you if you wish,” he offered.

“You could do that for me?” I know my face was filled with a frantic hope.

“I can. I have many talents, Young One, and I would do much for you,” he said, kissing me again. His kisses were honeyed and I ached for more.

I exhaled and told myself to relax. “What do you mean that, in a way, my dream is real?”

His hand roamed across my naked chest; I felt my desire for him rise, intensify, and I moaned as he licked my neck before explaining. “Young One, your emotions are real and this dream is a manifestation of your insecurities and fears.” I looked at him, puzzled, and thought, What insecurities and fears? He smiled at me. “You are terrified of being abandoned. You internalize these fears and, on a subconscious level, you examine every action of those around you and search them for signs that indicate they will leave you.”

I was incredulous, “What? I don’t.”

He laughed, “But you do. May I?” I nodded and his hand went to my chest and rested on my tattoo; it was the Gemini constellation in honor of my husband, Monroe, and his twin, Mansfield (she is Emerson’s wife). A tear rolled down his face and I wondered at it as I wiped it away. “You, poor, wounded child. Your father took your mother from you when he murdered her, and then, he went from you as well when he took his own life.

“The Murdocks were cold, cruel guardians. For some reason, they both had an intense dislike for you. They treated you brutally, yet you loved them and tried very hard to please them. When T.J. came here, they left you without any kind of personal goodbye and that hurt you.

“Francis left you as well when you discovered that he was but a ghost and he removed his physical love from you. It was as if he died that day and though he remains near to you, you still feel the absence of what he and you once were.

“The day that Mansfield showed you the depth and force of Ash and Diogenes’ love for one another, you felt excluded and rejected.

“T.J. and Bethany played a very cruel trick on you and it hurt you deeply; in a way, you lost them for quite a while. Though he is your closest friend, you feel that T.J. chose her over you that day.

“When Monroe died, you felt he had left you here alone and though he recovered, you still felt that desertion and you fear it will happen again.” He shook his head at me, “You don’t feel worthy of his greatness; you don’t feel truly worthy of any of them.

“Even Mansfield’s marriage to me, seemed like an abandonment of you.”

I started to protest. His assessment made me out to be pretty damned needy and petty. “Hush, Young One. Your head knows that these emotions are ridiculous and it pushes them away, but your heart, your poor, poor heart…” Another tear slid down his cheek. “It is fragile and insecure and it clings to this evidence. These dreams are your heart’s way of preparing your head for what you subconsciously believe to be inevitable---their abandonment of you.”

He lifted my chin and looked into my eyes. “You are repeatedly astounded by the twins’ inability to realize their own worth and yet, you suffer from the same ailment. Come here to me, Young One; let me help you.” He put his lips to mine and inhaled deeply. Something clenched and released in my chest and I whimpered. He pulled away from me and stared into my eyes. “Is that, then, better?” he asked.

I nodded, amazed. “You took it from me? I feel its absence.” He bowed and I saw that he was weeping. His tears worried me, “Did this thing, this service you gave to me, hurt you?”

He shook his head, “But for a minute; it will soon settle. You must be alert to your insecurities and fears; guard against them or these disturbing visions will return to you.”

I leaned against him and held his hand, glad for the opportunity to be less formal with him. “Emerson, you know that you don’t have to ask permission to touch me, right? I mean, it is very charming that you do so, but why do you feel the need?”

He sighed, “I would not overstep myself, be presumptuous…”

I laughed, “You are one of us, are you not?”

“I am.”

“Then please, feel free to touch us as you will.”

I felt my desire for him rise again. I rubbed his cheek, “We would all welcome your touch.” He looked at me in a funny way and then he grabbed my head. He forced my lips to his and kissed me with such a passion that I was made breathless.

Emerson Cuts Loose

His lips awoke a wild hunger within me, a mad passion. He pulled my hair, forcing my head back; his tongue and mouth were at my neck, kissing, licking, and sucking it. My hands fell to his hips and I pulled him into me as I moaned with my desire for him. His mouth went to my chest. I looked at him sucking and licking at my nipples. My tattoo glowed; it does that sometimes though I’m not sure why. He gasped when he saw it and licked at it hungrily. The sensation made me dizzy and hard; his mouth was everything.

He kissed me and his hand rubbed my stiff dick. I dropped my hand to his hardness and stroked him. He whimpered and I crawled down the bed to take him between my eager lips. He actually trembled as my tongue circled his head. “Please…” he whispered. I idolized his manhood with my warm mouth. My warm tongue licked his balls and slid up his crack to his ass. “Oh, God. That is so good.” I smiled and increased my efforts, licking and tonguing his ass while my hand pumped his cock.

“Take me, now. Take me, Young One. I want you; my need for you is great.” I got to my knees between his opened legs and pierced his hole with my aching manhood. I pushed deep into him and his hands grabbed me, pulling me in even deeper. His mouth was kissing my chest, neck, and lips. He clung to me as I plunged in and out of him. God, he felt good. He was weeping and I felt him tighten. I peaked and shot my cum deep into him as he climaxed. His hands travelled over my body and he kissed me repeatedly. His breathing was rapid and shaky.

“Are you okay?” I asked him, concerned.

He struggled to get control of himself. He chuckled and reddened, “I confess that I am giddy from your loving and from the sharing of your power. I drank deep, greedily.” I looked at him in confusion; he was very sexy and I told him so. “You don’t know, do you?” he laughed. “What did you think it meant when your tattoo glowed like that?”

I shrugged, “Francis told me it wasn’t anything to worry about.”

“It’s not. It’s quite fantastic though. When it glows, it is your body offering others to drink of your energy. It is an amazing power. In most of our kind, the sharing of one’s energy is usually a draining of power and can be damaging, but with you, when you share your power, you become stronger and even more powerful.” It seemed he had no control over his hands and mouth. They couldn’t stop caressing and fondling my body. “I have never encountered one such as you, Young One. I am in awe of you. I adore you.”

I smiled, made happy with his flattery, and licked at his neck. “Emerson, your kiss enflamed me. Is it always that way when you let yourself go?”

He blushed, “Mansfield says that it is so but she ignites my passions like nothing else ever has. I am enamored of her and cherish all that she is.”

“You better,” she mumbled sleepily.

He went to her, kissing her belly and then, her lips. “How did you sleep, Beloved?”

“Well.” She ran her hands over his face and stared into it, “I am smitten by this face; I love you.”

“I love you. Do you wish me to bring you some food?”

“I’ll go down with you. I need to get some blood circulating and Ash is not happy until she sees me take my morning vitamins. Chance, have you eaten?”

I smiled at her care of me. “I haven’t even gotten out of bed yet.” Her brows knitted with concern and I wondered why.

Emerson helped her into a dressing gown and kissed her hard. “I have a thought; maybe I can get your blood circulating and then, take you downstairs,” he said as he pressed against her. She moaned and pulled him tight against her.

I grabbed a robe and took a stroll. “Go get yourself some breakfast,” Mansfield ordered as I walked out the door.

I went to my room, got dressed, and headed outside.

In Grandda’s Hut

I wandered around aimlessly, thinking about what Emerson had said about my abandonment issues. “God, I’m pathetic,” I muttered.

“Is it so sad that you need and want people in your life, that you love them so very much, you fear that they will leave you?” Francis asked, falling into step with me and taking my hand in his.

“That’s a nice way to put it but, come on. Apparently, I have some serious trust and deep abandonment issues. I mean, I felt rejected by you and you’ve never left my side.”

“Well, we were separated when we were six though you didn’t consciously remember that for a long while. And I could see how, in your eyes, finding out that I’d been a ghost, was like having me die and then, I cut you off from my physical affections…well, mostly.”

He kissed me and I laughed. “Maybe you’re right, but when he was listing all of the times that I had taken things people did and made it all about me…well, it was eye-opening. Even my parents...that really had nothing to do with me. It was my father’s crazed jealousy. What happened to me to make me such an insecure mess?” I mused, feeling unsettled.

I wandered to the hut that had belonged to Monroe’s grandda; I’d had it deconstructed and moved to my Lost Way estate for the twins because I knew how much they loved it. It was pleasant in there and I lay on the old brass bed and looked at the beamed ceiling. Francis lay next to me, still holding my hand and I was contented. I told him that Mansfield was mother-henning me. “It seems that I am getting looked after by all of them of late. I can’t understand their over-protective behavior.”

He sighed, “Chance? I know why you are getting peculiar vibes from them all. I see that their actions are making you uneasy, and so, I’m going to tell you what is going on, but try to act like you don’t know, okay?” I agreed, happy for the enlightenment. He kissed my hand, “They are all worried about you because Mansfield has been having some disturbing visions about you.”

I looked at him in surprise and then, tried to play it off. “Well, we know that, in the past, her pregnancy distorted her visions, right? So, why worry?” Even so, I was uneasy. He was silent and I exhaled. “Okay, what has she seen and why aren’t they telling me?” I finally asked him.

“She has seen you suffering great sorrow and pain. In her vision, you are debilitated by this pain…they are adding this new vision to her past vision of you dying, being skin and bones, frail. That’s why everyone has been watching what you eat.”

I sighed in exasperation, “Really? Why not just tell me?”

Francis gently reminded me of my hysteria the last I had been told of Mansfield’s visions; they had concerned Monroe dying (long story). I paused as a thought occurred to me, “What great sorrow? It’s not the babies or one of them dying is it?” He shook his head and I breathed easier, “Then, I can stand it and I will be fine. I guess they just don’t think I am very tough.” I scoffed, “They’re probably right.”

I changed the subject, “How do you like Emerson, Francis?”

“I think that he is a fine addition to my Misfits”---that’s what we call ourselves--- “He’s good for you, for Mansfield, for all of you. He needs a family; he’s felt alone for a very long time. I think it’s good that you encouraged him to be less formal with you all. It will be a big help to him in integrating more fully into the family.”

I nodded sleepily, “I’m glad; I’d like for him to be happy. I want all of my Misfits to be happy.”

He rubbed my cheek. “I think that nightmare really took it out of you, Heart.”

I smiled and drifted away to my slumber.

Baby, You Could
Drive My Car

“Baby? Are you okay?” I opened my eyes to Monroe’s concerned face; now I knew why I’d been seeing that look so much lately.

“What’s wrong? What’s happened?” I asked, sitting up.

He laughed at my panic. “Relax. Nothing is wrong. I have been hunting for you all over the house and then, I find you snoozing away out here.”

“I was talking with Francis and it’s so peaceful here; I guess I just dozed off.” I pushed my hair out of my face. “Did you need something, Daddy?” I waggled my eyebrows at him and he kissed me.

“Well, I was going to take you for a driving lesson, but it can certainly wait.” He passionately kissed me and pushed me back on the bed.

I held him tightly, “I love you so much.”

I unbuckled his belt, slowly drew it from his pants, and handed it to him. There was lust written all over his face as he took it and rolled me over. My hands gripped the brass bedframe and I spread my legs for him. “You are the devil, Baby,” he panted. He pulled my sweats from me and tore my tee shirt, exposing my back. “God, you look good.”

“Are you getting hard for me?” I teased. He didn’t answer; he just swung that belt against my back and thighs over and over again as I cried out. We both hardened as he beat me with that belt. He rolled me onto my back and fell on me. His forearm went across my throat, cutting off my air supply.

“I’m more than hard for you. I want to fuck you, rough and fast. I want to tear into you with my teeth…Shit, Baby you make me feel like an animal.” I rubbed my cock against his and fought for air. When he moved his arm, I coughed and gasped; my eyes watered. His hand caressed my face and he kissed me, shoving his tongue between my lips. I moaned and my hand released the bedframe to touch him. He grabbed it and put it back. “Don’t let go of that bed frame. That’s an order.” I nodded and submitted to his will.

His tongue traced over my tattoo and it glowed. He licked and sucked at it and I whimpered with my desire for him. “Mmm, tastes good,” he said and licked at it again. He ran his tongue down my torso, following the thin line of hair on my belly to my aching cock. I waited for his lips, but instead he bit my thigh. I cried out and he bit me again.

I longed for him to wrap his lips around my erection. “Please, Daddy, I’m begging you…”

“Hush, Baby.” He spread my legs and lifted my ass off of the bed. God, the anticipation was intense; I wanted him so badly.

“Please,” I was panting; he looked at me and smiled.

“I said, hush.” His big hand smacked my ass and my dick ached even more. I was moaning for him. His hand went to my face, caressing my cheek. He slapped me hard and slid himself into me at the same time. I gripped that bedpost and cried out. I longed to hold him against me, but my hands stayed where he’d commanded them to stay. “You’re a good baby, aren’t you?” He pulled all the way out of me before slamming himself back in deep and hard.

“Yes, yes…” The feel of him in my ass was driving me wild. His hand slid up my shaft and I cried out his name. I knew I was not going to be able to last much longer. I felt myself tighten and looked at him, waiting for his permission.

He read my face, “Go ahead and cum, Baby. I’m going to cream your tight ass.” His hand slid to my throat and as he squeezed, we both climaxed. He took my hands from the bed post and kissed my palms. My hands were red and stiff from gripping that bed so tightly. “Are you okay, Baby? Did I hurt you?” I saw the worry on his face and sought to erase it.

I wiggled my ass, “Fuck, yes; do it again.”

He laughed and rolled me on top of him. “I adore you, my temptation. How about that driving lesson?” We pulled our clothes back on. I was topless because my tee was shredded. He ran his hand across my naked flesh and I goose pimpled. He turned me to the hut’s wall and admired the welts his belt had made on my back. He licked them and I moaned. He put his own tee on me and spanked my sore ass, “Come on, Baby, before I get distracted all over again.”

We got the Mercedes out and he drove me to the estate’s service road. I was delighted when I saw that he had set up a little obstacle course for me to practice on. I hugged him and thanked him. We spent the next three hours practicing on that course--- lots of cones went down. Then, he drove us back to the garage. I rested my head against his naked shoulder as he drove. “Are you truly happy with me, Monroe?” I softly asked, suddenly insecure.

He looked at me, startled, and pulled over. “I’m happier than I have ever been, happier than I deserve to be. I love you very much.” He leaned over and kissed me. I sighed with my own happiness. He looked at my face. “Did you eat today?” he asked me.

“No, I haven’t got around to it yet.”

He shook his head, “It’s almost dinner time, Baby. Can’t you take better care of yourself for me?”

“I’ll try to do better, Monroe.”

“Don’t try---do. Or else, I won’t ever spank you again.” I laughed and promised him I’d do better. “Food and then cream on that back,” he ordered. He opened the glove box and pulled something out. He handed it to me; it was a Pennsylvania DMV handbook. “I picked this up for you to study. When you pass the written exam, you’ll get a permit and I can take you on a real road to practice for the driving test.”

I squealed and hugged him, “Monroe! You think of everything.” He was clearly glad that I was pleased and drove us back to the house.

Dinner

We walked into the kitchen and he started making me a sandwich while I poured us both a glass of wine. Emerson came in. He hugged me and then, almost shyly, hugged Monroe. Monroe was pleasantly surprised and pulled him close for a quick kiss. He asked Emerson if he wanted a sandwich. “Many thanks, but no. I have been seeking you out at the request of my mate. She wants you to join us. She has promised me a treat of some sort…Do you mind awfully?”

Monroe kissed him again, this time it was a slow, deep kiss. Emerson’s hand tightened on his back. Monroe said, “It would be my pleasure.” He shook a finger at me, “Eat, cream, and study. I will check that you have obeyed me in this.”

I laughed and handed him his glass, “Have a good time, Daddy.”

Bethany and T.J. came in as they were leaving. She giggled, “Emerson’s about to get twinned, isn’t he?”

T.J. nodded, “Mansfield cleared it with me earlier. He’s a lucky guy. I also talked to Emerson about that healing he gave you earlier. I’m glad, Kid; that dream has been haunting you long enough.”

“Yeah. He told me how butt hurt I was about every little thing…though that’s not how he phrased it obviously. I guess I can be a tad over sensitive.” They both laughed. I bent and kissed her baby bump. “And how is the prince doing today?”

“He has started moving around in there. Oh! Like right now.” She took my hand and placed it on her belly and let me feel him moving around.

I smiled with amazement. “That is incredible.”

T.J. looked at my uneaten sandwich. “Didn’t I hear your boss man give you orders about eating?” I laughed and tore into my sandwich. I really was hungry. T.J. watched me devouring it. He put a hand on my shoulder and I looked up at him. “Kid? Is that all you’ve eaten today?” I blushed. He kissed the top of my head and sighed, “Do I have to make you a little chart with stars and check marks?”

“I’m going to do better or else Monroe said no more spankings for me. Speaking of that, can one of you rub some cream into my back?”

“I’ll do it,” volunteered Di from the doorway.

I started towards her, but T.J. pulled me back. “Eat first, Kid.”

Di said food was a good idea. She made herself a sandwich and joined me. Bethany wanted a peanut butter and mayonnaise sandwich (Ugh). I had to turn away from that particular combination. She laughed, “The prince wants what the prince wants. Oh, T.J. can I have a banana and some of that hummus you made?”

He held her face in his hands (the look on his face was pure adoration), “What about your heart burn, Bethy?”

“You’re right...I’ll skip the hot sauce,” she laughed.

I groaned aloud and finished my sandwich. Di and I headed up to her room. T.J. called after me, “Come back down in a couple of hours and I’ll cook a real dinner for everyone, okay?”

“Kay, Doc---just don’t let Bethany select the menu.” Di playfully tugged the edge of Monroe’s tee and pulled me up the stairs with it.