MINE. Part 2
Title: MINE. Part 2
Author: Hooray4Irony
Rating: NC-17
Pairing:Ryan Ross/Pete Wentz and later Ryden
WARNING: Pete Wentz, rape, abuse, drugs, violence, nudity, Pete Wentz(yes he is a very big warning and I need to warn you twice) kidnap, etc.
POV: Ryan's POV
Summary: See that kid over there?He’s gonna be such a looker when he’s older.He’s also going to be mine. Did I mention he's 4 years old?
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone in this fic because that is called slavery is in fact frowned upon in MOST societies and as much as that would be fucking awesome, Ryan is not under my power... And Pete is not a Pedo...(that we know of).
Beta: The incrediblexojemmaxo
Author Notes:Enjoy the fic and thank you Jemma for most of the twisted sex sences in this story. Your creepyness is a credit to the slash community... You just need to post more slashy goodness. XD
11 years of age
“Ryan! Breakfast is ready!”
I rolled over onto my stomach, burying my face in my pillow.
“Ryan?” Ugh, the sound was getting louder… or closer. I suddenly heard my bedroom door squeak open and a moment later, a warm hand on my back.
“Come on, Ry. Get up… I’m going into town today. You want to come?” My head shot up and I croaked, “Town? Yeah, sure, Uncle Pete!” I sat up. It was very rare I got to go into town, and I wasn’t going to pass the opportunity up.
Pete chuckled as I jumped out of bed and bounced into the kitchen. I didn’t want to eat, but Pete told me that I have to. I have to do a lot of things. Like ‘Always tell the truth’ and ‘No talking about parents or my former family’. And I had to tell Pete everything, including things like feelings, dreams, and thoughts.
He says it’s not good for a relationship to lie or keep things secret.
As I munched on my cereal, the dream I had the night before was running through my head - but it involved my parents and I -
“What’s wrong, Ry?” Pete asked, seeming to sense my feelings. I averted my eyes.
“Ryan…” he warned. Warnings were bad.
“Well, I’m thinking about a dream I had last night… actually, there were two.” Pete eyed me, taking a sip of his coffee.
“Go on, Ryan.”
“Um… well… one of them was about my… um…” I shifted my eyes away from his and quickly muttered the last word. “Parents.” I covered it up with, “And the other one was about you.”
Pete raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
I nodded, my cheeks heating up a little. Pete noticed, I think.
“What about the dream with me in it?” he asked gently. “Did you wake up and feel… um… funny?”
I nodded again. My cheeks felt like they were burning.
“Tell me about it,” said Pete, taking my hand in his.
“Uh… Alright… when I woke up, I felt my… um, penis, uh it…” I looked at my lap, chewing on my lip.
“Was it hard and leaking?” asked Pete. I nodded quickly.
“Look, Ryan.” Pete sighed and - was he blushing too? “It’s normal,” he continued. “It’s called a wet dream. Boys around your age get them after a really nice dream. Your penis might also get hard after you see something that makes you feel good.”
I nodded again. Pete patted my back and stood, grabbing my empty bowl off the table.
“Go get dressed and cleaned up, Ry. We’re leaving in 5 minutes.” I grinned and ran to my room. I grabbed some clothes and began to get ready.
I love going to the town. It’s so much better than being stuck inside all day.
I held my Uncle’s hand as we crossed the street and began the walk to the supermarket. Uncle Pete didn’t have a car. He says he’ll buy a Mercedes once his band makes it and he gets rich and famous. I wonder if we’ll ever have a car sometimes.
“Do you want to buy a lollypop while we’re here?” he asked me. Pete smiled at me and I nodded vigorously.
“Yes, please, Uncle Pete,” I replied. Uncle Pete is a stickler for manners.
The trip to the supermarket was an eventful one.
As we wheeled our trolley down one of the isles, Pete accidentally bumped one of the shelves. Bags of chips rained down on us and Pete got very angry.
I got really scared and hid under one of the fruit and vegetable stands. I was there for half an hour until Pete found me. He said he was sorry for yelling at me and didn’t mean it. He also bought me some chocolate milk. I forgave him.
When we got home, Pete sent me up to have a bath, which was strange because it was halfway through the day. I obeyed him anyway, in case he got angry again.
I ran a bath and hopped in. suddenly there was a knock on the bathroom door.
“Cover up,” Pete called. I did.
“Come in,” I replied. Pete came into the bathroom.
“Hey little dude… um…” he averted his eyes, looking at the tiles above my head.
“I just wanted to tell you that I’m really sorry about today, and I want to talk to you after your bath,” he said. I nodded.
“Sure,” I said. He smiled.
“Thanks, Ry. See you when you get out.” He exited and I was left feeling slightly curious. What did he want to talk about?
After finishing my bath and changing into my PJs, I went to Pete’s room and knocked on his door.
“Pete?” There was no answer, so I walked in. Pete wasn’t in there, as far as I could see. The room was dark. I went into his private bathroom.
“Pete?” I called.
A hand suddenly came round and covered my mouth. Pete spoke into my ear. “Hush, Ry. It’s only me.” I sighed in relief, but wondered why he was covering my mouth.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice muffled by his fingers.
“Shh… I’m going to show you how to get rid of those embarrassing wet dreams. Or, like, fix them. And make you feel even better.”
Wait… what was he going to do?
“Go lay on the bed, Ryan,” he ordered, releasing my mouth. I did so, not wanting to get on his bad side twice in one day. I lay on my back on the covers, my hands at my sides. I stared up at Pete, who had climbed onto the bed with me.
“Now. There are several ways you can ‘fix’ the wet dreams…” said Pete. “The first one, and the easiest one, is to touch your penis with your hands and make yourself feel good.”
“Uh… Okay…” I replied.
“The second way,” Pete went on, “Is to ask some one to give you a hand job, which is just the same thing as touching yourself, but with their hands. Never hesitate to ask me for a hand job, Ryan.” I didn’t think I would be asking Pete to touch my penis anytime soon. The whole thing made me feel uncomfortable. Pete continued his speech.
“It’s perfectly normal for me to touch you like that, Ryan, understand?” I nodded hesitantly.
“The third way,” went on Pete, “Is to have sex with someone. This can be with a girl, but some boys like to have sex with other boys. This is normal, too, if you don’t want to have sex with girls but you do want to have sex with boys.” I vaguely understood this. “If you ever want me to have sex with you, Ryan, I will… but not until you’re a lot older, okay?” I nodded.
“Do you understand so far?” he asked me, and I nodded, though my head was swimming with all the information.
“Good,” he said. “Now, there’s just one more way. I would like to show you this way, if you don’t mind.” I had a feeling he would get angry if I refused, so I nodded once more. “Okay, this is called a blowjob. Let me demonstrate…”
Pete crawled over my body and I had to resist the urge to push him away. His face came closer to me and he kissed me on the lips lightly. It wasn’t unusual for him to kiss me, but he’d never kissed me on the mouth before. It felt strange, but a little good, too.
He pulled away, and suddenly I feel something big and warm slipping down the front of my pyjama pants. It was Pete’s hand. It began to touch my penis. That felt too strange.
“Pete?” I whispered through the darkness, but he hushed me, concentrating on touching me. His lips moved down to my neck, kissing my skin, I could feel my penis becoming tight and almost painful, but in a good way… it was hard to describe.
“Pete, please stop…” I said, trying to push him off. The feeling in my groin was scaring me.
“Don’t worry,” he reassured,” I won’t hurt you, sweetie.”
My pants felt tight and a hot, burning feeling was beginning to form a little bit below my bellybutton. Pete suddenly took his hands out of my pants, and I felt relief for a moment before he pulled my pants and my underwear down around my knees. I began struggling to get away, but his hand held me down.
“Now, Ryan,” Pete said, “a blowjob is when someone puts your penis in their mouth and makes you feel good.” He lowered his open mouth down to my hard penis, and I saw my chance of escape. I brought my knees up and pushed his shoulders as hard as I could with my feet. Pete gave a yell as he rolled off the bed and onto the floor. I pulled up my pants and slid off the other side of the bed. I ran from Pete’s room, passing him on the floor on my way out.
“Ryan! Get back here!” he screamed after me. No way was I stopping. I ran to my room, shutting the door behind me. I began to try to move my desk in front of the door to stop him coming in, but it was too heavy.
I could hear Pete coming down the hallway and I panicked, screaming before abandoning the desk and diving under the bed. Pete came in before I was hidden, though, and I screamed again as I felt him grab my ankles and hoist me out from under my bed.
“Pete! Please leave me alone!” I yelled, struggling to get away.
“No, Ryan,” he said calmly. “You have been very naughty, and therefore you must be punished.” He dragged me into the middle of my room and flipped me over. He sat on my legs so I couldn’t escape. I closed my eyes and attempted to get away, but I knew I couldn’t. I stopped when his hand connected with the side of my face. I cried out, cupping a hand to my cheek. Tears fell, hot and prickly, from my eyes, and my whole body shook from shock.
Another slap to my other cheek caused my head to roll to the side. A sob exploded from my lips and more tears poured down the sides of my face and into my hair. This couldn’t be happening. Uncle Pete loved me…
He threw a punch to my stomach, which made me cough with pain, and stood up. I curled into a ball on my side to avoid getting hit again, but I knew it probably wouldn’t help.
“I hope you’ve learned you’re lesson, Ryan,” Pete said coldly. “No dinner tonight, either. You stay in your room. Got it?” I couldn’t do much more than sob, earning a kick to my back. I screamed. Pete snorted in disgust and left the room.
When he was gone, I cried until I felt like I had run out of tears. Why was my uncle doing this to me?
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Well, shit. Comments are welcome.... <3
Author: Hooray4Irony
Rating: NC-17
Pairing:Ryan Ross/Pete Wentz and later Ryden
WARNING: Pete Wentz, rape, abuse, drugs, violence, nudity, Pete Wentz(yes he is a very big warning and I need to warn you twice) kidnap, etc.
POV: Ryan's POV
Summary: See that kid over there?He’s gonna be such a looker when he’s older.He’s also going to be mine. Did I mention he's 4 years old?
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone in this fic because that is called slavery is in fact frowned upon in MOST societies and as much as that would be fucking awesome, Ryan is not under my power... And Pete is not a Pedo...(that we know of).
Beta: The incrediblexojemmaxo
Author Notes:Enjoy the fic and thank you Jemma for most of the twisted sex sences in this story. Your creepyness is a credit to the slash community... You just need to post more slashy goodness. XD
11 years of age
“Ryan! Breakfast is ready!”
I rolled over onto my stomach, burying my face in my pillow.
“Ryan?” Ugh, the sound was getting louder… or closer. I suddenly heard my bedroom door squeak open and a moment later, a warm hand on my back.
“Come on, Ry. Get up… I’m going into town today. You want to come?” My head shot up and I croaked, “Town? Yeah, sure, Uncle Pete!” I sat up. It was very rare I got to go into town, and I wasn’t going to pass the opportunity up.
Pete chuckled as I jumped out of bed and bounced into the kitchen. I didn’t want to eat, but Pete told me that I have to. I have to do a lot of things. Like ‘Always tell the truth’ and ‘No talking about parents or my former family’. And I had to tell Pete everything, including things like feelings, dreams, and thoughts.
He says it’s not good for a relationship to lie or keep things secret.
As I munched on my cereal, the dream I had the night before was running through my head - but it involved my parents and I -
“What’s wrong, Ry?” Pete asked, seeming to sense my feelings. I averted my eyes.
“Ryan…” he warned. Warnings were bad.
“Well, I’m thinking about a dream I had last night… actually, there were two.” Pete eyed me, taking a sip of his coffee.
“Go on, Ryan.”
“Um… well… one of them was about my… um…” I shifted my eyes away from his and quickly muttered the last word. “Parents.” I covered it up with, “And the other one was about you.”
Pete raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
I nodded, my cheeks heating up a little. Pete noticed, I think.
“What about the dream with me in it?” he asked gently. “Did you wake up and feel… um… funny?”
I nodded again. My cheeks felt like they were burning.
“Tell me about it,” said Pete, taking my hand in his.
“Uh… Alright… when I woke up, I felt my… um, penis, uh it…” I looked at my lap, chewing on my lip.
“Was it hard and leaking?” asked Pete. I nodded quickly.
“Look, Ryan.” Pete sighed and - was he blushing too? “It’s normal,” he continued. “It’s called a wet dream. Boys around your age get them after a really nice dream. Your penis might also get hard after you see something that makes you feel good.”
I nodded again. Pete patted my back and stood, grabbing my empty bowl off the table.
“Go get dressed and cleaned up, Ry. We’re leaving in 5 minutes.” I grinned and ran to my room. I grabbed some clothes and began to get ready.
I love going to the town. It’s so much better than being stuck inside all day.
I held my Uncle’s hand as we crossed the street and began the walk to the supermarket. Uncle Pete didn’t have a car. He says he’ll buy a Mercedes once his band makes it and he gets rich and famous. I wonder if we’ll ever have a car sometimes.
“Do you want to buy a lollypop while we’re here?” he asked me. Pete smiled at me and I nodded vigorously.
“Yes, please, Uncle Pete,” I replied. Uncle Pete is a stickler for manners.
The trip to the supermarket was an eventful one.
As we wheeled our trolley down one of the isles, Pete accidentally bumped one of the shelves. Bags of chips rained down on us and Pete got very angry.
I got really scared and hid under one of the fruit and vegetable stands. I was there for half an hour until Pete found me. He said he was sorry for yelling at me and didn’t mean it. He also bought me some chocolate milk. I forgave him.
When we got home, Pete sent me up to have a bath, which was strange because it was halfway through the day. I obeyed him anyway, in case he got angry again.
I ran a bath and hopped in. suddenly there was a knock on the bathroom door.
“Cover up,” Pete called. I did.
“Come in,” I replied. Pete came into the bathroom.
“Hey little dude… um…” he averted his eyes, looking at the tiles above my head.
“I just wanted to tell you that I’m really sorry about today, and I want to talk to you after your bath,” he said. I nodded.
“Sure,” I said. He smiled.
“Thanks, Ry. See you when you get out.” He exited and I was left feeling slightly curious. What did he want to talk about?
After finishing my bath and changing into my PJs, I went to Pete’s room and knocked on his door.
“Pete?” There was no answer, so I walked in. Pete wasn’t in there, as far as I could see. The room was dark. I went into his private bathroom.
“Pete?” I called.
A hand suddenly came round and covered my mouth. Pete spoke into my ear. “Hush, Ry. It’s only me.” I sighed in relief, but wondered why he was covering my mouth.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice muffled by his fingers.
“Shh… I’m going to show you how to get rid of those embarrassing wet dreams. Or, like, fix them. And make you feel even better.”
Wait… what was he going to do?
“Go lay on the bed, Ryan,” he ordered, releasing my mouth. I did so, not wanting to get on his bad side twice in one day. I lay on my back on the covers, my hands at my sides. I stared up at Pete, who had climbed onto the bed with me.
“Now. There are several ways you can ‘fix’ the wet dreams…” said Pete. “The first one, and the easiest one, is to touch your penis with your hands and make yourself feel good.”
“Uh… Okay…” I replied.
“The second way,” Pete went on, “Is to ask some one to give you a hand job, which is just the same thing as touching yourself, but with their hands. Never hesitate to ask me for a hand job, Ryan.” I didn’t think I would be asking Pete to touch my penis anytime soon. The whole thing made me feel uncomfortable. Pete continued his speech.
“It’s perfectly normal for me to touch you like that, Ryan, understand?” I nodded hesitantly.
“The third way,” went on Pete, “Is to have sex with someone. This can be with a girl, but some boys like to have sex with other boys. This is normal, too, if you don’t want to have sex with girls but you do want to have sex with boys.” I vaguely understood this. “If you ever want me to have sex with you, Ryan, I will… but not until you’re a lot older, okay?” I nodded.
“Do you understand so far?” he asked me, and I nodded, though my head was swimming with all the information.
“Good,” he said. “Now, there’s just one more way. I would like to show you this way, if you don’t mind.” I had a feeling he would get angry if I refused, so I nodded once more. “Okay, this is called a blowjob. Let me demonstrate…”
Pete crawled over my body and I had to resist the urge to push him away. His face came closer to me and he kissed me on the lips lightly. It wasn’t unusual for him to kiss me, but he’d never kissed me on the mouth before. It felt strange, but a little good, too.
He pulled away, and suddenly I feel something big and warm slipping down the front of my pyjama pants. It was Pete’s hand. It began to touch my penis. That felt too strange.
“Pete?” I whispered through the darkness, but he hushed me, concentrating on touching me. His lips moved down to my neck, kissing my skin, I could feel my penis becoming tight and almost painful, but in a good way… it was hard to describe.
“Pete, please stop…” I said, trying to push him off. The feeling in my groin was scaring me.
“Don’t worry,” he reassured,” I won’t hurt you, sweetie.”
My pants felt tight and a hot, burning feeling was beginning to form a little bit below my bellybutton. Pete suddenly took his hands out of my pants, and I felt relief for a moment before he pulled my pants and my underwear down around my knees. I began struggling to get away, but his hand held me down.
“Now, Ryan,” Pete said, “a blowjob is when someone puts your penis in their mouth and makes you feel good.” He lowered his open mouth down to my hard penis, and I saw my chance of escape. I brought my knees up and pushed his shoulders as hard as I could with my feet. Pete gave a yell as he rolled off the bed and onto the floor. I pulled up my pants and slid off the other side of the bed. I ran from Pete’s room, passing him on the floor on my way out.
“Ryan! Get back here!” he screamed after me. No way was I stopping. I ran to my room, shutting the door behind me. I began to try to move my desk in front of the door to stop him coming in, but it was too heavy.
I could hear Pete coming down the hallway and I panicked, screaming before abandoning the desk and diving under the bed. Pete came in before I was hidden, though, and I screamed again as I felt him grab my ankles and hoist me out from under my bed.
“Pete! Please leave me alone!” I yelled, struggling to get away.
“No, Ryan,” he said calmly. “You have been very naughty, and therefore you must be punished.” He dragged me into the middle of my room and flipped me over. He sat on my legs so I couldn’t escape. I closed my eyes and attempted to get away, but I knew I couldn’t. I stopped when his hand connected with the side of my face. I cried out, cupping a hand to my cheek. Tears fell, hot and prickly, from my eyes, and my whole body shook from shock.
Another slap to my other cheek caused my head to roll to the side. A sob exploded from my lips and more tears poured down the sides of my face and into my hair. This couldn’t be happening. Uncle Pete loved me…
He threw a punch to my stomach, which made me cough with pain, and stood up. I curled into a ball on my side to avoid getting hit again, but I knew it probably wouldn’t help.
“I hope you’ve learned you’re lesson, Ryan,” Pete said coldly. “No dinner tonight, either. You stay in your room. Got it?” I couldn’t do much more than sob, earning a kick to my back. I screamed. Pete snorted in disgust and left the room.
When he was gone, I cried until I felt like I had run out of tears. Why was my uncle doing this to me?
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Well, shit. Comments are welcome.... <3