Sorry I haven't updated in awhile but, I'm updating now and that's all that matters. I randomly got this idea for no reason. And if you are a fan of Lance then some of you might like it. Others might wanna kill me. Anyways If you like it then please review, and if you don't then...it was Pietro.

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I Told You I'm Strait

Lance's POV

Dad, oh how that word hurts me even now. Sure on the outside he looked like a normal person, but to me he was a demon. And Mom well she wasn't normal either. Well technically they weren't my real parents, but I guess that really doesn't matter. Mom was still an abusive feminist and Dad was a fucked up sex addict. In fact he made his own pornos. Okay I know it may not sound that bad to you, but to me it was a fate worst then hell.

The whole thing started around age 8. I was still pretty innocent and I hadn't gotten m powers yet, but I had just started noticing the opposite sex.

"Hello Mommy," I said coming back from school. "We got a new girl today. She is very pretty."

"You man whore," My mother said. It took me by surprise. She smacked me with the hard cover book she had in her hand. "You will never talk about a girl in any way that graphic."

"But I just said she was pretty," my little 8 year old mind didn't see anything wrong with that.

"Go see your father," she yelled and pointed to the stairs.

"Yes mommy," I said solemnly.

I never really like my father. What the rest of the brotherhood doesn't know is that my dad is a mutant too. He has the power to make anyone do anything, but the worst part is that you know that you are doing it but you can't stop.

"Daddy," I said knocking on the door.

"Come in Lance," he said.

I slowly walked in. "Mommy said to come and see you."

"What did you do now?"

"I said that a girl was pretty," I said afraid of what he was going to do. So scared I actually started to cry silently. But if you tell any of the other brotherhood boys bad things will happen.

"Haven't I told you before not to like girls. Lance you are gay," my father stated. "You like guys."

"No I don't I like girls," I assured him. He smacked me too. He looked my in the eyes, I knew that he was going to use his powers on me.

"Tomorrow at school if you see any guy that looks better then you, your own age of course, then kiss him on the lips," he stated in voice that was unlike his.

"Yes Father," I replied in a zombie like tone.

The next day was just awful. Everyone laughed at me, because I had kissed the most popular boy in school. Then they laughed at me because I was crying because they were laughing at me.

I got home that day, eyes burning with the tears that I cried. They didn't care. They never cared. Mom was happy that I kissed a guy and dad, well dad wasn't home until late that night.

The years went on and the rumors got worst. It didn't help me any that I was a decent looking guy either. I think it got about as bad as it could get when I was 12.

"I told you I'm strait," I yelled to some guys on the playground who were teasing me.

"Lance," my father scolded. "I told you never to raise your voice in public."

"I'm sorry Daddy," I said in a scared little voice.

"It's okay now go finish playing you will get your punishment when we get home."

I walked slowly over to a near y bench and sat there and let the tears silently run down my face. Once again don't tell the brotherhood.

Well I guess now would be a good time to admit that I was sort of a cry baby when I was younger. I know me, Lance, Mr. Get out of my face, also being a cry baby is hard to imagine. Well things only get even harder to imagine when you find out what happened when I got home.

"What are ya gonna do to me Daddy?" I asked. My 12 year old eyes glossed over with potential tears.

"This," he said unzipping his pants and pulling out a part of him Lance had never really wanted to see.

"I-I don't understand Daddy. What do you want me to do?"

"You are going to suck it," he said. I was in shock.

"But I don't know how," I said.

"Look into my eyes and you will," he said getting down to my level.

I looked him in the eyes, mine now filled with tears. Yeah like I said I was a cry baby.

I took his dick, which was in full erection, and put it into my mouth. I hated the taste, but I couldn't stop. I kept sucking it. White fluid started leaking out, and I stopped.

"No Lance keep going and swallow anything that comes out," he said.

I did as directed. More of the white fluid came out. I swallowed it and went a little faster.

"Yes Lance, oh that feels nice."

The taste just kept getting worse, but I couldn't stop.

"Take off your pants Lance," my father said.

"But Daddy."

"Just do it," he screamed.

So I did. Now I was twelve so I wasn't that small, but I guess I could have been a little bigger.

"Shirt to,"

So I did that do. I was still crying. I was worried I really didn't know what was going to happen next.

He laid me ad shoved his dick up my ass. It was really quite painful.

"Daddy stop that hurts," I scream.

"It's almost done Lance," he said thrusting harder.

He finished not too much later. He threw me into my room and said, "Now what have I told you?"

"I'm gay," I said.

"Good boy,"

He left and I busted out into tears. The pain, I felt so dirty. I really didn't want to go to school the next day, but I did.

It continued for a long time. All the way up to the time I left for the brotherhood. I never told my Dad about my powers. He just thought I up and left, and he was just fine with that since the police never showed up.

I'm not that big of a cry baby anymore. I can hold it in until I'm alone now. One time Pietro walked in when I was crying, he laughed a little but was surprisingly nice enough to keep it a secret. I still haven't told any of the other brotherhood members about how many times I was raped or about how many blow jobs I gave. And please don't tell the brotherhood but by the time I was 14 I actually started to like it a little, but seeing boobs quickly got rid of that feeling. Well got to go Pietro found where I hid the pixie sticks. See ya later and I hope you think twice about me. Now that you've seen the real Lance Alvers.

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