Chapter 56: Clean

Has Merle finally got what's going on between his Dad and Daryl? I hope so! What will he do if he has?

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Daryl

'Ya gonna pay for that door, you great, useless lummox.' Dad scolded and glared at him but Merle ignored him, all his attention was focused on me.

'What the fuck are ya two doin' in here?' He hissed, glancing at our father suspiciously. He pointed at me. 'Is he cryin'?'

'We had some laundry to do...' Dad, was taken off guard and I smirked because the bastard wasn't nearly such a good liar as he thought he was when taken off guard. Besides, since when did he ever wash clothes? Or do any form of housework for that matter? Also, I could tell Merle knew something was going on, something bad enough to make me cry but he hadn't been able to get it out of me yet. No matter how much he coaxed me to tell him.

'Oh yeah? Where is it then?' His eyes glittered in suspicion and my heart fluttered with hope as I thought Yes, Go Merle!

'Ya got me there. Thought I could put off tellin' ya for a few hours at least. Let ya have some peace of mind a little longer.' Dad admitted, shrugging his shoulders.

'Tell me what?'

'Truth is...somethin's happened to ya brother, something real bad and I'm jus' comfortin' him. Found him here, cryin' his little heart out on the floor. He was hidin' in here, poor boy.'

Dad's big body was shielding most of me from view as I tried to get my breath back and calm down.

'What's wrong with him? Why's he shakin' like that and his eyes red?' He peeked over dad's shoulder at me, and frowned; 'Shit, he looks fuckin' terrified.' I could tell that Merle remained unconvinced. 'What happened?'

'Daryl was attacked...by that sick fuck of a teacher. Again.'

'No, that's not...' I opened my mouth and started to protest but Dad tightened his grip around me in silent warning to keep my mouth shut while they talked about me as if I wasn't there. But to Merle, it must have looked like he was just comforting me and to complete the act, the asshole even stroked my cheek, before running his fingers through my hair just like he had right before he did me. I couldn't help myself from recoiling from him, no matter how angry that made him but my strange reaction didn't go unnoticed by my big brother, though.

'Tell me what happened. And why are ya touchin' him like that for? He clearly doesn't want ya to...'

'Never ya mind that, son. The sick fuck... no wonder he don't want to be touched. Look at him, bastard made him fear and doubt his own father!' His voice rose in apparent outrage. 'Jus' doin' my damn best to comfort him. I was walking in the woods behind ya school when I saw that lowlife teacher and ya brother but I came too late, damage was already done, damn it. Bastard's had him since ya left last time!'

'What! It went on for a month? Must've threatened him.' Merle inhaled in shock and got closer to examine me properly and even though I tried to pretend I was OK; he was worried enough to nudge our father out of the way.

'What happened to ya, baby brother?'

My tongue tripped over itself in panic, leaving me tongue-tied before my father cut in.

'Ya seen these?' He asked my brother. Then, to my horror he lifted up my shirt and pulled down my pants to reveal the top of my black boxers to point out his own fingerprints standing out in their glory on my pale skin. 'Weren't gentle with him neither, the sadistic piece of shit.'

Merle visibly cringed back at those red marks, and uncharacteristically ran his hand through his hair as if he was nervous. But no, that wasn't it, I soon realized. He was just murderously angry and I feared for Mr. Rogers' life, who after had done his best to try and help me. His fury was so overwhelming that he could barely speak – well apart from the 'Fucks' and 'Jesus H. Christ's' that kept coming out of his mouth.

He stared at us in silence for a few seconds as if waiting for an explanation that never came. Before he lost it and bellowed:

'WHO DID IT TO HIM?'

Involuntarily I flinched in my father's arms. I don't know if it was him trying to creep me out just then, or if he really wanted to show some affection when he stroked my arm.

'Get the fuck off of me!' I hissed and tried to get free.

'Shh, it's just me, no need to be afraid, son.'

In frustration I kicked at him and Merle grabbed me and lifted me up easily as a child and sat me up on top of the very washing machine my father had just fucked me against.

I winced and the tears spilled over due to the pain, disgust and frustration at having such a conniving bastard for a father.

My big brother got in between my legs then and tilted my chin up.

'Ya know I hate to see ya cry.' He wiped away my tears with his thumbs and I didn't flinch back like I did with Dad, but stared back at him in a moment of pure surprise. Merle didn't do things like that! I could sense my father's eyes also goggling in shock. That single gesture probably set off all his sick fantasies about us.

'He hurt ya? Tell me his name.' My brother persisted.

I violently shook my head, deliberately ignoring my father's glare of warning promising me all kinds of hell if I didn't back up his story.

'No-one hurt me. He didn't...' I managed to get out before Dad interrupted me again.

'Ya see, son? Bastard's got him good and terrified, even lying to cover up for him.'

Merle growled before his expression softened in concern as he held me there. 'I'm sorry this happened to ya, little brother. Just tell me who it was and I won't ever bring it up again.' He held me gently by the tops of my arms and with his eyes.

'I'll tell ya.' Dad offered.

'Merle, I…I can't!'. I protested.

'Sure, ya can. Just give me the name.'

'He won't tell ya, son. Reckon the sick fuck's got him too scared to speak, lucky I caught the bastard red-handed. Give him to me.' The bastard stretched out his hands greedily towards me and I cursed Merle because he didn't see!

I could only look at Merle pleadingly and cling to him, silently begging him not to give me back to our father with my eyes.

'It's OK.' Merle ruffled my hair before he picked me up again like I weighed nothing and handed me over to Dad who immediately drew me back against him. I couldn't believe he was falling for Dad's bullshit and besides, I was angry at how both of them were passing me between them like some troublesome package and talking over my head.

'Get off me!' I kicked out at Dad, emboldened now that Merle was there. I knew Dad wouldn't dare do anything in front of him.

'Sh...sh...' Dad pulled his arms tighter around me and squeezed me again in warning to keep my mouth shut. It's OK...I know what he did and he's gonna pay. Ain't he, Merle? Promise me ya'll make 'im...Jus' like the other one.' I caught the meaningful look that passed between them.

'He weren't nothin' like Mike! He was kind to me! Please don't kill him!'

Dad brushed back my fringe from off my face then. 'Fuckin' Stockholm syndrome…' He spat and shrugged his shoulders at my brother.

'It's OK. He messed with ya head.' He crooned in my ear and I felt my stomach heave.

I couldn't believe this shit and struggled and protested while the bastard played the role of a caring father to perfection. Holding me and stroking my hair soothingly while I flinched and shuddered away from him. 'It was the math teacher...Rogers. I believe ya had him too. The sick fuck. Didn't do nothin' to you, son, I hope?'

'Rogers? So, he was this 'friend' you were staying with? It was him after all...? Of course, it was. No! Never laid a finger on me. Wouldn't fuckin' dare. Should've known he'd hit on Daryl, though! Pervert likes the pretty boys.' My brother spat, barely able to speak in his anger that only seemed to increase by the minute. I knew if he found my teacher, he'd kill him, no hesitation.

'Merle! Don't! Keep tellin' ya it weren't him...' I fought to get free of my father but he only hushed me and held me closer to him.

'No doubt somebody will know his address...' The clever bastard prompted my brother. Both of them were acting like I wasn't there and I felt the urge to scream the truth. Tell Merle it was the bastard in the room with us who'd made those bruises on my hips. Now was my chance.

But all my previous doubts stopped me. Would Merle believe me? No doubt our father would twist the truth and manipulate him. Then he would punish me even more next time we were alone. He had a hold over Merle, I knew that.

I couldn't tell my brother what our father was doing to me, not even to save my teacher.

Not like that...he had to catch Dad in the act.

'I know where he lives, think it's about time I pay Mr. Carl fuckin' Rogers a little visit he won't forget. What I should have done a long time ago but he wouldn't tell us.' He looked at me almost accusingly.

'Merle, no! Don't listen to Dad! It weren't him!' My father gave my buttocks a painful pinch but I ignored it.

'Ya see how he's got to him? Poor boy doesn't want his teacher to get into trouble. Even after what he did.'

'No, don't hurt him. Leave him alone!'

'Shut up.' Dad hissed into my ear, too quiet for him to hear. 'He don't hardly know what he's sayin'. Go do what ya gotta do, son, with my blessin', Merle.'

'No, Merle. Come back! Please!'

I saw my brother turn to leave without taking any notice or more likely, his bloodthirsty rage had turned him suddenly deaf. Minutes later, we both heard his bike roar off into the distance.

'I said 'Shut the fuck up, boy and let him go' unless ya want me to pull down ya pants and punish ya again.' My father threatened in my ear as soon as Merle was gone when I tried desperately to escape his grip on me and get up to stop my big brother from killing Rogers but I didn't have the key – that bastard did. Just like I could never stop Dad, I was powerless now.

'Stay still – jus' let me hold ya awhile and let ya brother deal with that pervert. Ya movin' around in my lap is turnin' me on again and I know ya don't want that.'

'No, I'm sorry...Didn't mean to...' I lowered my head submissively and immediately stopped struggling.

'Good boy.' He praised – rare for him and stroked my arm.

Merle had bought the bastard's story. Swallowed it whole – hook, line and sinker even as I was forced to suffer Dad's embrace and caresses. Now he was gently kissing and nibbling the back of my neck and my throat while he held me to his chest with both arms wrapped around me loosely.

'Did he hurt ya, baby?' He murmured against my hair. 'Did he do this?'

I could barely stomach it without throwing up when he didn't stop touching me as he kept me pinned.

'It's OK. Tell Daddy what the bad man did.' He mumbled but I didn't answer and kept as still as I could. It wasn't like he really cared anyway, was probably imagining Rogers was like him and fantasising about him forcing me like he did. I wasn't about to add fuel to his fire.

Therefore, I was left to endure his touches in stubborn silence.

After a while of this, he snaked one hand up under my shirt but at least he was being gentle for once. I almost didn't care as long as he didn't do the other thing – besides, I was petrified for my teacher. Maybe he was a pervert with a liking for boys who were too young but he'd never hurt me or treated me like my father had. I instinctively knew he hadn't really hurt anyone – none of the other boys either. He wasn't a pervert like they said.

Back then, I failed to include the psychological damage he did – to the student who killed himself, for instance.

Dad could be very convincing when he wanted to be. I realised that he would always fall back on the teacher who abused me to explain my weird behavior with him. And he'd got rid of the last person I could run away too. It was a win-win situation for him was the last thought I had before everything went dark and I fainted.

The only thing that my mind could focus on when I came to was that I was in my father's arms. I scrambled away from him as fast as my body allowed. He let me go but he was smiling in a that hateful, self-satisfied way that put me on red alert immediately. He confirmed the reason for his happiness when he spoke, barely able to hold back his laughter:

'Well ya big brother was out of here like a shot...wouldn't want to be in your teacher's shoes when Merle gets a hold of him. Murder he wrote, never seen him like that...well, once before maybe...'

I looked at him in confusion. 'He never touched me! Why did ya tell him he did, ya bastard?'

'He would've figured it out eventually anyway, stupid. It's obvious someone's been at ya and I had to tell him somethin'. Besides, it's only a matter of time before he saw those bruises on ya hips for himself, especially if…' He chuckled at me with twinkling eyes.

'Especially if what?'

He held himself excitedly and I knew he was having his own private joke at my expense but I wasn't let in on the secret. 'What I meant is that there's only way to get bruises on ya oh-so-sweet hips like those.'

'Why would he look there for?'

He chuckled and shook his head at my innocence 'Oh, baby…I ain't gonna tell ya if ya don't know yet. Besides, all it would take is for ya to get out of the shower without ya towel, ya could forget.' He eyed me up and down sleazily slow and I shuddered at the thought that he might be getting hard for me again.

'Believe me I would never forget. Not with you around! Anyway, we've seen each other naked loads of times – he's my brother for fuck's sake.'

He sniggered at that and shook his head. 'Not like that, ya ain't. Just give it time. He won't be long now.'

I frowned, confused and disturbed by his weird innuendos. Not understanding what he meant. Or maybe not wanting to.

'Can I go up and have a shower?' I asked him hopefully.

'No. Not while we're havin' such fun!'

I shuddered. I couldn't help notice what he was implying. What he'd want soon.

Yet he didn't make a move towards me but settled on glancing at his wristwatch instead.

'He must be there by now. What do ya think he's doing to that teacher of yours, huh? Did ya see the look on his face when he saw those bruises all over his baby brother and where they were? His eyes went almost totally black.'

He scooted over to me while I cringed back against the wall. Cupped my jaw and held me steady as he kissed my cheek before he started to undress me. I didn't even bother to fight him – didn't see the point. The image of Rogers, all bloody and bruised – even mutilated kept coming to mind and I guess I felt guilty. Maybe I deserve to be punished like this.

'Imagine how he would react if he knew it was his own Daddy who put those marks on his sweet little brother?' Dad chuckled.

'He'd fuckin' murder ya, just like he did Mike!' I expected him to get violent but instead he laughed instead, making my blood run cold.

'Yeah, you wish.' He got up and retrieved the lube from under the washer with a broom but carefully made sure that he was always blocking my exit.

Not that it mattered – he had the key anyway.

Daryl

After he'd fucked me into oblivion – I don't know how many more times, he ordered me to go upstairs and have a shower. Clean the blood off and him, so he said but I was alarmed when he followed me. He'd never done that before. After forcing me to walk to the bathroom naked of course. Merle had still not come back and I was in this foggy haze and almost didn't feel anything he'd done to me – I guess that was the upside because I was so worried about Carl. And Merle too – I knew deep down he'd killed Mike but what was murdering people doing to him? Typical of our evil father to make him get his hands dirty instead. And there was always a chance – pretty slim where we lived where people kept their mouths shut in front of the law but still – that he would be caught and sent to jail or worse.

I didn't want him to kill Carl for me.

I wanted him to kill the sick bastard who was supposed to love and protect us.

Daryl

'Oh, come now. Don't be shy. I know ya must be dyin' to wash ya pretty little self clean.' The bastard considerately handed me a sponge and that fucking mint and pineapple (shower gel this time – he'd got the whole range) as I shyly got into the shower stall. Why 'shyly' I had no fucking idea after everything he'd done to me and I cursed him just like I always did but nothing changed.

Resigned, I started frothing myself all up, doing my best to shut him out and pretend he wasn't there.

'Now turn around and let me see ya wash ya slutty ass clean of me.'

'No.'

'What was that? Don't make me angry now, boy. I'm warnin' ya. If ya don't do as you are told, I'll get in and help ya. Would ya like me to? And it'll hurt too – especially as ya must be so sore after the little love-making we did just now. Remember our bath together after ya first time?'

I took in a deep shuddery breath. Nothing was beneath him. 'No! Get lost!'

Feeling humiliated but relieved that he just wanted to watch me and that he ordered me to turn around where I at least could hide my face from him; I braced myself with one hand against the wall and lathered my ass up once more.

'Slide that frothy sponge down between those perfect round cheeks of yours.'

What? I was about to protest but when I heard him approaching the glass, I closed my mouth again. But my hand wouldn't move.

'Do it.' He was now only inches away from me, I knew I had no other option so I did as I was ordered and thankfully, he retreated a little. But not for my benefit, I was sure – probably so he could get a better look at me.

'That's it. Feelin' a bit better now, aren't ya?'

'Fuck you…'

'Now slide ya finger inside ya butthole.'

'What? Ya crazy!'

'I'm happy to do it for ya if ya can't. And believe me, you don't want me to do that.'

I cursed inside, and bit my lip at the pain as I inched one finger in slowly. 'It's the only way for ya to get clean, boy. I ain't doin' this to hurt ya.'

'Yeah right,' I mumbled as my face grew redder by the second.

'Slide in another one, I bet ya still got some of me still left in there.'

I blanched, trying not to vomit at his words as I leaned my forehead against my arm and focused on trying to calm down. His earlier threat of shoving objects up inside me was still there at the back of my mind and just as scary so I reluctantly added the second finger.

'Now move them!' He barked.

'Fuck...' I couldn't help but mutter when I did just that.

There was silence for quite some time, but I felt the tension in the room nonetheless, not to mention the way he was probably smiling as he watched me. And it was true too, of course I could be as gentle as I needed to be with myself.

I jumped when he suddenly spoke again: 'That should be enough. Now turn around to face me again.' I was right, he did have a huge smile on his face.

'Ya should rejoice that ya done gone and worn me out. Even if this is among the hottest things I've ever seen, I can't get myself hard and up for the life of me. But it'll be a nice memory for me, never doubt that. Now, take hold of your balls and start touchin' yaself there for me.'

I stared at him at a loss at what to say. One of my hands obediently reached down and started automatically while the other that should have been gripping my dick remained hanging uselessly at my side.

'Ya didn't say anythin' 'bout this. I just wanna take a shower, is all. You said I could!'

'Don't tell me ya never jerked off in here before, I know ya did.'

'Not with someone watchin' me.' I muttered and stared down at my feet wishing that the ground would swallow me whole.

'I've heard ya little muffled cries before ya know. Get to it, don't matter if ya won't be able to get it up neither, in fact I'm pretty positive ya won't as long as I'm here. But never mind, just do ya best.'

Inwardly I stared daggers at him while I hesitantly curled my fingers around myself. Of course, I wouldn't be able to get an erection, I had nothing to worry about on that score but just the thought of doing it in front of that monster gave me goosebumps. I started off slow, focusing my eyes on the wall to my right.

I closed my eyes picturing myself to be somewhere else and within a few seconds, I really imagined I was on one of those tropical beaches I saw on TV. This worked so well that I failed to notice him until he was opening the shower door and getting in with me. It was quite a large shower – big enough for 2 people. He stroked my lips with one finger before putting it against them, motioning me to be quiet.

'You're doin' good. Just wanted to see if I could get ya to do that. Now I know. By the time we've done this for a while, you'll be able to get it up for me easy whenever I want, just like the little whore ya really are. I'll leave ya to ya shower now, son. And thank-you.'

I stared after him in amazement and my hands stopped moving immediately. He had given me a quick peck on the lips before he walked out, closing both doors behind him.

My legs gave up on me just then and I sank to the tiled floor, breathing fast.

What the fuck just happened here? Obviously, he'd discovered a new way to punish and humiliate me.
Was it all merely about dominance? And what did he mean 'put a show on for him'? I shook my head.

My thoughts kept on spinning, going to Rogers but I quickly put them aside. I just couldn't deal with thinking about him at the moment – it was too painful and I felt responsible for his inevitable death. There wasn't anything I could do to help him, anyway. So, they automatically took a jump to Eric.
Particularly the last time I saw him, how heated things had become so quickly too.

In disbelief I felt my dick twitch, proving that I apparently did like boys. Or at least him and I couldn't help but to mutter, 'Ya got to be kiddin' me…' down at it before I irritably got to my feet. I leaned my head against the wall to relax and try to calm myself down. I don't know how long it would be before Dad came back, banging on the door because I was using too much hot water but I wanted to enjoy this little oasis by myself as long as I could. But my mind was intent on replaying everything and ending it in various different scenarios with Eric in the shower with me, then on into the bedroom which soon made me rock hard instead. I cursed my rebellious member and shot the door a quick glance to make sure I really was alone. I was, but that did nothing to stop me blushing furiously though.

I even managed to block everything else out as I began obeying my father in his absence, the building pleasure superseding everything else but.

But as I was almost about to come, something about Eric in my mind's eye changed, he suddenly got taller and his hands grew and as I looked up, his face morphed into my brother's. I let out a sound of horror and automatically let go of myself to my dick's dismay.

What the fuck?! My heart raced and my chest hitched in panic, while I shook my head. What the hell was wrong with me?

Somehow, my aching hard-on persisted as did the image of Merle in front of me – damn him. Surely, getting hot for my own brother had something to do with what our sick father was doing to me and those weird innuendoes about me and Merle.

I was getting close as I took a deep breath and steeled myself. I groaned shortly afterwards, for sure Merle was still there. The vision was vivid too as he once again replaced Eric. Continuing where he'd left off but now kissing my throat as his hand covered my own down on me as we brought me to my release together. I bit my hand to stifle my moans as my eyes glazed over and I sank down to the tiles with my back against the wall. Then I opened my eyes to see him there for real, looking surprised and amused.

Fuck! How could he be laughing like that and be so cheerful after killing Rogers anyway?

'What the- How the fuck long ya been standin' there, IDIOT?' I yelled at my brother as I hid my face in my hands in embarrassment. Partly it was in shame since he had made a cameo appearance in my fantasy after all. My own brother!

He stood there smirking at me while I belatedly tried to cover myself down there with my hands. Too late. He only laughed and shook his head.

'I wouldn't bother, little brother. Always so shy but it ain't like I haven't seen it all before. Ya my brother, after all.' But he kept his eyes on my face. 'I could hear ya moans from my bedroom – thought ya were in trouble at first 'till I realised what kind they were. Jerk off ones.'

'And ya just had to come here and watch?'

He chuckled and took a few steps closer. 'Ya got nothin' to be embarrassed about. We're men - it's only natural and we need to do it otherwise our balls would shrivel up and die. Ain't hurtin' nobody. Besides, listenin' to ya and watchin' ya made me want to do myself. And that's sayin' somethin'.'

I nearly choked as I stared at him.

'Oh, didn't mean it like that, little brother. You looked like ya were enjoyin' yaself so fuckin' much and after what ya just been through…it made me want to...to… hell, ya know what I mean.'

I snorted at his words, even though if he just gave me one of his rare compliments. Even so I tried to make myself even smaller. 'Ain't got no privacy…'

'Come now, it's just me. Who were ya thinking about when ya were doin' it, huh? A hot chick in ya class, maybe?'

'Merle!' I cried, feeling my cheeks burn at how far off the mark he was. That I apparently wasn't into girls...if he knew that I'd been fantasing about him at the very end… 'Would ya please get the fuck out and give me some privacy?'

'OK, OK, little brother. Don't get all upset. I'm jus' goin'.'

I could hear him chuckling as he left.

Feeling selfish, I suddenly remembered my teacher. 'What did ya do to Carl, Merle? Did ya kill him?' I opened the bathroom door and called out to him in my towel.

He didn't reply, of course.