It's the pity I can't stand
Sidestory: Can't stand false love
Shannon Moore/OC-incest.
Disclaimer- Don't own mikey or his family, tna, or any variation of company or person.
Summary-Side story from it's the pity I can't stand. Mike's childhood was nothing but false love and ill intent from family. This is the events leading up to him being admitted to the world love mental institution, starting from the beginning.
Note: Sorry for the wait but I'm back, and after this chapter is up, it shouldn't be much longer until another chapter of the pains we go through is up. Atleast that's what I'd like to say. My internet went down and this is only getting posted due to my sister who's letting me use her internet jack! (applause for my sister) so I'll be updating as much as possible from my unofficial hiatus and will hopefully have something new to present to every last one of my fans. On that note I'm 18 these days how fun is that! Alright let's get started. HERE COME"S THE HURT AND ANGST!
As Things often do, the incident was forgotten by the bright little boy who continued to smile and laugh and play. Eventually time passed and he grew to be eight years old and things changed immensely but stayed very much the same on the inside.
Little Mike Mizannin grew about two inches and his hair lightened to a dirty blonde, as his cheeks soon became dusted in light brown freckles, yet inside he was still the same old bright eyed, sunny little boy. Mike's father put on another ten pounds, making his beer gut a solid wall of fat. He no longer worked odd jobs, but actually had a dependable job at this point, but even still his satisfaction with his life was void, and still he spent all his time and half his money with the strippers who's name's he still called in bed. Mike's mom also changed, losing the weight she'd thought was the source of her love life issue's and even dressing nicer, while working her new job, promoted as manager of the town store. Still nothing changed inside and she stayed the bitter woman she always was at home.
Unlike the old days though, mike's father's brother Joel came around these days after finding his brother Mike sr. had a young son at a family reunion they had just a few months ago. As well Mike's mother found friends she hadn't seen in years and began to frequent the night seen on the weekends, just like this one.
"Alright Mike's I'm leaving, dinners in the oven, Mikey be good, niceto see you Joel. Bye." She said all in on breath as she left out the door. The two men still sitting on the couch watch the gaming, or at least one of them was while the other feigned attentiveness as he secretly watched Mikey jr. play with his toys in the space between the kitchen and the living room. Joel, Mike's older brother was a millionaire, making money doing lords no what as far as Mike was concerned since the likely hood of him getting any of it was around zero percent. Even still he enjoyed the company of someone who wasn't an embittered old hag or an innocent young boy. As they sat and watched the game they engaged in small talk that often happened between family members who drifted apart. The conversation becoming increasingly more languid and boring the drunker Mike sr. got and with that the older brother became more secure in his thoughts and plans for that night.
"Hey mikey." The elder said, looking over to the younger mike that looked up at him from his position on the floor with a bright smile on his face.
"Yea papa?" He asked.
"Put your toys away and get to bed its pretty late ok."
"Ok!" he said smiling and standing up hurriedly to put all his toys away and retreat to his room. Before he did that though he ran up to his father, and gave him a big hug, to which his father responded halfheartedly, then did he same to his uncle who replied to it a little over enthusiastically, the ever innocent and naive mikey didn't notice it's significance at the time though.
After the youngest Mizanin left the room the two men settled back into the silence, the older of the two catching a devious gleam in his eye.
Joel Mizanin is a badman. His riches were no accident, god given gift, or talent driven reward for all his hard work. His riches came from sneaking, devious planning and stalker like tendencies to follow people just as disgusting and perverted as he was. Oh no, his riches were all planned out through clever trickery, dependency on the kind hearted and well placed photos of men who shared his passions just a little more publically. So Joel was used to scheming and waiting to get what he wanted, and tonight was no different. All those previous times he spent with his moronic brother and his gargantuan wife were all for this night. The beginning of a decade full of secret pleasure and hedonistic debauchery, which would also be the road to destruction for the youngest mizanin.
"That's a sweet boy you got there." Joel said nonchalantly.
"Yea that he is. A little too sweet at times. Don't get me wrong I do love the boy, but he's beyond annoying with his happy go lucky attitude. Sometimes I wish...well nothin'." The younger of the two led off, stopping his rant in fear of saying something to drive the other away. This is the closest he's had to a friend in years, and he didn't wanna drive him away by telling him of his secret little twinge of hate for the overly sunny little boy. Even though he was only eight he was still just a little TOO happy and that bothered the bearer of the seed just a tiny little bit. I mean really! Who's actually happy ALL the time? If ever the boy was sad the father never saw it. This is what piqued Joel's interest. Just another piece of the puzzle that would make Joel's plan even easier to accomplish.
"Wish what? Come on Mike you know you can tell me! I'm not here to judge." 'I'm here for much darker reasons!' The older tried to look as uninterested as he could, subconsciously prompted the other to relax even more than he already was, sleep approaching him like a drunk driver in the streets.
"No no it was nothing really, jus some silly unnecessary musing is all." He said, his' words slurring a little in the end, further convincing the other that he wasn't far from sleep. So the other just hummed to confirm that he heard the other and there was silence from the two for the next ten minutes until he heard a loud snore ripping from his younger as he fell into a deep sleep. An unnaturally large, but completely to his nature, evil smile appeared on the face of the elder. This by far was the easiest thing he's done since his riches had come in.
Silently the elder stood and turned the volume up on the t.v. by just two notches and left for the room he saw the youngest Mizanin disappear into almost fifteen minutes ago. As he silently opened the door he saw that already the boy was asleep, and just as expected with a tiny little smile on his face. A fire stirred in his loins as he silently shut the door and walked across the floor to stand in front of the tiny bed. A slow burning fire spread across his loins as he stared at the little boy with lips so pink he wanted to just gnaw on them. Tonight would be the funnest yet.
Slowly he pulled back the covers that were draped over the little boy and sat on the edge of the bed. He reached out a hand to run through the silky locks of the little boy, over his cheek to run down his neck, stopping at his collarbone. The boy shifted in his sleep, but the older man payed no attention to it, weather the boy was awake or not as a...neglible factor in the night's activities. So he continued to caress the boy over his clothes for just a while longer until he became bored with it and decided it was time to start really satisfying his needs. So he began to unbutton the boys' night shirts and began to run his hand over his prepubescent chest while using his other hand to stroke himself through his pants. The boy continued to rise to consciousness, but didn't fully reach it until he realized he couldn't breathe due to someone else's lips being on his own. On reflex alone he ripped himself away from the larger presence and took a large breath.
Once his vision finally focused in on who the dark fgure was, he realized that it was his uncle, and completely forgetting the fact that his uncle was touching him in an inappropriate place, and neglecting the fact that his night shirt was wide open, he just smiled up at him.
"Hey uncle Joey!" (the young boy completely forgetting that his name was Joel) He said sweetly.
"Hey there little mikey. I see you're finally awake." He said nonchalantly. The calmer he acted the less likely the boy would be to realize something was wrong. At least until it was to late anyways.
"What are you doing here? Did you come to play with me?" He asked excitedly. completely bypassing the evil smile that took over his uncle's face.
"uh-yeah...something like that." Too. Easy.
"Oh cool! what do you want to play?" He asked excitedly, moving to get out of the bed, but being stopped by the hand on his chest, pushing him to lay him down on the bed. For perhaps only the tenth time in his whole eight year old life, little Mikey Mizanin frowned.
"This game doesn't have a name really. It'd more like a task ok?" He nodded his little head, still confused.
"Do you like making people happy mikey?" He asked, easing the menace out of his smile as mikey smiled.
"Yea, but i'm not really good at it. I really wanna make momma and daddy happy when I can." He said, looking thoughtful.
"Well I have a way for you to make not just your mom and dad happy, but also your good ol' uncle." He said. Little mikey just nodded his head, interested in knowing just how he could make everyone so happy.
"Just lay hear, and within the next two or three days, everyone will be really happy I promise. ok?" He asked. Mike nodded again. For the umpteenth time that night, Joel recounted just how easy it was to trick the lower end of his family.
Joel slowly began to remove the littlest mizanin's shirt and his night pants. He stared at the boy for just a moment before he began to remove his boxers as well, admiring the smooth skin beneath and the clean uncut cock that lay limp between his legs. Mike started to become uncomfortable, shifting his legs in anxiousness at having to just lay still. Joel reached his hand out to touch it, but at the last minute decided instead to rest his hand on his thigh and rub it up and down in a calming motion. It didn't really do anything to calm the boy but it did stop his legs from moving. He didn't really understand how any of this was going to help make everyone happy, but he didn't want to ask either incase it did help and uncle joey decided to stop because he was being annoying. So he laid there and let the man continue to rub his hand all over his legs and chest, not moving an inch or making a sound. It wasn't until he felt the large hand wrap around his tiny penis that he got a sinking feeling in his stomach that just maybe his uncle joey was lying to him.
"U-uncle joey, are you sure that this w-will make everyone happy?" He finally asked after he began to feel a suddent stirring in his loins when all the blood started to pull in that specific place. His uncle just stopped his motion and rested his hand on the boys thigh, staring at him with a kid smile.
"I know this seems weird Mikey, but I guarantee that this will help everyone to be MUCH happier!. It's kind of like...cough medicine in a way."
"C-c-cough medicine? What do you mean?" He asked, cocking his head to the side.
"Yea. You know how cough medicine tastes REALLY nasty but it helps right?" Little mikey crunched his eyebrows together and nodded.
"Well this is kind of like cough medicine. It feels really weird, but it'll make thing all better, and everyone will be really happy afterwards, I promise." He said with an innocent smile on his face, with nothing but malice brewing in his eyes. Little Mikey hesitated for just a moment before he nodded his head for his uncle to continue.
After a few more minutes of fondling the little boy, Joel climbed on the bed and unzipped his pants, and in the silence of the room it was the equivalence of the creaky steps in a scary movie. Yet still he stayed completely still, hoping for the best and trusting his uncle.
His uncle fished around in his pants and pulled out his fully erect penis, short and slender, yet still much to large for the activities he planned for the young boy. Then he went to spread the younger boys legs, where he was met with just a little resistance, but one he looked up at the boy he began to spread his legs more willingly. He reached his hand down in-between his butt cheeks and felt for his pucker which immediately clinched up when he touched. The older man nearly moaned at the sensation, imagining how good that would feel around his cock.
Quickly he reached into his pocket for the pack of oil-based lube and rubbed it quickly over the full length of his dick and the remainder on the small pucker of teh little boy. Then he bent in close to the boys face and held a finger to his lips and began to whisper.
"Ok for this next part I need you to be reeeaaaallly quiet ok? You think you can do that for me?" Mikey nodded and sucked his lips into his mouth and bit down on them to make sure he was ready for whatever was coming.
After thinking about what would be best for entering the boy, he put both his hands on each side of his face and put the boys thighs on top of his legs. He positioned his dick right in front of the boys hole and slowly began to push in.
Mikey had NEVER experienced this type of pain before in his young lie, and he'd never experience anything more physically painful again. The more he pushed and ripped into the young boy who was shocked into stillness and silence, the bigger his eyes got.
Mikey had decided that he no longer cared about making ANYONE happy, he just wanted that THING out of him.
Joel noticed that Mikey was beginning to hyperventilate, so he clamped his hand over the boys mouth before he could let loose a shrieking agonizing scream, that just made Joel shiver with more pleasure. The sensual feel of the boy yelling beneath him made him forget to go slow so he slammed the rest of the way into the boy, making him catch his breath and scream even louder behind the hand over his mouth. His tiny hands coming up to beat the body above him.
Joel just ignored it and laid down on top of the boy, squishing him to the bed as he continued to scream behind the hand covering his mouth while Joel just shushed him. Telling him again and again that it was just like cough medicine, and that it would make everyone happy again.
Mikey didn't care.
He didn't care if it made anyone happy, if it made him happy, hell he didn't care if he'd never be happy again he just wanted it to end, because the force behind those thrust was to much for him to handle, yet still it wasn't enough to know him unconscious.
God did take a small mercy on him by making the larger man not last very long, for he was frantically thrusting and then coming not even fifteen minutes after he first began. Still for young Mikey, that was the absolute longest fifteen minutes of his life, and never will time feel as if it had completely stopped that way again.
Joel slowly pulled out of the crying boy and quickly wiped his cock clean and stuffed it back into his pants as the young boy laid motionlessly in bed, sobbing almost silently due to the pain his throat from screaming as loud as he could.
"Just you wait Mikey." He said as if he hadn't just hurt the poor boy and scared him for life.
"Everything thing will be just fine by Monday I'll see you soon ok?" He said, walking out the bedroom, getting all his stuff and then walking out the door, passing the slightly inebriated mother of little Mikey. Saying he had a fantastic time and that Mike sr. had sent the little one to bed already and that he was sound asleep already.
They said their final farewell's, Joel getting in his car, and the mother going into the house. As she went on her way to bed she turned out the lights, turned of the t.v. without even bothering with her husband. She walked don the hallway, not even hearing the tiny sobs and fell into bed for the night. Not even realizing the hell that family would be in for the next day and the evil's she was actually capable of in the future to come.
Alright, so that's that. I think there will be just one extra long chapter next, or i'll break it up for you guys! i hope you enjoyed this sad little tale, and remember that if you or any one you know are experiencing sexual abuse tell some authority or a nurse or a doctor, someone who can help. And if you don't think you have someone like that go to RAINN. org for help.
Other than that R&R. hope you enjoyed. Remember! (puts on an shawl and coke bottle glasses), Granny Gilrean loves you!