It's the pity I can't stand
Sidestory: Can't stand false love
Miz/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.
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Again time passed in the blink of an eye and young Mike Mizanin was eighteen years old, once again laying underneath his uncle for hopefully the last time. Today Mike graduated from high school and his uncle wanted to have on last time with him even though he had him just the week before. So used to the violation he just barely flinched when he was entered without any prep and taken roughly while laying on his back.
He looked all over the room, while his uncle pounded into him, thinking about the party his friends threw him earlier and about how he needed to make sure he submitted the forms for his college classes.
'God how long is this going to take?' Mike thought as his uncle continuously pounded into him, lasting longer than usual. Mike resisted rolling his eyes at the extra effort his uncle seemed to be putting into making this last longer.
A few moments later he felt a firm clammy hand wrap around his dick, in attempt to bring the flaccid organ to life. On occasions his uncle would attempt, to no avail, to arouse the young boy in their many play sessions and each time Mike would just lay their, feeling sickness taking over his stomach as more skin from his uncle touched him than was necessary. Mike hated that, Having his uncle's dick in him was so common place he rarely felt sick or disgusted by it. But whenever he would lay on him, or attempt to touch him in some way, it took every fiber in his being to not throw up the expensive meal he was always fed before hand.
This time, being Mike's last time being forced to lay under his uncle sparked something rebellious in the boy. So without even fully thinking, he took the hand on his still limp member and flung it away. Instant realizing the mistake he made.
For the first time, pretty much ever he looked up in his uncles eyes, the fury there froze him to the core. The next thing he knew, his uncle was slapping and hitting him, momentarily stopping his motion to abuse the boy who had his hand up to cover his face. This made the older Mizanin even angrier, so he grabbed the boy's wrist tight and pushed them down to the bed
"You little bitch!" He whispered into Mike's ear. Thrusting in as hard as he could on the last word, making Mike squeak at the pain.
"Try to show you some compassion and this is what I get? You ungrateful..." He didn't even finish, just claimed the boy's mouth in a harsh open mouthed kiss just because the boy still had his mouth wide open in shock.
This was a new level of abuse Mike wasn't normally introduced to. In fact the last time he'd been forced like that was when he was fifteen and got caught kissing someone he liked. At this point he wanted to be thankful for the bare minimum lube he had been introduced to earlier, but at this time it was beginning to dry up when he needed it most. Mike began to squirm, trying to get away from his uncle, shaking his head from side to side trying to get the slimy tongue in his mouth to go away before he became nauseous, only succeeding in making his uncle more furious. To cease the boys restless movement he released Mike's mouth and took his legs, and pinned them all the way up beside his ears, and pulled all the way out and slammed back in with each thrust. Rocking the boy back and forth to the point were he was constantly rolling back and forth onto his neck.
Now Mike had tears streaming down his face, whimpering each time his uncle pulled out of his now thoroughly abused hole only to lose his breath with each hard thrust in. With the lube now all dried up and his uncles dick now pumping into him harder and faster than usual, he began to tear. A small trail of blood leaked out of his ass and down past his cheeks. Mike sobbed loudly.
"u-un-ckle p-lease I-I'm So-rry!" That was all he could manage to get out past the tears and shortness of breath.
"Oh you're SORRY huh?" He asked, punctuation sorry with a particularly had thrust that pushed Mike up to the point were he was sure he would roll over had the head board not been there to prevent it. Once he'd managed to roll down a little he nodded his head. Again looking up into his uncle's eyes, pleading.
"Fine then." He said ripping his dick out of the boy, making him gasp. Then before mike even had time to completely come crashing down to the bed, his hair was being pulled and he was forced to take his uncle's cock in his mouth, all the way to the hilt in one go. Mike gagged, spitting up around the dick, but had no real time to get used to the feeling before his uncle was fucking his throat almost as hard as he had fucked his ass only minutes ago.
Mike began to sob harder, willing him self not to throw up, but not able to do much else. This continued on for a horrific five minutes before his uncle's hips finally stilled and he forced the acrid juices down his throat all the while sobbing and blubbering much like he did the first time he was raped. After he managed to get down the last load his uncle tossed him down to the bed, still coughing and hacking from the brutal treatment. Long strings of blood and cum dribbling from his lips as he writhed around in pain. His pain went completely ignored by his uncle who had began to wipe off the after maths of his evil deeds and slowly get dressed, harshly scolding the boy who continued to cry uncontrollably.
"All these years and you still cry like it's the first time. honestly! grow up!" He said, hurriedly putting on a fresh white shirt.
"All I've done for your family all the finest things not to mention the connection! you're such a whiny litt- HEY! don't you DARE throw up keep it down or so help me god!"
But he just couldn't keep it in. He would have ran to the bathroom to at least save himself some dignity, but unfortunately the most he could do was turn towards the waste basket beside the bed and try to get all the contents inside.
By the time he had finally stopped dry heaving, his uncle was towering above him, anger deep in his eye.
He'd never been beaten so hard in his life. The bruises and scar tissue his uncle left where in the most private and sensitive of places and full time of recovery for every single injury was about five months.
The emotional pain had yet to even begin to scab over...
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"Mike Mizanin?" the receptionist said. Looking up at the blonde youth who stood before her nervously.
"y-yeah that's me, uh is the dean ready for me now?" He asked, looking unbelievably adorably even with his height and size. Seeing the boys expression, the normally cold receptionist cracked a tiny reassuring smile and nodded her head yes and telling the boy the direction in which the dean was located, in response the boy cracked a tiny smile and ducked his head while walking in the direction that she told him to.
As the young man made the slow descent down the hallway the pit in his stomach only grew larger, while Mike hoped that eventually it would just swallow him whole.
Before he even had time to truly register his actions he had already knocked on the Dean's door and slipped himself inside, taking a seat in the big plushy chair that made him feel even smaller in the presence of the dean.
The dean stood 6'10, and even sitting was still pretty tall, underneath his suit and tie stood his large muscular body that couldn't be completely hidden from the world. His ego and power statutes had to stand at least as tall as him but most likely taller causing young Mizanin to just want to run away, never liking the feeling of being miniscule underneath a man.
"Might as well skip formalities and get down to business..." rumbled the deep voice from the very irate dean. Mike just jumped from shock then slowly nodded.
"You WERE one of our top students Mr. Mizanin. A's in all your classes and even admitted into our honor society. A very prestigious society i might add, that allows you the luxury living by yourself with out distraction to school work. THAT is the purpose of the single room dorms , not have overzealous amounts of recreational sex with other males living in that dormitory Mr. Mizanin."
At this point Mike couldn't even lift his head from the shame he felt, he didn't know what was wrong with him. He just couldn't stop having sex no matter how much he wanted to. Gentle, rough, quick, slow, none of that mattered to him, as long as some one was with him at night, filling that lonely void that formed the moment he left the attentiveness of home. It hurt to hear just how much of a slut he was, but their was nothing he could do but bear it.
"Now I have nothing against your sexual orientation Mike, it's none of my business, but we've been getting frequent noise complaints, some even more than once in the same day, not to mention we noticed that at the times we are getting these complaints, you're supposed to be in class, which would explain your sudden drop in grades. It is at the point were i do feel sorry for acting so late on this because the only thing i can do right now to help you is expulsion." Said the dean with a heavy sigh, feeling the weight of loosing yet another bright wonderful student to the pressures of college.
All mike could think of was how his life was over, going back home to his angry uncle who would surely be enraged to find out that his money was wasted on this boy who didn't even manage to get through a whole year of college before screwing up.
"P-please, there has to be some other way, any other way I'll take it." The young man pleaded, his eye welling up with tears.
The hardened dean, softened under the gaze of the helpless boy, feeling guilty for his lack of attentiveness and inability to prevent this moment. The dean sighed and looked down, unable to look into the boys eyes, feeling evermore like the hard ass that he wasn't. He never liked the idea of having to kick students out or having to lecture them or be to straight forward. While he loved the idea of pushing the young adults to be the best that they could and helping them achieve their goals and get the job of their dreams, this part of his job really made him want to reconsider his job, but it had to be done and their was no putting it off, so with a heavy heart and sagging shoulders he slowly shook his head no, re-looking into the young mans eyes and wishing he hadn't.
The young man in front of him began hyperventilating as fat tear drops slowly dribbled down his cheeks.
it was over.
His whole life was over, his brand new start was over, his happiness was over...
He's have to return back to his uncle and never be able to get from under his thumb...
...unless.
"Dean Griffiths please...I'll do anything to stay i mean it. I'm very talented sir theirs got to be something you could need me for." Mike clasped his hand together before him and leaned onto the desk.
Not sensing something right in the youth, the dean leaned back in the chair and again shook his head noticing the hopeful and yet resigned look that Mike now had in his eyes.
"I'm sorry Mike I can-"
"Please don't say that! there's got to be something! anything! I can...even do that..." Said Mike, looking away from the deans eyes and down at his shaking hands.
"That?" Questioned the dean, hoping to god that he wasn't hearing what he thought he was hearing. To his horror the youth looked back up at him, and then slowly stood to walk around the desk to kneel next to him.
"You know what I mean...I'm good w-with my mouth and...I can be as quiet as a mouse or as loud as you want if need be I promise!" Said the you, grabbing hold of the deans hand who continued to just stare in horror at the blue eyed boy. Unfortunately the you took it to mean he still had a chance.
"I-i know you probably don't like boys but...i can just lay on my stomach...you won't even-"
"NO! no no, just...just stop talking ok i don't know what's going on right now but- Michael!" the deans eyes shot open as he felt hands on his pant begin to unzip him. Quickly he covered the youths hands and backed up as far as he could. While keeping the confused youth in hand he eyed the boy, noting the ever growing desperation in he slowly rose, making the boys hands go up above his head while he continued to stay on his knees, never taking his eyes of the dean.
"What's going on? why are you doing this?" At that question the youth dropped his head and looked away, his arms going limp in the deans hands.
It was silent for some time until finally the dean, with a heavy heart, dropped down on his knees and let go of the boys hands to grab hold of his chin and forced him to look at him.
"I KNOW this isn't you Mizanin. What's going on? why are you doing this are you ill?"
Mike only put his head down, of all the years, all the torture and pain he was subjected to and the false love he was given for it, he never once had a person if he was ok. No one ever looked at him with such worry and sincerity in their eyes. He could never speak up willingly, if he ever did just by instinct he knew life would get worse so his only choice was for someone else to notice.
No one ever did.
His mask was to good. They couldn't see past it and no one ever got to see the real hurt the boy was in. So perhaps his being expelled was a a god send. He finally got something he never knew he'd need to begin heeling. Compassion.
At this point, the boy was sobbing uncontrollably on the Deans shoulder, blubbering and getting his fancy suit wet with his tears. At some point the truth began coming out. He told his story from the very first time his mother smacked him just for trying to be nice all the way up to the time were he had been violently raped and abused by his uncle for the last time.
Staying strong was the hardest thing the dean ever had to do and multiple times he had to force back tears and nausea just to continue holding the boy through out this difficult story. and when it was finally over the dean could only hold the boy for a few more minuted before he decided it was time to take action.
"That's...that's quite the thing to live through Mike."
The blonde only sniffled and held tighter to the dean.
"I'm so glad that you lived through that you even made it this far, but just going forward isn't going to help you. You need to slow down and stop, get help for what happened to you. You're behavior isn't normal and it shows signs of trauma from your formal life. I want to have you treated at an institution, if you go and get better I'll work with the college to get you re-admitted I just need you to do this first for me or unfortunately you'll just be expelled."
The blonde just nodded his head, ready to get a new lease on life with the help of the only person to ever actually show him any ounce of true compassion.
Just days later he found himself in the warm and welcoming embrace of world-love mental hospital on the slow road to recovery.
so yea hope my first slightly twisted tale was as enjoyable for you as it wasn't for poor mikey. but now he's cuter and more loved! catch you at the next flashback story! i'm thinkin'...Randy! i'm open to suggestions! not to mention a sequel!
p.s. I know the time frame of recovery from something like that isn't realistic, but yea it's just a story so...yea.
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