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A to Z - 4. Catastrophe

WARNING: This chapter contains graphic violence, abuse, and sexual assault. Read with appropriate caution.

THE Wednesday

(undated entry)

Hurts. Hurts so bad. Everything just fucking hurts. No Dad. For how long? Days – I don’t know. Hungry. Tired. And so cold. Somebody finds this – Dad did this to me. Remember.

 

(undated entry)

The shit has really hit the fan now.

Good news: Dad hasn’t been home for two, maybe three days. At least, I don’t think so.

Bad news: he disappeared after just about killing me. I can’t even write about it right now. I’m cold. I’m tired. But I’m alive, and I guess that’s something.

 

(undated entry)

I need to write down what happened before I do anything else. I need to tell it, even if it's just to these silly pages for myself. .

I think it was Wednesday, at least that's what I remember it was. Gym class. I got to the locker room early hoping to avoid you-know-who, but no luck. James fucking Ackerman was there, waiting for me. As I went to my locker, he grabbed my arm, and twisted it behind my back. My face got mushed up against the cold metal. I looked around, hoping for a rescue.

“What did I tell you, ratface? You don’t get to share the locker room with real men. Don’t you ever listen to what I tell you? Huh?”

I could hear him breathing hard in my ear. He jabbed an elbow in my back and ground my cheek a little harder into the row of lockers. I tried to squirm away, but it was no use at all.

“Listen, you little shit, you have to pay a penalty for coming in here. Get that?”

There was the rustle of clothing. Another hard shove against the wall. My breath was squeezed out of my lungs. Then a hard kick in the back of my knee sent me down to the floor. There was serious pain there. James must have taken lessons from my Dad. I felt a hand roughly spin me around, and another grab my hair. Damned if he didn’t almost tear it out by the roots. My head was pulled back. I was shocked. James had his pants down, his dick exposed, long and thick and hard.

“You know you want it. You’re gonna suck it. Now.”

“No! Get off of me!”

I tried to be loud. I shook my head, tried to break away, but he held on tight. I got slapped really hard right then, and I went still.

“Shut up, ratface,” he hissed. “Now, suck it!” He tried to smack my face with his dick.

I shook my head. Sure, I’d thought about sucking off another guy. I'd even fantasized about getting a chance to suck a dick that size. James had all the right equipment. The problem was that it was attached to James. Under different circumstances, I might have been grateful to let James Ackerman be my first blowjob, but not like this. And then, it seemed that the miracle I’d been praying for happened. The door to the coaches’ office opened and out stepped Mr. Harney, one of the Gym teachers.

“What the hell is going on here?”

The teacher’s voice was loud and clear.

Ackerman dropped my hair and tried to bolt, but his pants betrayed him. He couldn’t move fast enough to avoid being grabbed in Mr. Harney’s vice-like grip. I was saved.

“OK, you two, we’re going to the office. Right this minute.”

I was too stunned to protest as we were marched down the hall. This wasn’t my fault. I’d been attacked.

In the office, we sat while Mr. Harney spoke to the principal alone. I looked at the door, numbly reading the nameplate: Dr. Herbert Messersmith. James looked like pure hatred when he glanced at me.

“Mr. Ackerman. In here.” The principal beckoned. I looked up. “You wait there, Mr. uh…” he faltered.

“Ericsson,” I volunteered. “Stefan Ericsson. This kid – "

The principal held up a hand. “OK, Ericsson, just wait. It will be your turn in a minute.” The door closed behind James as he went in.

I was beginning to get a very bad feeling about this.

It was probably only a few minutes later that James came out. He scowled angrily in my direction and strode out the office door.

The principal followed him out and looked down at me coldly.

“Mr. Ericsson? Come into my office.”

I rose slowly and walked into the office. Dr. Messersmith indicated a chair. I sat.

The principal cleared his throat uncomfortably.

“Mr. Ericsson – er – Steven…” He didn’t get my name right, either. He continued, “Mr. Harney reported to me a serious incident between you and James Ackerman in the locker rooms this morning. Is there anything you want to say?”

I could think of a million things to tell him. Like how James has been bullying me for the past few weeks. How he attacked me in the lockers, twice. How humiliating it was to be smacked around, forced to my knees and nearly made to suck his dick. My mouth was dry, and my tongue seemed glued to the top of my mouth. I tried to speak, but nothing came out; just tears beginning to run out of the corners of my eyes.

“This is a shameful thing, Steven, you understand? We can’t tolerate this kind of thing in school.”

He paused, obviously waiting for a response from me. I nodded, but I still couldn’t find my voice. He cleared his throat again.

“You may have feelings for another boy, Steven. That’s OK. But you can’t act on them here. Not in school. We have rules on that in school, for everyone. Not just boys…er…in your situation.”

It was all so unfair. My situation? My situation was that I was getting beaten, threatened and assaulted. So I like boys. Nobody knows that – and I sure as hell don’t like James fucking Ackerman.

“But it wasn’t like that.” I looked up at Dr. Messersmith, my voice finally cracking to life.

“No? You mean you and James aren’t, um…involved?”

Involved? He was a bully, not a boyfriend.

“No. We’re not friends. Not like that.”

Dr. Messersmith looked at me as if I was a maggot he’d discovered in his breakfast cereal. He shook his head.

“Ugh. So it’s just you doing that in the lockers for anyone who comes by. Really.”

Now it was my turn to be shocked.

“I don’t do that –" I spluttered, but I was cut off.

“Well, obviously, you actually are doing that. Mr. Harney was quite clear about it. Now, really, if you haven’t got anything else to say for yourself, you can wait in the outer office for your father to arrive. You’re going to be suspended from school for the remainder of the week, and I’m going to suggest to your father that he get you some counseling. As I said, I don’t care if you are, um - that way – but you need to learn to avoid the kind of high-risk behavior we saw today.”

With that, he motioned me to the door.

I rose to my feet, with my heart in my throat. I was going to puke. Dad. I’d forgotten about him. Dad was on his way to the office. Here. This was not going to be good. If I was lucky, he’d just hustle me out of school, give me a thrashing and go back to work. That was something to hope for.

I shuffled out to a seat across from the secretaries and sat down. I didn’t have that long to wait. Dad stormed into the office a little while later, his face as black as thunder. He was so mad, I don’t think he even saw me at first.

He walked up to the secretaries’ station. The secretary at the desk visibly cringed, Dad was that scary.

“I’m Gunnar Ericsson.”

Dad spoke in a barely controlled whisper, the voice he used when he was most dangerous. His tone hardly concealed his rage.

The secretary pointed over at me, and Dad turned to look in my direction. His eyes narrowed, and he expelled a heavy breath out of his nose. He took a step closer. I expected Dad to take a swing at me, but the principal opened his door at that moment, so we’ll never know what he might have done.

“Mr. Ericsson?”

Dad turned at the sound of his name.

“Mr. Ericsson, won’t you step into my office for a moment, please?”

Dad steamed into Dr. Messersmith’s office, and the door shut. My heart sank. I heard voices through the door, but I couldn’t make anything out. I didn’t really need to; whatever the principal said would piss Dad off.

It didn’t take much time for them to conclude their business. The door to the principal’s office opened, and Dad walked out, his fists balled at his side. He didn’t say a word to me – he simply gestured with his head to get out the door.

I gathered my backpack, got up and followed Dad outside, down the steps and into the parking lot where his truck was parked. He didn’t say a word.

Dad unlocked the passenger door and opened it. He motioned for me to get in. Dad went around and slid into the driver's seat, slamming the door shut. Still nothing from Dad, but he was clearly pissed off.

The engine roared to life, and Dad drove off.

I thought he’d drive towards home, but that wasn’t the direction he took. We were headed east, out of town, in the direction of the quarry where he worked. Once the buildings and houses thinned out, the truck slowed, and Dad pulled onto a side road he must have known about. After a hundred feet, it narrowed to a single lane dirt track.

Dad stopped the truck in the middle of the road, without pulling over. He wasn’t expecting company.

Dad got out, walked around, and opened my door. He spoke one word.

“Out.”

I hesitated. Another mistake. Dad grabbed my collar and hauled me out of the cab.

“I said OUT, damn you!” The silence was broken. The last words were a roar. I was propelled out in front of the truck and spun around with my back to the grille.

Dad fisted the front of my jacket, lifting me up so he could look into my face. I trembled, scared shitless about what might happen next. I didn’t have to wait long.

“You little shit.”

On the word shit, Dad brought his knee to my groin with every ounce of his pent up rage. I doubled over.

“Not only are you a disobedient, worthless, witless, ignorant, useless excuse for a boy, you’re not even a boy at all,” he stormed, each insult punctuated with a vicious blow to the gut; he paused, breathing heavily, and I sank to my knees.

“In fact," he continued, “I had to be called down out of work to hear from your principal that you’re a stinking faggot.”

On this last word, his steel-toed work boot crashed into the side of my head.

I went dizzy, but I remember him hitting me again and again. I think I remember being tossed into the bed of the pickup. I do know that when we got home, Dad dragged me out over the tailgate, cracking my jaw on the way over.

By then, I was awake enough to realize I was being carried into the house and across the kitchen. The cellar door was flung open. With a grunt, Dad literally hurled me down the steps into the basement. I felt the sting of my backpack hitting my head; Dad had thrown it down the stairs. Now the sound of heavy feet descended. Light streamed down from the kitchen. Hands grabbed my ankle. Dad dragged me by the foot over to the workbench.

Dad had given me this punishment for my stupidity many times before; he has a short chain with an old iron leg cuff anchored to the workbench. It took just a couple of seconds for him to cuff my right ankle and lock the padlock. One carefully placed kick to the midsection later, and he was on his way up the stairs. The door slammed shut.

Darkness.

This is what I remember of the worst Wednesday I've ever lived. There's more... but I'm exhausted. The rest can wait, I think. Tomorrow.

em>Thanks again to Craftingmom or her excellent and unflagging editing.
Reviews of any sort are most welcome.
Copyright © 2016 Parker Owens; All Rights Reserved.
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  On 1/4/2017 at 5:58 PM, northie said:

Even knowing how the story ends doesn't lessen the gut-wrenching, appalled feelings. My eyes were glued to the page - I've read it before but Stefan's dread and the sickening violence just transfixed me.

 

And, of course, the worst thing is - these dramas are played out regularly in the real world. Despite all the protections, social workers and others.

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You're right...this kind of horrid drama is hardly news anymore. Poor Stefan is simply the unhappy target of Gunnar's endless and unstinting rage, made worse by his being James Ackerman's victim, too. And all the principal can do is treat poor Stefan with distaste. How awful.

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  On 3/15/2021 at 5:28 AM, chris191070 said:

Poor Stefan. So must injustice in this chapter, The school, James and his father are all as bad as each other at the moment.

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What's so hard is that, while Stefan's story is fiction, there are news reports of kids who really do undergo abuse like this. Like him, they feel entirely alone in their misery. His journal is his only means of escape. I'm grateful you've hung on so far through Stefan's darkness.

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  On 10/5/2015 at 10:21 PM, spikey582 said:

I'm kind of wondering how much more you're going to pile on in this story. Trying to read with an open mind. I can believe his father is that abusive, that rings all too true. But it's just getting to a point where I'm trying to figure out how absolutely nobody exhibits any normal, rational, empathetic behavior in this story. The kid was very nearly sexually assaulted, and nobody bothered to check to see his side of the story? I mean with the assault the bully was inflicting, there'd be visual evidence galore. His face slammed against lockers and the violent slapping? Those leave marks. Nobody would ask a question like how'd you get all this bruising on your face? Why is literally every person the main character encounters an apparent sociopath?

 

Stretching credibity here quite a bit.

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Jock/Locker room culture: Ackerman, the coach (not teacher), the principal, and NOT Stefan. Ackerman is known by name, while no one even seems to know Stefan's.

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  On 9/5/2021 at 3:12 PM, BlueWindBoy said:

Jock/Locker room culture: Ackerman, the coach (not teacher), the principal, and NOT Stefan. Ackerman is known by name, while no one even seems to know Stefan's.

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I’d agree that Spikey had a reasonable  point. Yet, just as it’s possible (though improbable) for multiple safety system mechanisms to fail in a billion dollar spacecraft, it’s also possible for multiple so-called responsible adults to fail in learning to know one priceless teenager. Ackerman’s value as a jock seems to outweigh any intrinsic worth Stefan may possess. 

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  On 9/21/2022 at 1:58 AM, CincyKris said:

I'm desperately hoping that this brutality is the beginning of Stefan's escape from his father! He's going to have to extremely strong to recover from this.

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Stefan has been beaten and chained up before; but this violence seems like something new. He has had to learn resilience, and to live within the borders of himself to keep his sanity. His father has made it increasingly hard to do so. And now this. Thank you for braving these first dark chapters with Stefan. 

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  On 2/5/2023 at 11:32 PM, Dickbrokemyheart said:

Nah this is too dark for my taste.

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I agree this part of the story is dark but trust me if you stick with it you won't regret it.

I know of a reader who left the story only to come back later finish it and leave a 5 star review. I am curious how many readers left around this point never to come back? It's their loss. I hope you reconsider

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  On 2/5/2023 at 11:32 PM, Dickbrokemyheart said:

Nah this is too dark for my taste.

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  On 2/6/2023 at 2:11 AM, Parker Owens said:

Thanks for trying out the story. I appreciate that. 

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  On 2/6/2023 at 12:10 AM, weinerdog said:

I agree this part of the story is dark but trust me if you stick with it you won't regret it.

I know of a reader who left the story only to come back later finish it and leave a 5 star review. I am curious how many readers left around this point never to come back? It's their loss. I hope you reconsider

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@Dickbrokemyheart, I had big problems reading these chapters also.  I read thru to chapter 5, then took a break.  Starting again with chapter 6 things gradually got lighter and easier to read.  Each chapter began to bring more positive events and happiness to Stefan.  The ending was beautiful.  I gave the book a 5 star review.  Taking a break is something I do occasional.  I have had to do this with other great GA authors whose characters I became very bonded to.  Hopefully after a few days or weeks you might want to come back to this.  Best wishes.

Terry

 

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  On 10/5/2015 at 10:21 PM, spike382 said:

I'm kind of wondering how much more you're going to pile on in this story. Trying to read with an open mind. I can believe his father is that abusive, that rings all too true. But it's just getting to a point where I'm trying to figure out how absolutely nobody exhibits any normal, rational, empathetic behavior in this story. The kid was very nearly sexually assaulted, and nobody bothered to check to see his side of the story? I mean with the assault the bully was inflicting, there'd be visual evidence galore. His face slammed against lockers and the violent slapping? Those leave marks. Nobody would ask a question like how'd you get all this bruising on your face? Why is literally every person the main character encounters an apparent sociopath?

 

Stretching credibity here quite a bit.

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I disagree but I get where you’re coming from. The principal is going on the word of the coach who may or may not have a biased view of the abuse I. The locker room. How did he not see Stefan’s hair in his fist? I don’t know but it’s possible he assumed it was in the “throws of lust” vs forced. He may have deliberately decided to cover for the other student. Especially if he’s a star athlete for that coach. It’s also very telling on the principal not to verify both sides and there’s so telling whether he deliberately ignored some glaring facts as well as not giving Stefan a true chance to speak his side. There should’ve been a counselor there as well as the principal but it definitely seems some self serving interests are going on here . 

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  On 11/30/2023 at 2:09 PM, SilentandBroken said:

As for the father..I can’t .. I don’t have words for his behavior. Well except that I’m not surprised. He’ll be there for the duration of his suspension unless his dad wants him to cook for him. Frankly, if I were Stefan, I might poison the food at this point.

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The principal may simply prefer to take the side of the kid who appears to be stronger and presents less trouble. The father on the other hand, is beyond horror. Yet I took some of this account from news stories - things like this (and worse) happen to kids in this country, even today. Thanks very much for continuing to read and comment. 

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  On 12/1/2023 at 3:32 AM, Parker Owens said:

The principal may simply prefer to take the side of the kid who appears to be stronger and presents less trouble. The father on the other hand, is beyond horror. Yet I took some of this account from news stories - things like this (and worse) happen to kids in this country, even today. Thanks very much for continuing to read and comment. 

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Sadly they do. Humans can be so cruel to one another.

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