Will K 1

Author: plugged
Title: Will K 1
Date: 28 August 2007

I had been a bit of lad as long as I could remember, my parents even
waited patiently for me to outgrow "the phase".
I wasn't therefore unduly worried as my current stretch in a YOI (Young
offenders Institution)came to an end. I would be totally free of
course as I had completed the whole eighteen months, (usually about half the
sentence was all you had to do before earning freedom),due to the fact
that I couldn't keep my head down and mouth shut. Always in trouble as
usual meant I didn't get any time off.
Anyway I'd be home in time for my sixteenth birthday, then probably
sign on the dole till I could get some sort of job to keep the oldies off
my back and get on with my life.

I got into the van that would drop me and the other guys being released
at the rail station in the nearby village where we could exchange the
travel warrant for a ticket to get us to our home towns. To say I was
pissed was mild, Dad or my older brother could have picked me up, they
had done twice before and they bloody knew I was getting out this
morning. I had phoned my parents last night but got no reply so just assumed
they hadn't got back from their holiday on time. Hope they fucking
enjoyed it as I intended to work a guilt trip on them for not picking me
up.

"I should fucking think so!" I snarled at my brother as he took my bag
of belongings and led me to the car.
Poor fucker, three years older but always trying to please or rather
placate me. All he had said was Dad and Mum told him to pick me up at the
station. Always did as he was told 'our Johnny'.

He just shrugged and mumbled something about me no changing much since
I was 'away'.

"Where the fuck are we going anyway?" I asked as he turned in the
opposite direction I expected him to take.

"Well, You're not going to like this, but Dad has arranged a job for
you and I've to take you there."

I sneered,"Yeah like I'm gonna start a job in the middle of the
afternoon after travelling halfway across the country in a bloody van and
train. Just take me home and you can take me to see if this job is suitable
later on in the week."

"Can't. The oldies won't be back from holidays for another couple of
weeks and your new position is live in."

I ranted and raved for the next ten minutes about everything and
nothing so John stopped trying to explain stuff to me, (obviously Dad had
given him a speech to deliver!)

He pulled into a layby, which made me realise we were heading into the
country away from home, reached over the back and pulled a bag through
which he dumped in my lap.
"Maybe that'll keep you quiet."

"Take more than a packet of fags and a bottle of lemonade, what about
some spending money?"

He laughed. "That won't work no more, everybody knows what horny little
convicts do when they're locked up and they won't believe anything you
say anyway! Or maybe that should be interested in what you say."

"So my little con get your head down and I'll let you have a drink and
fag break if you do a good job. No had much recently as Katy is
pregnant."

I looked at him grabbing his crotch, the bulge showing through his
jeans and coveralls.

I was stunned! This wasn't the good natured, long suffering brother I
had manipulated for most of my life.

I tilted the lemonade bottle and choked a bit as the laced drink burned
at my throat. I grinned, at least he had added some lemonade to the
vodka. We sat in silence, him occasionally looking round straight into my
eyes which perused his fading blue coveralls which were not all that
clean. They fitted tight over the tee he wore, wonder what he was
working at now, was that grease/oil as well as mud? He certainly had filled
out a fair bit. OK, he was always bigger built than me, not just because
he was older, but now he had broad shoulders, thick arms, no doubt
from work.. was he still a steel erector.

SHIT! Surely they didn't expect me to join him, that really wasn't my
kind of thing. That did involve living away from home at times and
usually in the rurals at that!

"They don't expect me to work with you do they?"

"What afraid you get your hands dirty or have to wear dirty old work
gear... if I remember right you used to like getting into my auld
overalls and work gear! Nah you won't be working with me but you will be
working on me shortly or I'll have to leather you." He smirked grabbing the
back of my neck and squeezing it as his other hand took the fag from my
lips and flicked it out the window.

The way he held my neck meant I couldn't turn so I squinted sideweays
at him.
I saw his other hand move across and catch my wrist with the bottle of
vodka and push it up to my lips. In his firm grip I was forced to
comply by guzzling down the contents of the bottle. Any attempt to struggle
meant he squeezed harder, even when the occassional car passed by he
maintained his grip.

My head was spinning every time i closed my eyes so I forced myself to
keep them open but that was almost as bad.
He relaxed his grip and as he removed his hand my head fell backwards.
I remember my arms refusing to comply as I tried to rub the back of my
neck and after sticking my fingers in my eye a second time just slumped
back.
Fuck me, what a buzz, I thought as the world stopped and I took over
the spinning. I was being pulled along towards the river, the rain
pelting down, when I fell hands pulled me back up. I was on my knees pushing
up with my arms, I sat back on my heels... "I used to play here, the
old mill, stepping stones, looking for rats." I laughed.

"Yeah, I remember. Used to fucking hide when I was sent to get you
home."

I looked up at the man beside me, the worn oily rigger boot, the greasy
legs of his coveralls, the once yellow hi-vis jacket ingrained with
oil, mud and who knows what else.

I leaned forward trying to get to my feet but he stepped in front of me
a boot firmly placed over each of my hands.
I would have cursed but his hand was holding my hair tilting my head
back. I felt the rain running over my face, he leaned foward his body
weight grinding into the back of my hands and spat into my open mouth.
I couldn't speak, his hand opened the front of his coveralls and pulled
out his meat.

"Please John..."

"Oh you will please me, I'm very pleased with you already in fact!" he
grinned as he shoved his tubesence into my mouth.

Ten minutes later, I was face down in my own vomit as he pounded at my
arse, every so often he would punch my back to illicit a response. His
heavy breathing and grunts was all I heard as his thrusts pushed my
face around the vomit and mud. His weight pressed me to the ground as he
climaxed. A few minutes passed before he got off me and turned me over
to my back with his boot. I was gasping for breath as I lay there
looking at him standing over me. Glad that the rain still lashed down over
me, hiding the tears. I blinked at the rain and tears, glaring at him,
the sole of his boot rested on my chin pulling my mouth open. His warm
piss splashed over my face as he guided the stream to my open mouth. I
couldn't move, no words of protest came to me...

All that was going through my mind was that I had been raped by my own
brother...

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