Apt Pupil 2
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
21
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1,332
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Chapter 2
Chapter 1
“Are you nervous?”
Todd tied then retied his shoes, “No.”
Monica laughed and Todd had a sudden urge to pop her one in the face. Yeah, she wouldn’t be laughing if blood was pouring out of her broken mouth…She sure wouldn’t be laughing at him. Todd pushed the thought away with distaste. It wouldn’t do to start beating your mother up. He was on his way up in the world. He had been accepted into a great school and everyone said he had a bright future ahead of him. Beating his mother would pour that bright future down the proverbial toilet. No. It was best to drive his fingernails into the soft flesh of his palms and pretend that she wasn’t asking him to hit her.
“You’re going to be okay, Toddy.”
“I know, Mom,” he smiled to hide the thoughts still running through his head. (Blood was gushing from her split lip and busted teeth. Eyes wide with pain and shock: “Why?” She silently asks while Todd reaches behind him for the kitchen knives. His eyes bright and alive…An erection straining in his pants).
Dick Bowden enters the kitchen whistling before kissing his wife’s temple and ruffling his son’s hair.
“Ready to go Todd-o?”
“Yep. Car’s ready loaded and everything.”
“Good,” Dick smiled, enjoying the sight of his family. “I got to get on the old shoes, so I’ll meet you outside.”
“Okay.”
No sooner did the screen door give testimony to Todd’s exit did Monica turn to her husband, “He’ll be okay won’t he?”
Dick looked up from his left shoelace, “Sure. Hon, it’s been a rough year, but we’re over the hump and Todd…Todd’s a survivor. There’s nothing to worry about. Look at him! We couldn’t have done better.”
“I guess I’m just paranoid. I mean, my baby’s leaving-“
“For school Mon, and he’ll be back for Christmas break.”
“ I know, it’s just-“
The front door squeaked, “Are you coming?”
“Be right there Sport,” Dick kissed his wife again, this time on the lips. “Believe me. We have absolutely nothing to worry about.”
XXX
The car ride was uneventful. Full of abandoned conversations and awkward pauses, neither really knew what to say and eventually this led to neither really saying anything. Todd found himself spending most of the three hour drive staring out the window and watching the trees blur by. Eventually, the car’s motion lulled him to sleep.
XXX
He was lying facedown on stainless steel. He could hear movements from behind him but, no matter how far he craned his neck, seeing was impossible. It wasn’t until Dussander moved in front of him that he even knew that it was Dussander in the room. (A lie, if he was honest with himself. After all, wasn’t he looking for Dussander?)
Dussander was naked; his aged body misshapen and flabby. Yet, he flipped through papers and checked controls without seeming overly concerned with his predicament.
It wasn’t until Dussander stepped back behind him that Todd realized his own nakedness.
“Dussander, you stunned cunt-“
“Yes, boy?” there was that infuriatingly calm tone again.
“Let me up!”
“Oh you and your cocky American arrogance. You think you tell loud enough and you’ll get what you want” Pah. You get nothing.”
“I swear, when I get out of here…”
“You’ll what, boy? Do you even know? You need me, boy. You need me more than you’ve ever needed anyone.”
Todd felt something blunt and greasy probe the cleft of his buttocks. “You can’t do this! You can’t!”
“Quiet boy,” Todd didn’t need to see Dussander’s face to know that he was smiling. “You’re mine, boy.”
Dussander was about to thrust into his body when something hard and unexpected hit the side of his head. Todd cried out in pain-
XXX
--and woke up facing the door handle. His head hurt where it had hit the window and he didn’t need to use the rearview mirror to discover the goose egg already forming here.
Sitting up, he wiped the sleep from his eyes. Yawning, he struggled to wake up as the residence building loomed in front of them.
“Good. I was just going to wake you up.”
Todd smiled and accepted a stick of gum from his father’s pocket. “No need.”
“Todd? Are you feeling okay? You look a little sick.”
“It’s just nerves. I’ll be okay when I get in.”
Dick Bowden parked the car in the visitor’s parking lot and the chance for a meaningful conversation was lost.
“Are you nervous?”
Todd tied then retied his shoes, “No.”
Monica laughed and Todd had a sudden urge to pop her one in the face. Yeah, she wouldn’t be laughing if blood was pouring out of her broken mouth…She sure wouldn’t be laughing at him. Todd pushed the thought away with distaste. It wouldn’t do to start beating your mother up. He was on his way up in the world. He had been accepted into a great school and everyone said he had a bright future ahead of him. Beating his mother would pour that bright future down the proverbial toilet. No. It was best to drive his fingernails into the soft flesh of his palms and pretend that she wasn’t asking him to hit her.
“You’re going to be okay, Toddy.”
“I know, Mom,” he smiled to hide the thoughts still running through his head. (Blood was gushing from her split lip and busted teeth. Eyes wide with pain and shock: “Why?” She silently asks while Todd reaches behind him for the kitchen knives. His eyes bright and alive…An erection straining in his pants).
Dick Bowden enters the kitchen whistling before kissing his wife’s temple and ruffling his son’s hair.
“Ready to go Todd-o?”
“Yep. Car’s ready loaded and everything.”
“Good,” Dick smiled, enjoying the sight of his family. “I got to get on the old shoes, so I’ll meet you outside.”
“Okay.”
No sooner did the screen door give testimony to Todd’s exit did Monica turn to her husband, “He’ll be okay won’t he?”
Dick looked up from his left shoelace, “Sure. Hon, it’s been a rough year, but we’re over the hump and Todd…Todd’s a survivor. There’s nothing to worry about. Look at him! We couldn’t have done better.”
“I guess I’m just paranoid. I mean, my baby’s leaving-“
“For school Mon, and he’ll be back for Christmas break.”
“ I know, it’s just-“
The front door squeaked, “Are you coming?”
“Be right there Sport,” Dick kissed his wife again, this time on the lips. “Believe me. We have absolutely nothing to worry about.”
XXX
The car ride was uneventful. Full of abandoned conversations and awkward pauses, neither really knew what to say and eventually this led to neither really saying anything. Todd found himself spending most of the three hour drive staring out the window and watching the trees blur by. Eventually, the car’s motion lulled him to sleep.
XXX
He was lying facedown on stainless steel. He could hear movements from behind him but, no matter how far he craned his neck, seeing was impossible. It wasn’t until Dussander moved in front of him that he even knew that it was Dussander in the room. (A lie, if he was honest with himself. After all, wasn’t he looking for Dussander?)
Dussander was naked; his aged body misshapen and flabby. Yet, he flipped through papers and checked controls without seeming overly concerned with his predicament.
It wasn’t until Dussander stepped back behind him that Todd realized his own nakedness.
“Dussander, you stunned cunt-“
“Yes, boy?” there was that infuriatingly calm tone again.
“Let me up!”
“Oh you and your cocky American arrogance. You think you tell loud enough and you’ll get what you want” Pah. You get nothing.”
“I swear, when I get out of here…”
“You’ll what, boy? Do you even know? You need me, boy. You need me more than you’ve ever needed anyone.”
Todd felt something blunt and greasy probe the cleft of his buttocks. “You can’t do this! You can’t!”
“Quiet boy,” Todd didn’t need to see Dussander’s face to know that he was smiling. “You’re mine, boy.”
Dussander was about to thrust into his body when something hard and unexpected hit the side of his head. Todd cried out in pain-
XXX
--and woke up facing the door handle. His head hurt where it had hit the window and he didn’t need to use the rearview mirror to discover the goose egg already forming here.
Sitting up, he wiped the sleep from his eyes. Yawning, he struggled to wake up as the residence building loomed in front of them.
“Good. I was just going to wake you up.”
Todd smiled and accepted a stick of gum from his father’s pocket. “No need.”
“Todd? Are you feeling okay? You look a little sick.”
“It’s just nerves. I’ll be okay when I get in.”
Dick Bowden parked the car in the visitor’s parking lot and the chance for a meaningful conversation was lost.