Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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The sun cooked Beau's broad shoulders as he pushed the lawnmower across the yard. Clad in cargo shorts and sneakers, Beau tramped through the grass, sweat sliding down his back. His shorts hung low, revealing the very top of his meaty ass. He stopped, wiping his brow. Beau surveyed his surroundings. At his mother's insistence, the 18-year-old was spending the summer at his aunt's country house to keep out of trouble.
His aunt had devised a number of tasks in order to keep the boy busy and keep his behavior problems in check. His task today was to mow the lawn. What would have been a twenty-minute task at his mother's house in the suburbs was a day-long affair on his aunt's sprawling property. He had already been at the task an hour and a half and wasn't even halfway finished. Beau put his hands on his hips and looked out at the vast lawn. His buff form was bronzed from all the time he had spent in the sun in the week since arriving at his aunt's. Not only were his chores largely outdoors, he showered at least once daily using his aunt's only shower, located in the backyard.
His initial hesitation at being completely exposed outdoors had been tempered by the scorching temperatures and the relative solitude. At this point he thought nothing of his mother's sister-in-law seeing him naked, and the only other person to cross his path as he bathed had been the gruff, towering man who apparently lived down the road. Beau still thought of how the man had commanded him with practically no effort. The mark the man's strong hand left on Beau's bare ass had remained for a day. Thinking of it, Beau absent-mindedly rubbed his soft ass where the man had struck him. Beau was dripping with sweat to the point that his already-low-slung cargo shorts were a millimeter away from revealing the dark hair that surrounded his impressive cock.
"Fuck this," he said, through labored breaths. He looked at his phone; 1 pm. No messages, of course; he got no service here. Beau wasn't used to taking on his share of responsibility for the upkeep of a house. It was simple to him: if he didn't want to do something, he didn't. It was bad enough he had to spend his summer in the middle of nowhere; he wasn't about to spend it getting heatstroke doing a bunch of stupid fucking chores. The lawnmower sputtered and stopped as Beau turned and walked across the front yard.
Rounding the corner to the back of the house, Beau kicked off his shoes. He turned the spigot of the outdoor shower, releasing a stream of cold water cascading onto the stone platform below. In one swift motion, Beau dropped his shorts and boxers and stepped atop the platform. He gasped as the cold water hit his neck and shoulders, falling down his toned body, his long, thick cock and his round, tight ass. His cock swung slightly as water droplets landed on it. He hung his head under the stream, letting the water wash the sweat away.
After a minute, Beau shut off the water, grabbed his shorts, and walked naked back to the house. He showered outside so often now that he thought nothing of walking around the house and the yard without clothes, his cock hitting his muscular thighs as he walked. He could swear he occasionally caught his mother's sister-in-law letting here eyes linger on his cock. He didn't blame her. It wasn't infrequent that a friend of his would comment on what they thought was a massive hard-on in Beau's shorts. "I'm not hard," he'd reply. "I just have a huge dong."
In his bedroom, Beau picked out a T-shirt and his other pair of cargo shorts, thankfully clean. He checked for clean boxers and found none. Briefs it was. He pulled up a pair of white Hanes, which barely constrained his cock. He finished dressing, slipped on a pair of flip-flops, and headed out the door. In his brief time in the country, Beau had discovered a bar within what passed for walking distance in this town. An hour's walk down the road and he could at least get drunk; they never carded in this place, and Beau looked older than he was anyway. He began his walk down the dirt road and lit a joint he had rolled using weed he bought last time he was at the bar. Living in the middle of nowhere had its occasional privileges.
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It was dark when Beau sauntered up the gravel driveway of his aunt's house. He swayed as he walked, too drunk to even attempt a straight line, a bent cigarette hanging out of the side of his mouth. He had fallen a few times on the walk back, and it was all he could do to keep upright now. His time at the bar had been relatively uneventful. He had pounded back beers and tequila shots with some locals, and unsuccessfully hit on the couple women who had ventured into the bar. Drunk off his ass, he hadn't been particularly smooth. Beau spit out his cigarette and stumbled as he walked in the door, and laughed to himself.
"What on God's green earth do you think you're doing, young man?" His aunt's voice caused Beau to clumsily swing around. She sat in the living room staring at him, fire in her eyes.
Beau tried to stand up straight, but the room kept spinning. "Err... uhhh... heyassssSarah." His words slurred hopelessly. He leaned against the wall.
She stood up and walked toward him. "God dammit! Look at you! Not only did you not finish your chores, which landed me in a world of shit with the appraiser when he came by this afternoon, you're drunk as a goddamn skunk. Here I promise your mother I'm going to keep you out of trouble this summer, and you're getting shit-faced with... well, I don't even know where the fuck you were."
"Mmsorry," mumbled Beau. He attempted to slide off his flip-flop and landed on his ass in the process.
"For god's sake, get up here." The woman lifted the boy to the best of his ability. "Damn, you're heavy." She guided the boy back to his room and spilled him onto the bed. His long legs and big feet hung off its edge. "You stay there and sober up. Don't think we won't talk about this tomorrow."
Beau tried to respond, but instead threw his head back and passed out, the room still spinning.
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"Whu-h?" Beau sat upright. "Augh..." He rubbed the back of his head, which was pounding. He looked down at himself. Still dressed in last night's clothes, a single flip-flop hanging off his left toe. "The fuck...?"
He tried to remember the night prior. He could recall being at the bar, drinking beer and doing shots, maybe talking to some locals, although it was a blur. He vaguely remembered walking back along the dirt road and... oh, shit. The confrontation with his aunt. "Fuck." He couldn't remember exactly what had been said, just that she had been angry. Stumbling out of bed, he walked out of his room into the kitchen, wondering if she'd be there waiting for him.
It was empty. On the counter sat a note.
I'M AT WORK. DON'T EVEN THINK OF BEING GONE WHEN I GET HOME. – SARAH.
Beau put down the note. "Fuck." He rubbed his forehead. At least she didn't give me any chores, he thought. Padding about the kitchen, he fixed himself some food and coffee, and threw back a handful of aspirin for his aching head. Must've drank a fucking shit ton, he thought to himself. He knew he'd have to deal with his aunt eventually, but this was hardly the first time he had been in trouble. Her fault for making me do her bitch work, he thought.
Having taken some time to nurse his hangover, Beau walked back to his room. He lifted his shirt over and off his head and ran his hands over his smooth chest. Shower, he thought. He dropped his shorts and briefs, wrapped a too-small towel around his waist, and walked out the door to the backyard shower. He dropped the towel and started the water. Standing under it, he could feel his headache subsiding. Another few minutes of this, he thought, and he may be able to bear the harsh glare of the sun in his eyes. He groaned slightly, looking forward to getting back inside and crashing until his aunt got home.
"Boy."
Beau heard. His eyes went wide as he recognized the voice.
"You are twice as dumb as I thought you were, and you are fucked besides."
Beau turned cautiously. Henry. The man who a week prior had warned Beau from antagonizing his aunt again stood before him. Beau made a slight gesture toward covering his huge cock with his hands, before remembering where that got him last time and leaving his arms at his side. He unconsciously pushed his shoulders back and stood a bit straighter. "Hen – S-sir..."
"Oh no, not near good enough. You stand at attention when I address you, boy."
Beau stood straight, wincing as his head throbbed. Looking down, he took in his visitor. Henry was tall as he remembered. Elevated by the platform, Beau looked down at him, but standing on even ground the man easily eclipsed Beau. Unlike last time, Henry came bare-chested. Beau could now see what he only got a hint of last time. Henry was built. Years of hard manual labor had given the man a massive, rock-hard body. Beau noted how different it was from his own; Beau's body came from hours in the gym, from vanity. A life of backbreaking labor had sculpted Henry's. Even where Beau and Henry had similarly-sized muscles, Beau thought that the man looked like he could break Beau in half if he wanted. The broad, solid chest was covered with a coating of brown hair, with a smattering of grey, matching the short, salt-and-pepper hair atop his head. The man wore jeans over massive legs, and work boots. Sweat dripped from the man's grey temples onto the coarse stubble that covered his face, and his bare chest glistened. Beau wasn't sure how old he was, but he appeared to be about forty.
"I thought that I made myself clear last time I was here." The man's voice boomed. "You do not fuck around with your aunt." He stepped forward, his face inches from Beau's chest. "So imagine my surprise when I get a phone call from her yesterday afternoon, hysterical, begging me to come over and finish mowing her lawn so that she doesn't get fucked when the appraiser comes over. 'Course, I'm happy to help out Sarah, but then she told me why she needed my help." Fucking punk, thought Henry. All the same. Still, Henry knew how to break his type.
Beau had first been startled, but now he was tense and, he admitted to himself, fearful with the large man yelling at him when Beau was naked and vulnerable. Also a concern was the fact that Beau's cock was centimeters away from touching the bare skin of the man's chest.
