Forgotten Tears
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Adult ++
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4
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Part I
A/N: The idea for this fanfic came to me during a convention, when I tried to sleep. It starts 15 years before the game. It's hard to work out the exact date from the game so if I changed something, sorry for that. Historical background is very important here. Basically the fanfic is about Durer when he was still a teenager and his life changed dramatically after some horrible events. At first you can find this fanfic very AUish, but I'll try to explain everything.
title: "Forgotten Tears"
authir: Vampircia
editing: Mistress_Karnak
rating: NC-17
pairing: BollanetxDurer (no, it's not a joke), there will be some hints between Durer and his brother
warnings: incest, rape, minor
summary: young Durer has to endure sexual harassment and difficulties of French Revolution, which will leave him mentally damaged forever
Here's a last warning. It's a fanfic about a boy raped by his father so if you find it disturbing don't read it.
You've raped!
I feel dirty
It hurt!
As a child
Tied down!
That's a good boy
And fucked!
Your own child
Korn "Daddy"
Forgotten Tears
Part I – “Very hot summer”
The summer came early in the year 1788 A.D. It had been hot for many days now and the clouds rarely covered the Sun. The flowers bloomed and the trees created desired shadow.
If you searched well enough, you could find a beautiful waterfall in the forest near Paris. The cool water was a relief in those hot days, even though people rarely came here. But there was a particular person very fond of that place.
The pair of hands grabbed the nearest rock and the young boy came out of the water. He laid down on the flat surface and let the Sun dry his body. He loved swimming there. He could take off his clothes and jump to the water, without fear that someone would spot him. He used to come here with one of his older brothers, but he left home, and went to school. They hardly ever met these days. Fifteen-year-old Durer lived with his father and servants since his mother died and all his siblings left home. Now he used to spend his free time at the hidden waterfall, alone. Well, at least he thought he’s alone.
“What are you doing? Have you lost your mind?” He nearly jumped when he heard his father’s voice. He blushed, realizing that he’s totally naked, and started dressing nervously. “I told you not to spend too much time in the sun. Do you want to look like a peasant?”
“I’m sorry. I was careful, I swear.” Durer finished dressing himself, but still felt embarrassed.
“By the way, you were supposed to learn now.”
“Oh . . . I’ll do it later.”
“You’re going home right now!”
“But Dad . . . ”
“Do as I say!”
It wasn’t the best idea to argue so the teen gave up and returned home with his father. He sat in his room and started doing homework for Latin lessons. He wished someday he could go to the university like his older brothers, and meet new people. But right now he had a private tutor and felt a bit isolated.
After a few minutes he realized that the homework is more difficult as he had thought so he went to his father’s library for some helpful books. He took one, but accidentally the other book fell to the floor. He picked it up and looked at the cover, on which it was written “Les 120 journées de Sodome ou l'école du libertinage” By Marquize de Sade. He had never seen this book before, it seemed very new, and the title intrigued him so he took it with him, and decided to have some better looks later. The problem was no matter how many times he told himself to finish homework first, he couldn’t resist the temptation to check what the book was about. So he grabbed it, lay on the bed and started reading. At first it seemed to be just a normal book, but later . . .
“Oh my God!” His jaw nearly dropped. He wasn’t totally naive and knew that people did . . . stuff, but he had no idea that someone actually could be so “creative.” He found it disgusting, but at the same time exciting. A weird feeling overtook him. He couldn’t quite explain it, but he wanted to finish this book, even though it freaked him out. So he read until the night came.
“It’s not finished.” The tutor said harshly, looking at Durer’s homework. The boy totally forgot about it. He cursed himself for being so careless. “What’s this?” The tutor found the book lying on the table. Durer shivered, realizing that he’s in a deep shit now. “How did you get it?” The tutor sounded really angry.
“I... I found it.”
“What a shame. You shouldn’t read things like that. This man is insane!”
“I didn’t know. I was just curious.” Durer apologized, trying to explain himself.
“I have to tell your father.” The man stood up.
“Please, no! He’ll be furious!”
“He has to know.” The tutor left the room.
Durer ran after him, but he couldn’t do much. The tutor caught Bollanet and showed him the book. Durer blushed, embarrassed and scared.
“I found a very disgraceful novel in your son’s room, Sir. I’m shocked.”
“Did you read it?” Bollanet asked his son.
“Well . . . a Bit.”
“Such a shame!” The tutor showed his disapproval.
“I’ll talk to him later. Continue your lesson.” Ordered Bollanet.
“Very well, Sir.”
The night already came and Durer just finished writing a letter to his brother. He put it into the envelope wishing for them to meet soon. He heard knocking to the door and his father entered the room. The boy froze, remembering that his father still hadn’t talked to him about the incident.
“Your tutor was really shocked when he saw this book.” Bollanet stated.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know what kind of novel it was. Please, don’t be angry.”
“I didn’t say I’m angry, did I?”
“You’re not?” The boy blinked.
“Well, I’m also not pleased, but can I blame you? I’ve just realized that you’re not a baby anymore, and you have your needs.”
Durer watched him with his big, golden eyes, totally perplexed.
“What do you mean?”
“Did this novel turn you on?” Bollanet sat on the bed, near his son.
“I don’t understand.”
“Did your penis become hard?” With that Bollanet rubbed his son’s crotch through his pants, making him panic.
“What are you doing?!” Durer tried to take his father’s hand off him, but the older man didn’t let him. Instead he opened his son’s shirt, revealing the soft skin of boys’ torso. “Hey!”
“Calm down. I want to check if you didn’t get any sunburns. You laid naked in the sun, so shamefully.” Actually he didn’t mind what he had seen that day. Seeing his son naked had made him want to touch him right now, right there.
“I don’t! I told you! Stop!” He felt weird when Bollanet started touching his body. He lay on the bed hoping that his father would leave him alone soon, but he didn’t. He undid his son’s pants and took them off in one, quick movement. “Dad!” Durer’s face became red from embarrassment.
Bollanet watched the slender form beneath him. The boy’s cock was quite big for his age, and he already had pubic hair. He looked delicious so Bollanet licked his lips and started massaging the teen’s penis, which grew even larger.
“That . . . that’s wrong! Stop it!”
“You’ll like it.”
Fifteen years later Bollanet would become fat and ugly, but that time he was still a handsome man. However, Durer didn’t care. It felt sick no matter how his father looked like. He wanted him to stop, but on the other hand the pleasure grew inside him. Being young and inexperienced it didn’t take him long to ejaculate.
“I told you’d like it.” Bollanet licked his fingers, tasting the boy’s seed.
“That’s disgusting! Why did you do that?!” Durer lay on the bed, still in shock, panting.
“Sometimes things considered disgusting but felt good.” The father left him like that in the room. The boy shivered and went under the covers. He didn’t exactly understand what had just happened to him. It felt weird, and he had no idea why his father did it.
The letter was sent the next day. Durer would have to wait for a reply, but at least he felt better knowing it had already been on its way to the destination. The weather didn’t change much. The heat didn’t encourage to come outside.
After a dinner Durer had a short siesta. Short, because something unexpected interrupted him. He felt a hand touching his shoulder, and when he opened his eyes he saw his father bending over him.
“What are you . . . ” He didn’t finish, because Bollanet crushed his lips with his own, plunging his tongue inside. Durer opened his eyes wide in horror. He tasted alcohol on his father’s tongue and tried desperately to break free. Unfortunately his father was stronger. He ripped his shirt off and intended to do the same with his pants.
“Yesterday was enough! Stop!” The boy yelled, but his father didn’t seem to listen. He took of the rest of Durer’s clothes and roamed his body with his hands. “Get off me! Get off!”
“Shut up!” The man smacked him in the face, which silenced him for a while.
When Durer felt his father’s dick touching his entrance, he realized that Bollanet had something more on his mind then yesterday. He started squirming underneath him, and fighting back, but his father smacked him again. A second later he felt something large diving inside him, nearly tearing him apart. He didn’t scream only because his father’s hand covered his mouth. His cheeks became wet from tears. The pain seemed unbearable. He thought he would faint, but he didn’t. He felt everything, heard everything. He heard his father’s animalistic grunts when he thrust violently inside him. At that moment he wanted to die, to do everything to make the pain goes away. And the sickest thing was that he came when his father massaged him. He didn’t know how much time it took Bollanet to finish, but when it was already over, he felt something warm and sticky covering his tights, and he laid motionless, hiccuping.
When he regained some strength, he ran to the hidden waterfall, as fast as he could, with tears in his eyes. He took of his clothes and jumped to the water. He hoped it would clean him, but he didn’t feel clean at all. He felt used and dirty. Nothing could clean him. He came out of the water, stood on his hands and knees and puked until there was nothing left in his stomach. He lay on the shore, feeling new tears coming to his eyes. Why? Why had it happened?
~~~~~~~
*The 120 Days of Sodom - written in 1785 but not completed, catalogs, a wide variety of sexual perversions performed on a group of enslaved teenagers and Sade's most graphic work.
title: "Forgotten Tears"
authir: Vampircia
editing: Mistress_Karnak
rating: NC-17
pairing: BollanetxDurer (no, it's not a joke), there will be some hints between Durer and his brother
warnings: incest, rape, minor
summary: young Durer has to endure sexual harassment and difficulties of French Revolution, which will leave him mentally damaged forever
Here's a last warning. It's a fanfic about a boy raped by his father so if you find it disturbing don't read it.
You've raped!
I feel dirty
It hurt!
As a child
Tied down!
That's a good boy
And fucked!
Your own child
Korn "Daddy"
Forgotten Tears
Part I – “Very hot summer”
The summer came early in the year 1788 A.D. It had been hot for many days now and the clouds rarely covered the Sun. The flowers bloomed and the trees created desired shadow.
If you searched well enough, you could find a beautiful waterfall in the forest near Paris. The cool water was a relief in those hot days, even though people rarely came here. But there was a particular person very fond of that place.
The pair of hands grabbed the nearest rock and the young boy came out of the water. He laid down on the flat surface and let the Sun dry his body. He loved swimming there. He could take off his clothes and jump to the water, without fear that someone would spot him. He used to come here with one of his older brothers, but he left home, and went to school. They hardly ever met these days. Fifteen-year-old Durer lived with his father and servants since his mother died and all his siblings left home. Now he used to spend his free time at the hidden waterfall, alone. Well, at least he thought he’s alone.
“What are you doing? Have you lost your mind?” He nearly jumped when he heard his father’s voice. He blushed, realizing that he’s totally naked, and started dressing nervously. “I told you not to spend too much time in the sun. Do you want to look like a peasant?”
“I’m sorry. I was careful, I swear.” Durer finished dressing himself, but still felt embarrassed.
“By the way, you were supposed to learn now.”
“Oh . . . I’ll do it later.”
“You’re going home right now!”
“But Dad . . . ”
“Do as I say!”
It wasn’t the best idea to argue so the teen gave up and returned home with his father. He sat in his room and started doing homework for Latin lessons. He wished someday he could go to the university like his older brothers, and meet new people. But right now he had a private tutor and felt a bit isolated.
After a few minutes he realized that the homework is more difficult as he had thought so he went to his father’s library for some helpful books. He took one, but accidentally the other book fell to the floor. He picked it up and looked at the cover, on which it was written “Les 120 journées de Sodome ou l'école du libertinage” By Marquize de Sade. He had never seen this book before, it seemed very new, and the title intrigued him so he took it with him, and decided to have some better looks later. The problem was no matter how many times he told himself to finish homework first, he couldn’t resist the temptation to check what the book was about. So he grabbed it, lay on the bed and started reading. At first it seemed to be just a normal book, but later . . .
“Oh my God!” His jaw nearly dropped. He wasn’t totally naive and knew that people did . . . stuff, but he had no idea that someone actually could be so “creative.” He found it disgusting, but at the same time exciting. A weird feeling overtook him. He couldn’t quite explain it, but he wanted to finish this book, even though it freaked him out. So he read until the night came.
“It’s not finished.” The tutor said harshly, looking at Durer’s homework. The boy totally forgot about it. He cursed himself for being so careless. “What’s this?” The tutor found the book lying on the table. Durer shivered, realizing that he’s in a deep shit now. “How did you get it?” The tutor sounded really angry.
“I... I found it.”
“What a shame. You shouldn’t read things like that. This man is insane!”
“I didn’t know. I was just curious.” Durer apologized, trying to explain himself.
“I have to tell your father.” The man stood up.
“Please, no! He’ll be furious!”
“He has to know.” The tutor left the room.
Durer ran after him, but he couldn’t do much. The tutor caught Bollanet and showed him the book. Durer blushed, embarrassed and scared.
“I found a very disgraceful novel in your son’s room, Sir. I’m shocked.”
“Did you read it?” Bollanet asked his son.
“Well . . . a Bit.”
“Such a shame!” The tutor showed his disapproval.
“I’ll talk to him later. Continue your lesson.” Ordered Bollanet.
“Very well, Sir.”
The night already came and Durer just finished writing a letter to his brother. He put it into the envelope wishing for them to meet soon. He heard knocking to the door and his father entered the room. The boy froze, remembering that his father still hadn’t talked to him about the incident.
“Your tutor was really shocked when he saw this book.” Bollanet stated.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know what kind of novel it was. Please, don’t be angry.”
“I didn’t say I’m angry, did I?”
“You’re not?” The boy blinked.
“Well, I’m also not pleased, but can I blame you? I’ve just realized that you’re not a baby anymore, and you have your needs.”
Durer watched him with his big, golden eyes, totally perplexed.
“What do you mean?”
“Did this novel turn you on?” Bollanet sat on the bed, near his son.
“I don’t understand.”
“Did your penis become hard?” With that Bollanet rubbed his son’s crotch through his pants, making him panic.
“What are you doing?!” Durer tried to take his father’s hand off him, but the older man didn’t let him. Instead he opened his son’s shirt, revealing the soft skin of boys’ torso. “Hey!”
“Calm down. I want to check if you didn’t get any sunburns. You laid naked in the sun, so shamefully.” Actually he didn’t mind what he had seen that day. Seeing his son naked had made him want to touch him right now, right there.
“I don’t! I told you! Stop!” He felt weird when Bollanet started touching his body. He lay on the bed hoping that his father would leave him alone soon, but he didn’t. He undid his son’s pants and took them off in one, quick movement. “Dad!” Durer’s face became red from embarrassment.
Bollanet watched the slender form beneath him. The boy’s cock was quite big for his age, and he already had pubic hair. He looked delicious so Bollanet licked his lips and started massaging the teen’s penis, which grew even larger.
“That . . . that’s wrong! Stop it!”
“You’ll like it.”
Fifteen years later Bollanet would become fat and ugly, but that time he was still a handsome man. However, Durer didn’t care. It felt sick no matter how his father looked like. He wanted him to stop, but on the other hand the pleasure grew inside him. Being young and inexperienced it didn’t take him long to ejaculate.
“I told you’d like it.” Bollanet licked his fingers, tasting the boy’s seed.
“That’s disgusting! Why did you do that?!” Durer lay on the bed, still in shock, panting.
“Sometimes things considered disgusting but felt good.” The father left him like that in the room. The boy shivered and went under the covers. He didn’t exactly understand what had just happened to him. It felt weird, and he had no idea why his father did it.
The letter was sent the next day. Durer would have to wait for a reply, but at least he felt better knowing it had already been on its way to the destination. The weather didn’t change much. The heat didn’t encourage to come outside.
After a dinner Durer had a short siesta. Short, because something unexpected interrupted him. He felt a hand touching his shoulder, and when he opened his eyes he saw his father bending over him.
“What are you . . . ” He didn’t finish, because Bollanet crushed his lips with his own, plunging his tongue inside. Durer opened his eyes wide in horror. He tasted alcohol on his father’s tongue and tried desperately to break free. Unfortunately his father was stronger. He ripped his shirt off and intended to do the same with his pants.
“Yesterday was enough! Stop!” The boy yelled, but his father didn’t seem to listen. He took of the rest of Durer’s clothes and roamed his body with his hands. “Get off me! Get off!”
“Shut up!” The man smacked him in the face, which silenced him for a while.
When Durer felt his father’s dick touching his entrance, he realized that Bollanet had something more on his mind then yesterday. He started squirming underneath him, and fighting back, but his father smacked him again. A second later he felt something large diving inside him, nearly tearing him apart. He didn’t scream only because his father’s hand covered his mouth. His cheeks became wet from tears. The pain seemed unbearable. He thought he would faint, but he didn’t. He felt everything, heard everything. He heard his father’s animalistic grunts when he thrust violently inside him. At that moment he wanted to die, to do everything to make the pain goes away. And the sickest thing was that he came when his father massaged him. He didn’t know how much time it took Bollanet to finish, but when it was already over, he felt something warm and sticky covering his tights, and he laid motionless, hiccuping.
When he regained some strength, he ran to the hidden waterfall, as fast as he could, with tears in his eyes. He took of his clothes and jumped to the water. He hoped it would clean him, but he didn’t feel clean at all. He felt used and dirty. Nothing could clean him. He came out of the water, stood on his hands and knees and puked until there was nothing left in his stomach. He lay on the shore, feeling new tears coming to his eyes. Why? Why had it happened?
~~~~~~~
*The 120 Days of Sodom - written in 1785 but not completed, catalogs, a wide variety of sexual perversions performed on a group of enslaved teenagers and Sade's most graphic work.