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Subject: Son of an American Housewife part 10 Nifty Archivist, please add this to my series Son of an American Housewife in the gay celebrity section. Thanks! Son of an American Housewife part 10 Usual disclaimers apply. I don't own these characters. This is pure fiction. I welcome your comments. hoo Cooper had woken up as he often did, to the pressure of Oliver's thick cock penetrating his ass. Oliver's most recent thing was fucking Cooper awake in the morning. No lube. Quick and dirty, leaving Cooper to clean himself up before getting ready for school. Cooper jolted awake from the pain and grimaced as he looked into Oliver's eyes. Oliver was smiling. What Cooper used to think was just smirk was actually sadism. Cooper hated Oliver. Cooper loved Oliver. Oliver had tied Cooper's hands to the headboard. This was also something Oliver had recently started doing. Not that he needed too. Cooper never resisted much. Always did as he was told. Cooper figured it was another way for Oliver to humiliate Cooper. It was Oliver's new favorite hobby. Cooper maintained eye contact with Oliver as he grunted his load up Cooper's ass. Oliver stayed inside for a minute in an effort to keep his DNA from slipping out of Cooper. Then he finally mercifully pulled out and climbed off. As Oliver dressed, he smirked again at Cooper. As kızılay escort always, once the sex was over, Cooper was just embarrassed and wanted to cover himself and hide. But he couldn't free his hands. As Oliver was leaving, Cooper asked meekly if he was going to untie him. Oliver just laughed casually and said *quot;you'll figure it out*quot; Cooper assumed this was just another game and that Oliver would let him sweat for a few minutes before returning to free him. But Cooper's heart sank as he listened to movement upstairs for maybe twenty minutes before the sound of doors closing and then the house was silent. Oliver had made up some excuse to the family that Cooper had left early for something at school so no one had thought to check the basement apartment. Cooper was trapped there. Cooper tried a few times to free his hands but it was no use. He thought about screaming out for help. But even in the unlikely event that someone heard him; he couldn't be discovered like this. After an hour or so, as Cooper thought about all the things Oliver had done to him. Abusing him sexually, secretly dosing him with Prep so he could take random loads from strangers, drugging him so he could pass him around to strangers at a motel, forcing him into sex with Mr Otto and Franklin and who knows how many others. Thinking keçiören escort of this Cooper got angrier and angrier, and just when though he would burst with rage, he burst into tears instead. In his sorrow, Cooper hadn't heard the front door open or the footsteps down the stairs. Cooper was startled to hear Franklin's voice from the doorway to the room, *quot;Are you waiting for Oliver? Because he texted me and said he was busy so I should come and `use you up', whatever that means*quot; Cooper was startled but also not that surprised. Of course Oliver had some sadistic plan. Tie him up, then send Franklin over to use him too. Cooper was humiliated again and tried to bury his face in his arm, but when he couldn't reach; he closed his eyes tight instead. Cooper, accepting his date, spread his legs and bent his knees, an invitation to Franklin. *quot;Just get it over with*quot; Cooper sobbed. Cooper kept his eyes shut tight as he felt Franklin's weight on the bed. He expected to feel Franklins thick cock on his hole. But instead he felt Franklin's long, slim fingers on his right hand. He opened his eyes to see Franklin's face mere inches from his own, focused intently on the task at hand, unfastening the rope around Cooper's left wrist. Cooper was shocked. *quot;What are you doing?*quot; He asked meekly. *quot;Almost escort ankara got it*quot; Franklin said, gritting his teeth slightly as he freed Cooper's hand. Cooper just stared at him as Franklin moved across his body to the other side to free those ropes as well. Within seconds, Cooper was free. Franklin placed a hand on Cooper's shoulder. The touch was electric to Cooper. The hand guided Cooper to sit up as Franklin wrapped the comforter around Cooper, covering his nakedness. Cooper was in shock. But being free, being covered, was as if Franklin had given him mouth to mouth. He was alive again. *quot;Why were you crying?*quot; Franklin asked quietly. Cooper, only now realizing how he must look, sobbed again. He couldn't speak. A moment of silence passed. Another. *quot;Did Oliver do this?*quot; Cooper nodded as he hid his face in the blanket. Another moment of silence. Another. Cooper, his tears having stopped but still wet in his face, finally looked up at Franklin and said, *quot;I thought you were gonna fuck me too.*quot; Franklin didn't look surprised. Or angry. Or happy. Franklin's face never really shows any emotion. He was a weird kid. But his words spoke volumes about his character. *quot;I wouldn't do anything you didn't want me to do.*quot; This made Cooper want to cry again, but instead, he borrowed some of the quiet, tall, weird boy's strength and simply put his head on Franklin's shoulder. And they sat there for a while. Franklin fully dressed, Cooper wrapped in a blanket, sitting on the side of the bed in the basement. Cooper felt safe and for the first time ever, Cooper was attracted to someone that wasn't Oliver.