Wrong

Another doomed thread? Almost certainly. But I'm missing my Bailey babies terribly right now and need a little dose. Thought I'd share it with the rest of ya.

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“God you are useless Jesse Bailey. Absolutely useless.” Allison glowers angrily at your limp member. “Bad enough that you’re small and a quick cummer, now you can’t even get it up!? What the hell is WRONG with you?”

“Hold on.” You say as you grab your manhood and frantically try, yet again, to **** it to rise to the occasion. “Just…gimme a minute.”

“A minute? It’s been half a fucking hour. Call the coroner, that thing is dead.” She says. “R.I.P.”

“Maybe if you sucked it again?”

“What’s the point?” She says. “Maybe you’re gay or something.”

“I’m not!”

She looks down at her lithe, nubile body. “I mean look at this shit. What kind of guy can’t get it up for this?”

“You’re so sexy!” You assure her. “I-I could eat you out again.” You plead as you tug and rub at yourself in frustration, so hard that it hurts. You glower down at your stubbornly inert penis, commanding it to get hard. The only thing it does is shrink to your rough treatment. “Just…gimme a sec.”

“Pff.” She watches your futile attempts at erection for a few more seconds before she shakes her head and rolls out of bed. “I’ve never even heard of a guy your age with limp dick.” She pulls on her panties and slips a baggy sweater on. She looks at you, looks at your flaccid penis, then shakes her head sadly. “We’re done Jesse.”

“Wh…What!?” You stop stroking and sit back in the center of the bed. “Wait, Allison, if it’s just about, um…I-I can get some pills.” She scoffs and rolls her eyes. You reach out to beckon her back into bed but she slips out of your reach. “I’ll do better. I swear. Please baby. I’m sorry.”

“I tried Jesse. I really tried.” She says with the grim tone of finality in her voice. “You’re sweet. You’re obliging. You’re even cute sometimes.” She sighs. “And you are everything that a woman doesn’t want in a man.”

You crumple as the cold dagger of truth is driven deep into your heart. Struggling to contain your tears you whisper. “But…I love you.”

“No you don’t.” She sneers as she throws your declaration to the ground like so much trash. “Love? Pff! You’re in love with the idea of love. You’re just so **** to cling onto someone, anyone, that will have you that you’d say anything. You don’t love me, you only love yourself. It’s only ever been about you, hasn’t it?” She seethes. “How dare you say those words to me!”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry.” She mocks. “Even now you can’t stand up for yourself. You’re as soft as that pointless pecker of yours. Useless!”

You bow your head and whisper. “Sorry.”

She sighs again, done with you and your issues. Looking to the bedside clock she says. “The night’s still young and I don’t intend on wasting it. I’m taking a shower. Don’t be here when I get out.”

You nod…then fall to pieces the moment she leaves the room.

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You are a wreck as you drive home. So much so you are **** to pull over during as the sobbing becomes too much to contain. Being torn down and cast aside was bad enough, but it was the truth in Allison’s words that really brought you to your knees. You were selfish. You were weak. You were unlovable. You were useless. You were…wrong. Just wrong. As a boyfriend, a man, a person, and…in every other way.

Wallowing in the pain of this low, lonely moment you instinctively reach out to the only people that would put up with you. Your family. With shaking hands you pull your phone from your pocket and fumble at the screen. Through teary eyes you look at the list of names, each one of them calling to you for a different reason. With Chloe you could have a laugh and go on some wacky adventure to take your mind away from your pathetic existence. With Auntie Peg you would find wisdom and calm to help you navigate these turbulent waters. In Elsie you would have unconditional love and support to rebuild your shattered heart. In nurturing safety Mom would hold you and care for you and tell you that everything was going to be okay. Your finger even hovers over Fiona’s name, in her own cruel way she’d give you a good kick in the ass and another healthy dose of unvarnished honesty that your weakling ass desperately needed to hear if you were ever going to make anything of yourself.

You are about to make the call when your mind casts back to when you started having the erectile issues that spelled the end to you and Allie. It was right after ‘that day’. That day that you learned the truth about your sick and twisted mutant family. Since that day every time you started to get intimate with Allison your imagination would wander to…them and those hot, curvaceous bodies with the appendage that didn’t belong. The harder you tried not to think about them the more your libidinous focus would linger on them. Even just masturbating to regular girls was becoming more difficult as taboo thoughts of Elsie and Fiona and Mom and even Chloe and Peg and all the perverted things they got up to would intrude to dance in your confused imagination.

It was wrong! It was all so wrong!

No wonder you were the way that you were. It was so clear now. You were raised with these sickos. These…abominations. They weren’t even human, they were mutants! Ugly, deviant, unnatural freaks! Their minds as misshapen and warped as their disgusting bodies. Their love as malformed as those nasty horse cocks hanging between their legs. Sorrow and pity transform to bitter anger as you scan down that list of names. Chloe, foul and insane. Peg, too consumed by her precious work to make time for her family. Elsie, the ultimate enabler in keeping you weak. Mom, doting and overbearing and refusing to let you grow up. And that bitch Fiona, the bully whom was surely the source of at least half your insecurities. Monsters, every one.

If you had a normal family, a healthy family of proper and morally right human women, you would be confident and dynamic and have normal desires and be everything that you were supposed to be. You would be the man of the house, not the runt of the litter. All this time you had thought something was wrong with you. But it wasn’t you. It was them! It was always them! Everything was their fault!