CHAD COMES HOME, Part 1
By Elrohir, Elrohir57@Gmail.com
Like a wild horse, they'd broken him ...



(Someone asked me for a conclusion to Chad Gets Tag-Teamed, in which our hero
was seduced by an Amazon and raped by her daughter, then broken; and Chad Gets
Victimized by Nurse Betty, where in the hospital his nurse used and abused him
for her own purposes. This story is the beginning of the end.)

They loaded the paralyzed Chad into the back of the van Shayna had rented:
both the 2nd and 3rd seats were folded flat and pushed together to make a bed.
Even though Chad still had casts on both arms and legs, 16 year-old Stella sat
in the back with him to make sure he didn't slide off into the floor when they
rounded a corner or something. She cradled his head in her lap and gently
stroked his hair while she looked down into his eyes with a hungry,
mischievous stare. "Just relax, Chaddy, Stella is gonna take good care of our
little man." She winked, which terrified him. The Pancuronium had still not
worn off, so he was completely unable to move a muscle even though he could
see, hear, and feel whatever happened to him, and she had done so much to him
two weeks before when he'd had a fighting chance, he could only imagine what
she could do now that he was completely helpless.

Stella's face was, however, still exquisitely beautiful, and her
tank-top-covered breasts looked ever so inviting as they jutted out above him.
As the van pulled out, she leaned over him to adjust his hospital gown so that
nothing embarrassing would be seen by passersby, and as she did so her round,
full orbs nestled themselves onto his face. He hated to admit how much he
would love to suck one of those nipples into his mouth and go to town on it,
but of course it was a moot point, a saving grace that he couldn't even open
his mouth. Despite his conscious adherence to virtue another part of his
anatomy involuntarily responded, and soon he was tenting the gown, his center
pole having risen to its entire 8-inch height. "Ooh, Chaddy!" she chuckled
softly, "You ARE glad to see me!" She felt around under the gown and took hold
of his massive man-meat, stroking it slowly, savoring its heft and girth.

Her body was soon having a response of its own, as she longed to take him the
way she had two weeks before, using him as a live toy for her own pleasure.
She'd had one boy her own age while Chad was in hospital, but the boy had been
a macho jerk hell-bent on doing things his way and he had fought her for
control but wound up getting bent for real. It was rather off-putting, and in
the end she had gotten more satisfaction from nearly destroying him than from
the rather mediocre sexual pleasure she had wrung out of him. Raping Chad had
been SO much more fun, and he was such a good sport about it when it was over,
she couldn't help but want to take him again. Too bad Mom had gotten jealous
and broken him up, with painful consequences for Stella as well, but
eventually they had worked things out, for the most part, at least.

"Oh, Chaddy, you look so cute and helpless lying there!" she whispered in his
ear. "I can do anything I want and you won't make a sound! Hmmm, what to do
... ?" She pinched his nose shut with her fingers and watched his chest begin
to spasm as his lungs struggled to take in air. She giggled. "Oh, so much
control I have over my little man!" She looked down at his face and saw a tear
roll out of his eye and run down the side of his face. "Ha!" She smiled and
continued to watch his chest heave and spasm in a futile attempt to take in
oxygen. Finally after almost a minute she released her hold on his nose, and
was rewarded by the sudden rushing sound as his lungs desperately sucked in
what seemed like all the air in the van. "I would never kill you, Chaddy," she
said sweetly, "unless you crossed me, of course." She smiled and winked.

She reached under the gown, took both of his nipples in between her thumbs and
fingertips and gave them both a hard twisting. Stella knew from experience
that Chad's weakness was having his nipples tweaked, but this was something
else altogether. She pinched and twisted as hard as she could, making them red
and swelling so that they were almost ready to bleed. Another tear formed in
the corner of his eye, but Stella noted with satisfaction that his hard-on,
which had flagged while he was suffocating, was now raging, actually sort of
twitching, making the gown jump. She slid down beside him to where she could
get both hands around his throbbing member and began stroking in earnest.
Although motionless on the outside, Chad's brain was screaming on the inside.
He was suffering a tortuous mixture of ecstasy and fear. He hoped to Heaven
that Stella's mother Shayna could not see from the driver's seat that Stella
was again playing with her mother's boy toy. The last time that happened, Chad
wound up in hospital. But he was powerless to do anything about it, so he
resolved to enjoy Stella's powerful pumping of his pounding pillar of passion
while he could. At least he would die happy ... .

"STELLA!" yelled Shayna suddenly as she looked back in the rearview mirror.
Chad's heart almost stopped: Oh, God help me, he thought. Shayna had almost
killed him that last time. What terrible fate would she have for him if it
happened again? "WHAT DID I TELL YOU?! DO NOT MAKE A MESS BACK THERE! I'M NOT
PAYING TO HAVE THIS VAN CLEANED! Keep it neat, please."

"Sure thing, Mom!" she smiled. "Sorry I got carried away." To Chad she
whispered "See? Everything's all right between us, now ... just like you're
going to be!" She moved the gown aside and took him into her mouth as far as
she could, then began stroking his shaft with her hands while swirling the
head with her tongue. Chad was UNBELIEVABLY relieved that Shayna was not going
to kill him. As a result he was in ecstasy and on the brink of coming within
less than a minute, but Stella, having learned from Chad how to control a
man's pleasure, used her newfound talent well, encircling his shaft with her
thumb and forefinger about two inches below the head and squeezing. Thus
distracted and controlled, his erection subsided a bit, and in a few seconds
he was no longer in danger of exploding. She began stroking again, making him
rock hard once more, only to take him down again when he was near the edge.
She could only use his cock's appearance to judge how close he was to coming,
since his face and body were completely expressionless, but she managed quite
well to take him up and down several times more. Finally his member began
quaking and pre-cum began to flow like water, so Stella covered his head with
her mouth while stroking his shaft furiously with both hands. Chad's 32
year-old cock spasmed mightily, spewing forth more salty goodness than Stella
had ever experienced, even though she had milked several prolific, horny teens
since becoming a woman. She hungrily swallowed each gushing wave, and when she
sensed his last explosion coming, she sucked as hard as she could, vacuuming
it forth so that it rocketed out of him, making his last contraction
incredibly powerful. Either the Pancuronium was wearing off or the orgasmic
firestorm in Chad's brain was overcoming the drug's effects, because his body
vibrated with the last contraction, a wave of trembling passing through him as
his cock dry-heaved. Stella contained every last drop, looked lovingly into
his staring eyes, forced his mouth open with her fingers, and kissed him
deeply, dribbling his cum down his throat. She stroked his Adam's apple to
make him swallow involuntarily. "Mmm" she hummed with satisfaction. "See how
good you taste?"

Chad was spent and exhausted without having moved a muscle (okay, ONE muscle),
and soon he was snoring with his eyes open. The next thing he knew, Shayna had
him cradled in her super strong arms and was carrying him like a baby into the
house. She carried him upstairs to the guest bedroom and laid him in the
hospital bed she had rented, elevating his head slightly for comfort. Within
seconds he was snoring again, so they closed his eyes and left him there to
rest and recover for the remainder of the night.

He awakened the next morning when Stella came into the room, dressed in a
white tank top and running shorts and carrying a food tray. Whatever it was
smelled delicious. "Mom's Cream of Chicken Soup!" she said in answer to his
hungry look. To his delight, she sat on the edge of the bed and fed it to him
one spoonful at a time. She was so bright and cheerful, not scary at all,
except every few minutes when she got that ravenously hungry look in her eye
and started licking her lips. Chad felt fearful anticipation, like a roller
coaster rider slowly riding up the big incline to the summit: there was no
telling what would happen once he crested the top and began the terrifying,
exhilarating ride down.

"Did you enjoy the ride home yesterday, Chaddy?" she said sweetly right after
feeding him a spoonful. He almost choked on it, his face turning beet red.

"I, uh, really did" he finally said truthfully. "You're quite talented." He
hoped Shayna wasn't somewhere listening.

Stella giggled, "That's 'cause I'm strong to da finach!" She stood up, did her
best Popeye squint, danced a few steps of a mock sailor's gig and then went
into a double bicep pose. She may have been just a teenager, but Stella's
muscles were magnificent. Despite her baby fat, when she flexed, powerful
mounds of muscle appeared, and on her exposed midriff just a hint of the six
pack abs underneath could easily be seen. She was teddy bear sexy and mama
bear scary all at the same time.

She went into several more poses, flexing mightily each time. It awed and
overwhelmed him, and with his limbs in casts he was unable to move to conceal
his admiration, which was rising up underneath the bed sheet. "Ooh, I see the
Circus is coming to town," she laughed. "The tent pole is already up!" She
pulled back the sheet and admired the view before she again pounced on the
throbbing love organ and showed him the techniques she had learned, devouring
him but keeping his climax at bay for a good thirty minutes or more, until
finally finishing him off in a grand style that left him breathless and spent.
He fell asleep and napped for at least an hour, and when he awoke, Stella was
nowhere to be seen. He watched TV the rest of the morning, but could barely
concentrate on anything but reliving the incredible experiences of last
evening and that morning, which he had never wanted but was nevertheless
compelled to enjoy.

At lunch time, Shayna herself appeared with a tray of finger sandwiches, a
pain pill in a little cup, and a plastic glass filled with red wine, a
drinking straw in it. Chad smiled timidly up at her, both in fear and awe: she
was still a dark-haired goddess, her 40-ish feminine but powerful body clearly
in evidence. Her obvious power, coupled with her potential for rage, both
terrified and thrilled him. She could tell he was enthralled by her, and she
couldn't help but smile a little. "Don't expect this every day," she said
sternly, "I have to go away for two weeks on business. Stella will take care
of you for part of that time, since she's on summer vacation, then we'll have
professional help coming in."

She sat on the edge of the bed and chatted with him while she tore the little
sandwiches into bite-size pieces and fed them to him, asking about his time in
hospital and how his recovery was going. When the little meal was gone, she
gave him the pill and had him wash it down with wine he sucked through the
straw. "I know it's not kosher to give you wine and pain meds, but you're not
really getting a big dose of either. My medical advisor says it should be
relatively safe and quite pleasant." Chad was no connoisseur, but he could
tell the wine was an excellent cabernet sauvignon, so smooth and tasty he
sucked it all down rather quickly. Shayna stood, bent down and kissed him
deeply, her breasts pressing into his chest and shoulder. When she finished,
the kiss had taken his breath away. He stared into her eyes in awe of her
erotic majesty. She again smiled slightly in spite of herself, and softly said
"Sorry, Chad, I'd love to do more, but in your condition I'm afraid I might
break you." She patted his head, collected the dishes and left the room. As he
watched her exquisite backside recede from view, Chad's manhood stood tall
with longing, but its desire would go unrequited since the casts kept him from
even touching himself. Soon, however, relaxing warmth spread through his body
and he fell fast asleep.

He slept for many hours, through the dinner hour and into the wee hours of the
morning. He awoke before dawn. Unable to do anything else, he managed to use
the remote with his fingers to turn on the TV, but at that hour there was
little to watch beyond endless infomercials, so he eventually switched it off
and fell back asleep. Later he awoke with a start, which at first he thought
was due to the sun shining into his eyes, but then he realized it was because
he had a raging case of morning wood, and Stella had found it and was pumping
it with both hands more rapidly than he thought possible. In no time, his
pre-cum began to flow and soon he erupted in an overwhelming orgasm. Stella
sealed her lips around the head and captured every bit of the flood, hungrily
drinking it down. When he was fully drained, she stood up and smiled down at
him with satisfaction. Discovering a tiny drop of white elixir in the corner
of her mouth, she scooped it away with a delicate finger and pushed it into
his mouth. "Only a little for you, this time!" she grinned, and walked out.

An hour later she returned with breakfast, a basin of warm water, and a
washcloth. She fed him and then gave him a sponge bath. Like Pavlov's dog,
reflexively Chad became instantly aroused, but Stella ignored the pulsating
pud other than to cleanse it ever so briefly, after which she left until lunch
time, when again she would feed him and see to his hygiene, and she would
again do so at dinner, although then she did stay and watch TV with him for
just a little while.

It went like that for most of the two weeks: Once a day, at some point Stella
would devour Chad, as if she was purposely milking him. Toward the end of that
period he found that Stella's breasts had gotten noticeably bigger, and he
fantasized that his essence was making her more of a woman, although he knew
realistically that was not possible ... was it?

One day, she came in at lunchtime and fed him. Afterwards she cradled him in
her arms and carried him to the loveseat on the other side of the room,
sitting him up on it. Carefully she spread his cast-laden legs apart and knelt
between them on the floor. She removed her tank top and watched his eyes as he
took in the sight of her newly huge boobs. "See what you've done to me?" she
smiled. He could not take his eyes off them, and soon a tent was rising in his
hospital gown.

She folded that gown back across his chest, grasped his manhood and placed it
between her breasts, then pushed them together and moved them up and down ,
fucking him with her tits while she greedily looked him in the eyes. It was
unbelievably erotic: Chad began moaning uncontrollably almost immediately, his
head jerked back and his eyes closed. Stella chuckled "What a man controller
this thing is! No wonder they call it a joystick ... ." She moved her breasts
up and down even faster, and soon Chad cried out and exploded all over her
chest as she yelled "Come, baby! Give it up for Stella!"

After he finished spewing, she used a firm hand grip to milk out the last few
drops of cum from his softening spigot, dribbling it onto her nipples. She
stood up, gently pushed his legs back together and straddled his hips on the
couch, smiling down at him. "Now lick them clean, Chaddy, and get every last
delicious drop!"

"Please, Stella" Chad whined, "You've totally exhausted me! I can barely keep
my eyes open." That was true, but he also balked because even though he had
already tasted his own cum more than once, he was still a little revolted by
it, and this time there would be a LOT to clean up. ... But Stella was having
none of that.

She grabbed the hair on the back of his head with both hands and roughly
pulled his face into her cavernous cleavage. "DO IT!" she commanded, and began
smothering him with her ample appendages. A muffled "Mmmph!" was all he could
manage by way of a reply. In seconds he was beginning to suffocate. She bent
her head down and whispered in his ear, "I may not be the Mistress of the
House, but I am YOUR Mistress, Chaddy, as are all women in this house, and you
will do as I say without question. Chad tried to turn his head from side to
side to gain a breath, but his movements were futile, and only managed to
smear his face all over with cum. Panicked by impending suffocation, in sudden
capitulation he began licking every bit of her cleavage with his tongue.

"Ooh, baby, that's better!" Stella cooed, still controlling his head but
easing up enough to let him breathe. He lapped and licked continuously while
she ever so slowly moved his head around over her upper chest and bodacious
breasts, gradually moving him down toward her nipples. "Mmm, that's good!" she
whispered. Chad was finally becoming accustomed to the taste of his cum, and
she made him take so long lapping at her beautiful round orbs that his
refractory period expired, and he became rock hard again. She made him pause
long enough for her to envelope his cock with her strong young pussy, then
began slowly riding him while she pressed his head to first one nipple and
then the other so he could lick them clean as well. She had been waiting for
this for weeks, and suddenly began riding him like a bronco, slamming him
inside her, and within a few minutes she came violently, her shaking
contractions squeezing the imprisoned member and sending Chad beyond the point
of no return. He moaned and erupted inside her while her orgasm continued, her
ejaculate mixing with his. She finally settled on his lap, pulling his head
onto her chest.

She had completely drained him, in more ways than one. Even in his depleted
state, though, a sudden troubling thought occurred to him. "Stella, are you on
the pill?"

"Ha! I can promise you needn't worry about that, this time, Chaddy. What you
need to think about now is cleaning up the mess you made down there." She
seemed to be insatiable! Chad groaned, and instantly regretted it. She grabbed
his hair and pulled his head away to face her, looking into his eyes with a
steely gaze. "Remember what I told you? Now get to work. You can start by
sucking my nipples instead of just licking them."

"Yes, Mistress Stella" he said, completely cowed. She arched her back slightly
and he lowered his mouth to do as he was told, sucking gently at first, then a
little harder as she responded with another "Mmm ... ", then still harder. She
moved her hand down the breast from top to bottom, compressing it as she went,
and suddenly his mouth was filled with an unfamiliar taste. It was ... .
Chad's eyes snapped open with the realization-- breast milk!

Stella laughed "That's why you don't have to worry about protection. You
already knocked me up six weeks ago, baby!" Chad froze, stunned, until she
shook his head by the hair and said "Don't stop sucking, Chaddy. It's the only
breakfast you're going to have today."

"B-but ... " he stammered.

"CHAD?! WHAT DID I TELL YOU?"

"Yes, Mistress." Chad suckled at Stella's teat like a little baby, draining
one and then the other, after which just like a little baby he burped and fell
fast asleep, dreaming of being beaten up by a super strong little girl toddler
bearing his name. Hearing him whimper in his sleep, Stella decided to take
pity on him. She cradled him up in her super strong arms and gently placed him
back in the bed, then left to do her workout and take a shower before heading
for the beach.

Stella brought him lunch and dinner, but did not stay any longer than
necessary to feed him because she was uncomfortable with the way he stared at
her with terror in his eyes the entire time. The next morning she brought
breakfast and the basin of warm water with a washcloth. She paid special
attention to cleaning his nether regions, but Chad barely moved, just stared
into space, looking traumatized. Later, after dinner, when Stella got up to
leave, she turned back and softly said "It's okay, Chaddy, I won't bother you
for a while. Your professional care giver comes tomorrow, anyway."

Chad smiled wanly and said "Thank you, Mistress Stella." This girl was half
his age, strong, gorgeous, and actually seemed to like him, but she could be
terrifying just like her mother, and he was now tied to her forever as the
father of her child.

Bright and early the next day, Chad heard the doorbell ring, then footsteps on
the stairs. There was a knock at his bedroom door, but it was thrown open
before he could say anything, and there stood a small voluptuous blonde in
hospital scrubs, whom he instantly recognized. "Nurse Betty!" he said,
startled. He fancied he heard someone groaning "NOOOOOOOO!" in the distance,
but then discovered it WASN'T in the distance: He was the one doing the
groaning ... .