Ethan's Awful Summer: Locked Doors [MPOV]

**Ethan’s Awful Summer: Part 4 - Locked Doors**

Ethan stumbled into his bedroom, locking the door behind him. 

He tossed a wad of juice-soaked paper towels into the trash can and peeled off his sticky, yolk covered shorts. He reeked of raw egg and felt too sticky to climb into bed, so he just slumped to the floor. He’d been on the floor quite a lot these past few weeks, and was starting to get well acquainted with the cold, hard surface.

Ellie and her cheer friends were packed into the upstairs bathroom; showering, getting dressed, and putting on makeup together. Even though Ethan couldn’t make out what they were saying, their voices still rattled around in his head. The girlish giggles and scattered chit-chat echoed through the halls, a constant reminder of his subservience to these wicked cheer bitches.

The pain in his testicles had subsided into a dull ache that radiated up into his gut. He sat on the floor trying to stop his legs from trembling, but it was no use. Even the security of his locked bedroom door didn’t comfort him. His mind wandered, questioning if the six cheerleaders would be strong enough to kick down his door.

It seemed like an eternity passed as he kept his ears perked - sitting in silence trying to make out what the girls were saying. In reality, only about an hour passed when Ellie finally knocked on his door and rattled the door knob.

“Hey, prick! Open up!” Ellie huffed as she pounded against the wooden door.

Ethan sat motionless, unsure what would be worse; opening the door or the eventual punishment he’d face if he refused.

“Ugh whatever… We’re heading out to the mall to get outfits for Sally’s party tonight. I’m leaving you a shopping list on the fridge, make sure you have it ready by 6 pm!” Ellie hollered as she shuffled away.

Ethan finally breathed a sigh of relief as he heard the girls leave out the front door - music blasting as they pulled away in Ellie’s car.

He crept his way to the bathroom and once again locked the door behind him, just in case.

Ethan gasped as he looked at himself in the mirror, he was a wreck. He peeled off his sticky juice soaked t-shirt revealing deep purple bruises all over his chiseled back and abdomen.

Mortified, he ripped off his tighty whities to see more bruises covering his pelvis. His dick was raw and red while his testicles had swollen to twice their normal size from all the abuse they’d suffered.

He hobbled to the shower and turned on the water. Of course, the girls left him no warm water. Ethan hopped in anyway, desperate to scrub the stickiness from his hair. He was just glad they weren’t around to make a cold shower joke or something. 

Ethan twisted the shower knob off - resting against the cold bathtub tiles. He felt a pit in his stomach as he thought about what tasks he’d have to do today. He breathed heavily as he squeezed his eyes shut - feeling up and down his own body inspecting each bruise with a sharp pang of pain.

He couldn’t control it. No matter how much he tried to shake it away, his cock began to stir and twitch. Frustrated with himself, he reached his hand down and gripped his throbbing member tightly. His mind replayed the events from last night and this morning as Ethan jerked himself off with a manic fury. Moaning and groaning so loudly he was practically shouting by the time he finally blew his load.

Ethan finished getting ready and made his way to the kitchen where he found a Post-It Note shopping list scribbled on the fridge.

“To buy:

\- Chips

\- Salsa

\- 2-liter bottle of Sprite

\- Handle of vodka

\- Tampax tampons

You’re paying! - El”

Ethan drove to the store and collected all the items his little sister requested. He threw in a new broom, a dustpan, and some sponges - knowing he’d have to use them some time soon. He hung his head low and avoided eye-contact with the female clerk as she scanned the Tampax box with a puzzled look.

He made his way back home as fast as possible - hoping to get in and get out before Ellie and her friends were even back from the mall. When Ethan pulled up to the house, he was relieved to see that the coast was still clear. He placed all of Ellie’s items on the kitchen table and scrambled out the door in a hurry.

Ethan spent the next few hours mulling about town, wanting to avoid Ellie and her girls at all costs. Their small suburban town didn’t have much to offer, but Ethan definitely did not want to risk another busting by going back home. He ended up at a local diner, staring at the clock anxiously as it ticked past 6:00 pm.

Finally, Ethan made his way home with bated breath.

“Woo!! Thank god!” Ethan hollered as he pulled up to the house and saw no cars.

He made his way into the house with a relieved smile. The silence and general lack of girlish giggles was music to his ears. The house was all his. He headed upstairs to fetch his laptop, but as he reached the top of the staircase he paused in confusion.

“What the fuck…?” The door to his bedroom was gone! The doorway was bare - no door in its hinges. Completely open and exposed.

He rushed into his room in confusion and just as he crossed the threshold Ellie jumped out from around the corner swinging their dad’s big metal toolbox wildly.

“POW!” Ellie exclaimed as she slammed the heavy steel toolbox into Ethan’s crotch.

Ethan let out a blood curdling scream startled and in pain as he crashed to the ground. Ellie just cackled and aimed her phone camera at Ethan’s pain stricken and genuinely puzzled face.

“H-h-how? W-w-what? Th-the door??” Ethan mustered through groans.

“I had the girls help me! I let them borrow my car to get rid of the door... I wonder where they’re taking it?…  Anyway! They didn’t wanna miss your reaction, so I’m recording!” Ellie said nonchalantly as she pointed to her recording cell phone.

“Saaaay busted!” Ellie teased in her sing song-y cheerleader voice as she brought her phone up to Ethan’s scrunched face.

“B-busted…” Ethan groaned.

Ellie shut off the camera and plopped down onto her brother’s bed, still chuckling to herself.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m having a fantastic summer with our little arrangement…” Ellie said with an elated sigh.

Ethan grumbled something she couldn’t make out from the floor.

“Y’know I was actually so bummed when mom and dad went to Europe without us, but I gotta say… this is probably a lot more fun than a parent-supervised vacation” Ellie said as she got up out of Ethan’s bed and stood over him.

Music blared and a horn honked from the street outside.

“Well, the girls are here to pick me up… I’m spending the night at Sally’s so don’t wait up. Consider tonight your day off!” Ellie teased as she rolled Ethan onto his back with her feet.

She brushed his hands away from his crotch and planted her sneakered foot right into his package, slowly applying pressure as she spoke.

“Say thank you, Ellie” she bossed - getting annoyed at his lack of verbal skills right now.

“Th-ank you, Ellie” Ethan blurted through gritted teeth as he winced in pain.

“Good, boy!” Ellie retorted with a wink as she lifted her foot away.

“Oh and next time, can you not leave my frickin’ tampons on the kitchen table when you know I have friends coming over? Jeez!” Ellie whined as she expertly tossed a heavy screwdriver right into Ethan’s unprotected crotch.

The screwdriver landed with a thud.

“Oof… my nuts… so… swollen...” Ethan choked out as he writhed around on the floor.

Ellie strutted her way out of Ethan’s room, instinctually reaching to close the door behind her then chuckling to herself when she remembered. Ethan listened to the front door open as he laid on the hardwood - his hands still massaging his battered berries.

“Did you guys see my Snapchat story?! That toolbox was so heavy!!” Ellie yelled out to her friends as she closed the front door and joined them in the car.

Ethan pulled himself up and collapsed back down onto his bed. He rubbed his aching testicles as he glanced towards the doorway. There was a Post-It Note stuck right over the light switch.

“No more locked doors.”