Bound (Escape Side-Story)

Pain ripped through his ribs as he woke up. This was the worst part, always, always the worst part. After a beating when his father went out to the bar and he finally got comfortable enough to get some semblance of rest, he always woke up to more pain than he remembered falling asleep with. Everything was stiff, blood was dried on and uncomfortable and his bones and bruises protested to movement. His head was foggy and his vision blurred. He tried to get up but realized his hands were tied.

He furrowed his brow, trying to remember. The last thing he had seen was his dad standing over him with the baseball bat. He had hit him in the ribs, the back, the legs. The head. He hadn't fallen asleep at all, he'd been knocked out cold. Maybe. He closed his eyes, tried to recall, but it was gone. Blank. If he was tied here though, it meant they weren't done with him. His dad didn't want him going anywhere, disappearing, because he was coming back.

Dominic's blackout must have interrupted the beating, after all it was no fun if he couldn't see the pain on his face. He wanted a more lively target than that. Dom looked around, he was on a bed, but which bed? He blinked a few times, still trying to focus and saw he was in his own room. Great, more blood on the sheets. He was naked except for a pair of briefs and it was so cold. He tried to move, tried to find a way to wriggle under the blankets somehow but when he did a white hot bolt of lightning shot through him and he cried out in pain. He squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth, waiting for it to die down a bit before he tried again. When he did, he went a bit slower and though it didn't help much he managed to push the blanket beneath him down to a point where he could get his legs under them.

Blood could be seen on the part of the blanket where his back had been and the sheets were sticking to him uncomfortably now, no doubt all the movement had caused something to start bleeding again. At least he was warmer. He pulled against the bonds on his wrists, grinding his teeth against the pain in his shoulders. How long had his arms been above his head like this?

That's when the door to his bedroom opened. His father and his father's favorite partner stood there. He could've started to cry right then if it weren't for his damned pride. Crying would be letting them win, and letting them win was never an option.

"We thought we heard you moving around up here," said his dad. "Hmmm, you're not lookin' so good, Dom."

His partner smiled. Dom could see through his jeans he was already hard. He got off on the power and control of it all. He enjoyed rough sex, and whereas a woman might stop him if he got too rough with her at the end of a date, no one in this room would stop him if he got too rough with Dom. He moved a hand to the bulge in the front of his jeans and started to rub it. Dom closed his eyes and tried to take deep breaths. It was coming, he knew there was no stopping it and the only thing he could ever do at this point was prepare himself. He was scared to death and was already in so much pain he didn't want to take any more, but he could handle it. He always did.

"Ready?" his father asked the man who was about to rape him.

"Mmmm, I've been ready," he groaned.

"I'll leave you two alone then," his dad replied with a wicked grin and left the room, leaving the door open, so he could listen downstairs. Dominic would give him absolutely nothing to listen too.

"You passed out earlier," Scott said to Dom. "You naughty thing, you. I was so hard, and I was so ready to fuck you into the floor, but you're just not entertaining when you can't stay awake to enjoy me." He ripped the blanket off of Dom's legs and started caressing him. Dominic was already shaking. His hands were ice cold and raised goose bumps all over him.

"Apologize," he commanded.

Dom looked him hard in the face. He narrowed his eyes at the man. 'You first' he wanted to say. Scott must have read his mind because he stopped caressing when he reached Dom's chest and pushed down into his ribs. Dom clamped his jaw shut and threw his head back onto his pillow, snorting air through his nose.

"Apologize for making me wait for this," he persisted, pressing down harder.

"I'm... sorry," Dominic ground out between his teeth.

"That wasn't hard, was it?"

Dominic shook his head.

"Right, well, no point in waiting any longer, this is no time for idle chit chat." And with that, he started to remove his clothing. Socks, shirt, undershirt, belt, trousers, underwear, in that order. His dick stood a good seven or eight inches long and hard as a rock, sticking out straight from his hips. Dominic looked away, focusing on a point on the wall to stare at.

"Look at me," his torturer commanded.

He looked. Scott was stroking his length up and down, up and down, and he reached down to do the same to Dominic. Dominic had never felt anything like pleasure in these situations, it was common for his rapists to touch him there, but he'd never gotten stiff for a single one.

"Oh come on, Dom, don't you think I'm handsome?"

Dominic just looked away again. Then he felt an impact in his groin that made him gasp and sputter. He could feel it in his stomach and he almost threw up. Another blow came down on his ribs bringing tears to his eyes. He felt a weight next to him on the bed before he was lifted up and turned over. From behind him a hand wrapped around his throat and a voice whispered in his ear, "On your knees."

He did as he was told, pulling his knees under himself and propping his ass into the air. He was so humiliated and ashamed, but he couldn't escape his fate so he only buried his face in his pillow and waited. Lubricant was unceremoniously deposited on his ass and fingers roughly moved around and into his entrance to spread it. The weight behind him shifted and then he could feel the head of the man's penis resting between his cheeks. One thrust and he was balls deep inside him and Dominic bit down on his tongue so hard he tasted blood. The man behind him groaned deeply in pleasure. He pulled out almost all the way and again thrust in hard. Dominic groaned into the pillow and Scott reached around to his throat, picking his head up.

"What was that?" he asked, moving in and out languidly now, turning his hips this way and that to pleasure himself.

"Nothing," Dom murmured.

"I heard you say something boy."

"I didn't... NNNNGGGG," Dom was interrupted by an unexpected hard thrust. He gasped, again fighting the ropes that bound his hands. His wrists were raw and bleeding.

"Funny, it sounded A Lot. Like. That." Scott retorted thrusting viciously on the last three words. Dominic just ground his teeth together and stared forward, hoping it would end soon. His ass was already sore from the last time they'd done this and every passing minute he felt a little more shaky.

Scott started tracing the scars and fresh wounds all over Dom's back. Dominic whimpered, unable to keep the sound from escaping his throat. His eyes filled with unbidden tears as the rough, calloused hands explored his tortured skin. He blinked them out of his eyes and tried to keep breathing evenly, even as he was penetrated over and over. He once again pressed his face into the pillow, clutching fabric between his teeth.

Suddenly, he felt the weight lift off his back and he was empty. Scott lifted him and flipped him onto his back. Dominic arched off the bed at the unexpected contact, eyes wide and mouth open in a silent scream. He gasped and let out a muffled grunt of agony. His legs were picked up off the bed and Scott was inside of him again. Scott leaned down into his face. Dominic tried to turn his head to the side but Scott took ahold of his jaw and forced him to look into his eyes. Dom could smell the alcohol on his breath and the blood on his hands and his stomach turned.

"I want to see your face when I cum," he growled at Dominic. He picked up speed and started going harder and deeper. Dominic clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes, staring Scott straight in the face. Dom would not let him see pain. He dug his nails into the palms of his hands where they were bound. It would be over soon. He just kept focusing on that, soon, soon, soon.

Harder. Faster. Harder. Faster. Deeper. Fuck. Shit. Dom squeezed his eyes shut and Scott slapped him hard.

"I said look at me."

He looked. But God Fucking Damn it hurt so much. He couldn't breathe, he was going to scream, to cry, to puke. Worst of all he was ready to beg for an end to this. Please, he wanted to say, please, please, no more.

And then finally Scott reached his climax. He dropped his head and bit into the meaty part of Dominic's shoulder, growling and holding onto it as he gave a few more slow movements. Dom felt the hot liquid inside of him, felt is start to leak out. He felt disgusting, used, a filthy puppet, worthless, and less than human. He held back the tears that stung behind his eyes.

Scott pulled out with a sigh and stood up. He was covered in blood, the entire bed probably was.

"Mmmm," he moaned looking Dominic up and down. "You are the best lay I think I'll ever have. I'll shower first, you can have it after that."

He leaned over, untied Dom's wrists, and just as simple as that, collected his clothes and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Dominic looked around for the blanket that had been ripped off him, he was so cold. It was on the floor halfway across the room. He slowly, carefully sat up, swallowing the pain. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and held the edge as he stood up, his legs shook violently as he took the few steps to get to it. He wrapped himself up and laid back down, not caring about the blood stained sheets. He curled up into the smallest ball he could and let the pain out. Silent tears burned down his cheeks and his entire body shook uncontrollably. He gasped for air and choked back the vomit that threatened its way up his throat. It went on like that for five minutes, maybe a bit more before he realized that his father and Scott were both still here. Could both walk in at any moment. He got his breathing back under control and did his best to wipe the tears away. His shoulders were stiff and his cheek was tender where he'd been slapped. His ass was throbbing and his back, his back was as indescribably excruciating as it always was. His ribs were aching and his bleeding wrists were starting to sting where they'd been tied.

He heard the shower turn off in the bathroom and a few minutes later Scott walked in.

"All yours," he announced before turning to go downstairs.

Dom willed himself to get up. He would wash up and ask his dad if he could go to Mercedes' house next door. He needed a safe place to rest, and he didn't feel like changing his sheets right now, today had been exhausting.