𝒯𝓇𝓊𝓉𝒽𝓈 (book 1/?) ~Dadzawa Series~

Chapter 8

This chapter is going to be in Bakugou's PoV and is just a flashback. Read at your own risk. This is a graphic depiction of a gang bang. I am so sorry. I didn't want to write it but it was necessary for the story. If you don't want to read it, I'll give you a brief overview of what happens. So, Bakugou is taken by Hayami into an abandoned parking lot and is gang banged. They do weird shit and it's gross (I don't write too much about that stuff) and then Hayami comes in and does a photoshoot. It's how she got the photo she used as blackmail in one of the previous chapters.

Bakugou thought today was going to be a good day. He thought Hayami wasn't going to want anything to do with him that day and would stick to cleaning and cooking for his parents, but he was wrong. So, terribly wrong. More wrong than he's ever been in his life.

He was walking home from school that day and as usual, his music blasted in his ears, shredding them. When suddenly he was pulled into a car, his mouth immediately covered with a shit smelling cloth and then suddenly passing out.

When Bakugou came to, he was in an abandoned parking lot. The walls were covered in graffiti and damp from the poor plumbing. Cars rust in their carspots. He tried to move but his arms had been tied behind what seemed to be a post. He fought maniacly against the restraining ropes.

"Kat! You're awake," the familiar squeal from the female he'd known for years...his tormentor.

Hayami stands at the front with a group of four men standing behind her. Each looked eager for something that Bakugou couldn't put his finger on. "What the hell is with these restraints?" he barked.

"Well, because you tried to breakup with me, I thought you deserved a punishment. These men are going to play with you. I'm so excited to watch this. Then, we'll have a little photoshoot," he explained, too excited for the events about to play out.

Bakugou tried to blast his way out of the restraints but he felt as if it was being suppressed. The man in the very back started to sport the same explosions that Bakugou used. "Don't think you're getting out of here. I can steal your Quirk," he said with a grin.

"Oh, be quiet. Let's just start. I've been waiting for this all week. I need a break from my stupid boss," a guy with purple hair in the front said and unbuckled his belt. Bakugou began to scream and thrash around. Purple walked up to him quickly and held him down, throwing his mouth over his own.

Bakugou squirmed underneath him as the guy pushed it into a makeout session within minutes. Bakugou squeezed his eyes closed, wishing and praying for everything to just go away. He could feel the mans tongue all the way down his throat.

Suddenly, a pair of hands begun peeling Bakugou's pants off harshly while another held down his thrashing legs. They carelessly ripped off his underwear and without even prepping, a dick was slammed into his hole. He let out a scream as pain ran through his body. Hands grabbed at his hips harshly as they began thumping into him.

"Ah~ You're so tight!" the guy moaned.

Purple began kissing and giving hickeys to the young boy. He hated it so much. He wanted to disappear. He wanted it all to end. But he was still there. He felt as Purple brought his hands up his shirt and towards his nipples, squeezing them pleasurably. Bakugou refused to show any signs of enjoyment, hating how his body was reacting well to what was occurring. It pissed him off.

A rough hand grabbed a hold of Bakugou's dick and began pumping it up and down, sending pleasurable signals to his brain. All he could hear were wet sounds. Disgusting wet sounds. The guy who was humping Bakugou, stopped and moaned loudly as he felt his insides filling up with the unknown substance.

He pulled out but Bakugou wasn't left alone. Another one, already wet, went inside of him. After getting his serving of pleasure, he pulled out and poured everything onto the boys stomach.

I am so terribly sorry about that but I wanted to make sure you guys got a brief idea of what was occurring. Now time skip to after they get to be gross

Bakugou is still chained up to the post, his hole dripping with the white, unknown substance. He was scared. He didn't know what was going on or what was happening with his body. He was in pain, such excrutiating pain. His manhood pulsed with pain and his lips were bruised. Disgusting black bruises were forming along his waistline. He smelt of all the men combined. He didn't like it.

It'd been five minutes since the cruel act when Hayami entered the parking lot with a camera around her neck. "Now it's time for the funnest part!" She squealed happily. Tears formed in Bakugou's eyes again but he held them back. "Now, I want you to look like you've just peaked and are feeling pleasured." Bakugou didn't know what she was saying. He was only 13 for christ sakes. He'd never been exposed to such cruelties. When Hayami realised that he didn't know what she was saying, she stormed over to him and positioned him (this is so gross. I hate this) the way she wanted. Legs apart, head thrown back, back arched. She snapped a photo before rearranging him.

Bakugou wanted to die in that moment (and I do too for writing this shit. I'm so sorry.) and the relief he felt when his bloody wrists were untied and hayami took her leave was incredible but it didn't last long. His clothes had been thrown everywhere and he couldn't even stand, let alone change and make his way back home. Nevertheless, he forced himself to do the unthinkable. Using the beam for support, he stumbled onto his feet, ignoring his cramping stomach as a glob of cum drips out of him and splatters onto the floor. Ignores the pain. The want to cry. It's as though he's depriving himself of the simple needs in life. He slowly changed into his clothes, feeling every bit of pain through his body. And that's how Hayami forever had control over Bakugou.

I do not want to edit this again. I am truly sorry about this. It's gross, I know.