Coach

Beginning

     Warning: This chapter contains punishment, rape, and possible triggers. If you are uncomfortable reading any of the things listed above, please look for the ~ symbols as they will signal the beginning and end of said part(s). Thank you for your consideration.

Beautiful. The brown eyed boy with midnight colored locks could only be described as beautiful. He was delicate and this was easy to see by all with eyes. Deep in the chocolate orbs rested a look of fragility so apparent that not even the school's biggest bullies messed with the boy. This was Richmond. Richmond, deemed 'Richie' by his best and only friend, Victor, was the only son of the second best lawyer practicing in their small town. What of Victor? Was he bullied? Oh course not. What kind of person would pick on a child who already has issues to deal with?
     Richie and Victor were friends from birth and Richie knows that, though Victor hid it well, the older boy had an illness no doctor could cure. Sometimes, Richie once noted, Victor is damn near homicidal. But that was okay because friends  don't judge friends.
    The two boys did everything together as true friends do. They ate together during lunch hour, walked home together, and, at times, even showered together.  The only time the two weren't together was when the were at their respective houses to sleep or when Richie was at football practice. Oh course, Richie himself wasn't on the team pre say. He was more of a water boy or a team manager.
    Often, Richmond would stay late at school to watch the Bearcats practice and to help with the equipment. This is how, one day, Richmond found himself in a rather sticky predicament.

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"Please, please don't! I-I didn't mean too. I-it won't happen again." The words slipped out before the ravenette could stop them. A look of udder horror passed through chocolate eyes as the jaw of the man in front of him clenched. "I'm so-sorry...sir." The title was tacked on as an afterthought and that didn't pass unnoticed by Ethan Jones.
Jones was the best coach the bearcats had had in over fifty years and, because of this, he expected- no, demanded- respect. So when the Junior so bluntly disrespected him something deeply hidden inside the blond snapped. Hazel eyes darkened and a hand reached down to steadily undo a leather belt.
"Drop those pants and bend over, boy. " a whimper escaped slightly parted lips and the boy rushed to do as told knowing from experience that things were about to get a hell of a lot worse. Soon enough Richie's pants were down and his body draped not so elegantly across one of the locker room benches. The sound of leather popping against itself met Richie's ears seconds before the belt connected with flesh for the first time.
Richie cried out but a hard pull to his black locks silenced him quickly and seven more stinging lashes followed the first before something warm and wet met a part of Richie that had never been touched by anyone other than himself. "Little fag likes watching my players does he? How does he like this?" A finger, slick with saliva, was forced inside the sixteen-year-old's virgin hole and ripped out nearly as quickly only to be joined by another moments later as two thick fingers push in roughly causing the boy to whimper and struggle in pain.
Jones' other hand, the free one, slid around Richie's waist and grabbed ahold of the member growing stiff despite the sour feeling that was growing in Richmond's stomach. "Sick fuck likes this." Jones' voice groaned into nearly innocent ears. "Joke's on him, I do too." Then, all too soon, fingers are removed and another part of the coach's anatomy is positioned at the now looser ring of muscle. In one, painful push, Jones' cock is planted as deeply in Richmond as it could possibly go.
     A bitten off scream bounced around the room and chased by the blond's grunts and moans. Tears poured out of chocolate eyes and streamed down peach cheeks. An eternity passed in less then thirty minutes before the elder jerked the boy to completion and spilled in Richie's defiled ass.

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     Slumped over the boy, Jones ran his clammy fingers through midnight hair and wiped his other hand off on the towel Richie had been folding forever ago. "If you tell anyone about this, fag, next time it'll be worse. This is between you and I, boy." The coach pulled out of the younger male and sperm ran down flushed thighs. The word 'Tomorrow' is said as a promise and the older man leaves as if he were never there.
Tears spilled down his face yet again as Richie uses a paper towel to clean cum off of his inner thighs before tossing the paper towel in the trash. Scooping up the now ruined towel. Feeling used and filthy, Richmond redressed and scooped up the car keys that had been in his pants pocket before...
     Hands shaking violently, the boy reached into his locker and pulls out his phone. Typing in a well memorized number, Richie waits for the grumbled hello. "Victor? Can you come get me? I-I got something in my eye so I had to take out my contacts?" After a mumbled 'yes' Victor hung up leaving the other head half stuck in the all-too-recent past.

A/N:
I know, I know it's way late. I hope you can forgive me for A) not posting this sooner and B) for what I just did to Richmond.

I know some of you probably don't care too much for Victor or his best friend but I promise you that both characters have a reason for how they were in Scars.

Also, thank you guys so much for the 6k views on Scars! Hope you all can come to forgive Richie. And, before you ask, Victor will play a major part in this story.

I'd love to hear (read) your thoughts.

Thanks for reading!