Monster

5

Warning: There is rape in this chapter. I marked where it ends so you can skip it if you want.

Mark drags BamBam down those same halls all the way to the office, but instead of going in he turns right and takes another fight of stairs, turning a corner, and then down a separate hall, surprised that he doesn't get any protest. They reach a door in the middle of the hallway.

Mark pulls BamBam in after him closing the door. BamBam doesn't know what to expect. Mark sounded pretty mad back there, but he hasn't spoken since. BamBam doesn't make it two steps from the door before Mark shoves him roughly against it pinning his shoulders, as he looks over BamBam's skinny body.

The boy has an interesting style, he noticed that while they were scouting. He brings one hand up to trace his fingers along the thin choker, giving it an appraising hum. He flips BamBam around so his chest is against the door.

"Keep your hands here." His tone is demanding as he places BamBam's hands on the door and then runs his hands down BamBam's arms, down his sides to his hips squeezing at the prominent bones. He pulls BamBam's hips back a little to meet his, earning a squeak from BamBam when he feels Mark dick pressing against his jeans. BamBam is so scared he is shaking.

"Are you listening?" Mark asks, waiting for BamBam to nod before continuing. "Except that you aren't, because if you were listening, you would've cleaned that plate"

BamBam opens his mouth to protest, but Mark shushes him. BamBam doesn't know what to do. Mark sounds scary calm and so so disappointed and BamBam really doesn't understand why.

"You're going to figure out very quickly, that's things are always better when you do what I say" Mark rips open BamBam's jeans, tearing the button off,  and yanks them down his thin legs, his underwear following easily he lifts BamBam's legs enough to slide them off his feet and toss them a few feet away.

BamBam prays for some kind of prep but his hopes aren't high when Mark undoes his own pants taking out his cock and rubbing it against BamBam's ass. And fuck is Mark big. Mark hums, moaning just a little before pulling away. BamBam shrieks when one of Marks fingers enter him without warning. Mark uses his free hand to cover his mouth.

"Be quiet." Mark orders reaching next to BamBam where he keeps some lotion and squirts a small amount on his fingers, shoving them inside BamBam once again. BamBam bites his lip, trying not to cry but it hurts so much.

"Wai–I've never–I don't—" BamBam squeaks small sobs escaping when he speaks.

Mark sighs heavily, "I literally just told you to be quiet" Mark rips his fingers out of him. He takes his cock and lines it up with BamBams hole, using what's left of the lotion to stroke himself a few times. "maybe next time you'll do what you're told"

BamBam looks back at him, afraid to speak, hoping that maybe Mark won't go any farther. This is a joke, right? Just a joke. A really scary joke. The hope dies fast as he catches Mark eyes. Cold.

"Maybe next time you'll listen to me" He says before thrusting in all at once. BamBam screams clawing at the door, feeling like he's being ripped open, he wonders if any amount of prep would have made this better.

Do people actually enjoy this?

He finds that hard to believe when Mark pulls out and slams back in, repeatedly. He grabs BamBam's hips and forces him to arch his back a little more, going deeper with each thrust until hes all the way in and he picks up his pace, completely ignoring BamBam's pleas for him to stop.