He felt a slap on his ass and he hissed in pain, as he felt his father's latest business partner slide slowly into him. He shivered, feeling the man breath down his neck and suck on his skin, forming a hickey. He bit his lip, he hated this, all of this. He was used to his body being used, he was used to the feeling of someone who's name he didn't even know being inside of him, touching him, hurting him, using him for pleasure. But he'd never get used to the filthy feeling, he'd always be aware of it and hate it.
"Moan for me." the man whispered, and he opened his mouth, letting out a high pitched moan.
"Ahh, sir." he moaned, his prostate being hit over and over again. But the pleasure was quickly replaced by pain, as the man pinched his nipples roughly, angrily.
"What did I tell you to call me, slut?"
Bailey whimpered, "S-Sorry, d-daddy."
He heard a scoff and felt hands grip his hips, the man beginning to pound into him faster, making tears form in his eyes. Bailey's moans were now mostly whimpers, the pleasure being overridden by pain; the pain of nails digging into him, his ass still burning from being spanked, his nipples having been abused. He couldn't take it anymore.
"Now be a good little slut and- wake up!" the man said, his voice raising.
Everything froze, and Bailey's eyebrows drew together in confusion.
"Huh?" he said softly.
"Just wake up goddamnit!"
"God, open your fucking eyes, newbie."
Bailey's eyes fluttered open and he saw Adrian standing over him, looking down, his expression half-concern, half-annoyance. "Finally." he muttered.
"A-Adrian." Bailey said, squinting due to time brightness, "W-What time is it?"
Adrian moved away from him and sat down on his own bed, "Too early, almost 6 a.m." he said.
Bailey looked at him in confusion, "Then- I don't- class doesn't start until 8:30, I didn't plan on waking up for another hour at least." he said, now getting a little annoyed himself.
"Yeah, well, neither did i." Adrian said and leaned back, "But you're noisy ass woke me up."
Bailey's eyes widened and his cheeks went red, "What do you mean?" he asked, hoping what he was thinking wasn't true.
"I heard noises coming from you, as I woke up I thought maybe you are having a little dirty dream." Adrian smirked fleetingly, "But then I realised it was more like... Whimpers? More whiney? Didn't sound to good so I thought I should wake you. What happened, you having a little nightmare?"
Bailey let out a little sigh of relief and looked down, knotting his fists in his bedsheets, "Uh, I um... Y-Yeah, I should've told you maybe, I get night terrors. Often. Uh I also sleep talk sometimes- say some really weird stuff that you shouldn't think twice of. It's nothing to worry about."
Adrian looked at him for a moment before humming, "I wasn't all that worried, but maybe I should be, if it's my precious sleep on the line here. You go through some trauma as a kid or something?"
"Uh" he looked up and gulped, hesitating. How does one communicate with people? "I-I guess... You could say that. Sort of." he gave Adrian a small smile before averting his eyes again.
He sat up with an amused look on his face and leaned forward on his elbows, studying Bailey's face, "Being vague, keeping it mysterious. I like it, good tactic. You should know I'll find out eventually, I have that kind of... Charm." he gave out a short breathy laugh and stood up, "Well, since I can't go back to sleep I may as well get some practice done and shower before breakfast. See you 'round, newbie."
"Uh, y-yeah, see you, Adrian." Bailey said softly, watching Adrian pick up a bag and a football, grab his towel, and leave.
Bailey tugged on the hem of his pink sweater, pulling it lower over his ripped denim jeans as he walked into the crowded cafeteria. He looked around him, anxious, terrified. He spotted a few boys picking up trays and getting in line. They were all so tall. Were 17 year old boys always so tall? When he was forced to drop out of school, at 12, he was around the same height as all his classmates, maybe a little below average.
And he'd thought he'd had growth spurt, Jesus Christ, compared to everyone here he was tiny.
“Hey there you are!” he felt a hand touch his shoulder and jumped slightly, turning around abruptly. He came face to face with Adrian— or well, face to... collarbones— who was smiling at him.
“H-Hi, good morning.” Bailey said quickly, “Uh, did you have a nice practice?”
Adrian nodded, and ruffled his still-damp hair, “Lovely weather. Perfect for running laps and so on.”
Bailey just nodded, not knowing what else to say. He had really enjoyed football when he was younger, but his parents never had the money to pay for any lessons, and when his mother died he wasn't even allowed to go play with the other boys after school. And then, of course, when he was practically being held prisoner in his own home, his father never payed for the sports channel. So there went that hobby.
Adrian hummed softly, eyeing Bailey as he did ever so often, as if trying to decipher who this really was, what he could think of him, what it was he was hiding. The stare with narrowed eyes and furrowed eyebrows sent chills down Bailey's spine and he quickly looked away.
Adrian then shook his head and draped one arm around his shoulders, “Well come on, little one, let's get you some food. Perhaps then you won't be so little, you need to eat to grow big and strong.” he leaned down and whispered into his ear, “I'll let you be with me now in the beginning just so that you're not a loner. I'll show you around, no worries.”
Bailey gave him a small smile as the two of them stopped by the line of other boys, and Bailey decided he could try to assert a bit of dominance.
“I'd really appreciate if you called me by my name, and not little one.” he said, his heart pounding. He didn't want to seem rude and he most certainly didn't want Adrian to hate him, “Also if you treated my as your equal. I might be a little small and a few months younger than you, but please don't treat me like a child.”
There was a moment of silence and he knew he fucked up. He turned around to see Adrian looking at him, a little stunned. He then blinked and nodded, his look of astonishment turned to a little, lopsided smile.
He ruffled Bailey's hair, “Sure thing.” He said, “And good for you, you should stand up for yourself, little— Bailey. I meant Bailey.”
It took a while for the words to register in Bailey's head and a grin spread across his face.
“Thank you.” he said softly.
Should my chapters be longer? Lol irdk what's suitable, rn they're around 1k words, is it better if they're 2k? 🤔
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Habits Of My Heart
Teen Fiction[INCOMPLETE, SLOW UPDATES] After the death of his mother, Bailey was pulled out of school and forced by his father to work as a prostitute, so that his father had enough money to handle finances. After his father is killed, his life is turned upsid...
