A couple of weeks had passed, and Bailey spent most of his time with Tyson or Tristan. He didn't always go back to his dorm for the nights, but when he did, he usually made sure Adrian was asleep.
He sort of forgave him, people weren't really bullying Bailey anymore so it was alright. It was just always so awkward. Adrian would tell him to be careful, not to trust Tyson, Bailey would snap at him and say it was okay, that Tyson was good to him and Adrian didn't know what he was talking about.
But Tyson was good to him, for the most part. He was pretty nice to him in school, made sure nobody hurt him and stuff; he was good to him whenever they hung out (which wasn't often, usually just before or after they fucked); and he was reasonably gentle in bed, but not always, and he sometimes degraded Bailey- called him a whore, a slut, but his personal slut. Bailey didn't complain though, he wouldn't dare to, Tyson was helping him out in ways.
And then of course, Tyson brought him 'gifts'. He brought him fishnet tights and lingerie, he bought him a vibrator and gave him a dildo, the most recent one was a buttplug. Bailey never used them other than when he was with Tyson, but it was the thought that counted.
Bailey splashed water on his face and grabbed his shirt wincing slightly while putting it on.
“Well I'll see you tomorrow then.” he said, leaning down to tie his shoelaces, and gasping as Tyson spanked him.
“See you tomorrow hot stuff.” he said, “Don't forget your lingerie, and take care of the new gift.”
Bailey forced a smile, he didn't know how much he was liking these gifts anymore.
“Oh trust me,” he said, “I will.”
He picked up his phone and walked out, closing the door after him and making his way to his own dorm.
Luckily, Tyson didn't have a roommate, so usually Bailey could stay until late at night, but this time Tyson wanted him out earlier because a few friends were coming over and he needed time to get rid of the evidence before they came.
Bailey groaned, great, he thought, now I need to face Adrian.
He slowly unlocked the door to his dorm and as soon as he walked in, the light switched on.
Naturally, it was only 10:30 pm, why would Adrian have been asleep anyway.
“You're back early.” Adrian said, sitting on the edge of his bed, his upper body bear, kits jersey lying on the floor.
Bailey sucked in a breath at the sight of his toned body.
He looked away, “I needed to go, uh, Tyson had...”
“Friends coming over and he didn't want them to see him with you?” Adrian guessed.
Bailey nodded, his arms crossed gingerly over his chest, trying to look indifferent.
Adrian sighed, “I've said this before and I'll say it again, he's—”
“No, you're wrong.” Bailey said, though he didn't know how much of the truth he was telling. Tyson was good, he helped him, protected him, “He's good to me.”
Adrian was fed up, and showed it by rolling his eyes, “Whatever you want to believe. Yes, he keeps people away from you, but he fucking raped you. Not long ago you couldn't be in the same room as him because you'd get an anxiety attack.”
“That's different.” Bailey said.
“What is it he does for you, huh? I bet he's got you sleeping with him in return for keeping those guys away from you.” Adrian said, getting annoyed.
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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...
