My Protector (BxM) [DISCONTINUED]

Flashback 1

Okay first a little note, huge trigger warning for this chapter for lots of abuse, sexually, physically, mentally, and emotionally, if any of these are triggering you can skip this chapter!! It isn't super important to the story, just kinda wanted to write something disturbing because my mind is fucked up, you can skip and continue reading about Cole going to the underworld with Floyd, no need to read this!! Also if this chapter is bad I apologize I'm kinda depressed rn but yeah, enjoy what my fucked up brain creates here

Also yeah it's stuff from Coles past so *awkward finger guns*

Cole lay on the rough bed his parents provided him, his body skin and bones from not being properly fed. He wore dirty clothes and no underwear, his father saying it provided "easy access."

Coles door flew open and his father stood there, the loud noise causing Cole to jump and fall off the bed, his father laughing at him as he laid on the ground. "Get the fuck up, we have a guest who's paying good money to get some time with you." Cole shakily stood up as his father continued talking. "Take a shower and get dressed in this." He held up a small pile of clothes, the most noticeable thing being a skirt. "Y-yes sir..." Cole said obediently as he looked down, avoiding eye contact as he gently took the clothing items, afraid of setting off his fathers temper. It did work though as he was quickly smacked. Hard. He fell to the ground with a small whimper. "Did I say you could take the clothes?!" He heard his fathers booming voice yell. Cole flinched and stayed on the floor as he started crying "n-no sir... I'm sorry sir..." he said in a bit of a panic. He felt a strong grip on his already bruised legs. "Maybe I'll have fun with you before he shows up." His father smiled that disgusting smile of hunger and want as Cole whimpered, terrified but he didn't dare struggle, he didn't want to get hurt.

Cole laid there on the ground, tears spilling from his eyes as he quietly sobbed, his own father violating his fragile body. Cole soon felt himself full with a warmth as his father finished inside of him. "Now go shower. Brat." He said, leaving Cole on the floor, dropping the clothes next to him. Cole slowly got up, pain shocking his lower body as he stood up, grabbing the clothes and walking towards the bathroom.

Cole showered himself, carefully washing over the bruises his body was covered in. He stepped out and dried himself off before getting dressed, not surprised that he wasn't given any form of underwear. He walked downstairs, the smell of booze and smoke filling his nose as he noticed the new visitor, his face quickly dropping to look at the ground, having been told constantly to not make eye contact as a lower life form. He soon heard his mother speak "There's the bitch!" She said in a sassing tone. Coles gaze didn't move as he heard the old chair the visitor was sitting on squeak as he walked closer to Cole. "Second floor, third door on the left." Was all Coles father said while counting bills as he sat on the couch. Cole whimpered as he felt a hand reach under his skirt and grip his ass, the hand was large and cold which sent shivers up his spine. "Come on doll face~" the man said in a disgusting tone, the smell of alcohol heavy on his breath. Cole nodded and followed behind the man as they went upstairs and to a guest bedroom.

Once they stepped in the room, Cole stood, waiting for a command but before he knew it, he was being beat. Tears quickly fell, mainly in confusion, what did he do wrong? The man spoke "look at me bitch." His tone changed to anger as Coles eyes quickly snapped up to look at him. A hand wrapping tightly around his throat, making it hard to breath. "You costed me a lot of fucking money so you better be worth it, whore." Gray choked slightly and fell to his knees once his throat was released, he gasped for air and his ears rang, hiding the sound of the mans pants coming undone. There was soon a dick right in front of Cole, his being obedient and not wanting to get hurt caused him to quickly start sucking the man off.

Time passed incredibly slowly as Cole was used over and over by the man. He was pretty sure he passed out at one point. A few hours later, which felt like days, passed and Cole was soon left alone in the bedroom, completely ruined, covered in sweat and dirt, even dirtier than he was before he took a shower. The boy lie there on the bed, not caring if he would get himself into trouble at the moment. He curled up in the soft blankets that his own bed lacked and fell asleep.