Scarred
Rated: M
Chapter One: In an Alley
Bart slept on the ground, twitching slightly when the wind blew harder. A man from across the street spotted the boy and smirked, crossing over to him. Bart, unaware, remained in his dreams...until the man kicked him roughly in the gut. Bart's eyes shot open and he curled inward defensively, gasping at the suddenness of the pain. The man grinned, reaching down and grabbing the shorter boy by the collar of his shirt, and lifting him up, before pinning him against the wall.
Bart struggled, trying to shake the sleepy feeling from his eyes. He hadn't slept in days, and it was all because he was still having nightmares from the whole Luthor fiasco. The man was easily keeping Bart restrained, using his own height and bigger build against the younger boy. "Get off me!" Bart shouted, pushing at the wall in hopes of pushing the man back. But it didn't work.
The man grinned, breathing into Bart's ear. "You'll like this, though." He whispered darkly. "Don't worry. You'll like it."
Bart froze, eyes widening. He wasn't a little kid. He wasn't stupid. He knew what he was talking about. Bart's face reddened and he renewed his struggles. "Get off! I don't want it, now get the fuck off of me!" He kicked backwards, catching the man in the groin. The man simply grunted, wavering slightly before leaning heavily against Bart's lower body and placing a hand onto the back of Bart's head. He twisted his fingers into Bart's hair, securing his grip, and pressed Bart's face into the rough brick.
"C'mon now, don't be that way." The man murmured into Bart's ear. He slipped a hand around Bart's waist, touching Bart's flat stomach. "You'll learn to like it."
Bart couldn't move his head, or his lower body. He bit his lip, knowing that it was useless. He hadn't eaten in days and his strength was very low. Plus, he was tired. The man was taller than him. Stronger than him. Bart was easily subdued. Bart slumped forward, tears welling up in his eyes. He let out a sob.
The man shushed him, running his hand down from Bart's stomach to his upper thigh. He began to brush him gently there with shaking and excited hands. "Don't cry." The man whispered, "You'll be okay. You'll be fine." His hand slipped onto Bart's inner thigh, "You're so warm."
Bart shuddered, feeling about to puke. He stared at a crack in the brick wall, wondering if anyone would come if he screamed. Probably not. He was in Gotham, great idea that was, in the slums of it. Apparently, people never came if you screamed. They had learned not to. Most of the time the screaming was from some mob or another killing an unlucky drug dealer.
The man, feeling confident, released his grip in Bart's hair and began to slip his other hand down the back of Bart's jeans. He gripped the belt loop of the jeans and slowly, almost casually, pulled them down. Bart shivered in the cold, leaning his head forward and shaking his head, crying and wimpering. This wasn't happening...
The man once again shushed him. "You'll be okay. You'll like it."
Bart was pretty sure that he wouldn't like it.
The man began to hum. He had two fingers slipped into the elastic waistband of Bart's boxers, and one hand on Bart's inner thigh, feeling him there. The man's lower body was pinning Bart to the brick wall. The man then removed his hand from Bart's inner thigh and began to stroke Bart's hair. With his other hand, he unzipped his zipper.
At the sound of it, Bart cried even harder, once again struggling. The man clucked his tounge at Bart, shaking his head in disappointment. "I guess I won't be nice."
The man's hand returned to Bart's hair, twisting tightly, making Bart gasp in suprise and pain. His face was shoved harder up against the wall, the brick digging into his skin and giving the side of his face little nicks and scratches. The man's hand returned to Bart's boxers, fingering the elastic lightfully, almost playfully, before he brought the edge back roughly and let go, letting it snap forward. Bart jolted, feeling the elastic snap on his skin. He cringed at the pain, but didn't say anything. He was strong.
The man did it again. And again. And again. Until there was a slightly raised red welt there. Bart cried a little once the man sighed in satisfaction at the sight of the welt. "Just like my wife's used to look." The man murmured. He fingered the welt, putting pressure on it and earning himself another winper from Bart. The man smirked. "It's going to hurt a lot more than that."
Bart trembled, feeling the sudden absence of his boxers as the man slipped them down quickly. The hand in his hair tightened again as he was exposed. The man smirked. "I'm going to like this." He whispered, before thrusting forward into Bart, not preparing him or anything.
Bart howled in agony, feeling as if he were being ripped apart. The man pulled back before repeating the action. "You like that, bitch, you like it." The man said breathily into Bart's ear. "C'mon say it. I wanna hear you say it."
Bart shook his head, feeling only pain. His face was streaked with tears and dirt and blood. "I don't like it." He cried, voice sounding hoarse. The man shoved into him again and Bart screamed.
"Say it." The man hissed, "Say it, you little cunt."
Bart shook his head, sobbing and sniffing. "But I-"
The man pulled his hand out of Bart's hair, gripping the back of Bart's neck and squeezing slightly. "Say it."
"I," The man shoved once again into Bart. "I...like...it..." Bart gasped, tears streaking his face. He felt sick with himself, ready to vomit.
"I knew you would." The man whispered. "They all do." Then he started to go faster, hitting Bart deeper and deeper. Finally, the man felt pleasure, exploding inside of the younger boy. He leaned forward, pressing Bart's face into the wall in the process.
Bart cried, trembling and sniffing as the man finally stood back after regaining his breath. He let Bart slide to the ground before he reached down, grabbing Bart's jaw and forcing him to look up at him. Bart couldn't make out the man's face in the dark, but the man could see Bart perfectly well. "Such pretty eyes..." He murmured. Bart slapped the man's hand away, shaking his head. He couldn't take it.
The man frowned, "Wanna go again?"
"No!" Bart yelled, jerking back at the very thought of that. His head collided with the brick on accident and he wimpered, gingerly bringing his hand to the back of his head.
The man smiled, white teeth flashing in the shadows. "We could try something different..."
Bart looked at the man in horror. "No! No, just...Just go away!" Bart was still in too much shock and emotional distress to move away from the man.
"I'll do that...In a bit..." The man whispered, crouching down next to Bart. Bart opend his mouth to say something, but suddenly the man was gripping both sides of his head, yanking him forward, and kissing him roughly.
Bart yelled, smacking the man again, and shying away from him. He pulled his boxers up, and hugged himself. The man growled, reaching over and slapping Bart across the face. Bart wimpered, pulling his jeans up just before the man grabbed him, lifting him up in one fluid motion before pinning him against the wall and kissing him furiously. Bart raised his hands to push the man off of him, but the man grabbed his wrists easily and held them above Bart's head. "Bite, and I'll fuck you 'til you bleed." The man hissed before recapturing Bart's mouth with his.
Bart cried as the man kissed him, unsure on what to about it. He just...let it happen. He didn't want the man to see him exposed again. The man finally stopped, coming up for air and grinning. "Thanks, kid." He said, smiling. He shoved a twenty dollar bill into Bart's jean pocket. "If you ever need anything, well, come here. You're so tight, I might raise the price a bit, okay?"
Bart was released and the man walked away, humming again. Bart leaned against the wall, feeling exposed and cold. He wrapped his arms around himself, hugging himself, as he slowly slid to the ground, resting his head on his knees. He felt awful. He felt sick.
When he closed his eyes, he imagined the man's flashing white teeth in the shadows. He shuddered, feeling his stomach churn violently. He looked up at the sky, suprised at finding it a strange pink color. He frowned slightly. He couldn't stay in this alley forever, especially after what happened...And after what the man had said. What if he came back? Bart needed to get out of there.
He stood shakily, not sure of where he was going before he took off running. He watched, in slow motion, as the world passed him by, and yet, all he was to them was a blur. He raced past people of all shapes and sizes, wondering if any of them were that man. His feet glided over water as he passed rolling hills and mountains, using up his last bit of energy to just...get away. He ran, passing a farm field in an instant before he came to an abrupt stop.
He knew where he could go to.
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