Other than the cuts and bruises. But, his father would only explain that Jack was clumsy, then give Jack even more cuts and bruises once the police had gone. Jack hadn't gone to the police ever since. But, that hadn't stopped the abuse. His father practically blamed him for what happened to his mom. His father had been drunk at the time, but it was still murder. And if Jack hadn't tried to get his father out of the house, his mom wouldn't have intervened and gotten herself killed. Jack had hated his father way before then. After that, his hatred had grown, his anger intensified.
He had tried fighting back tonight. He was probably in for a really bad punishment. But, it was worth it to actually see fear in his fathers eyes when Jack had just let loose and attacked, no thinking, just moving. He had been like an animal.
Now a wounded animal.
Jack pushed away from the sink and left the bathroom, flipping off the light. At seventeen, he couldn't wait to get out of the house and live on his own. Surely he could last one more year under these conditions. As long as his father didn't get the crazy idea to use a weapon dangerous enough to actually maim or kill him. His father was surely capable of pulling off something like that. Jack was just surprised that it hadn't happened yet.
He walked into his bedroom, locking the door behind him. He climbed into bed and tried to get to sleep. He kept hearing noises, which kept him awake. He opened his eyes and didn't move when there was a light knock at the door. He wasn't sure what to do. He lay still, jumping when the door was kicked in and his father, drunk of course, stormed into the room and over to the bed.
"Up," his father demanded, gesturing for Jack to get up. His nose was still bleeding from when Jack had hit him earlier. This was, of course, punishment time. When Jack didn't move, his dad yanked him to his feet. Jack was too tired to fight back. And, besides, his dad seemed alot tougher when he was drunk. And being drunk, Napier would do anything. Jack didn't want to take that risk.
Napier dragged Jack out of his room then out of the crappy apartment they had lived in since mom had been diagnosed with breast cancer. He tried to keep his balance as best he could as Napier pulled him down the stairs. The apartment complex was shady, attracting the filth of the city. As if the city wasn't criminal infested enough, Gotham City had to have an apartment complex that only leased its apartments in the black market. Criminals could get pretty decent deals, which was how the Napiers had ended up here. Napier already had a thick record. He had bribed his way into parole and that bribe had kept the police from touching him.
Outside, Jack was led across the street to a laundromat. It was real late, but the lights were on and Jack could see a few people inside. Big guys, actually. Jack had a very bad feeling in his gut now. As if the beatings from his drunken father wasn't enough, Napier was handing Jack over to bigger muscle. Either Napier wanted him dead or hospitalized. Probably dead since Jack could already get himself hospitalized just by what he did to himself that had nothing to do with his father. When they went inside, more than a few men were there. And they weren't laundromat customers. They were just standing around, smoking. Jack was shoved forward as Napier closed the door and stood there as if guarding the door.
Jack wasn't that good of a fighter even though he knew he could take his father if he really tried. But, there were at least seven guys here. All could pick him up and snap him over their knee like a toothpick. It wasn't a pleasent thought and he regretted ever letting the thought enter his mind. The only thing he needed to think about right now was a way out. There was only one door and his father was standing guard over it. The windows probably had to take a strong beating before they'd break. This was the criminal side of town, after all. Practically everything was bullet proof.
A couple of the men stepped forward and grabbed him, holding him immobile no matter how hard he struggled against them. Another man came forward, grabbing his face, nearly breaking his jaw his grip was so tight. Jack did his best to stare him down and not be intimidated, but these men had to be professionals. And probably professional killers.
With his free hand, the man ripped Jacks shirt open and reality hit Jack like a sledge hammer. His father wasn't planning on getting Jack killed. No. The worst punishment he could inflict was humiliation. Jack opened his mouth to protest then was cut off when a gag was tied around his mouth. Jack struggled as his clothes were ripped off of his body, leaving him in only his boxers. He was forced to his knees. He was grabbed by his hair and forced to look up at the man standing over him.
"This will be over before you know it," the man said, looking down at Jack. Jack had to ignore the large bulge in front of his face. "You might even grow to like it."
Like hell, he would, but Jack could only kneel there immobile. His hands were tied behind his back as the man grabbed his head and pushed his face against his groin. Jack groaned, struggling to get away from it, anger filling him more than he had ever felt before. He was being pushed to the edge. It was made worse by the fact that he couldn't fight back. He wanted to kill his father for putting him through this.
Jack tried to look away as the man opened his pants, pulling out his manhood. Jack squeezed his eyes shut as the hard member was slapped against his face. The men laughed, clearly enjoying this. Other than cooperating and making it easy, there was no way out of this. And that 'easy' would be the hardest thing he would ever be put through. Nothing in the world would make him forget this day.
I HATE my father...
The gag was removed though the man kept a tight hold on the back of Jacks head. Jack looked up at the man. "Suck it," the man demanded, already forcing his cock into Jacks mouth. Jack struggled, gagging as the mans length was shoved all the way to the back of Jacks throat. The man started thrusting in and out of Jacks mouth, making noises that Jack wanted to forget. The man pulled out and stepped back. Jack leaned forward and coughed, nearly vomiting there on the floor. He fell to the side when he was slapped across the face. With his hands bound behind him, he couldn't get to his feet.
He couldn't help but notice all the men had their pants open. They were stroking themselves, their eyes hungrily on Jack. "Get him up!" one said. Jack was pulled back up to his knees as another man stepped forward and forced Jack to suck his dick. The cock wasn't in long enough for Jack to bite down and harm the man like he desperately wanted to do. His arms were freed as his boxers were yanked off of him, leaving him there on the floor completely naked. He tried to make a dash for the door where his father was still standing and watching but he was grabbed and forced back down to the floor.
"Bitch, suck," the man that had grabbed him grabbed Jacks head. Jack looked up at the man then willingly took the mans cock into his mouth. He reached up and grabbed the member as he moved his mouth along the shaft, getting the desired noises from the man. He was going to get this over with as soon as possible.
"Fuck!" the man cried out, pushing Jack away and stepping back. Completion was obviously not on their minds yet. Jack was pulled to his feet and shoved against a washing machine, his face pushed down against his as his wrists were bound, tying him to the machine. His legs were pushed apart. He squeezed his eyes shut, forehead pressed against the washing machine as he felt a finger then two enter him, widening his tight asshole. It was a very unpleasant feeling, but he refused to make a noise and give these men the satisfaction of breaking him.
His body tensed up, his muscles tightening around the mans fingers, which only made it more enjoyable for them. Fingers were removed, replaced by other fingers from the other men. Each one got their share of fingering him, making him squirm. Tongues even explored his hole.
"I think he's had enough of that," one of the men said. "Just fuck 'im and get it over with." Jack opened his eyes when he heard those words and turned his head enough to see his father standing there watching. He didn't look as if he was enjoying this or not. The expression on his face was that he was practically saying Jack deserved this. Jack didn't look away from his dad as one of the men roughly entered him, widening him further with the large penis.
Cries of pain were involuntary during the next few minutes as each man stepped forward. Pain was all he felt, not caring that there was more than one dick that violated him. The men were standing in line, waiting. None of the men touched him, but he was hard. he didn't notice when his father left the laundromat.
A moment later, the door was shoved open and shouts were heard. Jack looked up, seeing flashing lights outside. The police. The men were gathered up and taken away. Jack passed out, not seeing anymore than that.