Spencer sleeps in the next morning. He'd only have to see Thatcher today. He takes another long shower and allows his self to relax. He makes a cup of tea and curls up on the couch. He'd never gotten around to buying a tv, not that he would watch it often. He doesn't feel like reading. He doesn't feel like writing. He doesn't feel like doing much of anything.
He wraps up in a blanket and watches the clock until he falls asleep again. When he wakes next his stomach aches. He makes a small meal and gets ready for work. He bites his lip and heads out of the house. When he arrives he goes straight for coffee. "Hello Spencer," Rossi greets him. Spencer looks up at him.
"Hullo," he greets softly. He'd had very little interaction with him other than the age play. Rossi is someone he'd looked up to when he was in school. He'd read and memorized every book he'd ever written. "I was wondering, since I had to come in today anyway, if you'd mind paying me a visit after your appointment," Rossi says casually. Spencer blushes and looks around to make sure no one had heard Rossi.
"I can do that," he agrees. "You don't have to. Today is supposed to be a day off for both of us." Rossi's eyes are watching him. Spencer smiles a little. "I don't mind, Mr. Rossi. I'll see you soon," he says. Rossi's pupils dilate at the name and he watches Spencer walk away.
Spencer enters Thatcher's office and walks to his desk. Thatcher had set no rules, like Hotch had. He'd set no routine like Derek and Rossi and Penelope had. It fills him with anxiety. "Spencer, darling. I must say, I hadn't expected this. I had expected paperwork at my desk saying that you'd whined about hurt feelings and that I was to only say poetic things to you."
Spencer bites his lip. "Maybe you just realize that I was telling you the truth. Imagine how I feel. I work hard, whore. I protect and serve good people and bad people and this is what I'm gifted. I guess I shouldn't complain. Not everyone is allowed the use of clean and loose youngsters."
Spencer doesn't make eye contact with him. "Bend over the desk. Clothes off," Thatcher commands. Spencer strips and folds his clothes before bending over the desk. "Spread those giant thighs," he says. Spencer spreads his legs. His face feels hot. He feels one of Thatcher's lubed fingers enter him. His breathing hitches for a moment at the abrupt enter.
It lasts a few moments before another is added. When a third is added he whimpers. Thatcher spanks him and tells him to be quiet. The fingers are removed and lube is poured onto and into him. He wiggles at the uncomfortable feeling. The fingers reemerge and another is added. Spencer whines and bites down on his arm.
The fingers stretch around. He is no longer calling Spencer out about the whimpers of pain. The fingers are removed again and Thatcher begins to push his entire fist in. Spencer bucks away and cries for him to stop. Thatcher holds him down on the desk and continues to push his fist inside. Spencer tries kicking but it causes him to tense. "Relax and it won't hurt. Come on baby, loosen up," Thatcher says.
Spencer tries to concentrate on his breathing. He feels the largest part of his fist enter and squeeze passed. Thatcher's fingers wiggle freely inside of him. He wipes his eyes but can't stop his tears. He's sore and humiliated. The fist is pulled out quickly and Spencer screams. Thatcher tosses him to the ground and gets on top of him.
He grabs Spencer's hair and begins to jerk off over his face. He's slamming Spencer's head on the floor and finishes on his face. Spencer curls up and shivers. "Get up. I want to see it," he says. Spencer gets up and bends back over. Thatcher spreads his cheeks and groans. "Perfect," he comments.
Spencer turns around and Thatcher pushes him away. Spencer falls and his head cracks the floor. He begins to shake and Thatcher is genuinely intrigued. Is the whore having a seizure? "Get up," he commands but the boy just continues to shake on the ground. He pulls his pants up and rushes to his door. "Someone should probably call an ambulance," he says before walking out of his office. One of the secretaries rush in and calls 911.
Rossi waits an hour and then another before giving up hope on seeing his little boy. He picks up his phone and texts Hotch. "I had an impromptu appointment with the young doctor. He never showed. You should probably check on him," he says. He doesn't want to admit that he's disappointed. Of course he is worried. he'd heard about the Thatcher guy that was making Spencer's life hard.
His phone buzzes. "Getting no response. Maybe he forgot. I will check Thatcher's department head." Rossi packs up and makes to leave. His phone goes off again. "Spencer is in the hospital. Meet me there. And call the group. Brookview Hospital. Ask for Spencer Reid's floor."