Standing next to his car just before the race, Jak felt like throwing up, like everyone was staring at him, judging him, like they all knew exactly what had happened to him last night. Were there always this many people in the crowd? How hadn't he noticed before?
"Hey," The familiar voice of Daxter on his shoulder roused him from his thoughts.
"You alright? You look kind of green. Do you-"
"Jak, Leibchen!" Razer's voice called from behind him. Jak swallowed, and stiffly turned to face him.
"Good luck on the race today." Razer purred. G.T. Blitz stood next to him, cameras in tow, lights blaring and blinding.
"Yeah, well, we don't need it! Jak'll kick your ass!" Daxter cried, pointing an indignant finger at him. Jak felt his skin go clammy, as Razer looked him over. As if undressing him with his eyes, not that he didn't already know what lay underneath..
"Really," Razer hummed. He licked his lips.
"I'm sure you will."
Jak lost it. It… being his lunch. Jak bent over and vomited all over Razer's boots. A small part of him was glad to mar those stupid black boots that he seemed so fond of. Another part of him was horrified, knowing he'd inadvertently made a spectacle and would never hear the end of it. When he stood upright again though, Razer was smiling at him, wickedly.
Before G.T. could interrogate him about it, an announcement was made that the race was about to start. Razer simply turned and casually sauntered away from him.
"Wait, Jak! What was that about? Are you sick?" G.T. quickly jammed a mic in Jak's panting face, the cameras and lights now inches away.
"Hey! Back off, pal! Didn't you hear? We've gotta race to win!" Daxter yelled, urging Jak toward the vehicle.
Once again, Jak was thankful that Daxter would go along with his façade.
The race went by in a blur. The lack of sleep the night before, definitely put a hamper on him securing a better position. All night he had been plagued by nightmares. He had suffered some pretty awful ones when he first got out of prison. So, when Daxter told him he had been crying out in his sleep that morning, he lied, and said it was just his prison nightmares coming back. Even though, in truth, he hadn't dreamt of his time under Praxis in years.
"Jak!" G.T. Blitz called, rapidly approaching. Jak cringed. Not now. He just wanted to curl up and sleep. Sleep and forget, but that same microphone was jammed back into his face.
"What was with puking at Razer's feet earlier? Was it some sort of power move? A bout of nervousness? Or is there something very seriously wrong with our rising star racer?"
Jak opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He just wanted to run, just run and hide. The camera was so close to him now, could they tell? The bruises on his face, snaking down his neck and disappearing under his clothes, could they see what lay underneath? Put together his injuries and realize exactly how he got them? He felt like a walking billboard; each bruise and mark describing in keen detail the abuse he had suffered the night before. Jak felt like he might throw up again but, once again, Daxter was there to save him. He grabbed the microphone out of G.T.'s hand.
"Homeboy just had some bad fish. Why are we focusing on that when orange lightning has just further cemented his dominance over the race track?"
"I wouldn't call third place a dominance." Pecker chimed in.
"Nobody asked you, bird brain!" Daxter yelled at him. Pecker flew over and landed next to Daxter on the car.
"I would use the term lackluster? Average? Mediocre?" Pecker said.
"Oh yeah? And which team is consistently top of the leaderboard?" Daxter snapped back.
"Obviously an error with the computer system. You guys should be in 5th place overall at best." Pecker shrugged.
Daxter clenched his fists
"You wouldn't know greatness even if it came up to you and bit you directly on the end of your-"
G.T. reached over and yanked his mic from Daxter.
"Would you two knock it off! This is supposed to be my show!" G.T. Blitz growled.
The three were quickly descending into a screaming match and Jak took this opportunity to bow out.
He needed just a moment of reprieve, somewhere to get away from all these people, all this noise. He felt like he was choking, drowning. He felt like he was seconds away from breaking down in front of the whole world. He just needed a minute, just a minute to collect himself and then he would be okay.
Hurrying down the halls, Jak beelined it for the bathroom. He needed somewhere safe where he could be alone, a couple minutes to calm down. He saw that the large "family sized" room was free and threw a quick prayer of thanks to the precursors, before heading in. Locking the door behind him, Jak sighed and sank to the floor. He rubbed his hands over his face, finally locked away, safe. The gentle, rhythmic dripping of the faucet, and humming of the air conditioning droning in the background helped to soothe his anxious thoughts. That is, until Dark piped up.
"We should have killed that fucker when we had the chance," It whispered to him.
"Get up and fight! Don't let him think he can just get away with it!"
"Can't you see how tired he is? Give him a break! He's in no shape to fight right now," Light chimed in.
"Jak, don't worry. You'll be okay. At least it's over now." Light said comfortingly.
"Right, we've survived worse. Then we can kill that bastard." Dark agreed. Jak nodded his head. It was true, he'd saved the world several times over, survived 2 years in prison and the dark eco experiments. He'd gone through some awful stuff before, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. He'd survived this far and he was sure he wasn't going to let something like this stop him now. For the first time since last night, Jak felt a glimmer of hope. He would get Razer back for what he did, he wouldn't let it stop him.
The sudden knock on the door roused Jak from his thoughts. He took a deep breath. He was hogging the bathroom. Some woman with three small children and some diapers to change was probably patiently waiting outside for him to finish up. No more hiding now, he needed to get up and prove to Miso he wasn't going to just give in. Jak stood up and unlocked the door. As soon as he did, it was slammed open from the other side. Jak cried out in surprise as the door hit him and knocked him on his ass. Jak hissed as pain shot through his spine and grimaced looking up at who had been so careless. Jak felt as if all the air inside of him had been sucked out in an instant. Standing before him, with a grin on his face, was the man responsible for all of his grief.
"How did I know I'd find you hiding in here, leibchen?" Razer mused.
"Run!" Light cried, and Jak jumped up to do just that. But Razer was quick, jamming a harsh boot into his bruised ribs. Jak crumpled in pain and felt a stab of fear when he heard the door lock.
"Fight!" Dark bellowed, as Razer reached for him. Jak clawed at the hand that grabbed him by the throat, dragged him across the room, and up against the wall. Jak continued to fight, trying to scratch at Razer's face, his arms, anything he could reach, until a sudden knee to his groin halted him. The instant blinding pain made him double over and gag, and Razer took that opportunity to grab Jak's head and slam it against the wall. His vision was immediately filled with stars. While dazed, Razer zeroed in on his neck, kissing, licking and biting along it. Jak whimpered.
"I've missed you so much, Jak. I've been thinking about our excursion all day." Razer murmured, he kissed him on the lips, letting his teeth grab hold of Jak's bottom lip for a moment, pulling it down, before letting go.
"You're like a drug to me." Razer breathed.
"Stop." Jak tried.
"Have you missed me too, leibchen?" Razer mused and snaked a hand down the back of his pants, and grabbed a fistful of his asscheek.
"I'll kill you!" Jak hissed, letting Dark's words be heard.
"You can try if you like." Razer mused, kissing his jaw. He dipped his hand between his cheeks and began to probe at his entrance. Jak growled in discomfort and humiliation. He tried to jerk out of Razer's grasp, but the hand around his neck, and the knee pressed between his legs kept him firmly in place. Razer pushed his finger in deeper, and Jak couldn't stop the cry that sprang from his mouth, or the tears that began to form in his eyes.
"Tell me Jak, was I your first?" Razer whispered hotly in his ear. Jak cringed, another moan of fear and discomfort bubbling from his throat.
"Was I the first to take that beautiful chiseled body of yours?" Razer said, curiously probing the digit around inside him. Jak bit his lip, trying to suppress the noises the treatment was eliciting from him. Blood began to dribble from his heavily abused lip.
"Tell me, Jak." Razer said, waiting for an answer, but Jak screwed his eyes shut, and held his breath.
"Tell me, you whore!" Razer hissed, flexing the appendage severely from within.
"Yes!" Jak gasped with a sob.
"Shh, there there, leibchen. There's no need for tears." Razer kissed him on the cheek, where a single tear had begun the snake down Jak's face.
"So, I was your first time. And I never made sure you finished, did I?" Razer murmured.
"Well, we should remedy that, don't you think?" Razer snickered, before removing his finger and yanking Jak's pants down.
"Don't!" Jak jerked, another sob falling from his unwitting lips. Razer used both his hands to hold Jak against the wall by his chest, and quickly crouched down to his haunches. In a flash, Razer had engulfed Jak's entire member. Jak grabbed at his head, trying to pull him away, but Razer began to bite down. Jak pulled his hands away, quickly getting the message. If he didn't want to lose it, he'd let Razer do as he pleased. Jak clenched his fists at his sides as Razer began his ministrations. He rubbed Jak's thighs, his thumbs tracing over his adductor muscles. Jak quickly felt as heat pooled to his crotch, his cock twitching to hardness against his own wishes. Jak felt himself begin to dissociate, the wet sucking noises coming from just below his stomach sounding muted and far away. He felt numb, like he was in a dream, like nothing was real, and that he was detached from his own body. He remembered feeling the same way when Razer had done this the first time. He was no stranger to it. The first time it happened was when he had his first dark eco treatment in prison. He learned later what it was, dissociation, a way for his body to self regulate when a situation became too much for him to bear. It would usually activate like a switch, making his brain foggy and impossible to parse any more information. So when Razer finally wrung an orgasm out of him, Jak all but didn't feel it. Only vaguely aware that he came.
Suddenly there was a beeping noise, Jak stood quietly confused as to what it could possibly be.
"Hello?" Razer muttered, slightly annoyed. He stood up to reveal that he was holding a cellphone.
"Yes…Yes," Razer sighed. "Okay, I'll be right there."
He quickly pocketed the device, before turning his attention back at Jak.
"Sorry to cut it off here, leibchen. We'll have to pick this up again at a later date."
Razer planted one last kiss on Jak's comatose lips, before slipping out. The instant he heard the door shut, Jak collapsed to the floor. His glassy swollen eyes glanced down at his softening prick: coated in saliva, his own leftover cum, and fresh blood; the blood from his rectum, wiped along his inner thigh and along his waistband. Jak shakily crawled over to the toilet and proceeded to vomit up whatever hadn't made it out to Razer's shoes.