Making It Up

When mikey stumbled into his cell at 4am, everything was quiet.
Sink first.
He rinsed his mouth and spat. Then again. Then again. He could still taste them though.
He poured the water down his arms, and his face, and scrubbed like he had been doused in acid. He avoided the mirror. His throat was raw, and his lower back was in agony. Finger shaped bruises laced his hips. All of him felt used and disgusting. He felt ashamed for the first time in years. Common whore.
They had smiled when he returned. Silently, they shook hands, and that was it. Mikey had lost control. Then their hands were everywhere. Two sets of hands touching him and all he could do was lie there and let them. Hands, mouths, tongues…
Next he carefully combed his hair, removing the knots. He changed his clothes, and threw the old set in the trash. At last he let the inevitable wash over him, and collapsed into a ball on the floor.
He didn’t speak, not once. Not even when he was on his knees, when he was on their bunk, when they were trying to coax sounds out of him. Not a word passed his lips. They did all the talking.
They took off his clothes and just looked at him. Stared. Then touched. Rough hands but gentle touches, all over. Petted him like a dog and treated him like a lover.
“such a good boy, Mikey”
“aw darling won’t you smile for us? We’re only trying to look after you”
If he’d opened his mouth, he would have screamed. And that would have been worse.
He was crying now, that much he could tell. They’d wanted him to stay afterwards. So different from any other rapists he’d met. If they were rapists, I mean, he did give his consent right? It seemed like they were genuinely trying to give him pleasure too.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if his body hadn’t betrayed him. Maybe then he could have convinced himself that it was irrelevant, just a trade.
The first warning sign was when Dan bit his neck. Licked a stripe down it, then softly dug hit teeth in. His neck had always been sensitive. He couldn’t bite back the low moan that escaped. And things just kept getting fucking worse.
Did you know that a man can actually appear aroused if excess adrenaline is in his bloodstream? Adrenaline of course being triggered by exhilaration or fear.
Fear.
They noticed. And took it as a sign to continue, he supposed. They were almost kind. Kissing, soothing whispers in his ear courtesy of Dan.
“It’s okay honey, we’re not going to hurt you. He’s going to look after you, like he’s looked after me all these years. Just relax.” He cooed, rubbing small circles on his thigh while phil stared at him, revelling at his naked form. He felt almost desirable, but more than anything he felt like a doll or a piece of meat. An object. Usable, disposable, a toy for pleasure. And that’s what they got. Goosebumps covered his arms as he closed his eyes, and prepared himself for the worst. Fingers first, then he finally pushed in. pain, the pain of being split in half from the inside, it was overwhelming. Intrusive. Phil was clearly enjoying himself though… fuck, his face. Mouth open in pure ecstasy. A sick feeling of.. pride? Struck Mikey. He must have whimpered, because Dan’s comforting quickly increased.
“you’re doing so well, the pain will go away soon”
Pain was better. Mikey was good at handling pain. Always had been. What he couldn’t deal with was actual pleasure from people he hated. The pain did go away, and when Phil found his prostate he couldn’t hold back moans. Jolts of confusing lust tied up with fear and resentment. It felt good, yes, in a way he wasn’t accustomed to. You don’t get much physical stimulation in prison. And now, his body was going against his will, forcing choked groans through his abused throat. Both of them smiled, and Mikey felt like trash. He hated the fact he was getting off on this, re affirming their suspicions. But he was, anyone could see that. Dan could feel it. At least, he could when he started palming him. Fuck, his eyes were terrifyingly possessive but his hands were fucking perfect.
“I told you you’d enjoy yourself” he chuckled as Phil continued, and Mikey writhed on the prison bed. His whole body was shaking, with shame or arousal it was hard to tell. Sweat dripped down his back. He couldn’t hold back anymore.
Mikey continued to cry softly on the floor. He didn’t hear the door creak open quietly, or see the two pairs of eyes stare at him. Eyes shot through with remorse.
We’re sorry…
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After that, things kept getting worse.
It started with the occasional wolf whistle in the corridors. Being looked at a little too long. Lingering glances. Mikey just snarled and walked on, but in truth he fucking hated it.
People gradually got more confident, trying to touch him. In the toilets, in the shower, in the corridors. And really it wasn’t long before Mikey snapped.
It was in the lunch hall. People were milling around everywhere, as usual. Dan and phil were sat on the other end of the room, close to eachother, whispering and occasionally looking up. Mikey carefully ignored them, feeling sick if he looked at them.
“well well, who’d have thought it, Mikey Way is just another prison slut” a voice behind him chimed mockingly. The muscles in his shoulders tensed up, and he flushed from his cheekbones to his neck. He was not a fucking slut. He had no choice.
“say that again” he said in a low, powerful voice. Suddenly the hall was quiet. Mikey stood, keeping his back turned to his tormentor.
“say what? You already know you’re a worthless bitch. What’s the going rate, two cigarettes for what’s left of your pride?” he challenged. The people around him laughed.
They wouldn’t be laughing for long.
Red, only red. His entire vision was dripping with it.
He turned and hit him with a strong punch to the jaw. Taking advantage of his shock, he rammed his knee into the guy’s ribcage and winded him. Using a strong kick, he forced him to the floor and pinned him there, twisting his arm behind his back. Then he started slamming the bastard’s head against the floor.
Once, twice, again, again, he lost count. Blood dripped across the prison floor and people screamed as they slipped on it in their haste to get away. He stopped screaming around the twentieth time. Maybe his skull broke.
Mikey looked up, and in his violent haze he could see Dan and Phil with their eyes wide open in horror.
Good.

Notes

I genuinely tried. I've never written smut before. poor mikey.... this is ren by the way. poor ally is busy with college at the moment, and I've had exams, hence the lack of updates. we're not abandoning the story though! if you liked this, please comment and tell me! if you hated it, well I'll not try to write smut again. it was difficult. byeeee