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George lay on his back, legs spread out like they've come accustomed to. His back ached from the curved position it was in, a firm hand pressed to it to keep it in place. He loved it, he loved the feeling of hands on his body, touching him wherever they pleased. Loved the feeling if being used for another's pleasure and fantasies. He had no care that the man rocking his hips in and out of him most likely had a family, a wife and kids, those things didn't matter to him. All that mattered was the hands roaming his porcelain skin, and the man thrusting into him. What else could George care for? Isn't this what all sixteen year olds enjoy?
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George woke up feeling pain all over, his thighs still shaking slightly, his back aching and head throbbing from his lack of sleep and food. But this was normal, he felt this every morning. He pushed the silk covers off his body and removed the strong arm from around his waist. He sat at the corner of his bed, bending down to find a shirt or some sort of clothing to cover his body. There was movement from behind him, George assumed his father was turning in his sleep. But when a large, muscular body pressed against George's fragile figure, he jumped, turning around to face his groggy father. The man wrapped his large forearms around George's slim waist, tugging him up and onto his lap. George leaned into the warmth, enjoying the feeling of his father's lips against his neck. He loved when his father was like this in the mornings, showering him in warmth and affection. The mouth against his marked neck began to nibble against the fragile skin, making George squirm. "Stop moving, baby", was mumbled against his bare neck, stilling the small body. "Good boy", there it was, the thing George loved the most, praise, "Why don't we give you a treat, yeah? For being so good for me", how much George lived for the feeling of being good for his father. "Yes daddy, please-", he was cut of by his own soft noises as his father began to suck at a certain spot on his collarbone. Large, veiny hands slid up and down George's waist, coming to a slow on the waistband of George's panties. Slowly, soft fingertips curled under the piece of lace, slipping it down, past George's knees until they fell to the floor. Now, all that was left on George's body was red and purple marks, and the firm hands he adored. George felt himself being lifted up, turned around, and plopped onto the lap of his father once again. His frail arms slid up the muscular chest, and wrapped around his neck. He loved when he was sat on his father's lap, no matter what way he was facing, he could always feel the bulge his father sported underneath him. It always poked him, needy to get into him. He was positioned so his father could get his boxers off while still having the gorgeous boy where he wanted him. Once there was nothing left between George's naked body and his father's, firm arms pulled his hips forward, tip teasing against George's sore rim. He always loved to tease, to rub against the rim of George's hole before slipping in all the way. George whined at the feeling of his father's dick pressing so far into him, causing a bulge in his slim stomach. Grunts and moans bounced of the walls as George and his father did their morning routine, sweat pouring down faces, hair sticking to forehead's as the feeling in both stomachs kep lt unwinding. George was always the first to break, white liquid hitting his chest as he felt overwhelming pleasure. His father trusted once or twice more, before unloading his sperm into George. And that's how it always went, leaving George exhausted and weak, and his father satisfied. Now, you'd assume George would be cleaned up by his father and given cuddles until he drifted into sleep. But George didn't know that was the normality of afterwards, he thought he was supposed to clean himself as he was just the pleaser. So his father went to go eat breakfast, and George built up the strength to get up and clean himself off before school. George waddled into the bathroom, turned the knob for the shower, and stepped into the glass box. Hot water poured over George's frail body, ridding the sweat and cum from his tired body. He scrubbed the mop of dark brown hair with shampoo and poured body wash over his slim body, hands roaming his body as he spread the soap over all his limbs. They never felt the same as the strong arms did, never satisfied him. He slowly turned the knob, water trickling to a stop. He stepped out of the hot, steamy air into the cold of the bathroom. A warm, white towel was wrapped around his fragile body, drying off the layer of water covering it. Once George's body was completely dry, he placed the towel in a small basket, and stepped back into his bedroom. George checked the time on his phone, reading 7.49 am, he needed to hurry up or he'd be late for school. He quickly routed through drawers to compile an outfit suitable for school, first slipping on a pair of red panties, then some white, ankle socks and then throwing a pleated, white skirt and a blue, cropped hoodie. He skipped down the stairs and into the kitchen, searching for the person he craved the attention of. Once he stepped into the kitchen, his eyes landed on his parents sitting together at the table. His mother reached over and placed a soft kiss on his fathers lips, before turning and greeting George, not forgetting to roll her eyes at him. George's heart sunk at the sight, as it always did. George's father's eyes raked over his slim body, he gestured for George to come over to him, pushing his chair out slightly. George nervously approached his father, who reached his hands out to grab at George's waist, pulling him into his lap. George let out a squeak of surprise, placing his hands on his father's shoulders. "Do you approve of my outfit, sir?", George mumbled, unsure of what hus father would think. "It looks great, baby, don't let anyone touch you, understood?" he spoke firmly, causing a lump to form in George's throat. George nodded, not trusting his own voice to reply. "Good", was all his father said before standing up, placing George on his feet, and walking out of the room. George was quick to follow, but not fast enough before his mother spoke up, "You look like a whore", she spat, venom lacing each word she spoke. George froze in place, shocked from the words his mother spoke to him, before quickly exiting the room, a single tear falling down hus face. George grabbed his shoes at the door, sitting on the stairs as he slipped them on and tied them. Once his shoes were safely tied, he opened the door and got into the passenger seat of his father's car, "Why are you crying?", his father spoke annoyed, he hated when George cried because he had to pretend to care, "mother says I look like a whore", George mumbled. "That's cause you are one", was the kindest thing his father could come up with, placing his large hand on his soft, pale thigh. George never replied, he just took out his phone and waited until their trip ended. He scrolled through his never ending notifications, seeing messages from his friends; private messages and groupchats combined. He clicked on a message from his close friend, Karl, asking how he's been over the summer, Karl was the only one who knew of George's 'relationship', he's always been there for George. George replied with a simple, "I've been good, how are you? :]" he knew Karl would understand. George didn't get to the other messages before his father squeezed his thigh, gaining his attention. He lifted George's leg up, lowering his head to his inner thigh, and sucking a dark red hickey into the skin. Of course, he'd have to make sure everyone in school saw at least one mark on George's skin. He placed a soft kiss on George's flushed cheek and unlocked the car doors, signaling he wanted George to leave. George reached down to his feet and grabbed his bag, opening the door and stepping out into the school carpark. "Remember the rules", his father spoke before driving off, remember, and follow, the rules George, that's all you have to do. His father's words stuck in his head like a song, lyrics playing over and over again.
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He quickly came out of his thoughts as a car beeped for him to move out of the way. He bowed his head in apology and walked to the front entrance of the school, immediately feeling all eyes on him as he walked through the hallways to his locker. He turned the knob, putting in his locker code, he opened his locker, pulling his english and math textbooks out and shoving them in his backpack. "BOO" George jumped, his head banging back against the locker next to his, causing a load bang to ring through the hallway. "Holy honk, George, I didn't mean to scare you that bad", Karl giggled nervously from all the eyes on them. The eyes were quickly diverted as two figures walked through the doors, one recognizable to everyone, the other a stranger. George stared in surprise at Karl, before his eyes drifted to the new eye candy walking towards them. Karl turned, eyes and smile widening as he spotted the pair. "Oh George, you didn't read the group chat, Sap's friend Cl-", Karl began to explain before he was cut off by a cheerful voice, "Hey guys!" Sapnap greeted, wrapping an arm around Karl's shoulder, "Sap!" Karl cheered, pulling the boy into a hug, George smiled at the sight before his eyes shifted to the new face infront of him. He was a good bit taller than George, with dirty blonde hair, and he had the most magnificent eyes, George couldn't tell exactly what colour they were, but he assumed they were green, since yellow eyes weren't the most normal thing, but he was unsure, "Are your eyes green or yellow?" he asked, quickly slapping his hand over his mouth, realizing he said it out loud. He looked up at the sound of a deep chuckle, the boys eyes crinkled when he smiled, and his hand was up against his mouth, covering it while he laughed. George was in awe, the boy was gorgeous. George was quick to shake his head, ridding the thought, he couldn't think of someone that way, his father would never allow it. The tall boy's laugh subsided, "They're green", he grinned, pearly white teeth shining bright. George nervously smiled, he didn't even know who this guy he was talking to was. "Oh right! George this is Clay, we told you about him on the groupchat but you never read it, so" Karl chuckled, finishing the explanation he started when the boys walked in. George rubbed his neck in embarrassment, not only because he didn't read the messages, but because a lot of people were looking at his neck and thigh, red and purple marks littered all over the boys body. Not only was everyone looking, but even worse, Clay was looking, studying each and every mark on the boy. George shifted under his gaze, feeling uncomfortable with the looks, and Clay's eyes snapped away. "Sorry", he mumbled under his breath, which George appreciated, he didn't hear the word often. "So, Clay what are your first classes?" Karl coughed, trying to rid the awkwardness, "Uhm", Clay pulled a paper out of his bag, squinting his eyes at the words, "Huh", he whispered under his breath, George giggled in realization, he was holding the paper upside down. George reached his hand out, and softly turned the paper the right way round, giggling once again at the boy. Clay's eyes widened, an embarrassed blush forming on his face. He gave George a thankful smile, before reading the paper, "English and math?" Clay replied to Karl's question, great, he's in my classes, George thought, as if Karl could read George's mind, he giggled, elbowing George. George glared at him, elbowing him back, which pushed Karl even further into Sapnap. "What is with you two?", Sapnap questioned, making Karl giggle and George huff. "Nothing, George and Clay have the same classes is all", Karl smirked glancing at George's annoyed face. Sapnap laughed, glancing between Clay and George, before bending down to Karl (we're gonna pretend Karl's shorter in this story) and whispering into his ear, which must have been hilarious because Karl fell into a fit of giggles. George just rolled his eyes, zipping up his bag and pulling out his earphones, placing one in his ear and connecting it to his phone, music immediately blasting into his ears. He shut his locker, waved to the boys and began to walk to his class. Clay watched as George left, hips moving back and forward as he walked. Karl kicked his angle, gaining his attention, before nodding his head towards George, "You should probably catch up to him if you want to find your classrooms" he giggled, watching as Clay's eyes widened before he turned and ran to catch up with George. Both boys laughed watching as Clay and George dissapeared, turning to eachother and silently agreeing. I mean, I think we all can agree with what they're thinking.
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George definitely saw Clay, they literally made eye contact, but he didn't act on it. He just continued walking to class, so Clay just followed. George turned into a classroom, one that contained two people; a boy and a girl. "Gogy!" the brunette boy cheered, great George is gonna sit with him and Clay's gonna be alone. George just waved at the boy with a smile, before turning around to Clay. He nodded his head towards the seats, "Pick one", he mumbled, Clay looked at the boy and then the seats, walking to a seat near the back, George followed, pulling the chair next to him out and plopping himself down on the chair. He dropped his bag under the table and took out his second headphone, offering it to Clay. Clay looked at him for a minute, before softly taking the earphone from George's hand and placing it in his ear. And that's how they stayed for a good while, listening to George's playlist as they waited for class to start, and when it did Clay gave George his earphone with a gentle smile. Which didn't make George blush, not one bit.
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After english, George packed his textbooks and notes away and waited for Clay, with his earphone in his hand, waiting to give it to Clay. In which Clay took it with a grin, visibly happy to share music with George once again. They walked to math class together, hands brushing against each other's, which also didn't make George blush. Once in math class, George told Clay to choose a seat, in which he did and George sat next to him. During maths class, Mr Rogers, their maths teacher, told the class he will be setting an assignment, a group assignment, where you will work with the person sitting next to you. George was happy it was someone he knew at least a bit, but also, it was Clay.
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Lunch came quick, and they reunited with Karl and Sapnap. George sat at the table while everyone else went to get lunch, he never really ate lunch. His father didn't like when he ate, so he didn't. He just scrolled through his phone; twitter, tiktok, anything to distract the ache in his stomach. When Karl made his way back to the table, he sat with George and broke his lunch down, taking small portions from each food and seperating them. He truly was George's best friend, he cared so much. George smiled at Karl's actions, he'll always be grateful for Karl. "Here", Karl smiled, moving his tray so George's food was infront if him. "Thank you, Karl", George smiled, resting his head on Karl's shoulder, it was his way of showing he cared, Karl understood feelings were hard for him to express. George slowly ate the small portions Karl made for him, he tried to eat slow so he could keep it down. "There's my sexy ladies" George glanced up at their friend, Quackity, giggling at the nickname he had for Karl and George. Quackity continued to joke by walking behind both boys and jokingly kissing each head, calling them his 'kittens', both boys just laughed. Soon after, Sapnap and Clay returned with their lunches, laughing about something that happened in the lunch line. Quackity was quick to introduce himself, cracking jokes to make Clay laugh, in which he did. George's head remained against Karl's shoulder, eating slowly. No one commented on George's small portions or how Karl gave George part of his lunch, they understood it was hard for George. Well, Clay didn't but he knew it was none of his business. But, even if they were understanding, not everyone is. As a tall boy with black hair walked past their table with his friends, George heard him laugh and say "Jesus the boy has to not eat so he can still be a slut", making all his friends laugh and agree. George froze up, why did he have to say that. Quackity was quick to stand up walk over to the group of friends and kick the guy in the balls, walking back to the table to continue like nothing happened. Karl giggled, wrapping his arm around George's shoulders and kissing his forehead, Karl has always been an affectionate friend. He's just like that. George smiled, even if what the guy said affected him, he didn't care because his friends were always there for him.
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Once again, the bell rang, and all students began the journey to their classes. George sat next to Clay and asked for his schedule paper, in which Clay gave it to him and George smiled, they had every class together. So George gave Clay his paper and stood up, waiting for Clay before leading him to their classroom.
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Four classes later, George was extremely tired, he was glad this lunch was longer, planning to sleep for part of it. He and Clay arrived at the cafeteria and George frowned when he saw Karl was sat in between Sapnap and Quackity. There goes his nap plan, he'll just have to wait until after dinner and after his father finishes his daily 'treat', don't get me wrong, George loved it. It was just exhausting. George sat down, dropping his bag next to him, and scrolling through his phone. Clay sat next to George, leg brushing against George's from how close he sat, George jumped up, don' let anyone touch you, George looked at Clay, he had this shocked expression on his face, nothing in comparison to the look of horrid on George's. Karl was quick to stand up, and grab George's arm, bringing him outside. George snatched his arm away, he broke the rules twice. His father was not going to be happy. Karl looked confused, George never acted like this. "What's wrong, George?", Karl spoke sincerely, he always spoke calmly when George was panicked. "I- I broke the rules" George shook as he spoke, tears streaking down his face. Karl knew not to touch him, he knew his father put these rules on him sometimes, it wasn't fair. "Look George, it's not your fault, okay? He won't know you broke the rules, it'll be okay" Karl spoke with care, trying to calm George down without touching him. George nodded, he won't know, it's gonna be fine. Karl smiled, "Okay, let's go back, okay? Is it okay if I touch you?", he asked gently, in which George nodded, he won't know.
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Clay denied George's earphone after lunch, which hurt but George understood why. He wished he didn't react the way he did, that way he could share his music with Clay. During history class, George pulled a piece of paper from the back of his notes copy. He took his favorite black pen and began to write, 'I'm sorry for reacting the way I did, it wasn't because of you. I can't really tell you, but it wasn't your fault. -George :]' He slid it across the table, until Clay glanced down, and he quickly retracted his hands back to himself, leaving the note there. Clay left it there for a while, before picking it up and squinting his eyes at the writing, which made George giggle. Clay glanced at George, a small smile on his face, before writing something down on the paper and sliding it towards George. It read, 'It's alright George, you don't have to explain what happened, I'm sorry for coming off as if I was mad about it, I'm not just worried :) <3' George smiled, and maybe he blushed at the small heart at the end of the note, glancing at Clay, who was paying attention to the teacher, jawline very visible. Which was sort of hot, not that George would admit he thought so.
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At the end of the day, Karl and George hugged at George's locker before George's father called him telling him he was outside. "I'll see you tomorrow, Karl", George cheered as he ran to the door, excited to see his father. As soon as he spotted the car, he quickly got to it and hopped in, putting his seatbelt on and turning towards his father. "Hi baby", he cooed, stroking George's cheek. George just smiled, leaning into the touch. "Have you been a good boy?", he asked, which made George a bit scared, he hasn't. "Yes, I have, Daddy" he smiled, hoping his lie was believable. His father looked pleased, his hand falling lower, both hands now placed on George's waist. One hand lifted higher, slipping under George's hoodie, twisting his sensitive nipple. George let out a whine, pleasure filling him up. And then suddenly the pleasure was gone, George's father looking behind George at a figure outside the window. George turned and his eyes widened when he spotted Clay outside his car, looking at him. George rolled down the window, "Clay?", he asked in shock, "Hi George- Uhm, I forgot to give you my number for the math assignment" he mumbled nervously, feeling bad for interrupting George's intimate moment. George's lips parted in an 'o' shape, looking for a piece of paper to write on, "Who's this, George?", George froze at his father using his name, which never actually happens. "This is Clay, he's my classmate, I'm paired with him for a maths group assignment", George replied nervously, scared of his father's reaction, "How fun, I'm George's father", he introduced himself to Clay, which only made Clay's eyes widen, weren't they just- Clay was extremely confused. Clay just smiled at George's father, until George found a piece of paper, quickly scribbled his number down and handed it to Clay, before rolling up the window with a wave. "What the fuck was that, I told you not to let anyone touch you, slut" his father yelled, making George flinch at the volume, "He didn't touch me", George mumbled, not convincing his father, "Yeah right, I bet you let him bend you over like the whore you are" he yelled, smacking George across the face. George couldn't speak anymore, his voice only coming out as whimpers and sobs, tears spilling down his face. His father stepped on the gas and started driving, almost double the speed limit.
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George woke up in pain, he felt worse than ever, double the pain in the usual areas and just as bad in new places. Bruises littered his skin, different kinds of bruises; hickeys, bites, cuts, just plain out hitting and kicking. George felt like hell. The body next to him turned, arm wrapping around his soft waist, slipping down a bit to his hip, and then moving back to his ass. Hands gripped his skin, pulling it to expose the red and puffy hole. Air blew against it, making George squirm in pain, his father went too far, again. George turned around, the hand slipping away, and stood up. Which caused him to immediately fall to the floor. He groaned, his pain feeling worse from the fall. He grabbed some panties from the floor, slipped them up his legs and crawled to his wardrobe. He grabbed some cute patterned thigh high socks, a skin tight, cropped shirt and a black pleated skirt. Throwing on his outfit, he crawled to the bed, climbing up and shaking his father slightly. His eyes fluttered open, closed, and opened again before smirking at the sight of the mess he made. George tried to hide most of the marks covering his body but the cropped top showed one of the worst bruises, from when he kicked him in the stomach. His father grabbed his waist, lifting him up and bringing him to the mirror, forcing George to see the mess he was.
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George stumbled out of the car, boots hitting the floor, he slammed the door shut, walking to the school entrance. He didn't want to go to school today, he was so mentally and physically tired, exhausted even. But, here he was, stood at his locker, watching Karl and Sapnap fight over who has the most Pokémon cards. He could feel all the stares all over his body, he hated it. He rested his head against his locker behind him, he wished the pain in his body would fade. And all of a sudden, Clay was there, looking at George with a worried expression. "Are you alright, George?", he asked genuinely, which was nice, George just hummed. "Is it because of yesterday? I'm sorry I didn't know-", Clay was cut of by Karl, "What happened yesterday?", he was obviously confused, George would've told him if something happened between them. "He met my dad", George mumbled, not really caring anymore. Karl's face dropped, eyebrows furrowing, "What happened?", he mumbled to George, concerned for his friend. "We were in the car, and Clay being Clay decided he had to come and give me his number for this stupid assignment and he thought I was screwing around with Clay", George explained quietly. Karl frowned, pulling George into a hug, George pushed his face into Karl's chest and began to quietly sob. Karl rubbed circles into George's back, trying to soothe him of his pain and sadness.
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Karl was worried for George, everyone was, he wasn't in school. George was always in school, even if he was sick, he would come in. So, when the school day finished, Karl and Clay drove to George's house. George's fathers car wasn't there, which was great since he would never let them see George. They rang the doorbell, stood at the doorstep, anxiety and concern for their friend high. And the door slowly opened, they were expecting it to be George's mother, but it wasn't it was George. He looked as pale as a ghost, his body clinging to the door to keep himself upright, he was covered in bruises. Karl sighed, he hated to see his best friend like this. He held onto George's arm, and opened the door further. He walked George to the couch, sat him down and headed for the bathroom. Clay sat next to George on the couch, afraid to touch him incase he scares him. He tried to find a blanket for after Karl cleans up George's cuts and bruises as George looked frozen in just his shirt and panties? Clay tried to advert his eyes from George's clothing. Thankfully, Karl returned with a first aid kit, quickly starting to clean up George's body. Clay rested his hand on George's leg, offering it to George to squeeze when he was in pain. George smiled at Clay, placing his hand in Clay's, before squeezing it when Karl pressed on a sore bruise. Once Karl finished cleaning George up, Clay took off his hoodie and gave it to George, to keep him warm. Karl took George to his room and told Clay to watch the door, they were just going to get some of George's things. Karl sat George down on his bed, and asked him what had happened. George coughed a few times before speaking in a groggy voice, "I didn't want it, he uhm- he wanted to have sex and I didn't want to at the moment, I was in so much pain. But he didn't like that I refused him, so he did it anyway. He almost killed me." George managed out, rubbing at his sore throat. Karl gave George a sincere look, he felt horrible his friend had to live like this. "Okay, we're getting all your shit, you're not staying here anymore", Karl stated grabbing a suitcase from the wardrobe and throwing all George's clothes in. George just smiled, he was happy Karl was taking him out of here. "Clay get your ass in here and help us pack!", Karl yelled, gaining Clay's attention from the hallway. Clay came in and helped get all George's other needs into a smaller suitcase, zipping it up and helping George out into his car. Just as George was exiting the house, Clay stopped walking, which confused George until he looked up. Standing there was George's mother, grocery bags in her hands and a dreadful look on her face. George started to panic thinking she would call his father, but she just nodded, looking down. "Go quickly, I'll call him and ask him to pick something on his way home, you need more time", she spoke, tears filling her eyes. George stood in shock, he never understood his mother, or why she hated him. But at that moment, he understood it all. He took her husband away from her, she had to listen and see her husband make love to their own child. George never saw it from her perspective. He pulled her into a hug, trying not to put all his weight on her. "Hunny, you're way too skinny, don't listen to him ever again, you need to eat", she mumbled, only now realizing how frail her son was. George nodded, pulling away from the hug. He held onto Clay's arm, trying to not fall. Clay wrapped his arm around George's waist, "Let's get you into the car", he mumbled, leading George to the car door, helping him up and into the seat. Karl came out with the last bag, freezing at the sight of George's mother. She waved Karl off, before walking inside and putting the grocery bags down, she reached into the bag, pulling out an item. She opened George's passenger door, "I bought these for you, I remember them being your favourite", she smiled, before closing the door again and walking inside, closing the front door. Clay helped Karl get the last of George's bags into the boot before hopping into the car and leaving. George smiled back at Karl, he was finally away from his father's hold. He was free.