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“You do not bite the hand that feeds you. You are a leashed dog. I will beat you into submission.” Riko’s voice was venom as he leaned back against the wall. He peered down at Jean, those eyes burning into him. The taller striker Kevin Day leaned next to him. Those green eyes casted against the floor.
Jean could taste the blood in his mouth. His skin was sticky. His muscles burned. He wasn’t good enough on the court. He spoke French. He retaliated. Everything he did he was beaten. Beaten black and blue by the man in front of him who wore a one on his cheek.
His hair clung to his face as he glanced around the room. A third person was standing in the shadow of his room. Jean could never be safe in the nest. He couldn’t even find solace in his own room.
“You know what to do.” Riko’s voice was sharp, demanding. The figure stepped forward and Jean clocked him. This was Jamie Ellison number 10. He was a backliner. One who wouldn’t even pay any attention to Jean. Why was he here? Jean swallowed thickly as Ellison stepped into Jean’s bubble. He could see the tremble in his hand. What was going on?
Jean turned his attention to yell at Riko, but a hand gripped the back of his neck. He was thrusted forward his face slamming hard into the floor. Jean tried to get up but froze when he felt a hand grab the edge of his pants. He tried desperately to push back but Ellison was stronger than him. Bigger than him. He was barely sixteen.
The fear began consuming him as his pants slide free pooling at his knees as he kneeled on the floor. His nails dug into the stained tile. He was frantically looking around the room, his eyes fell to Kevin. His arms crossed over his chest; head turned away. Jean couldn’t help but to call out.
“Please stop this!” The words came out in French. His head was fuzzy as he tried getting back up. Ellison's weight shifted as Jean struggled beneath him. But the backliner didn’t budge. Instead, he dug his fingers harder into his neck earning another plead from Jean.
Clawing at the floor Jean tried again to free himself but it was in vain. He was screaming out. His flesh was tearing. Tears cascaded down his face. He couldn’t breathe. He struggled for oxygen. His nails caught the edge of the tile but ripped as Ellison tugged Jean back. He cried out in pain.
“Please don’t do this.” Jean cried looking up at Riko. The king was just smirking down at him.
“A bad dog must be punished.” Jean’s ears were ringing. The sound of flesh slapping against each other. His choked sobs. The grunts and groans that spilled from Ellison’s mouth. He pleaded over and over again. He tried to push Ellison off of him, but the man didn’t move. He had his way with Jean.
He left the room. Jean couldn’t hold himself up. He could feel the blood and bodily fluids slip from him, spilling down his thighs. Not once did Kevin look at him. Not once did Riko look away.
“You should’ve been a good boy. You need to learn now to submit.” Riko’s foot came fast. It connected. Jean retched, gagged as Riko slammed his foot into his stomach over and over until Jean could barely make out the lights. The room was getting darker and swirled as he curled in on himself.
“Clean him up.” Riko stepped over Jean. “See you at practice.” The room fell silent after the door clicked shut. He was trembling. Fear coursed through his veins. Why was this happening to him? What did he do to deserve this?
“Get up.” A voice came through. Cracking his eyes open Jean looked up to see Kevin squatting above him his hand hovering over Jean’s shoulder. Was he going to hurt him too? Jean flinched from his touch getting to his hands and knees he tried to crawl away, but his legs failed him. Heavily he slammed down into the floor. Tears threatened to fall as Kevin stood.
Those green eyes peered down at Jean; his eyebrows creased as he offer out his hand. “We need to get you cleaned up.” Jean felt liquid continuously slid down his thighs. With a hesitant hand Jean reached between his legs. He flinched as his fingers made contact with his skin. Tugging his hand back he stared at them.
“Blood.” Jean was petrified as he stared at the crimson liquid coating his fingers.
“You’re bleeding. Come on, we have to get you cleaned up.” Kevin wasn’t patient. He reached out snagging the blood covered fingers. He pulled hard, pulling Jean to his feet. Jean collapsed against the striker but Kevin held him up right. “Pull your pants up.”
Jean was woozy but did as he was told clinging to Kevin for support. They shuffled out of the room and headed straight for the showers. Kevin left him under the cold water. Told him to take care of himself then turned and left Jean. The tears came quickly hidden by the waterflow. His nails dug into his skin as he frantically scrubbed off Ellison’s touch.
Jean struggled through practice. He could barely walk yet alone run. Ellison had his hand wrapped around Jean’s neck after practice. Jean fled, his stomach churning. He found himself on his knees vomiting. The nights previous encounter playing vividly.
Jean was greeted by Riko’s heavy fist. He tried to stand but Riko was quick his fingers tangling in his hair as a knife was placed against his throat. He froze. He could feel the metal biting into his skin. One wrong move and Riko could easily spill his blood. Jean’s teeth bit into his lip as he glared up at Riko. Those eyes were so dark and full of pure evil.
“Fuck you.” Jean swore in French gritting his teeth. A foot slammed into his shoulder toppling him backwards onto the tile. Hands braced against the cold floor as he kept his head from slamming onto the floor once again. Riko’s foot pressed down against his chest, his ribs cracking under his weight.
“What did I say? I own you. You will kneel when I tell you. You will do whatever I tell you. I will break you.” Riko pressed his foot down harder against his sternum. Jean’s fingers circled around Riko’s ankle. He tried to pull Riko off of him but Riko only squatted down, the knife once again appearing at Jean’s throat.
The cold blade pressed into his skin biting the pale skin open. Jean released Riko’s ankle, and the knife relaxed. “Now shirt off.” The edge of Riko’s blade caught the neckline of his shirt. Jean only glared at Riko.
“N-” His nose crunched. He could feel the warm liquid pour from his face.
“Obey.” Riko hissed as he yanked off Jean’s shirt. He didn’t care that it ripped, or that blood was pooling on the floor as Jean’s fingers cupped his nose. “Ryder. I told you what to do.” Riko stepped back, dropping the torn shirt. He leaned against the wall next to Kevin. Once again Kevin had his arms folded over his chest his eyes casted towards the door.
The frame of Brennan Ryder number 22 backliner crouched in front of Jean. His hands were gentle as they hooked Jean’s jaw, forcing him to look at him. Those dark hazel eyes were soft, but the smile of his lips was scary. He looked ravished as his hands shook. His free hand slid down Jean’s side. Jean started to pull back, but Ryder was holding his hip. His fingers painfully digging into his skin.
Ryder’s hand moved grabbing at Jeans dick. He grabbed at Ryder’s hand but his elbow came up catching him in his jaw. Jean was horrified, frantic as he fought Ryder who was touching him. His own body was betraying him. Ryder wasn’t gentle as he shoved Jean against the floor. His hands slipping in his own blood. The backliner took the opportunity to catch his shorts tugging them down in one move movement.
Jean pleaded, half screaming as he tried to pull his shorts back up. This couldn’t be happening again. Not again. Tears pricked his eyes as Ryder touched him. He was gagging, why was his body reacting? He was hard in Ryder’s touch.
“Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.” Jean pleaded with hands shoved between his legs trying to force Ryder to let him go. Hands lifted off of him. Jean curled in on himself sobbing. Everything ached. But Ryder was only getting started. He was just beginning. Jean was still broken from the night before. Where Ellison took something from him Ryder was pushing into him as well. Thrusting hard and rough into Jean. He couldn’t breathe. Pathetically Jean reached for Kevin.
“Please don’t do this to me.” His voice was a whisper. But forced moans wracked through his body. He cried at them, angry at his bodies reaction. Ryder’s hands were back gripping him hard, pumping him roughly. Jean cried out as an orgasm ripped through his body. He sobbed face planted against the cold tile as Ryder finished inside of him. He knew he was bleeding. He knew cum was spilling from him. He knew what happened. It happened again.
“Still not broken I see?” Riko was kneeling over him. Jean didn’t say a word, just sobbed, his nails digging into his arms tearing at his flesh. “Maybe I’ll give you a real reason to cry out.” The knife was on his back. Pulling straight lines between his shoulders. Jean flinched every time the blade pierced him.
Riko left him bleeding on the floor. Left Kevin to clean up his mess. Kevin dressed him in the stained shorts and torn shirt. He dropped him off in the showers. The water was cold, but it burned his skin. Jean was sobbing as he tore at his flesh. Slamming his back into the tiled wall. He would rather feel Riko’s blade than the hands of others.
Jean was on his knees, face blooming with fresh bruises. Riko loomed over him with that same knife biting into his skin. Jean bit his tongue angrily. He could barely play due to Riko and now he was back being punished. His knees ached on the tile. His thighs were covered in welts from where the racquet had slammed into him over and over. He was lightheaded.
“Still a bad dog. Guess I need to tighten your leash.” Riko dug the knife in deeper, tugging it harder.
“Please don’t do this to me.” Jean whisper, English felt foreign on his tongue. He refused to speak French for the day, but it wasn’t enough. Max Porter, jersey number 26, a senior backliner stood behind Jean. His hand resting heavily on his shoulder. Jean knew what was going to happen. He was angry. He glared up at Riko. The man who owned him was ruthless. He spat towards Riko. Riko only cocked his head leaned down in Jean’s face.
“Take him to the bed. Make sure he knows no dog will ever have somewhere safe.” His hair was tugged, guiding him up to his feet. He didn’t take his eyes off of Riko as Porter shoved his face first into the bed. Jean shifted his glare fixated on Kevin. That man pretended he wasn’t being assaulted he was just a pawn another dog leashed by Riko.
Porter didn’t take his time, he was pushing into Jean. His moans filled the room. Jean bit his lip ignoring his body’s reaction. His fingers knotted in the sheets tugging them as Porter continued fucking into him like he was just a sex toy. He wasn’t human just something for Porter to get his dick wet.
Porter took longer than the others. But he didn’t feel the blood dripping down his thighs. There was only pain burning from his ass. He just glared at Kevin, his hands shaking in anger and pain.
“Fuck you.” Jean hissed as soon as it became just the two of them. Kevin helped Jean off the bed. Helped him slip the discarded clothes back on. They were in the showers. Jean was standing there. Water beating down on him. He remained dressed. He stared at those green eyes who just stared back.
“Fuck you.” Jean hissed in angry French his fist tangling in the other shirt. He was weak but Kevin moved with him as Jean slammed him up against the shower wall. The water poured over them. Angry tears spilled down Jean’s cheeks. Kevin just stared at him, but Kevin was truly looking at him.
“Tighten the leash. Do what he wants. Do not fight back.” Kevin shoved Jean out of his way, leaving Jean standing there.
The racquet was heavy on his back. He knew Riko’s cuts opened up. He could feel the blood tacking his shirt to his skin. But he didn’t fight it bite his lip, dug his nails into thighs. He was tired. Exhausted.
Jean stumbled into his room and was greeted once again by Riko, Kevin and a different backliner. Scott Hobbs, number 13 had his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes dragged over Jean’s body. It was going to happen again. Riko was twirling his knife and pointed at the bed. Jean shook his head.
“Please don’t do this to me.” Jean whispered head hung long. He looked towards Kevin who finally looked his way. Those green eyes dark and shameful.
“Be a good dog and do what your master says.” Riko was already stepping towards him, his fingers tangling into his hair. He tugged Jean down glaring at him.
“Woof.” Jean grinded out. Riko saw red. He was dragging Jean. Jean dragged his feet trying to free himself from Riko’s grasp but it was futile. Hobbs was on him throwing him onto the bed. He was impatient tugging Jean’s shorts free. Riko finally let go of Jean’s hair. Those fingers curled around Jean’s pinky finger.
Pain ruptured through Jean. Hobbs forced himself into him, Riko cracked his finger to the side. Jean stared in horror as Riko stepped back laughing. He just broke Jean’s finger. Jean was screaming into the bed. His face buried into the rough fabric. There was nothing more he could do. Every inch of him was throbbing in pain.
His bed was soiled. He orgasmed at the pain Hobbs put him through. He was angry screaming into his pillow. Riko wasn’t having it. He pulled Jean off the bed letting him fall hard onto the tile. He couldn’t help but to let out a cry of pain. Riko was over him. His foot coming heavily down on Jean’s hand. He screamed out. His freshly broken pinky crunching under Riko’s weight. Jean was biting his wrist. Screaming out against his wrist. Metallic flooded his mouth as Riko stepped back.
“Be a good boy will you? We are running out of backliners.” Riko didn’t spare a glance towards Jean or Kevin as he left. Kevin was at his side immediately. Holding his hand scanning.
“We need to get you to the nurse.” Kevin was already hauling Jean up pulling his shorts up covering him.
“I want to shower first.” Jean was defeated as he leaned heavily into Kevin.
Jean wasn’t surprised to find Riko in his room. Kevin was leaning against the wall, his eyes watching Jean carefully, Jean swiveled his head to the last senior backliner. Ryan Briggs. He still wore his jersey. Number 29. He was sweaty from practice. Jean knew what was going to happen. He stepped towards his bed. With shaky fingers he gripped the hem of his shirt, tugging it off.
The shirt was discarded on the floor next to his shorts. His boxers came next as he climbed up on his bed. He laid down on his back and let his legs fall open. He wasn’t going to fight. Riko won this fight. He was a dog on a leash. Briggs was the gentlest out of all of them. He was gentle as he pushed into him. Briggs was gentle as he thrusted, gentle as he held onto Jean’s hips.
Jean stared at the ceiling. He let his body react. He didn’t fight himself. He just let everything happen. He blinked back the tears. He let himself orgasm, his fingers curling in the fabric. Briggs chased after his own climax, thrusting harder into Jean. But when he finished and pulled out Jean let his legs fold close. He sat up slowly.
Briggs left with Riko. Riko got his way. Jean would listen. Just let it happen. He was a dog on a leash. Kevin was at his side, but Jean pushed the striker away. With shaky fingers he dressed himself. He only glanced at Kevin as he stepped towards the door.
“He tightened the leash. I will obey.” Jean left the door open as he stepped into the hallway. A silent demand for Kevin to get out of his sight. A demand for him to leave him alone. He would submit. He will be whatever Riko wanted of him.