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His arms had long since gone numb.
Jason naked body was lying sideways on a King-sized bed, his arms had been tightly pulled back and tied up to his biceps. Small tremors wracked his battered body. Both his legs were slightly pulled up to try and cover himself the best he could.
He was freezing, the room's temperature had been turned down, and anything he could use to possibly keep himself warm was removed.
He could see his breath come from between his chapped and blooded lips.
Greasy black hair fell into his dazed, teal eyes. He couldn’t even remember when he had had a proper wash.
God Alfred would be disappointed.
No, thinking about Alfred was painful.
Hell, everything was painful. Jason could still feel the tugging of stitches on the left side of his face, pieces of his hair getting stuck in the dried blood.
Jason heard a squeak, he dragged his gaze towards the door and braced himself. Two of Roman's guards came in, a bald one who was smoking and a guy with brown hair, who was more buff than Bruce, casually talking.
"Well look at that." Baldy puffed smoke out as he walked behind Jason.
"Looks like Little Red Riding Hood is awake," the brunette said deeply.
"Boss is such a great guy." Baldy puffed smoke into Jason's bruised face. Jason grimaced and pushed his head further into the bed, however, Baldy gripped his hair tightly and tugged his head back, exposing his neck.
Jason wasn't really sure what to expect anymore, but it didn't come to a surprise when a burning sensation was felt at the base of his neck just above his collar bone. He gritted his teeth and sucked in a sharp breath when Baldy decided to grind the cig further in.
"Since we've done such good work, boss said we could have a reward. Girls are fun and all, but boy," He whistled as he raked his eyes over Jason's physically fit, scarred body. Jason pressed down a shudder. "You're definitely handsome. And it's just so much better that you're the Red hood."
His hand was still in Jason's hair and he mustered a deep growl.
"Get fucked ugly!"
Pain shot across his face and the taste of copper filled his mouth. Suddenly he was pulled onto his back, his arms still painfully behind him. The brown-haired man was now in front of him, gripping his thighs bruisingly. Jason tried to pull away, but truth be told he... he was tired.
Tired of hurting.
Tired of being used.
Tired of being betray.
Tired of being lonely.
And just tired of...living.
Living was the hardest thing to do and he didn't know how much longer he could hold out. Everything had hurt ever since he had come back. The looks everyone would send him like he was some caged beast ready to snap them in two. He doesn't miss the way Tim flinches if he moves too quickly near him, or the way he tries to keep his distance.
Nor the way Bruce constantly looks at him, like he's some imposter that's taken over, missing the Jason he was before the crowbar.
Maybe...maybe this is punishment.
Punishment for being alive.
Punishment for crawling out of his coffin.
Jason didn't know. Hell, there's a lot he doesn't know, he has no clue how long he's been here, or even if Batman’s coming for him.
Then again, would he really come looking for the red bat of the 'family'?
Jason's breathing hitched involuntary as fingers entered him. His legs were pulled further apart and he was shifted into the man's lap.
Jason could feel the hard dick resting against his thigh, he tried to distance himself; sometimes it helped, others times... not so much.
Two fingers had entered him, moving in and out slowly, a hand slowly moving up and down his toned torso, thumb brushing over his nipples before making it's way down to pull at his limp dick.
Jason squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip. He could do this, he could get through it. Once he got out of here he was going to skin every one of these fuckers alive.
"Boss said we can't be too long Pritz, better make it quick." Baldy spoke as he pulled his pants off.
"Yeah, I know."
Suddenly a cock was pressed against his hole.
Panic rose in his chest, he tried to pull his legs up but hands were keeping his down. They couldn’t be serious, he wasn’t ready!
It wasn't too long ago that Roman had taken him when he wasn't ready.
Fuck!
He was still covered in blood and cum.
"N-no sto- ah!" Jason muffled the rest of the cry by biting his already damaged lips.
"Fuck, he's tight," Pritz gasped as he started to push into him.
Baldy grabbed Jason by the hair pulling on his cut again, he could feel it tear a little bit again. He forced Jason's mouth open then it was suddenly filled with warm cock.
He couldn't breathe, Baldy held his head still, Jason tried to thrash about but hands held his hips tight and the hand tugged on his head painfully, he could feel strands being pulled out.
"Take it like the whore you are and it'll be quick.”
Jason tried to calm himself, he really did, but he couldn't breath.
Dirt under his broken and bloody nails, bugs crawling over his skin and the sha-
Pain shot across his face and he started to slowly come back. Blurry eyes looked up and then there was another fist hitting him. Then before he could do anything, the pounding started to get more brutal and he could feel himself tear and he could feel the wetness between his legs.
"Fuckin’ piece of shit," Baldy growled and shoved his cock back in Jason’s throat.
He could feel Pritz hit his prostate and he bit back a moan. A hand came around his semi-hard cock, and they started to tug.
"You like this, don't you Hoodie?" Baldy sounded breathless. He gave a few hards strokes and Jason was shamefully hard.
Jason squeezed his eyes closed as he was violated.
He lied there sweaty, cum plastered over his face, over his stomach and mixing with the blood that was leaking out of him. The two guards hadn't lasted long. They got their rocks off and left.
A cock warmer, that's all he was.
He was cold.
Everything hurt.
Jason didn't stop the tears from falling from his bruised eyes.
He just wanted to go home.
He just wanted his dad.