#i literally don't know agsgsgsbshsgs i don't usually write this part of Jian's life

[whumpsical]

"I don't do that."

contents: noncon, beating, manhandling, wicked low self-worth. sorry buddy.

Jian should choose his clients more carefully

July 2018

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    “Hey, cut that shit out. I don’t do that,” Jian snapped, breaking their kiss again and snatching the man’s hand back off his throat. The guy just grabbed Jian’s wrists instead and shoved him harder into the wall.

    “You look like you do,” he said, smirking. Jian tried to shoulder himself out of the man’s grasp and aimed his knee at the man’s crotch when he couldn’t wiggle free.

    “Well I don’t,” Jian growled as his knee made contact. He broke from the wall and backed down the alley, away from the man who stayed bent over his middle for only a second before charging at Jian, grabbing the front of his shirt and angrily slamming him back into the dirty brick wall with a frustrated grunt.

    “Well I didn’t fucking ask,” the man hissed through clenched teeth. He jammed one hand up beneath Jian’s jaw, twisted the other in his hair, and heaved him violently to the ground, scraping Jian’s back across the brick on his way down. Jian squirmed and kicked, but the guy was much bigger than him. He cursed himself for allowing things to get this far. He had to stop forgetting to bring his fucking taser.

    “Get--” Jian snarled as menacingly as he could with the pressure slowly building around his windpipe, and dug his nails into the man’s arms while he tried to scoot his legs around to a better position, “--the FUCK--” Jian swung his knee upwards, aiming for the man’s groin again, but the man deflected the shot with his thigh and let go of Jian’s throat to punch him in the face, his knuckles skidding off Jian’s left cheekbone and scattering hot stars in his eyes. Jian groaned against the fireworks and tried to shield his head with his arms, but the man grabbed him by the shoulders and flipped him over onto the pavement, Jian’s face sparking with new pain as the man held a fist in the hair at the nape of Jian’s neck and mashed his cheek into the rocks and glass on the ground. A stabbing pain exploded in his head as the rough asphalt crunched against Jian’s left eye. He shut it tight, but that hurt even worse, and a pained groan escaped him.

    “You’re gonna give me what I want, you fucking slut,” the man whispered harshly into Jian’s ear, pulsing down for a second before shifting backwards and grabbing the waistband of Jian’s jeans.

    Shit, shit, shit, shit. “Hey--!” Jian cried. He bucked wildly and reached behind his back to grab the man, but Jian was too slow and uncoordinated. The man caught both of Jian’s arms, pinning them together beneath one large palm and folding them up against Jian’s spine. He finished tugging Jian’s pants down with his free hand, determined now to get the complete experience despite only paying for a blowjob. Jian found himself noting with a lukewarm gratefulness that the money was already in his pocket, and that the man didn’t seem to be thinking about trying to get it back. Not yet, at least.

    Jian shouted in rage and pain when the man clumsily used one hand to ready himself and stick it in quickly without much care for either of their feelings. It wasn’t about sex anymore, Jian thought bitterly, it was just a stupid goddamn way for the man to prove his power to Jian and to himself. Jian stopped kicking, stopped thrashing, all his energy focused on holding his breath through the man’s erratic movements and shutting his mouth against the garbage in his face. All of Jian’s muscles were pulled taut under the stress, and it only made the man try harder. He let go of Jian’s arms, but only to get a better grip and draw them even tighter up Jian’s back, leaning forward so that he could huff directly in Jian’s ear as he pounded him into the ground. Jian’s shoulders screamed as they were twisted backwards, and he couldn’t breathe now if he wanted to.

    Jian let out a pained cry as debris flicked into his eyes, feeling like millions of tiny glass shards were scratching his goddamn corneas. He tried to turn his face away, but there was nowhere to go. The man’s body was everywhere, crushing him and twisting his limbs and invading his nose and mouth, and when Jian cried his voice was muffled against the asphalt and the bricks and the garbage, his right temple bashing and scraping against the rough concrete at the base of the brick wall, the pounding of his skull following the man’s ever more brutal and desperate rhythm behind him until the man jerked and shuddered and groaned and, finally, stopped.

    Jian held his breath as the man stood up, kicked him once in the ribs, and called him a worthless whore before zipping his pants and heading out of the alley, leaving Jian alone on the ground with his ass out. Jian waited until he couldn’t hear the man’s footsteps anymore, then waited thirty seconds after that, fuming silently. Finally, he gathered the strength to reach behind his back and draw his own pants back up, sighing sorely.

    He rolled to his side, ignoring the trash on the ground. He was already caked in filth, anyway. He laid there for another thirty seconds, his mind empty, his whole body aching and a tight sting blooming around his left eye. The pain had hidden itself behind adrenaline, but it was slowly drawing back the curtain now on agony tinged with embarrassment and disgust at being such an easy fucking target. Jian didn’t know who else to blame.

    He pulled his phone out. Scrolled through his contacts. Pressed the call button. Gingerly sat up as the line rang. Leaned back against the brick wall. The line clicked and he heard his boyfriend’s sharp voice give him a wordless acknowledgement.

    “King?” Jian whispered into the phone. He pressed a hand to his side, holding on to his stomach, like he could protect himself from the inarticulate, jagged pain that whirled through his entire body and abstracted his view of the streetlight above him. His head thunked against the wall as he looked up, and he chewed his lip to keep from passing out just yet. King’s voice grumbled tonelessly from the tiny speaker.

    “What is it, babe?”

    “Can you pick me up?” Jian slurred. He watched a swarm of gnats swirl in the yellow light and felt his eyelids drooping, thousands of the little bugs still wiggling beneath his skin. “I got...”

    Jian’s voice trailed off, but just before the phone could slip from his hand he heard King say his name and he gasped to attention, clutching the phone back to his ear.

    “Jian? Are you okay? Where are you?”

    “Mm,” Jian groaned, shaking his head to nobody. He huddled closer to the wall and looked up and down the alley, trying to remember where he and the guy had ended up in the first place. His gaze landed on a familiar storefront. “I’ll be at the bus stop by the burrito place and Dunkin’,” he sighed.

    “On my way.”

    With a soft beep King’s voice dropped into the ether, and Jian dropped his phone to his side. He lightly thumped the back of his head against the wall a few times, trying his hardest to focus on the rough bricks and not the throbbing pain which was slowly darkening the vision in his left eye. It was going to be swollen shut by the time King found him. He grabbed his phone and struggled to his feet, leaning heavily on the wall, his legs wobbly. He patted his pockets. Well. At least he’d kept the money.

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Taglist??? @yet-another-heathen

#whump #eric #eric draw #hurt #noncon whump #spicy whump #nsfwhump #manhandling #beating #hostile #whump spice #i literally don't know agsgsgsbshsgs i don't usually write this part of Jian's life #beaten up #injury #black eye #aaaaaaa whatever anyway time for my own tags #eric write #ocs #jian #king #sin squad #king is trans by the way #if you're imagining a big scary dude amend that rq because he is 5'6 and lean #for reference Jian is 5'7 and cis #now don't get me wrong King is a wildly scary dude #just not in a big burly way #he's that type of trans guy who acts as toxically masc as possible lmao #in public at least #anyway hi wick i tagged u bc u talked abt learning about the Jian/King story 🤪 here we gooo