Crip wakes up in his bed. He vaguely remembers getting home last night. After O'Riley had his way, well, let's just say Crip was out of it.
His body felt sore, from the bite mark on his wrist to his legs. He just wanted to stay in bed, but, duty calls. He slumps out of bed, seeing how late in the day it is. O'Riley probably won't care, seeing as he had a rough night. Still, he should get to the hideout. He tugs on some clothes and decides to stop by the coffee shop on his way to the hideout.

There's quite an attractive male at the cash register, and Crip tries not to make eye contact.
Crip: "Regular coffee." He says calmly, and the male jots the order down. He looked new..well, Crip hasn't been in here in a while, but he certainly would've remembered this guy.

"Hello Mr. Wilson." A familiar voice suddenly chimes behind him. Crip turns around to see the doctor that patched his wrist up.

Crip: "Doctor..Helk?" He asks, and the doctor nods.
Helk: "That's right. You're a fan of coffee as well hm?"
Crip laughs nervously.
Crip: "Every single day. Can't go without it."
Helk: "You smoke?"
Crip: "Nope."
Helk: "Dip?"
Crip: "Nope."
Helk: "Drink?"
Crip can't help but smile at the doctor. So curious.
Crip: "I don't do anything at all. Coffee is my only addiction."

And sex. But he couldn't tell a physiatrist that...

Helk: "Well, that's one of the more healthier addictions I've seen. Good on you Mr. Wilson."
Crip finally receives his cup of coffee and walks to the station where the sugar and creamers are. Much to his dismay, doctor Helk follows.

Helk: "Hows your wound? Still wrapped I see, very good."

Crip: "Y-Yeah, it's fine, really."

Helk: "Hey." The Doctor says and sets a hand firmly on Crips shoulder. "I want to apologize again for the k9 attacking you. Jameson's a good man really, he's just..a bit ahead of himself. Wants to show off and be the best, regardless of who it hurts in the process."

Crip can feel his cheeks warming up. The doctors touch felt warm and safe. His hands were big, and his voice was so deep and calm.

Crip: "It's fine really. If I was a cop I'd probably do the same. He didn't know any better."

Helk smiles at that, and Crip hurriedly pours in a little bit of sugar into his cup of coffee along with some half and half.
Helk: "Well, it was nice seeing you Mr. Wilson. My offer still stands. If ever you need someone to talk to my numbers on the back of this card." He says in a low, almost hushed voice, handing Crip a card with his name on it.

Crip: "Thanks. I'll be going now." Crip says quickly and takes the card, slipping it into his jeans pocket.
Helk: "Goodbye Mr. Wilson."

Crip grabs his cup of coffee and heads out the door. There's a nice silver car out front, probably belongs to the doctor, seeing as it's probably the most expensive.
He rushes past it, and down the street. Soon he's stepping through the hideout doors, seeing Shank and Knots outside.

Shank: "Well well look what the cat dragged in~"

Knots: "You're late Crip."

Crip: "I know I know..Is O'Riley mad?"

Knots: "Nah, seems he knew you would be." Knots smiles.
Crip frowns deeply, heading straight inside.
There he finds the others, and money is being distributed. Pay day was the best day, and they're all done counting.

O'Riley: "There you are. Here's your cut Crip."

Crip happily walks up and takes his money. This was plenty for rent this month. He actually has some play money.

Crip: "Thanks. No jobs today?"

Charlie: "Nope, just chillin' today baby."
Crip nods. He can leave early. Just what he wanted to hear.
Charlie: "Don't think you're getting off scot free though~"

Crip: "What do you mean?"

Charlie: "Oh I think you know exactly what I mean baby~"

Crip backs away, eyes widening. Charlie wanted him. Charlie was his least favorite person.

Crip: "C-can't. Busy tonight." He says quickly and walks away. He needed to get home, lock the door, and stay there all night. It was the only way he could escape the taller male. He doesn't bother looking back, just walks straight out the door and down the street. His pockets were full of cash, but he needed to walk out in public. That would keep Charlie from snatching him. He wasn't stupid after all, and as a rich families young prodigy, Charlie wouldn't want it getting out that he's harassing a man. That's exactly what it'd look like.

He rushes down the street, passing people by in his hurry, limping frantically. He finally gets close to his house, but before he can reach the stairs Charlie pops out from behind them.

Charlie: "Busy huh?" He approaches Crip slowly. Crip backs away yet again.

Charlie: "You might as well give me what I want, or this'll be bad. You know that."

Crip: "Why tonight?"
Charlie: "Because I want it tonight."
Crip glances to his door up top, then back to the brown eyed man.
Charlie: "How about this. If you don't do it tonight, I'll set up a little gang bang tomorrow~"
Crip: "N-no!"
Charlie: "I'm sure the others would join that~"
Crip: "Stop it!"
Charlie's face is suddenly very serious as they're getting further away from the stairs.
Charlie: "Then give in Cripple."

Crip swallows hard, but stops moving. Anything but a gang bang..too many bad memories.
Charlie: "That's better~"
Charlie chimes, bringing his hand up to Crips cheek.
Charlie: "Lets go."
Crip follows Charlie, up to his own apartment, and unlocks the door. He locks it back once they're both inside.

Charlie: "Strip." Charlie says bluntly, and Crip scoffs. He puts the money up, and does as he's told though, stripping completely down. He didn't really wanna do this, but Charlie would make things difficult if he didn't obey.

Charlie: "That's it~"
Charlie chimes, and steps closer.
Charlie: "Now, get on your knees~"
Crip frowns deeply, but gets down on his knees.
Charlie straightens his legs, and unbuckles his belt, sliding down his zipper and pulling down his boxers.
He didn't have to speak. He just grins down and Crip knows exactly what he wants, and he does it.
He opens his mouth slightly, letting Charlie's cock sit in his mouth before sucking on it.
Charlie holds his position for a little while, but it's not long before his hands are in Crips hair, dragging him back and forth on his cock.
Charlie: "God you're good at that~"
He moans out, finally pulling Crip completely away. He pulls Crips hair back yet again, forcing him to look up.

Charlie: "The couch, or your room? You choose."
Crip swallows hard, answering lowly.
Crip: "Bed.."
Charlie grins and pulls Crip up by his hair, to which Crip growls.
He all but drags him to his bedroom and shoves him down on the bed.
Charlie then climbs on top of him, stripping his coat and shirt off.

Charlie: "Spread." He states, pulling Crips legs apart. "That's it~"
He positions himself and pushes right in, Crip tensing up and jerking at the sudden feeling.
Crip: "Hurts-"
Charlie: "Don't move~"
Crip: "Charlie-"
Charlie: "Shut up~"
He pushes Crips face sideways onto the bed and starts slamming into the small male. Crip breathes heavily and lets out pained whines. Charlie was always so rough.
He thrusts heavily, repeatedly, until he finished, cumming inside of Crip, who twitches as he does so.

Charlie: "Thanks baby~"
Charlie chimes yet again, pulling out and standing to his feet, fixing himself and pulling on his shirt and coat.
Charlie: "Don't be late tomorrow~"

He says cheerfully, and closes the door to Crips bedroom, leaving him in the dark.

Crip listens carefully for the sound of his apartment door closing. Ah, there it is. He's gone. Finally.

Crip blinks, not wanting to move. This feeling. The feeling of being fucked. Used. Abused. It's the same no matter what. No matter who does it. His existence was to be tortured like this. That's what she taught him at a young age.

She...

Tears start to roll down his face, and he sucks his bottom lip in.

Why was he like this?