mildly-grotesque

[mildly-grotesque]

an awry argument

TW: s*xu*l (e,a) ab*se (u), violence, n*nc*n (o,o) , or*l (a)

this is a very old fic, and has been edited to more suitably fit 17+ audiences. proceed with caution. this is NOT for SEUXAL USE. actions in this are not condoned by the writer. the themes in this fic are not appropriate or healthy, as well as purely headcanon.

about: a vague argument starts between Billy Loomis and Stu Macher, and Billy takes it too far

Billy stared at the whimpering boy in front of him. Even when he was mad, Stus dumb face wouldn’t let him think straight- with his pouty lip and big, bright eyes. He held up an angry first at the boy, ignoring his body calling for him to ravage Stu then and there. He keeps it together, reaming at the taller boy, who stared up at him on his knees- in both fear and adoration taking all the shouting and the occasional soft slaps. His arms were forward facing, palms were pressed against the carpet, eyes glimmering a light blue against the moonlight peeking from the window, looking up at Billy. Stuart’s mouth twitched between a pouty little flip of his lip and a giddy, shaky, small smile, unable to determine which fit the room. Billy could hardly take it. His eyes dart away as he growls from in his chest, watching Stu’s hands fumble with the fabric of the rug, pulling softly at the looms of string, trying to fit in his pinky finger. Stu was always moving his hands- touching things like a small child, forever curious, forever restless, needing several things to focus on at all times, even in his sleep he’d grind up against pillows, bunched up sheets, or Billy and thrash his legs around occasionally. It was annoying, but endearing. Billy's train of thought zips back to the current matter. He was angry at Stu. Or.. now he was just angry at himself. He saw himself in the way Stu had been acting lately. Stu was losing his grip- he was weak minded and constantly in the moment, giddy and overjoyed that he could be like Freddy Krueger, or Jason Voorhees, or Billy Lenz, or Michael Meyers. He looked up to them in a way. They were his idols. He’d try so hard to be like them. At first he thought they could try their own creepy killer voice, so it would be iconic. They decided on a voice changer instead. Billy shakes his head and gives Stu a hard, hot slap across the cheek, hard enough to almost throw Stu backward, making Stu curl up, leaning forward to put his face in the carpet, hands racing to cover his head, tangling in his short dirty blonde locks. Stu whimpered something like “Jeez, Bill- I’m sorry-“ as the carpet muffled out his words, reducing what he said to a weak whimper. He didn’t even know what he’d done wrong. Did he say something cross? His cheek heated up as he felt Billy’s hand print mark itself on him, tingling.

Billy stared down at Stu, al’s it grinning at the way he curled up, as if he were scared of him. That made his blood rush, Stu whimpering, probably apologising to him. Billy goes on one knee, grabbing the back of Stus head: the nap of his neck, gripping as firmly on his short hair as it would allow. Stu softly whined, quietly pleading for Billy to go easy on him. That he would do better.

Scoffing, the dark haired boy yanks up Stus head, forcing Stu to show Billy his face. He bites his lips as he gazes at the red mark on his friend’s cheek, wrapping just slightly along his jaw. He probably hadn’t slapped Stu that hard before- which was supported by how quickly Stu fell apart and gave up on his side of the argument. Stu’s eyes glimmer again, reflecting stars in the light blue sea of them, his pupils small, eyes shaky, darting around nervously. He bit his lip and scrunched up his nose a bit, turning his head, expecting another bony-handed slap to come his way. He resorts to soft, whiny whimpers, shamefully avoiding eye contact, feeling as if he didn’t deserve to look into the other boy’s dark, hypnotically frightening gaze. Billy’s hand slithers to Stus chin, forcing his head still, gripping hard enough for Stu to huff out air, in a soft, pained hiss, followed by him readjusting himself to put his palms back onto the rug, backing up a bit, arching his back downward, eyes falling to the floor.

Billy thinks while biting back his lip, wondering if Stu would cry if he slapped him again. His grip on the weak boy’s chin tightened as he slowly raised up his free hand. Stu sees his hand in his peripheral vision. He tilts his head to get his cheek ready.

Then Billy slaps him again, insulting him with a growl in his voice.. relishing Stu crying out as his body jolted forward, gripping at the carpet, head throwing itself forward, hair slicked down by his sweat, body tensing up, trying to curl into a fetal position, unable to because of the shorter’s hard grip on his face. Desperately squirming around, Stu blabbers out apologies, speaking over himself, his mouth not able to keep up with his mind’s racing. Billy grins darkly at the pathetic mess in front of him. This must be how his dad feels, he thinks. The smile fades from his expression. “

With a pause, Billy let go of Stu and pushed him back, to sit on his ass, standing up. He was secretly getting off at Stu looking so.. weak. It scared him, in the back of his head.

Stu looks.. afraid. Genuinely afraid. Billy gazes at the broken boy. In some fir of guilt and perverseness, he kids his hand on Stus cheek, wiping away his tears. Stu can’t help himself but to nuzzle his face against the boy's gentle touch, breaths slowly beginning to settle down. He couldn’t speak. He just closed his eyes and pressed his burning cheek against Billy’s tender touch. But then Billy’s hand moves away, making Stu whimper quietly, slowly opening up his eyes, looking up at Billy with those diamond eyes of his. Stu silently mouths out another apology. Billy grazes Stu’s cheek with his hand, making his way to Stu’s damp hair again. Stu looked beautiful- even more than usual. The boy was speechless.. broken down, practically crying over three little slaps to the face.

Billy would never cry that easily.

He runs his hand through Stu’s hair, watching Stu try to move his face closer to their hand, wanting to go back to the gentle touch from before. Instead he gets another horrible slap to the face. This time Stu hardly responds to it. He just stares at Billy and accepts that it isn’t over, the fear in his eyes starting to fade into blankness. He was helpless, so he might as well just take it. Tears fell down his cheeks one at a time, tingling as the cold liquid met contact with his skin. Billy can’t help but chuckle lowly at Stu. He made the tall boy give up so quickly. Stu was his property. Only his. He yanks Stus head up, forcing eye contact, staring into Stus light, oddly relaxed eyes. Stu looked so.. beautiful.. his red face that radiated with heat, his shaky body trembling just when Billy would move a little too quick, the shy little frown that planted itself on his face. Billy almost felt bad for treating Stu this way. Almost. Stu opens his mouth to speak, but doesn’t say anything, instead looking down and closing his eyes. He couldn’t find the will in himself to apologize. No matter what, he knew that Billy would keep going. He didn’t want to seem all weak. Billy shifts his legs around a bit, his cock rubbing against his jeans, forcing him to grunt softly. He wanted to whip out his dick and shove it down Stu’s throat.. but not yet. First he wanted to wreck Stu of all of his feeling of self. He slaps Stu two times, getting a soft twitch to run through the boy’s body. Again. Stu hardly moves, slightly opening his eyes, lifting his head to try to stop tears from falling from his cheeks again. But he can’t stop the stream of tears. Billy slaps him again. Stus eyes open and stare up at Billy. By now Billy couldn’t even see fear in the abused boy. It almost reminded him of several times his dad would hit him.. he’d use a blank expression like Stu. As a way to think clearly. To cope. Billy slaps him one more time, across the face. Stu doesn’t flinch or whimper. He just stares up, keeping a face as straight as possible. He’s ready. Billy moved his hand away from Stu, looking at his own pink, slightly irritated skin. Hitting Stu so hard even hurt him a bit. Billy reached down to his own pants, thumbs fumbling around with the jeans button before his fingers undid it, yanking apart his zipper. Stu’s eyebrows raise and furrow as he realizes what Billy plans on doing.

Usually, Stu would practically drool in anticipation, even longing, for the sexual part of the fight but.. he didnt want it right now. He watches Billy yank down his pants. He can’t help but to stare at the tent in Billy’s underwear. Then he looks up to Billy, staring into his eyes, looking at Billy’s honestly terrifying expression. Part of him wondered if Billy planned on trying to kill him. He pushed away the thought of that and broke the eye contact. Billy scoffs.

“You always love this part.” Billy speaks softly, a growl emerging from his gut as he spoke. “Don’t act like that.” With that remark, Billy quickly yanks his black boxers down to his ankles, eyebrows bunching up in frustration, mouth twitching softly. He bites his lip and looks down. Part of him wished Stu would at least whimper for him. But Stu would be making sounds for him soon enough. Billy puts his thumb to Stu’s chin, hand gripping his jaw. “Open up.” Billy almost laughs when he speaks, smiling down at the taller boy as if he were a victim of his. Chills run down Stu’s spine.

With a shaky, unsteady jaw, Stu opens his mouth just slightly. Billy assists him, forcing his mouth more open, yanking his jaw down. Stu still can’t gather the courage to peep- in fact- he’s just getting more and more meek as this happens. He felt horrible. There was a pain in his gut from the stress, his shoulders were tense, there was a constant ring in his head because of Billy’s relentless hitting. He’d never felt so mistreated. He couldn’t even respond to it. His body didn’t let him. It was almost as if he was in denial. His train of thought is interrupted by Billy shoving at least half of himself in Stu’s mouth. Stu’s eyes widen as he starts involuntarily salivating, his throat trying to get more wet, instead just filling up the back of his mouth. It would make him gurgle if Billy hadn’t plugged up his airway. Billy pushes in more, allowing Stu to both swallow down a bit of his saliva and spit up drool, which fell from his chin onto the floor, making his bottom lip slicked in the process. Billy groans when he thrusts into Stu’s throat, murmuring a curse. Stus teeth grazed against Billy’s length, making the experience just more pleasurable for Billy. Bottoming out, Billy softly grunts, smiling at Stu’s gagging and coughing, letting the thoughts of his parents subside, giving in to the primal urges that of a teenage boy. He groans to himself, thrusting in and out of Stu’s mouth with a languid pace. Stu’s eyes roll back as he focuses on trying to breathe through his nose, occasionally not being able to, going red before his airway would open and he could desperately hyperventilate from his nose.

Billy reaches with his free hand to grab the back of Stu’s neck again, yanking at Stu’s hair. Stu gags and coughs and drools, gasping around Billy, involuntarily bucking his hips upward, trying to groan as his cock rubs against his restricting pants, instead choking out a broken sound through his throat. He didn’t want to feel aroused but he couldn’t help it. He keeps bucking his hips, stifled moans rumbling in his throat, coming out as loud gags.

“Stop it.” Billy commands, pushing Stus head down on himself.

Stu, tears running down his face, slowly settles his hips with a whimper. The only enjoyable part of this would’ve been Stu getting to have some sort of sexual release. He resorts to whines as a response, starting to lose himself to the sexual stimulation, mind wandering off from the pain, trying to focus on the pleasure of it all. He still can’t help but let out a choked out sob. Billy chuckles, yanking his hair again.

Stu softly moans, silently wishing he could touch himself. He gasps when he feels something hovering above his cock, looking down to see Billy pressing his foot on his crotch. Thrusting his hips to slap against Stus face, he pushes down his foot. Stu squirms around a bit, loud moans trying to leave his mouth. His tongue moves around, not knowing where to rest, instead rubbing against the side of Billy’s cock.  Billy lets out a soft huff of air, grinding his foot against Stu.

“Good boy..” He practically coos at Stu, patronizing him. “Maybe if you’re good enough I’ll come in your mouth, yeah? Would ya’ like that, faggot?”

Stu shamefully nods, tongue finding the vein on Billy’s cock, feeling at it as he’d softly gag. Billy was loving how Stus' mouth felt. Wet and hot- convulsing with every thrust, tightening around Billy’s cock like a snug glove. He wanted Stu to start sucking on him. He softly rolls his hips into Stu’s mouth, softly massaging his shoulder, egging him on, wanting him to start sucking at his own hard cock. Stu gets the hint and tries to relax his throat, eyes closing as he begins to softly suck on Billy’s length, taking the opportunity to draw his head back enough so it didn’t feel like he was being choked, Billy didn’t like that. But he allowed it. He didn’t want Stu to pass out, after all.

Billy lets Stu suck on him for a while, softly moaning and rolling his hips, even encouraging him occasionally with a “good boy” or “stu, baby” in a soft, reassuring tone. It was unclear if he was making fun of Stu or just really trying to make him enjoy the experience more. Probably the ladder. Stomach churning, Billy huffs out, bucking his hips into Stu’s mouth. He releases into Stu’s mouth, watching as the lanky boy struggles to keep it down his throat. It, along with an ungodly am out of saliva, dribbles from the corner of his mouth, down his chin. Billy gives a final thrust into Stu’s throat, making Stu groan and gag, just to whimper as Billy pulls out of his mouth.

“Stupid fucking whore.” Billy spits out.