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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      My_Chemical_Romance
  Relationship:
      Frank_Iero/Frank_Iero, Ray_Toro/Frank_Iero, Frank_Iero/Ray_Toro
  Character:
      Frank_Iero
  Additional Tags:
      Rape, gay_hate
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-05-24 Chapters: 1/? Words: 702
****** Beat Me Till I'm Straight ******
by WayIeroFan
Summary
     Frank always gets beatings. His Dad is behind it. But his dad never
     meant to hurt his child...in such a cruel, twisted way...rape. Frank
     couldn't believe it either.
Notes
     Graphic Rape and Beatings.
  This work was inspired by
      I'll_Be_Your_Savior by Andromedas_Void
He thought the beatings would stop when he got a girlfriend. She was pretty and
young, just like his dad wanted. But they didn’t stop. Frank almost wish they
wouldn’t. It’d be easier that way.
“Basement, Frank,” His father hissed, smacking him. Frank woke up with a jolt,
and went with his father. He went before his father. It made him paranoid as
hell. His dad could shove him down the stairs. That’d warm them up.
There was a metal pole in the middle of the basement. Frank always thought it
was a stripper pole, but now knew it was a support for the main floor. He
always laughed at the sight, but now he knew how evil the pole was. He was
usually tied to that pole and hurt.
“Do you think you can bring that sin into my house?” Mr. Iero hissed. Frank
just raised his head in response. He knew not to talk. That was a sign of
weakness. Ignoring his father. That’s what he did.
His dad lead him to the corner of the room instead of the middle. Frank thank
god. His wrists wouldn't be sporting cuff marks and older boys wouldn’t make
bondage jokes...
The first blows came to his knees. His dad was kicking the back of them,
sending frank to the ground with bruises the size of softballs. Then came to
his ribs. It was a miracle his dad didn’t break them.
Frank rolled over without realizing it. Huge mistake. He was being stomped on.
On his stomach, on his chest, his groin, and his legs. Something snapped. Mr.
Iero hoped he got a gag into Frank’s mouth in time.
Frank hoped he didn't wake his mother. She had seen her husband do this once,
and was so scared she was frozen, watching the beating. Then she get a beating.
Not one of the same degree, but one that mentally handicapped her for a few
weeks. She still woke up with tear stains on her pillow.
“Little fag,” His father spit on his face. Frank felt it run over his eyes.
“You like that? Having old men spitting on you?”
Frank let out a muffled whimper. He felt his dad’s boot connect with the bottom
of his foot. Pain shot up to his knee, then his father stomped on it.
Frank’s knee went backwards. Mr. Iero just stood there for awhile as Frank
screamed in pain. There was no way he was getting away with this one...unless
they lied.
“I’m taking you to the hospital,” Mr. Iero hissed. “But you will say I found
you laying out front. Your boyfriend raped you and....”
Mr. Iero realized his son hadn't been raped. And they would check him...
He had to rape his son? He thought about it a bit and the idea
became...more...better. It got better. He imagined himself in that tight hole,
and could not resist himself as he yanked Frank’s pants down and slammed him
onto his stomach.
Frank couldn't believe it. His dad had never went this far. He couldn't. Why
would he rape him? Wasn’t this the sin he was trying to console?
“Daddy no,” Frank screamed through his gag. He was a virgin. What was his
father doing? He’s beaten him while Frank was in the nude, but has never pulled
his own cock out before. He was terrified.
Getting beaten? No problem. That heals. Getting raped? Getting the last speck
of innocence stolen from you for another man’s pleasure? That would never heal.
He’d never trust men again. Not his father, not his boyfriend, not his
teachers, no one.
Frank screamed into the makeshift gag as his father forced himself into him. In
and out...in and out. No preparation. No lube. Frank was being torn apart...He
was bleeding. His father was raping him...
He passed out on the concrete.
He woke up. Eventually. He knew he was on a shit ton of drugs by the way his
head was so foggy, and how the room spun. He also knew there were a lot of
people around him. There was a mask over his face. He got so tired. He couldn't
resist going to bed.
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