This is a non-consensual gay erotic story, all characters are 18 or over.
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Chase had never thought breaking into his own house would be so stupidly difficult— but apparently, ingesting copious amounts of stollen alcohol beforehand really didn't make things very easy.
He had only just managed to crack open the side window and slide his torso through, before something large and unyielding suddenly grasped the collar of his shirt and yanked him through the windowsill.
He fell hard to the ground, hitting his chin on the corner of something sharp as he tried to roll away from what had grabbed him, only for a strong hand to wind into his hair and drag him back, pain instantly shooting through his scalp.
"Ow, ow, f-fuck! Please!"
He slurred, his panicked words somehow blending with the drunken haze he was trapped in, making the world around him spin on its axis, leaving him dizzy and nauseous.
"I hope for your sake that you aren't fucking drunk right now, boy."
Chase's eyes widened, his heart hammering wildly in his chest as he recognised the deep voice booming above him, the rough squeeze of the cruel hand still twisted in his hair.
Everything hurt, but in that moment, every inch of him went numb.
Hudson.
"What did I tell you, huh? I told you not to try that shit while you're under my fucking roof, remember?"
Chase flinched at the tone in his voice, the bitter and unfamiliar coldness that underlined every word.
He had never seen Hudson this angry before, no matter how hard he had tried in the past to get on his nerves. The man was like a brick wall. Impenetrable.
"I didn't do it under your roof."
Chase muttered, only to cry out when Hudson tightened his grip in his hair.
"Don't get smart with me, boy. I'm not in the mood."
He finally, mercifully let Chase go, letting him drop to the floor in a heap, with Chase clutching at his burning scalp as he glared up at Hudso.
"What's the big deal? I'm 18, it's basically legal to drink in most places now and—"
"Does it look like I give a shit about any of that? I told you the rules and you broke them. Big time."
Chase flinched at the look in Hudson's eyes, only to finally rein himself in when he realised what he was doing. He wouldn't let Hudson treat him this way. The bastard had no right.
"So, what are you going to do? Huh? Just kick me out then. I'm an adult now, I don't need to listen to you, I don't need to stay in this shithole anymore and you don't get to—"
Pain shot through Chase's cheek— the sudden and unexpected impact of Hudson's hand across his face, snapping his head to the side, left him gasping. He pressed a shakey hand to his stinging cheek, the shock of it all leaving him wide-eyed and shivering. No one had ever slapped him before.
Hudson watched him from above, a strange shadow passing over his face before he finally leaned down, capturing Chase by the back of his neck when he went to move away from him. He was close to his ear, his hot breath ghosting over his flesh.
"I promised your mother that I would take care of you after she was gone, and that's what I've done. I've put up with your shit these past few years, I've kept you housed, kept you fed, made sure you turned into a halfway decent human being— all for her. I'm done now."
There was an eerie pause before he spoke again, and when he did, all the blood drained from Chase's face.
"You're right. You're an adult now, so I'm going to treat you like one."
He lunged for him then, and Chase choked on a sudden panicked scream that Hudson quickly muffled behind his large hand, silencing Chase's terror and cutting off his air.
