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Another after party and another moment where Thom regrets drinking so much.
His sight blurring and his breaths spasming as he drunkenly walks away from the others, stumbling forward and into the men’s restroom ahead. Ignoring the snickering from behind him, over yonder in the distance. Most likely coming from the mouths of his own treacherous bandmates and probably a few partygoers there too.
And how said bandmates sat and watch him embarrassedly walk to the loo all on his lonesome. None of them—not even Jonny—had the courtesy of helping him out. He would’ve let that get to him, how hurt he should be that his friends rather watch him make a fool of himself then assist him. But yet, the concerning build up of supposedly spew in his throat garnered more of his attention than his shitty friends at the moment.
A hard push at the door and heaving it open, Thom then suddenly trips his way in and falls over. The door hinges are loose so the door closes instantly and he hopes in the back of his mind that it closed fast enough to conceal his accidental fall. Hoping that no one from the band or anyone else from the party saw that.
He lands on the sticky yet cold tile floor and groans at the pain from landing face first onto the ground and from the growing nausea.
“You alright, mate?” A voice asks from above. Thom halfway turns his head and side glances at a figure. He is met with the sight of a man standing before him—Tall and mighty as the washrooms lights behind his head blear brightly, strikingly resembling a halo. The man extends his arm out, leaning down slightly and as Thom turns his head more around to get a better look of his savior, his vision is much too unsteady and fuzzy. Making him unable to properly see the man fully but only as an indescribable blurry tall figure. He rearranges himself quickly (even if that motion increased the pain in his head) and takes the man’s aiding hand.
“Ugh… Thank you. Shit—This fucking light is so bright.” Once Thom stands on two feet again and off the dirty floor he rubs the thenor of his palm over his eyes, whining at his growing headache and sensitive eyesight.
“Oh my god— Are you Thom Yorke?” The man expresses in shock at the reveal, there standing before him; Thom Yorke from Radiohead, at first he couldn’t recognize Thom due to him being splayed out on his stomach over the floor (and the man would have never expect to see Thom fucking Yorke fallen over a public bathroom floor as his first encounter) but as soon as the shorter man spoke he instantly recognized him. His Oxford accent and urethral soft voice was something that could never be forgotten.
“Yeah, I am. Err— You’re a fan…I’m guessing?” Thom replies unsurely. He squints his eyes tightly to shield his vision from the lights and rubs at his head roughly, the ongoing pain so bad it feels as if his head is pounding. He still couldn’t properly see the man standing by him and even more so now as his eye lids are tightly shut. Thom wanted to drink water, puke, sleep, and piss all at the same time. So the last thing he wanted to do right now is to entertain some fan in a public lavatory during an after party while he’s drunk out of his mind. Thom considers to either politely tell the fan to sod off or with brutal honesty, but the man speaks before him.
“Not looking too good there. Need a drink of water or?…” The man concerningly questions as he peers in closer, investigating Thom’s face that contorts into an uncomfortable expression while his white skin goes even paler. His cheeks are rosy and pink and sweat is dripping down from his forehead. The man could put the puzzle pieces together and see clearly that Thom is drunk. Very drunk in fact. From his flustered face, to his weaken physique, to the smell of alcohol roaming around him. Even from the sounds the intoxicated man makes are only but whiny, groaning, and occasional incoherent muttering.
Marking Thom as an overall pathetic mess.
Thom nods his head faintly, he rather help himself but he knew he wouldn’t last long on his own and the stranger’s kind gesture shouldn’t be taken for granted while his own mates didn’t want to get off their lazy bums to assist him. Thom after agreeing for help soon feels large hands placed on his back and shoulder, the sudden touch that came with no warning makes him flinch in surprise. He can hear chuckling from above and what he assumes is reassurance as the man leads him to the sinks. While being pushed towards them, the hand on Thom’s back ever so slowly begins to slide further down. Thom couldn’t process whats happening as he then in a flash bumps into the rim of the sink sharply.
The man spurts out an apology as Thom grinds his teeth and hisses at the jolt of pain emerging around his ribs. The man’s hand over Thom’s shoulder moves away and soon grips onto the handle of the sink, turning it to the side, allowing water to flow out of the faucet. Thom’s head whips up to the new noise of streaming. He groggily watches water appear from the sink and notices how unusually dry his mouth is, smacking and licking his dry lips subconsciously, incredibly dehydrated and in desperate need of a drink.
The man studies every little movement Thom does, how he licks his lips and how his eyes gape at the water. Strangely Thom resembles a kitten—a drunk kitten—but nonetheless a kitten. He’s much smaller compared to him and right now he’s hungrily staring and licking his pink pump lips at the water like it’s milk freshly poured into a bowl and set down before him. The man feels his own body heat up at the sight of Thom’s head leaning slightly down to the flowing water and opens his mouth wide, sticking his tongue out a bit, ready to quiche his thirst. The man’s hand that was paused and settled on a lower part of Thom’s back moves again but even more down until it finds itself on the other man’s clothed bottom and gives it a squeeze and long feel. His other free hand ventures off to Thom’s short spiky black hair, letting his hand rest on the top of his head and then pets it. Thom makes a confused hum at the man’s actions and even tries to raise his head back up but the man quickly reacts and pushes his head back down roughly. He forces Thom to stay by the stream of water, forcing him to drink more of it. He chugs away, great-full to finally drink something that’s not beer but it soon becomes too much.
Thom tires to move his head away from the water but the man forces him to stay in place.
He at that point starts to panic, he vaguely shakes his head side-to-side, trying to get the man to understand he’s had enough now. He lets out loud shuttering gasps and sputtering as water continues to flow inside his mouth. Thom didn’t have that much strength in him at the moment to properly fight back or move away and the position he finds himself in is hard to do so, also because this surprise attack of water boarding caught him off guard. He tries to yell at the man to stop but mistakenly, without realizing, trying to talk is a bad idea right now. As that in turn causes him to suddenly start to choke as too much water enters into his mouth and down his throat. Luckily for him the man finally removes him from the water, he somehow pulls at his short sweaty hair with a sharp tug and yields his entire head away from the sink. Thom continues to choke and cough violently so the man removes his hand from the top of Thom’s head and moves it to his back, patting against his upper back area hard with strikes, trying to help the choking man desperately but really all he is doing is furthering his assault by hitting Thom with hard whips with the palm of his hand.
Eventually sounds of sharp coughs and wet choking ease and form into wheezing. Thom breathes in and out, though his breathing patterns are very uneasy from the ongoing adrenaline coursing through him but other than that his heart which previously felt as if it was beating out through his chest calms down a bit, now that the water in his throat starts to clear.
The man turns off the sink with one hand which was previously fondling Thom’s ass while he still uses his other hand to continuously pat against Thom’s back. “Oh fuck- Sorry about that! Just wanted to get you some water, you okay now?” The man has the audacity to ask as if he wasn’t just trying to drown Thom.
Thom’s hacking and wheezing cleared and even if he just finished choking and is still heavily drunk that doesn’t mean he can’t be a sarcastic little shit, “Heh- Yeah, no. I’m fine. I am doing just swimmingly now. Thanks a lot.” He scoffs and rolls his eyes. Aside from the man’s switch up to helping him to attacking him, the whole situation seems laughable. But Thom’s brows then furrowed and his face shifts into a scowl, he then elbows at the man to stop uselessly patting against his back and stumbles forward a bit to put some space between him and this weirdo of a fan. Like what kind of fan tires to kill you by drowning you in sink water? And Thom certainly didn’t forget about the creepy caressing of his hair and groping of his butt. Anger starts to build within him and he opens his mouth to tell the man off but he is then hit by a whiplash of queasiness and immediately slaps both his hands over his mouth. Muffling the sounds of gagging and maybe soon his own bile ‘cause at any second it will soon spill all out of him.
“Holy crap! Uhh— Okay! Let’s get you in here!” The man shouts in surprise, reacting fast at Thom’s sudden retching and his sizeable hands are once again on Thom’s body but this time they are both gripping in a tight grasp onto his blue hoodie as he speedily pulls Thom into a stall. Thom rapidly shook his head ‘no’ but he gagged even more from doing that, he can feel it moving up inside his throat and his rosy cheeks turn a shade green. The man then forces Thom to kneel, the sudden drop to his knees hurts but Thom already finds himself leaning his head down to the toilet bowl. Fortunately for him it’s clean, no piss or shit in sight but soon it won’t stay clean for long.
Thom’s jaw drops low, trying to open his mouth as wide as he can. His convulsing is loud and very noticeable now as he no longer has his own hands muffling the sounds, instead his hands now grip onto outer edges of the toilet bowl. He feels the icky warmth inside of him, how it continues to move further up inside his throat until it finally exists out his mouth and into the bowl.
Food he ate before and the alcohol he drank earlier comes pouring out his mouth as a new mix of a now warm disgusting mess. The smell is awful, the stench of it whiffs into his nose. He retches harder and closes his eye lids shut as the sight of his puke makes him sicker. Weirdly the man didn’t leave the stall instead he stood close behind Thom, watching the drunk man convulse with interest. The shorter man busily vomiting tried hard to ignore the man’s useless soothing words but it was hard to when the only sounds Thom could hear was the man talking to him from behind and him puking into the bowl. There was nothing else for Thom to latch his attention onto.
Thom just couldn’t understand why the man still stands there over him, for there is no need for him to be here as he isn’t doing anything other then spout out empty sentences of assurances and watches Thom lean his head further down the bowl and tightly hug the toilet in a stressful grasp. Even if Thom is still emptying his sick bile out from himself, he feels undoubtedly self conscious about the man gazing down at him.
Thom’s mind wanders to reasons why the man feels the need to stand there and watch him vomit. Is he there to make sure if Thom needs assistance or is he there just for the fun of it. The man already proved Thom that he’s strange and a piece of shit from his assault earlier—So does this perverse man enjoy the display of watching others suffer and convulse? Whatever the reason is exactly it doesn’t matter as Thom is already beyond uncomfortable anyhow.
Minutes pass and the vomiting comes to an abrupt hold. The disturbing sounds of gagging stop and Thom sighs out loud in relief. His hand wanders off to the handle of the toilet and weakly turns the lever down to flush away his fresh gross mess. Thom shifts his head to the side so he doesn’t have to look at the sight of his vomit flushing away, the sound of the toilet is louder than usual. The noise blaring against his ears causes him to wince and he cringes at the taste of what’s left over in the inside of his mouth. He desperately wants to clean and rinse not only his mouth but his face entirely with water but the remainder of choking from it beforehand makes him consider otherwise. Thinking of his previous choking ordeal he then turns his eyes to look at the man still standing in the same place as always behind him and a little too close for Thom’s comfort. Puzzling at the thought if this man has ever heard of what personal space is, his vision soon improves a little—much better than before but still not that great.
Yet his eyes are immediately blown wide open at the revelation of the sight of what he guesses is a boner poking through the man’s jeans.
“What the fuck is that? Do you really have a hard-on right now?” Thom expresses breathlessly in disbelief. His eyes are fully trained onto the sight of a bump growing at the area of the man’s clothed crotch, completely baffled at what he has the misfortune of seeing and being concerningly much too close to. If he didn’t just finish gagging a great amount mere seconds before he would have started to gag again.
“Why? Like what you see?” The man snorts at his own dumb quip. He then lets out a deep and long groan as his hand palms and fondles with his clothed erratic cock.
Thom lets out a sharp sudden gasp at the man’s actions and he swiftly whips his head to the side so he can stop looking at that monstrosity poking through the pants. He needed water again, fresh air, Advil, a nap, and above all else he needed this asshole to get the fuck away from him. “Enough is enough. Go and deal with that far away from me. Move out of the way and sod off.” Thom hisses in frustration, demanding that this freaky stranger leave him alone in complete desperation. Thom then tries to lift himself up from kneeling on the floor but the man instantaneously grabs ahold of Thom’s head and forces him to turn and face his crotch. There’s a strain at Thom’s neck as the position he finds himself in is unbearable and awkward. He has no choice but comply and he shifts his entire body to face the man and away from the toilet. The man then rubs his jeans roughly in slow paced motions against Thom’s face and moans as the movement sends waves of pleasure to his already sensitive dick. “What the fuc— Mmmm?! ” His hollering cry cuts off as the man forces himself to Thom’s open mouth and the bump of his crotch now halfway in Thom’s mouth. Without intention his tongue laps onto it and his pleas create vibrations that only furthers the man’s cock to harden and inevitably create pre-come.
Thom in response aimlessly soars his clenched fists at the man and cries out muffled curses and screams. Yet the man only giggles— a grown man giggling over assaulting another man, such a wonder for the beholder. Thom’s mind is booming with fear and from his ever present headache that had yet to disperse. He feels hot, fresh tears smearing down his cheeks and he huffs out in irritation throughout his nostrils. It soon becomes all too much for him and soon the little energy in him burns out. His fighting and resisting eventually stops and he lets more tears flow out from eyes, given up on concealing his pathetic form for the man to see as his body wearies.
Thom continues to cry out in despair and the man only coos at him in return, yet again petting the top of Thom’s sweaty head. “It’s okay. I’ll make this feel good for you.” He purrs lowly and then leans down to grab ahold of Thom’s waist to manhandle him into a new position. Picking the smaller man up—which is proven to be an easy task, as he didn’t weigh much and neither did he try to fight back anymore. Thom meanwhile continues to cry and plead as loud as he can; “S-stop! Let me go! Please!”
The man shushes Thom and turns to sit on the seat of the toilet that Thom not to long ago vomited into. He made Thom sit on his lap, his ass had no choice but graze at the man’s peaking erection and his head is now facing towards the stall door which he just now realize is closed and locked. In fact, Thom didn’t think much until now about how strangely empty the restroom is. Usually there was always a man already in here shitting and/or someone pissing at the urinals and even sometimes two people snogging in a stall. But by the looks of it, looks like Thom is about to find himself in that last position.
The man soundlessly lifts Thom up slightly, he uses his whole arm to keep him in place while his other hand to take off his own belt and struggles a bit to pull down his pants. He tugs at his briefs and soon his aching cock is finally let free, it stands up long with pre come forming at the top of the mushroom-like tip. He grunts in discomfort as he still is painfully hard and unbelievably in great desperate need for pleasure and release. So he makes quick with taking off Thom’s pants—who is busy calling out for help pathetically—with removing the belt first, throwing it away somewhere on the floor along side his own and next he grips at both of Thom’s loose camouflage-pattern jeans and black tight boxers down with with one strong pull. Thom shudders at a new wave of coldness hitting his bare ass cheeks and thighs. His sniffling continues on as the reality of what’s about to happen weighs in as his assailant lowers him ever so slowly down onto his towering erection.
When his cock barely grazes the skin of Thom’s ass he yelps out, “Wait! Wait please!” The man grunts in frustration but actually compiles and he holds himself back from stabbing his cock deep into Thom’s clinched hole. The man waits for Thom to speak, and quickly he stutters out a mess of words; “H-hold on… You can’t j-just shove t-that in me. I’ll tear. D-do you have a condom and lub—“
The man interrupts Thom’s pleads and bursts out into booming cruel laughter, “- Ha Ha Ha! Christ, you are really demanding. But fine, I’ll prepare you. But you better be thankful.” Thom whimpers at the man’s words. The drunk man soon didn’t have to wait long for what the man will do next as he then feels wet forceful probing at his tight hole, the man tries to jab one half lubed up finger into Thom’s asshole. Using his own spit as a dumb-sorry excuse for lube, Thom feels himself tightening further. The panic is still present, completely stressed out about this whole affair. The pain stings and is unbearable.
“ Fucking relax. You’re only making this harder for yourself.” The man hisses out in annoyance and Thom in turn does try his hardest to relax even though he’s in the process of being raped. He gulps out loud and imagines that he is anywhere but here.
Pretending that he’s once again on stage preforming to a crowd with his bandmates behind him, so immersed in the song and letting the music be the only thing he hears. Today’s show went incredibly well and Thom for once in a long while was actually proud of himself. The party after the show didn’t go to bad either—Well that’s until he got too wasted and left the others to go to the loo and now he’s here after everything that’s happened and unfolded so far. Here he is, being raped by a man he doesn’t even know the name of. He wonders if the others notice how long he’s been missing or maybe they all probably couldn’t care less where Thom is.
“Aww! Look at you. Taking this so well now and you’re almost ready. Ahh, shit. So fucking excited for you to be jumping on my cock.”
And once again Thom cries out, the reality of it all comes back. His heart booms out his chest and he winces in pain as he feels the man’s fingers scissor his tight entrance open. He tries to hold in the strained whines and moans escaping from his mouth, biting hard on his lips till they soon start to bleed. Suddenly the man with zero warning jabs his fingers upward and stunningly hits right at the penetrated man’s prostrate. Thom immediately moans out in a wet high pitched roaring tone. Which people definitely heard him do and if they haven’t heard him before from outside the restroom they surely have now. Yet, what difference does it make? Most people will likely be keeping their distance away from the men’s restroom, because who in their right mind would want to walk in here with the assumption that two people are fucking?
Unless there are other freaks at this party aside from the man currently fingering Thom.
“Wow. You are a loud one— Hmm, looks like you’re ready.” The man states offhandedly to himself not caring for a proper response from Thom, he sounds satisfied at his half ass job to prep Thom and the state he’s left the drunk man in is truly a blissful sight to take in. As Thom is still trying to reel himself back together from the sudden shock of a lightning rod of simulation coursing through his body. The man licks his lips hungrily, watching himself remove his fingers out from Thom’s hole. He then spreads Thom’s cheeks apart while he lowers the shorter man down onto his leaking cock, anticipating for this exact moment when he first saw the smaller man face planted on the floor earlier.
What Thom never thought would happen is actually happening as the man’s cock enters into his halfway unprep hole at an annoyingly slow rate. Thom bites his tongue to refrain from letting any more noise out, his hands fly over to his mouth to mute his pained groans and uncontrolled moaning that slips out of him. It all seemed pointless though. No one has came for his rescue when he was yelling for help and just being very loud in general before reaching this low point. And so shocking himself he starts to pray (But to who? Well, anyone who’ll hear him) that no one will walk into the restroom and find out it’s Thom Yorke moaning and crying while getting his ass rammed in like a rentboy.
“Ow-fuck! Ha, damn. You’re still tight but holy fucking hell you feel so good.” The man grunts longingly at the painful pleasure against his thick member. Thom bites his tongue even harder, he wants to so badly to shout and scream as loud as he can but then maybe people will actually run in here, expecting to see a bloody murder scene but only to see him with a cock halfway up his ass. That will ruin him. Everyone will talk about how Thom Yorke from Radiohead got fucked in a public restroom stall. Even if this is rape he knows that there are people out there who won’t sympathize for him, maybe they’ll say; ‘why didn’t he fight back?’ and ‘maybe he wanted it, maybe he loves taking dick up his ass.’ and even ‘he probably sucks off the other members before shows, that poof can’t control himself in public so how can he control himself around his own bandmates?’
Thom knows he’s overthinking things but he rather put his attention on the horrible what if people find out then actually stay conscious and aware of the man shoving his dick forcibly in him.
“Fffffuck— You know what? Before I forget to mention this… Ughh… That show today was absolutely incredible.” The man struggles to say between low whines and rough moans. His cock finally enters all the way inside Thom, his pubes grazing against pale cheeks and is able to once again find Thom’s prostate, causing him to jolt upwards at the surprising wave of strange pleasure. The man’s schlong pulses in Thom, his shaft smothered by the inner warmth of the smaller man and postulating within yet the man stays still not yet pounding into Thom crazily like the vocalist expected. He instead takes in the feeling of the rim of Thom’s entrance clenching against him and how the maul of something so tight paring well with the heating warmth—as if his dick was getting a hug.
Thom doesn’t say anything, his hands still placed against his mouth and completely unresponsive. Repressing and trying hard to mute the sounds that he can’t help but make.
The man notices his comment got no reply of any kind and he sighs deeply in dissatisfaction, “You must already know this. But you have such a beautiful voice. Especially when you sing. So I will love to hear you ‘sing’ for me right now.”
Thom just then remembers that the man is a fan of Radiohead or more so, a fan of him. Hard for Thom to believe how this is the same man who yelped out his name in surprise after helping him off the floor not too long ago. Thom thought that this man was only but another fan. Supposedly only a fan that was apart of the crowd that calls and shouts in cheer from the ground as they perform on stage.
But, Thom thought wrong.
The man suddenly growls out loudly against Thom’s ear, losing patience and growing mad at the silence, “God damn it. I said let me hear you fucking sing.” The man then quickly grabs at Thom’s hands and pulls them away from covering his mouth and then with no hesitation jerkerd his hip with an intense upward motion that made Thom scream out at the horrid pain as his dick went unbelievably deeper.
”Ah—F-fuck!” The pain is absolutely horrific, stinging buzz in his anus and even head. The situation all to much and the sudden jolt is in contrast to pleasure of any kind as it held more similarity to being stabbed with a knife up his bum. The man continues the pounding, continuing the up and down motions of his hip, making his dick move harshly within Thom. “There you go. Sounding amazing as always, love.” The man purrs tenderly into his ear. Thom continues to cry aloud while he struggles to purse his lips shut, a sad attempt to do so as the stress of it all in turn makes him bite so hard onto his bottom lip it begins to bleed. The fresh blood forming on his lip compares with the blood dripping down his thighs. Thom had no choice but to acknowledge that feeling of wetness dripping out from his aching hole, how his insides burn with raging pain. Knowing now that something definitely tore within.
It all becomes too much. He couldn’t care less about how other people could now for sure be hearing him scream in agony anymore (even with that paranoid possibility that people will run in to see the sight of him with a monster cock so far up him, everyone will talk but at least the assault will be over) The fear of being found and the aftermath of it is added on to the pile of panic swarming in his skull. Fans, Tabloids, talk show hosts, and his own mates will never look at Thom the same. And yet, there is nothing that the frontman could do but take the rough fucking and pray to whoever will hear him that no one will see Thom in this state.
The pain eventually goes numb and even the motions of the man’s fucking settle soon after the draining minutes of who knows how long went by. Thom would have actually let out a breath of relief at that moment for a second but then he felt a new feeling form in him.
One that he knows all too well, ever since he was young lad who had ‘accidents’ on his bed sheets. That familiar sensation builds in his bladder and his head blares at him about it—like an emergency alarm is setting off, warning Thom for what’s ahead. “Shit—Ugh…” All he can do is groan and squirm in discomfort, still being slowly fucked and his hands held in a tight grip of the other man’s stronger hands. There is nothing that Thom could do but try his hardest to hold off for what’s about to come.
”You going to cum?” The man chuckles darkly, noticing how the smaller man on his lap starts to whine and how his cheeks go pinker. Thom would have rolled his eyes at the man’s assumption, though that guess wasn’t too far off as something is definitely going to come.
“C-christ…Oi, mate.. You got to let me off- I need to—“ Thom tries but struggles to reason with the man but he is expectedly met with refusal. The man faintly scoffs, “Oh, please. Finish halfway? Stop this meanwhile neither one of us cummed yet? How about I help you out.” His tone is oddly light and calm as if he was talking to his significant partner instead of Thom right now. Soon one the man’s hands gripped on holding both of Thom’s hands, holding the both of them together by their wrists in straining tight clutch as his other hand went for Thom’s flaccid dick.
”N-no! Stop!” Thom whimpers loudly in a pathetic worn out voice. As the man starts to pump Thom’s cock to life, it quickly becomes erect by the man’s expertise of giving handjobs and the pounding that is still ongoing, hitting Thom’s prostate every now and then. Overwhelmed with the pleasure and that presence which is ever present Thom starts to cry out. “Please, Stop! I don’t want to-“ The man pumps his dick even faster at his cries of plea. Thom gasps sharply as he couldn’t stop for what forcibly came out his slit.
Piss flew out high for a quick second but soon settled down at an easier pace of stream. Thom grew quickly more embarrassed than he already was and whined at the sight and smell of his own urine. The man only stopped pumping Thom’s dick with a small pause, seeing not spunk which is what he expected but instead piss flow out of the penetrated man’s cock. He then grinned wildly and coo’d at Thom, bringing his head down to nuzzle his face on the top of Thom’s head, with lust his words drawn out but muffled, “God, you are just so cute.” He then continued pumping his hand up and down Thom’s erect cock with fast uncontrolled movement, soon lathering his own hand with the smaller man’s piss. Thom gagged at the man still holding on to his cock and how unbothered he is by getting his hand wet like that.
His head hurt incredibly bad as much as his body did and now even his voice was too tired out. So Thom didn’t have any strength in him to cry or muster any fight or struggle. All he could is wait for this to be over.
Fresh pee fell onto the floor, a yellow puddle forming near Thom’s and the man’s shoes. The noise of streaming piss, grunting, and mewling were the only things to be heard in the restroom. Adding on to how disastrously strong the smell of sex is with how notably profound it is, the ordor mixing badly with the smell of emiction and sweat. The whole room’s atmosphere smelt as retched as a pigsty and nosies of huffing and puffing refuse to cease, with that and all the other similar sounds you would hear in a whorehouse.
Thom felt his vision going blurry again, the fucking hasn’t stop and neither the rough jacking his cock is still experiencing. But instead he stopped pissing, his bladder now empty. The man didn’t stop though, his stamina questionably high, he still kept going with multitasking pounding his dick up and down Thom’s ass and giving a handjob all simultaneously with no signs of trouble. Thom isn’t to sure if the man was talking to him or not, probably spouting out meaningless lustrous word but Thom couldn’t bring himself to actually comprehend anything he’s saying. His consciousness is slipping away, the stress and how sore his body is far beyond an overwhelming feeling. This is something he’s never felt before but he also never been raped before so there’s a first time for everything apparently.
“Oh. I’m about to- Ah- I’m gonna cum-“ The man’s breaths are fast paced and uncontrollable, he then starts to fasten his motions of hand and hip at the same time. Grunting like an animal in rut, the man is so close to nearing an organism and so is Thom. Squinting at the painful thrust that suddenly quicken, his head felt as if it is spinning but he couldn’t shake off the pleasure he had no choice but to take. Unwillingly moaning at how his prostate is hit now and then and how he felt an organism coming along. Then finally it came.
The man with his dick still buried deeply inside Thom shot out his cum into the singer with a gruff and straining sigh of relief. Thom too reached his final point and came at the same time as the man did. The white sticky goo flew up and fell onto the floor and some hitting the door but the rest ran down the man’s hand who still had a tight grip over Thom’s member. Thom felt tears run down his cheeks again, as the sensation is too much for him but the wave of realization that the assault has finally come to end washed over him. The man ceased the pounding as he slumped a bit, relaxing his tense body, he then started to regain energy over his worn out body. He let go of the grip he had over Thom’s dick and wrists, using his own hands to lift the smaller man off himself.
”Wow, that’s a beautiful sight.” The man jeers brightly, seeing some of his cum leak out the vocalist aching hole, running down his pale thighs. Thom flinched from being manhandled again but didn’t let a noise of confusion nor protest as he still is recovering from a rough fucking and abrupt cumming. The stall had little space for much movement but the man succeeded with changing positions, having Thom now sit on the seat of the toilet and him standing in front. Watching his step, the man made sure not to step in the puddle of piss. He then leaned down to grab ahold of his belt and pulled up both his boxers and pants soundlessly. Thom sat idly still, his eye lids shut and his breathing slow. The man took a long look at the state he left Thom once he clothed his lower half, he grins darkly and looks at his messy hand. Stained with urine and jizz of the man he just ruthlessly fucked he felt the little mercy left in him telling him to use his clean hand instead.
And so watching his steps, he leaned in closer to Thom. Using his clean hand to pet the hair of the other man like he were a dog and then pull on it, forcing Thom’s head to go up and look up at the man instead of down at his shoes.
”Had fun? I know I did. Anyways, I’m going to head out now but before I go…” He then went in closer and suddenly smashed his mouth against Thom’s, forcing and ramming his tongue inside the tired man’s mouth and easily taking control of the kiss. He moaned dramatically and huffed expressively out from his nostrils and Thom took the violent messy kiss with ease even if he didn’t want to.
As soon as it started it ended, the man pulled himself back and with one last demeaning caressing over Thom’s short spiky hair, he then watched his step one last time and turned around and unlocked the stall door. Taking one look back, he sighed sadly, “I wish I brought my camera with me.”
Existing the stuffy gross stall and leaving Thom behind, he headed right for the sinks and washed his hands. Once clean, he sprayed his face and hair with splashes of water, turned the facet off, checked himself in the mirror, and left the washroom without saying anything more.
Thom couldn’t even process what just happened or celebrate that he’s finally gone. He just sat there in place, completely unmoved. He even felt like vomiting again.
Jonny grew worried. More worried than ever as Thom still hasn’t returned. He wanted to follow after Thom as he left to go to the loo but the rest convinced him otherwise, saying his bad attitude shouldn’t be awarded with any of their help. Then 5 minutes passed and he stood up from his seat but his brother pulled him back down, reasoning that Thom is a ‘big boy’ who can handle himself. 10-15 minutes passed, Jonny asked aloud if he should go and check if Thom is still in the washroom or left but never came back to the table. Yet, his mates told him Thom should be fine and he should stop stressing over Thom and for once should be enjoying himself without the frontman’s overbearing presence.
Jonny felt bad on Thom’s behalf with how the rest of the members talked lowly of him but then again Thom has truly been an ‘overbearing presence’ all evening. As soon as he drank his second full glass of beer the singer began to be too much to handle already. Tossing himself at whoever was closest to him or trying to start a fight with over partygoers—It took both Ed and Phil to pull him back to their table and force him to sit still for once. Thom went from annoyingly tipsy to loudmouth drunk after his fifth drink as he insulted each of his own mates without any care in the world. Jonny concealed his hurt from showing at Thom’s jabs, knowing that he didn’t mean but it did have to come from somewhere didn’t it? Phil finally cut off Thom’s drinking spree and all he did after that was groan and complain about it. The others either glared at him or tried to ignore him, still left offended from his jeering comments and a bit ashamed from his early embarrassing display.
Thom then without much explanation got up and mumbled how he felt sick. Standing up from the chair, he walked away from the table with a few near falls and several missteps. The other members and even Jonny couldn’t help but chuckle at Thom drunkenly walking over to the men’s restroom. He did really want to go help him out once he believed he saw Thom trip and fall his way into the restroom but the others convinced him not too.
It’s been probably been 20 minutes or so now and Thom still hasn’t come back. Jonny wondered if he really was still at the loo or left without telling. This party was suppose to be a relaxation of the sorts and also a celebration with how well the performance went earlier but all Jonny could do is worry senselessly.
Jonny came to an assumption that Thom must’ve left, noting on how the men’s restroom had a ‘do not enter’ sign placed by the door.
”People are saying there are two men snogging in there. Some dude opened the door and he said without even going in, how strongly bad the smell is in there and how he can hear two guys fucking like animals.” Ed stated aloud to the table as he came back with a fresh cold glass of water. Once he sat, he noticed the confused glances of his mates. He didn’t know how to elaborate any further so he just shrugged his shoulders and took a long sip of water, ignoring their gazes. So now letting that random info dump wither away, the bandmates fell into conversation again about the next coming shows and future rehearsals. Jonny supposed that Thom must’ve left and wasn’t here ant the party anymore accounting on the fact that the restroom is ‘occupied’. But then again, he is very drunk. So Jonny anxiously thought about how Thom is suppose to make it back to his flat all on his own.
Before he can announce his concern to the rest, he then suddenly picked up on a horrid scent. Cringing immediately he and the others as well shift their heads side to side erratically, trying to find the source of the smell. “Thom!” Colin shouted in shock at the sight of an absolutely exhausted Thom stumbling over to them. His eyes are red, like he was just bawling not too long and he had a noticiable limp with each step he took. Once he reached the table, he sat on the free chair (that he was previously sitting on beforehand) and slumped down with a pain groan. He wordlessly went for Ed’s glass of water as soon as he saw it and gulped away at it. Ed didn’t even protest at Thom for taking his glass and drinking it all like that, far too busy gawking on how tousled he looks.
“You alright mate? What happened to your wrists?” Phil concernily asked, seeing Thom’s wrists have noticeably red marks on them peaking from the sleeves of Thom’s blue hoodie. Thom only shrugs sluggishly, Jonny’s eyes studied Thom’s body, seeing how tense he is suddenly from Phil’s questioning alone. Jonny even noticed that people stood far from their table and how a few whisper among each other. Definitely because of how smelly Thom is and Jonny didn’t care much about what they were saying as he is still beyond bewildered to what happened to him exactly. (but an awful idea about could’ve happened is already sparking in head)
Thom whiffs strongly of a passing stench of beer combining horribly with sweat, vomit, and even pee. Jonny wasn’t even sure if the odor he is smelling is correct or not- but, he even thinks he can smell some jizz whiffing off from Thom.
“J-Jonny? Can you help me home?” Thom asked hesitantly with a quiver in his voice, though he is clear enough for the others to properly hear but caught them all off by surprise as he finally spoke up after being scarily silent for too long. The others kept quiet but Jonny nodded his head in agreement without any waste of hesitation, “Yes! Uh- I mean..Okay, let’s go.” Clearing his voice awkwardly, he stood up from his seat, Colin shuffled his chair out of Jonny’s way and glanced at his brother with a worried expression. Jonny shared a similar one back as he headed for Thom and helped him up. The others watched as Jonny helped Thom and as they leave they all stay in complete silence.
People moved out their way and held their whispers of gossips as Thom staggers through them with Jonny close by, the guitarist made sure to glare at the ones who looked at Thom with judgement in their eyes.
Once outside the building, Jonny dragged Thom to the bus stop near by. He then worked up the courage to ask Thom what happened but the shorter man said nothing at all or react to the question in the slightest.
Jonny can guess what happened and he knows other people can too and even his mates can guess what exactly happened to Thom when you connect two and two together. Jonny connected the dots, with the commotion in men’s restroom-to-how messed up Thom is, Jonny can now firmly assume what happened to him. Yet, he shoves that mental image aside and puts getting Thom home as his first priority.
He feels twinge of guilt in his heart knowing if he went to go help Thom earlier none of this would have happened.