The Beast and the Harlot ch. 1

"You're such a fucking pig!" Brian yelled as he slapped his boyfriend hard across the face. Tears began to well in Zacky's eyes as he felt the pain in his cheek where Brian's hand just collided with it. "Oh, you're gonna cry? The little baby's gonna cry?" Brian said before slapping Zacky again on his other cheek. "Look at yourself, Zacky!" Brian yelled, lifting up Zacky's too-tight Misfits shirt and poked at his stomach. "Do you like being such a fatass? Do you think I like being seen with you? You're a fucking whale! I'm embarrassed to be seen with you!" Zacky looked down at his stomach, tears streaming down his face now. He belly wasn't exactly flat; but he wouldn't consider himself a whale. Though, if Brian said it, it must be true...

"I-I'm sorry, Brian." Zacky said quietly. "I'll try to do better, I promise." Brian threw the plate Zacky was just eating off of towards the sink, shattering it.

"You fucking better! Pretty soon you won't be able to fit through the fucking doorway! No one loves a whale, Zack." Zacky just nodded and wiped away his tears. "Go get rid of it." Brian said eerily quietly. Zacky looked at him through blurred vision.

"Brian, no! Please don't make me do that again!" Zacky pleaded. Brian raised his hand to slap him again, and Zacky winced preparing for it, but Brian kept his hand in the air.

"Go. Now." He said through gritted teeth. Zacky let out a whimper and went to the bathroom. He crouched down on his knees and looked up at Brian desperately. Brian raised an eyebrow at him and Zacky turned to face the toilet bowl. He choked as he shoved his index finger down his throat. He gagged a few times before his breakfast came back up his throat and into the bowl. Brian smiled evilly.

"Good boy. Now go get your fat ass ready for school." He said harshly, shoving his backpack in his direction. He caught it and stood up slowly on his shaky legs.

"Aren't you going to go?" Zacky asked as he followed Brian back into the kitchen.

"No. I'm skipping today. Already called in sick. But you're going." Zacky didn't complain. A whole day at school without Brian there to torment him sounded pretty good. He slumped up the stairs and changed his clothes and tried to get the scent of vomit out of his breath. He got back down the stairs to find Brian on the couch watching some UFC fight on TV.

"Will you at least drive me to school?" Zacky asked. Brian didn't even look up from the television screen.

"No, you can walk. You need the exercise anyway."

"There's no way I can make it in time!" Brian turned up the volume to tune Zacky out.

"Better hurry," was all he said. Zacky sighed and moved slowly out the door. He didn't bother trying to hurry to make it in time; he already knew he was gonna be late.

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"Mr. Baker, nice of you to join us." The physics teacher said loudly when Zacky finally slumped into 2nd period. "Care to tell us why you're so late?"

"My boyfriend's an asshole." Zacky huffed grumpily, setting his stuff down on his desk. The teacher sighed and pulled out a slip of paper and began writing on it. When she was done she held it out to him. He rolled his eyes and went to take the detention slip from her. She went back to teaching and Zacky buried his head in his arms and tried to tune everything out. He was doing a pretty good job until someone tapped on his shoulder.

"Zacky, are you okay?" Matt whispered, looking concerned. Zacky raised his head to look at him.

"I'm fine." He snapped. "Why?" Matt shrugged.

"I dunno you just seem out of it today. Was it something Brian did?"

"Mr. Sanders, is there something you would like to share with the class?" The teacher asked loudly. Matt shifted in his seat uncomfortably.

"Uh...no ma'am." He said quietly.

"Well then you can join Mr. Baker in detention after school." Matt sighed and nodded. He turned back to Zacky for his answer but he was back to hiding in his arms.

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The day dragged on and eventually the bell rang for lunch. Matt looked for Zacky in the line but couldn't find him. He carried his lunch tray back to his usual table and found Zacky there, his head buried in his arms again.

"Zacky?" Matt said quietly. Zacky didn't move. "Zacky!" He said louder, hitting him on the arm softly. Zacky groaned and lifted his head up. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing!" He snapped. "Why do you assume something's wrong?"

"Why aren't you eating anything?" Matt asked, ignoring Zacky's question.

"I'm not hungry." He just shrugged. Matt wasn't buying it.

"Zack. You're always hungry." Zacky wrinkled his eyebrows and shot him a glance.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked loudly. Matt raised both of his hands in defense.

"Nothing, nothing. It's just that I've never seen you eat anything at all during lunch."

"Whatever, asshole. I'll see you in detention." He got up and walked away, leaving Matt stunned and wondering what the fuck just happened.

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Matt was already sitting at a desk when Zacky walked into the detention room. Zacky desperately wanted to choose the seat all the way across the room but then Matt would know for sure something was up, so he sat down in the seat next to him. He pulled out a scrap sheet of paper and began doodling, avoiding all eye contact with Matt. Zacky's stomach growled loudly and he wrapped his arms around it to try to silence the noises. He looked over at Matt to see is he heard anything. He was looking back at him with an eyebrow raised. Zacky blushed.

"Still not hungry?" Matt whispered sarcastically, so the detention monitor couldn't hear him. Zacky just shrugged.

"Not really." That was a lie. Since Brian made him throw up his breakfast and he skipped lunch, he was absolutely starving. Matt shook his head.

"What's going on, Zack?" Zacky bit his lip. He debated on whether or not to tell Matt about what's going on with Brian. Surely he's noticed Zacky's been losing weight at a scary pace, though his stomach wasn't exactly flat. Brian had been criticizing him and refusing to let him eat hardly anything for the 2 months they've been together and he's lost about 25 pounds already. He eventually decided against saying anything, knowing that Brian would really let him have it if he found out.

"I wish I could tell you, Matt, I really do."

"Why can't you? C'mon Zacky tell me. Maybe I can help." Matt pleaded.

"No you can't." Zacky quickly grabbed his stuff from off his desk and hurried out of the room. He heard the detention monitor call after him but he kept going. He didn't stop until he was out of the school and walking home. He walked at a slow pace. He knew that Brian was going to be pissed he was home so late because of his detention and he'd rather deal with that later rather than sooner.

When he eventually walked into Brian's house, he was immediately welcomed with the smell of newly-delivered pizza. He walked into the kitchen to find Brian sitting at the table, already eating.

"Where were you, Zack?" Brian asked quietly. Zacky gulped.

"What you mean?"

"Don't play dumb, Zacky!" Brian yelled, standing up from his seat at the table.
"Tell me where you were!"

"I, uh...I just had detention!" Zacky said defensively. He ducked and covered his head to protect himself from the pieces of glass from the plate Brian had just thrown at him that collided with the wall behind him.

"Liar!" Zacky waited a few seconds just in case Brian was going to take another shot at him. When he was sure he wasn't, he slowly stood up. "You were with him weren't you?" Zacky looked at him, dumbfounded.

"Who?"

"I told you not to play dumb, faggot!" Brian yelled again, walking over to Zacky and slapping him across the face. "Were you with Matt?"

"What? No! You're crazy!" Another slap to the face.

"Don't lie to me!" Zacky's hand went to his sore cheek and he winced as he touched it.

"I mean, he was in detention with me but I wasn't with him." Brian glared at him for a few moments, making sure he wasn't lying.

"Go upstairs." He said finally. "I'll be with you in a few minutes."

"Can't I have some pizza first?" Zacky asked quietly, though he thought he knew the answer already.

"No, you can't. You've already got enough of a gut." He said, poking Zacky's stomach. He sighed and slowly headed up the stairs to his and Brian's bedroom.

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Zacky's phone rang while he was waiting for Brian up in his room. He glanced down at the caller I.D. and saw Matt's name light up. He debated on whether or not he should pick it up, then decided against it seeing as Brian could be up at any moment. He sometimes wondered why he was even with Brian. He was abusive and made Zacky feel like shit. He hardly let him eat anything and when he did he made him throw it back up. Brian kept telling him that if he didn't love Zacky, no one would. Zacky knew he was probably right. Though he was abusive, Brian was the only person Zacky's ever been with that hasn't cheated on him. And for that, he was grateful. Sure, Brian made him feel worthless, but maybe that's what he was.

His muscles relaxed when the phone stopped ringing but they tensed up again wen e heard footsteps coming up the stairs and toward the bedroom.
Brian slowly opened the door and flashed an evil grin when he saw Zacky sitting on the bed. He slowly walked towards him.

"Get on your knees." He said coldly. Zacky wrinkled his eyebrows at first in confusion but his eyes got wide when Brian started to unzip his pants.

"No, Brian please don't make me do that!" He cried desperately. "I'll do anything but that! Please!"

"I said get on your fucking knees!" He yelled slapping Zacky's cheek. His eyes rimmed with tears and he whimpered as he did what he was told. Brian pulled down his pants to his ankles followed by his boxers, revealing his already-hard member.

"Brian, please!" Zacky pleaded again, earning him a hard blow to the stomach.

"Did I ask you to speak, faggot?" Zacky shook his head slowly and Brian smiled, bringing his hips towards Zacky. Zacky closed his eyes and wrapped his lips around Brian's erection. He heard soft groans become louder as he sucked harder. Brian moaned Zacky's name and Zacky felt tears stream down his face. He gagged as Brian thrusted deeper into his mouth.

"Oh, Zacky…Oh fuck..." Just then, the bedroom door swung open. Brian stopped and the thrusting halted. Zacky slowly opened one eye to find Matt standing in the doorway, mouth dropped open and eyes wide at the scene in front of him.

"What the fuck are you doing in here?" Brian yelled, pulling himself out of Zacky's mouth and quickly putting his pants and boxers back on.

"I…I was just, uh…" Matt stammered, still shocked at what he just witnessed. "Zacky didn't answer his phone and I came to see if something was wrong…"

"Get the fuck out of my house!" Brian yelled, shoving Matt out the door. "I'll call the cops! I swear I will!" Matt could easily beat the shit out of Brian with one arm tied behind his back, and he would if he wasn't such a teddy bear. The guy wouldn't pull the wings off a fly.

"Okay, okay I'm going!" Matt said, finally giving in. He turned to leave but not before seeing the tears on Zacky's face and all the bruises he had all over his weak body.