Kracken
1x2
Blindfolded, cuffed, and arms locked above his head, Duo was still defiant,
even though, deep inside, he was calling himself an idiot. A simple hit on a
weapons depot should not have ended with two Gundam pilots at the tender mercies
of OZ. A fall over loose ordinances had given Duo a twisted ankle ,though, and
their ghost like disappearance into the night, had been reduced to a stumbling
run that had not been enough to escape the sweep after the explosion.
Heero should have left him. Duo wasn't at all sure why he hadn't. A bullet to the head, a 'Sorry about that, Pal, but it's war.'was the treatment Duo had fully expected. Heero holding him up one armed, while he tried to keep the enemy at bay with the glock in his other, had dazed Duo more than the pain shooting up his leg from his ankle.
Duo was still trying to reason it out as he hung suspended in his cell. Metal
from top to bottom, and a
chill from an air vent, the cell was more like a meat locker. He shivered convulsively
and wondered if Heero was hanging from his own cell wall. He had probably already
had his 'room service' from their over eager attendants. Duo was bruised from
head to heel, from his own sessions, but the drugs, from several failed attempts
to use chemicals to make him talk, were making the pain fuzzy and distant.
The cell door opened. Duo grinned and straightened. "Back for more fun?"
They didn't reply as they gagged him. Duo, unable to fight it, felt a finger of fear slip up his spine. They hadn't cared about earlier cries of pain, and gagging him meant that they didn't care what he had to say any longer. There were many reasons for gagging a man, and none of them were good ones. When the ear plugs went in, Duo was unnerved to the point of trembling, especially when he heard a small chuckle before his hearing was effectively stopped up.
There was only touch and smell then, to tell him where his captors were and how close. One man smelled like a cigar, another needed a bath, yet another stank like garlic. Cigar Stink was the one who unzipped Duo's pants and then yanked them down to his knees.
Duo cursed in his throat and struggled violently. He was fondled, his limp, shrinking cock pulled out and stroked by a broad, calloused hand. A tongue licked the side of his face. Gang rape, Duo thought, and tried to find some part of his mind to hide in, to give him strength, to keep his sanity until it was over.
Need A Bath pulled up Duo's braid and he felt it twisted. Of course, he thought in growing shock, they were going to break him mentally, destroy him from the inside out, and then make him beg to tell them what they wanted to know. Cutting the braid would be the first humiliation. It was simple and not clever, but it would be effective.
The hands left him. His hair was still in one piece. Duo swayed in his bonds, ready for it to be just a ploy before they came at him all together. He was unprepared for several long minutes to pass before one hand returned and stroked him again. The sudden touch, after even that short sensory deprivation, was enough to make Duo start and choke on a cry. He hated himself for it and vowed not to let it happen again. They wouldn't see him crawl and they wouldn't break him.
A mouth enveloped his cock. Half hard, Duo felt a tongue and the moist insides of someone's mouth, warm and firm around a part of him that had never experienced that sort of thing before. Duo whimpered, not sure what this was. It didn't seem the sort of thing that rapists would want. Shouldn't he be the one on his knees, doing this to them?
The mouth stayed in place. The owner swallowed convulsively, tongue swirling and prodding Duo's cock as a consequence. As nervous and as afraid as Duo was, he couldn't keep from going hard. The owner of the mouth gagged, pulled almost off his cock, and then thrust down fully on it, taking it completely. Duo felt teeth and thrashed, crying out behind his gag. He wasn't bitten, but he felt the threat and that was enough to make him panic, which caused the owner of the mouth to gag even more.
The mouth went away, pulling off with a stream of heated wetness that Duo didn't want to think about. The hand came back, examined his cock, gave it a few hard pumps, and then released it. Duo was left then, with his pants down around his knees and the wetness trickling down his thighs.
The cold, the wetness, and the silence did damage to Duo's psyche, despite all of his efforts to keep it in one piece. He choked on sobs behind his gag, and spent nearly an hour trying to get it stopped. When Garlic Man's scent tickled his nose above other stenches, it was the last thing he smelled before fingers clamped his nostrils closed them. Duo was forced to breathe through his mouth, only he couldn't breathe past the gag. He struggled, suffocating, and then was all too willing to open his mouth for air when the gag was removed. They didn't give him the luxury. A large, plastic ring was shoved into his gaping mouth, behind his teeth. Without hands, he couldn't get it out, and it effectively kept his mouth open.
The chains holding Duo's cuffed arms loosened. and hard hands bent him over. A large hand clamped onto his neck and drove his head downwards. He had never tasted a cock, but he knew that's what the hard, hot, and salty tasting thing was that was suddenly pressing into his tonsils. He choked, tried to pull up, and drove his iron bonds into his skin trying to escape. It was useless. They held him in position as the cock began to go in and out of his mouth. His tongue dueled with it against his will as he gagged and swallowed convulsively.
The pumping stopped and the thick cock was pulled out, Duo's saliva dribbling from it. Again Duo was pulled up against the wall, his arms locked above his head. Cigar Stink was back, along with Needs A Bath. A thick finger swirled around Duo's mouth, tasting foul as it teased and taunted his helplessness. When it popped out the ring, Duo could only groan, before the gag ball was forced back in.
The hands left him, and so did the smells.
Duo was shivering and sick for another hour, trying to convince himself that it was nothing, that he'd had worse, that this wasn't pain, not really. He could endure it. He almost managed to fall asleep, exhaustion trying to drag him down, but the hard hands came back and he was unlocked and dragged away from the only warm spot int the room, the wall that his own back had warmed.
Forced to hands and knees, Duo felt an iron bar press into his gut while his knees and wrists were locked to the freezing floor. Kept on all fours by the bar, he could only tense and wait.
He didn't have long to wait. A lubed finger jammed into his tight entrance, without warning, poking in an out crudely while he screamed into the ball gag. When it was done, a warm body settled over Duo's. He braced himself, feeling hard muscle and a trembling in the body above him. He knew what was coming. He didn't need sexual experience to clue him into his fate.
One of Duo's ear plugs was yanked out. The sound of laughter was all around him, male and excited. A voice said in his ear, "Your partner is about to fuck you. We've been teasing him all day long, getting him ready. He won't be able to resist your tight hole. You can talk now, or get it good. I'll let you guess when we let lover boy know who he's fucking. Think you can live with that? Your buddy knowing he fucked you? You knowing he fucked you? Might make some nasty nightmares, some nasty, lifelong nightmares... well, if we let you live."
They had given him a taste of the length of Heero's cock, letting Duo know what he was in store for now. When he felt the large head of that cock force its way into his entrance, he almost shook his head no, almost lost his nerve... almost. Heero was helpless in his need. They helped him get in, but he was soon pushing all the way in himself, bucking and driving up into Duo, spreading him wide and filling him completely.
Duo throbbed, burned, and whimpered. Heero fucked him like a piston, now, and then came in a hot spurt that overfilled Duo and ran down his legs. Duo shuddered under the onslaught, but something deep inside of him, some need, was making him lift his ass to it, letting Heero master him. It shocked and shamed him. The men around him grumbled and called him bitch. He'd ruined their fun, their torture session. He wasn't supposed to want it. Their only recourse was revenge. They pulled off Heero's blindfold and let him see.
Duo felt Heero tighten in shock above him, cock still buried deep. He heard a moan of anguish, even as Heero grew suddenly rock hard again. His cock jutted into Duo, sliding along the come he had already shot there. Heero wasn't acting disgusted. He was, instead, obviously excited. Duo lifted his ass, and ignored the cries of outrage, as Heero began to fuck him again.