Misplaced Trust 3/5?
Title: Misplaced Trust
Author: Tay_21
Fandom: Primeval
Characters/Pairings: Connor/Philip Burton (non-con), mentions of Connor/Abby
Words: Chapter 3: ~3100
Rating/Warnings: R (non-con, torture, dark)
Disclaimer: Primeval and its characters belong to Impossible Pictures. No copyright infringement is intended.
Spoilers: Everything up to the ending of 4.7, continues from when Connor got in the car with Burton.
Beta: deinonychus_1 Thanks a ton. You're the best theropod around. I swear. :-)
Recipient: wilde_shade
Prompt: Can I have something creepy? Please? Pretty please? I'm a terrible person, and would adore some manipulative!Phillip. Rough non-con/dub-con would rock my pervy little world. Nothing terribly melodramatic, but dark!fic would be welcome. I love Abby/Connor though and hurt/comfort done right makes me all squishy inside. Happy/hopeful ending would be more than welcome so long as there's no cheesy sexual healing.
Author's Note: Written for Primevalathon as a pinch hit. This gave me a good excuse to finish the bunny that's been gnawing at my brain since Philip put his hand on Connor's shoulder and told him to get in the car at the end of series 4. I didn't want it to be overly porny though. So I hope this works for your prompt.
Summary: What Philip wants Philip gets, Connor should have know that...
Chapter 3:
“What? What are you doing?” Connor asked in alarm. Not knowing what was coming next was starting to wear him down. “Where are you taking me?” Connor demanded as they unlocked the chains holding him and dragged him to his feet. No one would talk to him. He tried to struggle but he was too weak.
The guards frog-marched him down the hall to another room, this one with no windows and an open drain in the centre of it. There were a of couple of oddly shaped tables and chains hanging from various places in the room, including right over the drain pipe. It was to this location that they hauled Connor. They held his arms in bruising, vice-like grips as they secured fresh chains around his raw wrists. He cried out involuntarily when his arms were yanked upwards, over his head and he kicked his legs out violently as they heaved him up off the ground.
“Now, now boys. That’s not necessary,” Philip drawled from the doorway as he stepped lightly into the room. Connor gritted his teeth as he was lowered down until his toes grazed the floor just enough that he could press up and relieve a bit of the strain in his wrists and shoulders. “Perfect! Relax, Connor. We’re just going to get you out of those clothes and give you a wash. You’ll feel much better when we’re done.”
The men pulled what was left of Connor’s shirt down passed his hips where it pooled around his feet. His boots had been taken from him days ago, so his socks came off next. Connor started to struggle again when he realized they intended to take everything off. One of the men, a big burly bloke that looked like he’d played a little too much rugby, grabbed his hair and held his head back. Connor bit his lip as the man ran the pudgy fingers of his other hand up and down his crotch before popping the button and lowering the zip. Connor squeezed his eyes shut. He was determined not to cry or whimper; he was just so tired though.
Being stripped down to nothing in front of Philip, his men and the doctor was incredibly humiliating. No matter how tightly he shut his eyes or how hard he ground his teeth together, he couldn’t stop the crimson flush that spread across his pale shoulders and up his neck and face to his hairline as his filthy trousers and boxers were pulled down and then completely off of him. He bit his lip and kept his eyes closed. He could hear them laughing and commenting as he tried to desperately shut out what was happening to him. He kept his eyes shut as he attempted to quell the swell of emotion that threatened to overtake him. He would not cry. He wouldn’t. He fought with everything in him to keep that reaction to himself. He would survive. He’d survive with dignity… he hoped.
He still had his eyes closed when a powerful and painful jet of freezing cold water hit him full in the face. He spluttered and tried to twist away, his feet finding no purchase on the wet floor. The water quickly progressed from freezing cold to burning hot and he struggled all the more. The water constantly alternated between one extreme and another so as to keep his body from acclimating to the temperature. Connor screamed each time the water reached the peak of one of these temperature boundaries. Rough brushes with soap on them scraped over his skin as the water was blasted into his face every few seconds. They rinsed him off and their hands slid over his body as the soap washed down the drain. One of them once again took hold of his hair and held him still as the water poured into his face. Every tiny second he could manage he sucked in air. He coughed and struggled against the hold on his hair. With the water spraying into his face, he couldn’t see. It was the most horrifying experience he’d ever had. He decided, in that moment, that he’d never want to drown, better a bullet to the head then that fate.
Finally, they let him breathe, really breathe. He shook his head to try to clear some of the water from his ears while he sucked in huge lungfuls of air.
Philip walked over to where he hung dripping wet and gasping. “Hmm. That’s better. At least the smell is gone.”
Connor was weak and angry. He glared back at Philip. His humiliation had clearly blossomed into rage and he kicked out with all his strength catching Philip in the knee and then growling in frustration; he’d been aiming for his crotch.
The response from Philip’s men was instantaneous. They held him still and punched him repeatedly.
“That’s enough,” Philip snarled. He picked up an electric baton and came and stood in front of Connor who was trembling with a combination of fury, fear and pain. “It’s nice to know you haven’t vomited all your fighting spirit up. I told you that the more you resist the more painful it will get. Now, I’m going to show you.”
Connor cried out as Philip tapped him with the baton lightly on his chest. The jolt sent spasms down through his muscles, convulsions that burned and made him feel like every muscle was being pulled at the same time. His whole body swayed and he yelled out in pain. Finally, the spasms slowed and he panted for air, swaying slightly still. Philip walked around behind him. Connor shivered, still wet and terrified that the Philip was going to use the baton again. Philip lightly grazed his spine with his fingertips. Connor flinched, expecting the baton.
“You know, they say that using these batons is completely non-lethal... provided you follow the directions. I'm more of a think outside the box guy, but still, I can work with guidelines,” Philip said calmly, as if he were having a casual conversation about the weather and not talking about torturing an unarmed naked man suspended in front of him. “For instance, the most effective points for temporarily immobilizing someone are here…” Connor screamed as the weapon was used on the upper portion of his shoulder. “And here…” He tensed but all he felt was Philip’s hand lightly touching his upper hip. He trembled violently both from the muscle spasms and from fear of where he would use the baton next. Philip circled back around in front of him. “Also here…” He touched the baton to the tender area just below Connor’s rib cage. Connor saw white and screamed again. There were little double burns on his still wet flesh where the baton had touched him.
He was completely exhausted. He felt like he’d been run over and then the truck had backed up and run him over again. Every muscle in his body ached. It was like he’d run a marathon, but all he’d done was hang there.
“I imaging you’re quite tired already,” Philip stated. “You see, this device is designed to wear a person out and stop them as quickly as possible. I’ve heard that if you use this baton on certain body parts, it’s even more painful than what I’ve already done to you.”
Connor whimpered in spite of his promise to himself. Philip reached his free hand down and stroked Connor’s cock. His fingers moved back and gently fondled his balls.
“Should we find out if that’s true?”
“No! Please, God! No!” Connor panted out. He wanted to scream, but he didn’t even have the energy to do that anymore. All the fight was gone from him. He was utterly and completely worn out.
“Are you starting to understand, Connor? I haven’t even broken a sweat whereas you are well on your way to needing another shower. Are you still going to try and resist me? We could do this for days, you know?” Philip was efficient, if anything. Connor understood what he wanted and that Philip was going to use the necessary amount of force required to get it. Connor hung limp and panting, his head had fallen forward as he tried to catch his breath. He needed to think, needed time.
“Please. No more, just let me rest. Let me breathe, please.”
“I need an answer, Connor, and I’m growing impatient. Will you continue to resist me, or can we come to an arrangement? It doesn’t have to be like this. I have a lab and nice room all set up for you. You’d be in charge of your own research. None of this is necessary. Just see things my way. The amount of good we could do.”
“I can’t,” Connor sobbed. “Don’t you get it? I will not be responsible for the future I saw. I can’t help you. Please, don’t make me.” Connor looked up at Philip, his eyes pleading with him to see reason, to stop this madness.
Philip’s smile shifted from genial and fatherly to predatory in a split second. “Well, if you insist. However, I don’t think that physical pain is going to be enough. You’re a lot tougher than people give you credit. So, I’m going to let my men do what they have wanted to do to you from the moment they first locked you up.” Philip nodded to his men and they moved into action, each one with a rapacious gleam in his eye.
Connor tried to struggle as he was unchained and dragged over to one of the oddly shaped tables at the side of the room. He was bent over it and his arms were pulled sharply behind his back. They secured them there with a cable-tie and a hook was slipped between his hands. He cried out as his arms were pulled up behind him, forcing him to stay bowed over the small table. One of the men kicked his legs apart and Connor flushed with humiliation once again as his spread legs were strapped into place. His torso was tied down against the table so that Connor was now completely immobilized. He panted from his struggling while trying to look around behind him. Philip was suddenly at his head, holding a fist of his hair so that his neck craned back to look up at him.
“Please don’t do this,” Connor begged.
“I’m fairly certain it is the only way to get your attention properly focused. You will see things my way, and you will start obeying my wishes. You will learn obedience, or you will suffer more,” Philip replied casually. Philip held up an object that Connor had only seen in his late nights surfing the web as a college student. The spider gag, with its metal circle and four metal legs arching out from the ring, hung heavy from Philip’s hand. “This is to counter any ideas you might have about biting my people while they are carrying out their duties with you.”
Connor tried desperately to struggle and pull away from Philip’s grasp, but the manner in which he was restrained prevented any of that. He tried to beg and plead, but Philip soon had him gagged.
“I really am sorry it had to come to this, Connor, but you’ll see things differently tomorrow. I’m certain of it.”
Connor sobbed and fought his bonds some more.
“Do keep struggling, it turns them on so much more,” Philip said as he opened the door to the small room. Waiting outside the room were several more men than just Philip’s two bodyguards. “He’s all yours boys, be gentle though, I don’t think he’s ever had the pleasure of this experience before. I don’t want any permanent damage, so I mean that. Don’t play to rough.” With that warning, Philip left the room.
Connor strained and squirmed, trying desperately to form the words for them to stop, to let him go, to plead for them not to do this too him. He spent the next two hours choking and screaming while his body was brutally used. It hurt more than he could have ever thought possible. The violations he endured were beyond anything he had ever feared in the Cretaceous. By the time they chained him back in his cell, which had been washed out from when he was last in there, he truly believed he would have rather been eaten by that Spinosaurus than go through any more of that level of physical and sexual abuse and rape. He curled up in the corner and sobbed. He would cry himself to sleep for a few hours and then he’d wake up screaming from the nightmares of what he’d just been through. How could Philip, a man he’d idolized for years, do this too him. How had he been so stupid as to trust someone that cruel, that sick? What did that say about who Connor was? Inevitably he would descend into sobs again and the whole cycle would repeat.
He went through three days of this. He would be fed first thing, then hosed off in the washroom, then tied to the table and his body viciously used again and again; finally he would be chained up in his cell again, sweaty and covered in human filth, until the next morning.
On the fourth day he was fed and dragged back to the washroom. They cleaned him up and strapped him back down again. Never once had Philip come down to the dungeon rooms during the three previous days, so he was a bit surprised when he appeared in front of him and gently stroked the hair back from his face.
“I told you it would get worse. I also told you it doesn’t have to be this way. Let me show you what I mean.”
Connor whimpered as Philip disappeared from his field of vision. He felt the man’s hands caressing his arse. He then heard the sound of a zip being lowered and Connor suddenly knew exactly what Philip was going to show him. He tried to fight the intrusion, tried desperately to shut himself off from this experience, but somehow, the fact that it was actually Philip that was doing this to him, was worse. He cried out passed his gag as Philip entered him. He couldn’t go somewhere else in his head this time, not with the man he had so wanted to please moving inside of him and telling him how good he felt. Not when Philip’s hand moved from his hip down to his cock. To Connor’s everlasting shame, not only did he get an erection from Philip’s careful and apparently practiced manipulation of his body, but after barely five minutes Connor came, quite hard, across Philip’s hand. A few moments later Philip seized and came as well, pumping hard into Connor’s abused passage.
Connor lay on the table with his cheek pressed against its cool surface. Tears flowed down his cheeks to mingle in a puddle of drool from his forced open mouth. He’d broken all his rules about not crying in front of Philip and his men. He had nothing left. He’d just come while the man he hated most in the world, his captor and tormentor, raped him. He didn’t even know who Connor Temple was anymore. He was lost.
His arms were lowered from their forced position, he wasn’t free, but he wasn’t strained either. The straps holding his legs were also removed. Fingers gently removed the leather strap and gingerly pulled the metal ring from his mouth.
Philip’s face swam into view but Connor’s eyes didn’t stay focused for long. Philip gently caressed his cheek and kissed his temple. “See, Connor, that wasn’t so bad. I even made sure you received some pleasure out of it. We can be a good team, you and I. I know we’d work well together. We’ve done it before.”
Connor focused a bit on Philip. It was like he was seeing him through a pool of water. He knew he was there, he could hear him talking, but he just couldn’t make sense of it all. Nothing made sense anymore. Not after the last several days, not after the last several minutes. Another tear silently slid down his cheek.
Who was he? What was the point in fighting? So he could suffer more? Connor couldn’t even really remember what or who he was fighting for. Maybe Philip wasn’t the one responsible for that horrible future he’d seen. Maybe Connor could still do some good if he worked for Philip. Connor knew he would not survive another day of being gang-raped by Philip’s goons. He could rationalize the thought that if he worked for Philip, he’d be the one in charge of the discoveries. Connor would never let anything bad happen. He’d be protecting the future. If it was someone else, who knew what would happen. Maybe this really was the best thing. Maybe. Philip was talking again.
“… you going to cooperate now? I want you by my side, Connor. It’s where you belong. Can we be a team, or are you still going to be the plaything for my men?”
“No!” Connor choked out. “I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever it is you want. I just can’t take any more of that. Please, let me prove it to you. I’ll be good. I’ll cooperate. Just put me back in a lab and I’ll do whatever you ask.”
“Whatever I ask, eh? That’s tempting. I think I’m going to make you prove that, Temple.”
“Yes, make me prove it. Anything. Just ask. I’ll do it.”
Philip smiled down at him and lowered the zip on his trousers again, freeing his already recovered and half-hard cock. Connor balked. He looked up at Philip through watery eyes.
“You said anything,” Philip purred, laying a hand on Connor’s cheek. “Don’t worry, it won’t be like before. I’ll be much more gentle than my men. But I want you to prove that you mean what you say. I’ll even give you the benefit of the doubt and leave the gag off. I’m sure you have a very talented tongue, show me what you can do. Show me how loyal you really are.”
Connor nodded and blanked his mind to everything except the job at hand. Abby tried to jump into his vision and that threatened to overwhelm him. He stuffed her image down deep into his psyche and focused on the cock bobbing in front of his face. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. The only thing he let his mind think on was what his tongue, lips, teeth and throat need to do to get the job done.
Author: Tay_21
Fandom: Primeval
Characters/Pairings: Connor/Philip Burton (non-con), mentions of Connor/Abby
Words: Chapter 3: ~3100
Rating/Warnings: R (non-con, torture, dark)
Disclaimer: Primeval and its characters belong to Impossible Pictures. No copyright infringement is intended.
Spoilers: Everything up to the ending of 4.7, continues from when Connor got in the car with Burton.
Beta: deinonychus_1 Thanks a ton. You're the best theropod around. I swear. :-)
Recipient: wilde_shade
Prompt: Can I have something creepy? Please? Pretty please? I'm a terrible person, and would adore some manipulative!Phillip. Rough non-con/dub-con would rock my pervy little world. Nothing terribly melodramatic, but dark!fic would be welcome. I love Abby/Connor though and hurt/comfort done right makes me all squishy inside. Happy/hopeful ending would be more than welcome so long as there's no cheesy sexual healing.
Author's Note: Written for Primevalathon as a pinch hit. This gave me a good excuse to finish the bunny that's been gnawing at my brain since Philip put his hand on Connor's shoulder and told him to get in the car at the end of series 4. I didn't want it to be overly porny though. So I hope this works for your prompt.
Summary: What Philip wants Philip gets, Connor should have know that...
Chapter 3:
“What? What are you doing?” Connor asked in alarm. Not knowing what was coming next was starting to wear him down. “Where are you taking me?” Connor demanded as they unlocked the chains holding him and dragged him to his feet. No one would talk to him. He tried to struggle but he was too weak.
The guards frog-marched him down the hall to another room, this one with no windows and an open drain in the centre of it. There were a of couple of oddly shaped tables and chains hanging from various places in the room, including right over the drain pipe. It was to this location that they hauled Connor. They held his arms in bruising, vice-like grips as they secured fresh chains around his raw wrists. He cried out involuntarily when his arms were yanked upwards, over his head and he kicked his legs out violently as they heaved him up off the ground.
“Now, now boys. That’s not necessary,” Philip drawled from the doorway as he stepped lightly into the room. Connor gritted his teeth as he was lowered down until his toes grazed the floor just enough that he could press up and relieve a bit of the strain in his wrists and shoulders. “Perfect! Relax, Connor. We’re just going to get you out of those clothes and give you a wash. You’ll feel much better when we’re done.”
The men pulled what was left of Connor’s shirt down passed his hips where it pooled around his feet. His boots had been taken from him days ago, so his socks came off next. Connor started to struggle again when he realized they intended to take everything off. One of the men, a big burly bloke that looked like he’d played a little too much rugby, grabbed his hair and held his head back. Connor bit his lip as the man ran the pudgy fingers of his other hand up and down his crotch before popping the button and lowering the zip. Connor squeezed his eyes shut. He was determined not to cry or whimper; he was just so tired though.
Being stripped down to nothing in front of Philip, his men and the doctor was incredibly humiliating. No matter how tightly he shut his eyes or how hard he ground his teeth together, he couldn’t stop the crimson flush that spread across his pale shoulders and up his neck and face to his hairline as his filthy trousers and boxers were pulled down and then completely off of him. He bit his lip and kept his eyes closed. He could hear them laughing and commenting as he tried to desperately shut out what was happening to him. He kept his eyes shut as he attempted to quell the swell of emotion that threatened to overtake him. He would not cry. He wouldn’t. He fought with everything in him to keep that reaction to himself. He would survive. He’d survive with dignity… he hoped.
He still had his eyes closed when a powerful and painful jet of freezing cold water hit him full in the face. He spluttered and tried to twist away, his feet finding no purchase on the wet floor. The water quickly progressed from freezing cold to burning hot and he struggled all the more. The water constantly alternated between one extreme and another so as to keep his body from acclimating to the temperature. Connor screamed each time the water reached the peak of one of these temperature boundaries. Rough brushes with soap on them scraped over his skin as the water was blasted into his face every few seconds. They rinsed him off and their hands slid over his body as the soap washed down the drain. One of them once again took hold of his hair and held him still as the water poured into his face. Every tiny second he could manage he sucked in air. He coughed and struggled against the hold on his hair. With the water spraying into his face, he couldn’t see. It was the most horrifying experience he’d ever had. He decided, in that moment, that he’d never want to drown, better a bullet to the head then that fate.
Finally, they let him breathe, really breathe. He shook his head to try to clear some of the water from his ears while he sucked in huge lungfuls of air.
Philip walked over to where he hung dripping wet and gasping. “Hmm. That’s better. At least the smell is gone.”
Connor was weak and angry. He glared back at Philip. His humiliation had clearly blossomed into rage and he kicked out with all his strength catching Philip in the knee and then growling in frustration; he’d been aiming for his crotch.
The response from Philip’s men was instantaneous. They held him still and punched him repeatedly.
“That’s enough,” Philip snarled. He picked up an electric baton and came and stood in front of Connor who was trembling with a combination of fury, fear and pain. “It’s nice to know you haven’t vomited all your fighting spirit up. I told you that the more you resist the more painful it will get. Now, I’m going to show you.”
Connor cried out as Philip tapped him with the baton lightly on his chest. The jolt sent spasms down through his muscles, convulsions that burned and made him feel like every muscle was being pulled at the same time. His whole body swayed and he yelled out in pain. Finally, the spasms slowed and he panted for air, swaying slightly still. Philip walked around behind him. Connor shivered, still wet and terrified that the Philip was going to use the baton again. Philip lightly grazed his spine with his fingertips. Connor flinched, expecting the baton.
“You know, they say that using these batons is completely non-lethal... provided you follow the directions. I'm more of a think outside the box guy, but still, I can work with guidelines,” Philip said calmly, as if he were having a casual conversation about the weather and not talking about torturing an unarmed naked man suspended in front of him. “For instance, the most effective points for temporarily immobilizing someone are here…” Connor screamed as the weapon was used on the upper portion of his shoulder. “And here…” He tensed but all he felt was Philip’s hand lightly touching his upper hip. He trembled violently both from the muscle spasms and from fear of where he would use the baton next. Philip circled back around in front of him. “Also here…” He touched the baton to the tender area just below Connor’s rib cage. Connor saw white and screamed again. There were little double burns on his still wet flesh where the baton had touched him.
He was completely exhausted. He felt like he’d been run over and then the truck had backed up and run him over again. Every muscle in his body ached. It was like he’d run a marathon, but all he’d done was hang there.
“I imaging you’re quite tired already,” Philip stated. “You see, this device is designed to wear a person out and stop them as quickly as possible. I’ve heard that if you use this baton on certain body parts, it’s even more painful than what I’ve already done to you.”
Connor whimpered in spite of his promise to himself. Philip reached his free hand down and stroked Connor’s cock. His fingers moved back and gently fondled his balls.
“Should we find out if that’s true?”
“No! Please, God! No!” Connor panted out. He wanted to scream, but he didn’t even have the energy to do that anymore. All the fight was gone from him. He was utterly and completely worn out.
“Are you starting to understand, Connor? I haven’t even broken a sweat whereas you are well on your way to needing another shower. Are you still going to try and resist me? We could do this for days, you know?” Philip was efficient, if anything. Connor understood what he wanted and that Philip was going to use the necessary amount of force required to get it. Connor hung limp and panting, his head had fallen forward as he tried to catch his breath. He needed to think, needed time.
“Please. No more, just let me rest. Let me breathe, please.”
“I need an answer, Connor, and I’m growing impatient. Will you continue to resist me, or can we come to an arrangement? It doesn’t have to be like this. I have a lab and nice room all set up for you. You’d be in charge of your own research. None of this is necessary. Just see things my way. The amount of good we could do.”
“I can’t,” Connor sobbed. “Don’t you get it? I will not be responsible for the future I saw. I can’t help you. Please, don’t make me.” Connor looked up at Philip, his eyes pleading with him to see reason, to stop this madness.
Philip’s smile shifted from genial and fatherly to predatory in a split second. “Well, if you insist. However, I don’t think that physical pain is going to be enough. You’re a lot tougher than people give you credit. So, I’m going to let my men do what they have wanted to do to you from the moment they first locked you up.” Philip nodded to his men and they moved into action, each one with a rapacious gleam in his eye.
Connor tried to struggle as he was unchained and dragged over to one of the oddly shaped tables at the side of the room. He was bent over it and his arms were pulled sharply behind his back. They secured them there with a cable-tie and a hook was slipped between his hands. He cried out as his arms were pulled up behind him, forcing him to stay bowed over the small table. One of the men kicked his legs apart and Connor flushed with humiliation once again as his spread legs were strapped into place. His torso was tied down against the table so that Connor was now completely immobilized. He panted from his struggling while trying to look around behind him. Philip was suddenly at his head, holding a fist of his hair so that his neck craned back to look up at him.
“Please don’t do this,” Connor begged.
“I’m fairly certain it is the only way to get your attention properly focused. You will see things my way, and you will start obeying my wishes. You will learn obedience, or you will suffer more,” Philip replied casually. Philip held up an object that Connor had only seen in his late nights surfing the web as a college student. The spider gag, with its metal circle and four metal legs arching out from the ring, hung heavy from Philip’s hand. “This is to counter any ideas you might have about biting my people while they are carrying out their duties with you.”
Connor tried desperately to struggle and pull away from Philip’s grasp, but the manner in which he was restrained prevented any of that. He tried to beg and plead, but Philip soon had him gagged.
“I really am sorry it had to come to this, Connor, but you’ll see things differently tomorrow. I’m certain of it.”
Connor sobbed and fought his bonds some more.
“Do keep struggling, it turns them on so much more,” Philip said as he opened the door to the small room. Waiting outside the room were several more men than just Philip’s two bodyguards. “He’s all yours boys, be gentle though, I don’t think he’s ever had the pleasure of this experience before. I don’t want any permanent damage, so I mean that. Don’t play to rough.” With that warning, Philip left the room.
Connor strained and squirmed, trying desperately to form the words for them to stop, to let him go, to plead for them not to do this too him. He spent the next two hours choking and screaming while his body was brutally used. It hurt more than he could have ever thought possible. The violations he endured were beyond anything he had ever feared in the Cretaceous. By the time they chained him back in his cell, which had been washed out from when he was last in there, he truly believed he would have rather been eaten by that Spinosaurus than go through any more of that level of physical and sexual abuse and rape. He curled up in the corner and sobbed. He would cry himself to sleep for a few hours and then he’d wake up screaming from the nightmares of what he’d just been through. How could Philip, a man he’d idolized for years, do this too him. How had he been so stupid as to trust someone that cruel, that sick? What did that say about who Connor was? Inevitably he would descend into sobs again and the whole cycle would repeat.
He went through three days of this. He would be fed first thing, then hosed off in the washroom, then tied to the table and his body viciously used again and again; finally he would be chained up in his cell again, sweaty and covered in human filth, until the next morning.
On the fourth day he was fed and dragged back to the washroom. They cleaned him up and strapped him back down again. Never once had Philip come down to the dungeon rooms during the three previous days, so he was a bit surprised when he appeared in front of him and gently stroked the hair back from his face.
“I told you it would get worse. I also told you it doesn’t have to be this way. Let me show you what I mean.”
Connor whimpered as Philip disappeared from his field of vision. He felt the man’s hands caressing his arse. He then heard the sound of a zip being lowered and Connor suddenly knew exactly what Philip was going to show him. He tried to fight the intrusion, tried desperately to shut himself off from this experience, but somehow, the fact that it was actually Philip that was doing this to him, was worse. He cried out passed his gag as Philip entered him. He couldn’t go somewhere else in his head this time, not with the man he had so wanted to please moving inside of him and telling him how good he felt. Not when Philip’s hand moved from his hip down to his cock. To Connor’s everlasting shame, not only did he get an erection from Philip’s careful and apparently practiced manipulation of his body, but after barely five minutes Connor came, quite hard, across Philip’s hand. A few moments later Philip seized and came as well, pumping hard into Connor’s abused passage.
Connor lay on the table with his cheek pressed against its cool surface. Tears flowed down his cheeks to mingle in a puddle of drool from his forced open mouth. He’d broken all his rules about not crying in front of Philip and his men. He had nothing left. He’d just come while the man he hated most in the world, his captor and tormentor, raped him. He didn’t even know who Connor Temple was anymore. He was lost.
His arms were lowered from their forced position, he wasn’t free, but he wasn’t strained either. The straps holding his legs were also removed. Fingers gently removed the leather strap and gingerly pulled the metal ring from his mouth.
Philip’s face swam into view but Connor’s eyes didn’t stay focused for long. Philip gently caressed his cheek and kissed his temple. “See, Connor, that wasn’t so bad. I even made sure you received some pleasure out of it. We can be a good team, you and I. I know we’d work well together. We’ve done it before.”
Connor focused a bit on Philip. It was like he was seeing him through a pool of water. He knew he was there, he could hear him talking, but he just couldn’t make sense of it all. Nothing made sense anymore. Not after the last several days, not after the last several minutes. Another tear silently slid down his cheek.
Who was he? What was the point in fighting? So he could suffer more? Connor couldn’t even really remember what or who he was fighting for. Maybe Philip wasn’t the one responsible for that horrible future he’d seen. Maybe Connor could still do some good if he worked for Philip. Connor knew he would not survive another day of being gang-raped by Philip’s goons. He could rationalize the thought that if he worked for Philip, he’d be the one in charge of the discoveries. Connor would never let anything bad happen. He’d be protecting the future. If it was someone else, who knew what would happen. Maybe this really was the best thing. Maybe. Philip was talking again.
“… you going to cooperate now? I want you by my side, Connor. It’s where you belong. Can we be a team, or are you still going to be the plaything for my men?”
“No!” Connor choked out. “I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever it is you want. I just can’t take any more of that. Please, let me prove it to you. I’ll be good. I’ll cooperate. Just put me back in a lab and I’ll do whatever you ask.”
“Whatever I ask, eh? That’s tempting. I think I’m going to make you prove that, Temple.”
“Yes, make me prove it. Anything. Just ask. I’ll do it.”
Philip smiled down at him and lowered the zip on his trousers again, freeing his already recovered and half-hard cock. Connor balked. He looked up at Philip through watery eyes.
“You said anything,” Philip purred, laying a hand on Connor’s cheek. “Don’t worry, it won’t be like before. I’ll be much more gentle than my men. But I want you to prove that you mean what you say. I’ll even give you the benefit of the doubt and leave the gag off. I’m sure you have a very talented tongue, show me what you can do. Show me how loyal you really are.”
Connor nodded and blanked his mind to everything except the job at hand. Abby tried to jump into his vision and that threatened to overwhelm him. He stuffed her image down deep into his psyche and focused on the cock bobbing in front of his face. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. The only thing he let his mind think on was what his tongue, lips, teeth and throat need to do to get the job done.