In the coils of a snake_2
Part-1
Part-2
He came to, just as something forced itself through his already tender hole. Still groggy from the effects of the drug they had injected and in pain from his ‘medical check-up’, the pain of the intrusion felt unbearable. He couldn’t help it, he screamed.
“Didn’t take you for a screamer,” Ackles told him, tone conversational as his hips continued to piston in and out. It took a moment for Jared to understand exactly what had penetrated him.
“Didn’t take you for a rapist,” Jared snarled back. The agony of the violation made it hard to speak and Jared hated the wheezy quality of his voice.
Ackles stilled behind him, “You’re telling me you don’t want this, Piggy?”
“I don’t want this.” He choked out, fighting the nausea that threatened as the full impact of what was being done to him registered.
“Are you sure?” The whiskey drawl asked just as the man did something that had pleasure skittering across his body.
He groaned, light-headed from the sudden switch from agony to pleasure. A hand reached beneath him, cupping him gently in a mockery of a lover’s hold and Jared reared back (unintentionally letting the man penetrate him deeper) as he realized that he was hard.
“Well?”
Jared groaned, unable to decide whether moving forward (and into the hand) or backward (and into the dick splitting him open) would allow him to escape. The worst of it were the random jolts of pleasure that had him clenching on the intrusion filling him up.
It took everything he had in him to force out a reply, “I. Do. Not. Want. This.”
“Oops,” Ackles whispered- voice a honey-sticky drawl that had Jared wanting to give in, his rhythm abruptly uneven, “Too late now.”
And suddenly Jared was aware of warmth filling him. He groaned as Ackles retreated from his body, leaving his hole tender and gaping from the abuse the alpha had put it through and his cock an unpleasant hard line against his belly that served to taunt him that he may not have hated the encounter as much as he pretended.
“I’m sorry ‘bout that,” Ackles voice was deceptively sincere as the alpha apologised, “It’ll not happen again without your consent.”
“Is that a promise?” Jared asked, voice wrecked from his screams.
“It is,” The gangster confirmed.
“Good,” Jared breathed. He held still for a moment, trying to force his exhausted muscles into utilizing the momentary reprieve as Ackles’ gathered his breath from his orgasm but realized his folly when his hands stayed glued to the bed. Peering up at them he groaned when he noticed the handcuffs securing him to bed.
“You didn’t think I was stupid, did you?” Ackles asked lazily from beside him.
Jared glared at him.
“Get some rest,” The man patted his sweaty back as he left the bed, ostensibly to clean up.
Jared lay there, listening to the shower come on and tried to take in the room he was in. Unfortunately it was too dark in the room and the only thing he could make out from his prone position was the bedside table that was empty bar a night-lamp and a bottle of water.
He flinched when the door opened and he swivelled his head wildly to watch Jensen emerge from his shower in a cloud of billowing steam. The man continued on as though he wasn’t aware of Jared’s scrutiny even though Jared knew that to be a lie. A straw was held before his lips a few moments later and Jared tried to glare but was simply too thirsty to refuse the water. He drank as much as he could and was slightly taken aback by the patience the gangster was showing.
“Sleep, now. You will require your strength tomorrow.”
“Wha-…?” He tried to ask, but something was sapping his strength and he felt himself begin to panic as his tongue became thick and unwieldly.
“Sshhh… you’re okay, you’re safe…” That nauseatingly unflappable whiskey-smooth voice murmured as a hand brushed through the sweaty tangle of his hair- he had let it grow out from its usual military short length to help with his cover and now it reached his nape in long leonine locks. He didn’t feel about it either way but given the way Jensen’s fingers were playing with it- sorting through the snarls and brushing them into some semblance of order; he suspected the man liked his long-ish hair. If it felt incredibly comforting as well, that was something no one else needed to know. “I gave you a soporific with that water you just consumed.”
That would explain the man’s patience with the straw.
“It has a mild pain-relieving agent as well, so it’ll help with the pain from the intercourse as well as your tattoo and medicals. Get some sleep now,”
And despite fighting his leaded eye-lids, Jared felt himself surrendering to the welcoming darkness.
Jared’s eyes snapped open as he heard the door open. The arm around his waist tightened instinctively and Jared knew the alpha behind him had come awake at the sound as well.
“Wait outside,” The words were clipped and a moment later, Jared heard the door again behind him, telling him that the command had been obeyed.
Caressing fingers trailed up his torso and over his arms and Jared stifled the urge to pull away from the unwanted touches. The man rocked forward and Jared felt the hardness that had been pressing against his rear for some time now move more insistently. He barely bit back a sob as he was manhandled underneath the other’s heavy weight and he felt fingers pry his cheeks apart as the man settled between them.
He clenched his eyes in resignation, biting back the tears that threatened to escape at this fresh humiliation. “You- you promised,”
There was a rumbling laugh at his pleading words and two callused fingers pushed into his abused anal orifice without preamble, making him flinch and hiss at the intrusion.
“Sore, huh?”
Jared could only nod, knowing there was nothing he could do if the man chose not to keep his word.
“Oh, I don’t break my promises, Sweetheart.” The man chuckled as if reading his mind. “Don’t worry; I’m not going to fuck you again, not till you ask. Doesn’t mean we can’t have fun,”
Jared groaned as the man continued thrusting lightly, a hand working under him to pinch and pull at his nipples. A hand patted at his hip, “Spread your legs, Darlin’,”
Jared felt his face flame but obediently opened his legs wider- too exhausted to keep fighting these futile little battles, feeling the man settle in more comfortably. The thrusts continued and Jared closed his eyes, trying to tune out what was being done to him. A few minutes later he felt a warm wetness spreading between his cheeks as the man groaned in satisfaction and it took everything in him to swallow his bile.
The man slumped back on his side and Jared relaxed, totally unprepared for the harsh shove that pushed him out from under the blanket and landed him on the cold marble floor. Jared blinked dazedly- when had Ackles undone his cuffs?
“C’mon, Sweetheart. Up! Kneel for me, show me what you’ve become.”
This time Jared couldn’t stop the tears from leaking out as he shuffled onto his knees, aware of the picture that he painted. He had become the lowest of the low: an alpha who had taken it up the ass, as evident from liberal white smears around his thighs. He briefly debated attempting to escape but he already knew that two of Ackles’ men were waiting just beyond the door … and who knew how many more were on the premises. Besides, a part of him wanted to find out what Ackles had meant by his offer to take him on in his crew… so far he’d been humiliated and hurt, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle… dare he risk obeying and finding out more? If he succeeded, it would be the victory of a lifetime- no other cop had managed to get so close to Ackles… what did he have to lose after all?
He was brought out of his thoughts by Ackles’ voice: “C’mon, Piggy… didn’t you have a good time?”
When he stared back blankly, the alpha huffed and explained himself further. Apparently it wasn’t enough humiliation for the man because he was ordered to play with himself.
Jared wanted to punch the bastard in his smug lips, but his humiliation was not as important as his mission and now that he had the opportunity to get up close and personal with Ackles, he was going to do whatever it took to stay for as long as he could. If that meant debasing himself like this, then so be it.
He wrapped a fist around himself and watched enviously as the man tightened the blankets around his shoulder, only his arm reaching across the space between them, and down to gather up some of the disgusting fluids between his legs and paint them across Jared’s lips. He couldn’t stop the growl that escaped but continued working himself furiously; scrunching his nose in disgust as the man proceeded to wipe his hands on Jared’s stubbled jaw and his shaggy hair. Despite the situation, his body eventually responded to the stimulation and he was hard and dripping a few minutes later.
“Enough,” The man whispered; Jared dropped his hand in relief. He didn’t care how his body clamoured for release, his mind was happy to not have to achieve pleasure before this man.
“Olson!”
Jared scrambled back reflexively as the burly guard stepped in and moved towards him instantly.
“Well, this has been nice, ini’t?” The alpha laughed as he was hauled up and dragged away stark naked-dried whitish streaks clinging to his inner thighs and pained hitching steps leaving no doubt about what had transpired the night before.
Just before the door closed, he saw the man blow a kiss at him, “See you later, Piggy.”
He was granted a few minutes of ‘privacy’ to finish his business in a door-less bathroom while Olson stood at the entryway, facing outside and then dragged-still naked and dirty; out into the front-yard. Jared cringed, aware that everybody was witness to his humiliation out in the open like this. No one spoke to him or even tried touching but everybody smirked at the captive cop and Jared wanted to disappear into the earth when the newspaper delivery boy stumbled to a stop on his way to the porch at the sight of him. The boy could not have been more than sixteen, fresh into his knot and with the last hints of baby-fat visible still; and Jared hurried to cover himself with his hands. Olson gave him a light push and Jared stumbled forward, cheeks flushed and unable to meet the teenager’s curious eyes.
“Do your job, Kid.” The guard grumbled and the boy moved off, walking to drop off the day’s paper at the doorstep; but eyes still riveted on Jared’s nude form.
He was handed a spade and ordered to weed out the rows of in-bloom begonias; the intent behind the order unmistakable. Jared stared in wordless horror till the guard dropped his smirk and raised an eyebrow; then squatted down to get to the task, aware of how his position opened up his reddened hole for view. Knowing he’d shatter if he allowed himself to feel the humiliation of his current position, Jared forced himself to ignore his surroundings till he was only aware of the flowering shrubs and the stray weeds at their base.
“No. You can watch but you’re not allowed to touch, Kid.”
The words broke through his intense focus and Jared risked a glance behind himself to confirm that it was the newspaper-boy behind him, his outstretched hand in Olson’s grip. The boy made a petulant face but didn’t protest, staying for long humiliating minutes to enjoy the view before sighing and returning to the rest of his deliveries.
By the time Jared finished with the weeding, it was high noon and he was itchy from the dried ejaculate sticking to his skin and pink and sweaty from staying out in the sun for the long hours, but more than anything; he was thirsty. When he finally straightened after pulling out the last weed, he found Olson waiting for him in the cool shade of the porch. Scowling, he waited for the burly man to approach him, risking his wrath by requesting some water.
“I’ll bet you’re hungry to, huh?”
And the hunger pangs he had been struggling to rein in also made themselves known. He lowered his eyes submissively (even though it galled him to be so subservient) and nodded.
“In a bit,” The man answered, “You have one more task to get through before you’ll be allowed food and water.”
“Yes, Sir,” Jared forced himself to respond.
The man chuckled at his docile act- obviously seeing through it, and led him back into the house (which felt like heaven after the afternoon sun)and then right through it (making him walk slowly enough that everybody got a good, long look at the sweaty, captured cop) and out into the backyard. Jared tried to learn the layout of the house as he was walked through it, but his thoughts disappeared like mist before the sun when he was walked right into a nettle patch.
“Sit,”
“What?!” He whirled around to face the smirking alpha.
Olson stood at the edge of the nettle-patch in knee-high boots and thick elbow-gloves holding a plastic basket. “If you choose, you can crouch instead. Your task is to gather enough stalks to make a thin broom.”
Jared nodded, “Gloves?”
“Oh, you’re going to do it with your bare hands, Sweetheart.”
“Don’t call me Sweetheart!” He snapped.
The alpha just smirked with a dangerous glint in his eyes. Jared shuddered and bent to his task.
“Squat lower,” The man ordered, continuing conversationally: “Want you to get really up-close and personal with the lovely little things, you know?”
Jared swallowed and obeyed, keeping his legs tightly closed to minimize the area of contact with the nettles.
“Oh, that won’t do, no... Spread you legs, Sweetheart... wider... wider... yeah...”
Jared whimpered as he felt the pointy leaves press right against his crack at the new position. He clenched his eyes as the tip of one poked at his already swollen hole and hurried to gather as many of the horrible itchy things as he could manage. He was panting as he made his way over to the basket and dropped his collection, wincing when he saw the skin at his calf already beginning to rise to form nasty welts where the stinging barbs had brushed his skin. His hands were no better, the skin red and raised into weals from where he’d gripped the nettles... But the worst was the condition of his sensitive nether-zones; which already sensitive from the night’s abuse were now so swollen that he found just simply walking was a whole new torture in itself.
He was nearly in tears by the time they reached the porch which wrapped around the whole house.
“On your knees,”
His knees hit the floor instantly- in far too much pain to even think of objecting.
Olson lowered two wide-mouthed bowls before him, “Here.”
Jared stared, one held water and the other a thick, whitish, grainy paste of some sort.
“Eat up,” The man mumbled, “You are not allowed to lift the bowls off the floor, but otherwise; go wild.”
The man sauntered away, opening the door to step inside back into the welcome air-conditioning when Jared spoke up, “If you’re not going to watch then how would’ya know if I listened or not?” If I ran or not? went unsaid but not unheard.
“Who says I’ll not be watching?” The man returned with a laugh, gesturing at the blinking security camera mounted near the roof.
He felt silly for not noticing the two blinking red dots earlier; and blushed as he realized that given their positioning, all of him was bared to whoever was watching. Sighing in defeat, he pulled out the spoon from the mush and licked it clean- it was as lacking in flavour as it looked- and dipped it into the water bowl. He tried to spoon up the water and drink that way, but found himself far too thirsty to have the patience to quench his thirst that way. He debated lifting the bowl up to his mouth despite his orders not to, but ultimately decided it was not worth the risk and forced himself up on his knees and then lowered his head to lap at the water like an animal. It was only after he was done that he realized that he had inadvertently put on a show for the camera behind him.
A part of him wanted to refuse the tasteless, bland gruel; but the trained police officer in him reminded him that he needed the strength, if nothing else and forced himself to ingest spoon-after-spoon-after spoon of the horrible paste.
Olson appeared the moment he was done, leaving no doubt about the fact that he had in fact, been watching Jared. “C’mon, up! Break’s over, Sweetheart.”
Jared, in far too much pain to really be bothered by his nudity anymore limped silently behind the burly alpha, following him through a maze of corridors into what appeared to be a study. The stale smell of cigarettes and alcohol permeated the air and Jared found himself struggling to maintain the unflappable calm exterior he prided himself in at the sudden laughter that followed his entrance.
“Oh. My. God! What’ve you been doing to reduce him to this?”
Jared glanced at the guard and found him basking in the praise, “Nothin’, Boss... just some gardening.”
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Part 3