1 . Name: OP @ 2013-06-23 12:15

Trigger Warnings: NSFW, Non-Con, Rape, sex, gay sex, sex, rape, humiliation, piss, torture, gore, pretty much like everything. I’m a sick person.

Sniper groaned as he stirred from a dreamless blackness. His head pounded as his eyes fluttered open. He was disoriented, vision blurred. His body ached from head to toe. Senses came back to him as he took in his surroundings. He was on a slightly uncomfortable bed, the sheets itchy against bare skin.

He roamed his hands down his body, verifying that he was completely naked. He looked around the room warily, his movements still sluggish. The furniture was sparse. The twin bed was tucked into a dark corner of the room. There were no windows and only a single light illuminated the place, shining from a metal desk that looked bare.

He sat up and winced at the pain, blood pumping in his head. He grumbled and swung his legs over the edge. His feet met with cold, concrete floor, dirty and dusty. He looked to his left and saw a toilet, next to a stand a lone sink. He made his way to the sink and turned the faucet. A tiny stream of chilly water poured out. He used his hands to drink, then splashed it across his face, jolting him awake.

The room was unfamiliar, empty, and cold. “Where the fuck am I…?” He asked himself. He spotted a door, the only way out of the room. He knew before he even tried the handle that it was locked. It was a heavy steel door, no possible way of tearing the thing down. He came to the conclusion that he was locked in some sort of cell…

He tried to work it out in his head how he came here. He remembered waking up early that day, then went to battle… He can’t recall much of the battle or anything after that.

So he had been taken hostage? “Just my luck, eh…”

He made use of the toilet before moving towards the desk. He thought that he could use the lamp as a weapon if anyone came in, but the minimal steel lamp was bolted into the desk. The desk was bolted into the floor. He could always use his fists, but he’d be at a disadvantage if they had a weapon, which was inevitable.

He growled in frustration, then began pacing the small room, bare feet shuffling across the cold floor and stirring dust around him.

Why was he naked anyway? He stopped pacing, then shivered as he felt how cold it was in the room. He grabbed the blanket off the bed and fastened it around his waist.

He took one last look around the room before dropping onto the bed and dazing up at the cieling, fully alert and ears peeled for any sort of noise.

It felt like a little an under an hour had passed before he heard the first foot step in the distance, heavy shoes clacking against stone and echoing down a hall. He jumped up from the bed and distanced himself from the door, preparing himself for a fight.

He heard a key being inserted into the door, then turned. There was a click, then the door was swinging open.

“Ah. You are awake.”

“Whot the hell ‘m I doin in here, bloody frenchy?” He screamed, fists ready.

“We’ll have none of that.” The spy said calmly. In one swift motion, he flipped out his knife and threw it across the room. The knife embedded itself in Sniper’s left arm.

He let out a shriek of pain, hand flying up to clutch at the blade. Before he even had time to pull it out, The spy was in front of him and pulling the knife out of his arm. He was too shocked to notice as the spy grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head with one hand, and buried a needle in his side with the other. He felt the liquid enter his body, a hot warmth spreading through his blood like fire through gasoline.

“What the hell did you just stick me wit’?!” He screamed, thrashing around and trying to free his hands. The knife was at his throat in an instant.

“Have we learned nothing? You are not to speak unless spoken to. Got it?” His knife still close to Sniper’s throat, he glanced down. “And what is a dog like you doing wearing clothes?”

The drug he was injected with acted quickly, taking over his body. His muscles went lax, and he stopped struggling. He knees stopped supporting him and he began to sink to the ground. Spy let go of his hand and let the man fall to the ground in a puddle.

He reached over and tugged at the blanket, pulling it out from under Sniper. By now the man was a moaning mess on the floor. Sniper was trying to yell, but his mouth couldn’t make any words. His whole body tingled, and he couldn’t even find the strength to move.

“Much better…” Spy cooed, kneeling down in front of him. He reached out with a gloved hand to roll him onto his stomache. The touches were like sparks of electricity on his skin, his nerves going haywire with the drug. Silky smooth, light caresses made their way down his back and all he could do was mumble in protest.

He felt the hand travel past the dip in his back to the base of his rounded ass. Then he let out a mewl of pain as Spy brought his hand down in a slap, jiggling his butt with the force. Then again, and again, each time his mewls getting louder. It wracked his whole body with sharp, painful jolts. The rough concrete scraped against his front side, his member stiffening despite the pain.

“W…wwwaa diii yuuh puuu nn mmmee…” He struggled to say.

“Still speaking?” The spy said with disgust. “Some mongrels never learn…” He spat, slapping his ass once more before standing. His head facing away from the man, Sniper couldn’t see what he was doing. But the door opened, then closed, and he knew he was alone.

The drug was still spreading, intensifying every nerve ending in his skin. His vision swam as the plain walls began to bend and twist in to strange shapes. Then he was aware of a humming sound, but then he realized it was just him moaning. He felt lost as his vision began to fade into darkness.

TBC

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So I wrote this while I was stoned. Please don’t expect too much of me.