Disclaimer: Just let me say that I have not ever been, nor do I plan to ever be, a prison inmate! I really have no clue...but hey, I was willing to wing it, just so Marnie could get much Vin sufferage! Thanks for the beta, Marnie!
The road to hell is paved with good intentions. |
The burst of hot water flowing down his back did little to relieve the tension and aches radiating through his body, but Vin allowed himself to relish the warmth for as long as he could. He had three minutes, no longer, before the water would automatically shut off. Sure enough, like clockwork, the water cooled, the pressure went from a burst to a slight trickle and then to tiny drops which stopped dripping completely in seconds.
Vin quickly ran the towel over his body and his hair, just getting the excess water so that it would stop dripping. He didn't have much time before they would come for him, so he wrapped the towel around his waist and waited, alert and aware. Letting his guard down would get him dead. He was on his own here. The days of the Seven were over for him, there was no team to watch his back now.
He looked around the windowless room with its ancient communal showers and plain, old, dirty, tiled covered walls and floor. God, what he wouldn't give to be back at his apartment in Purgatorio, in his own bathroom, in his own shower. Hell, his place was like the Ritz compared to where he was now. Or better yet, to be back at the ranch with Chris. He pushed that thought away as soon as it crept in his mind. He refused to acknowledge the ache in his heart. Anything he had or may have had in the future with Chris was over and done with. Forever lost and best forgotten.
There was no use in wishing for what he knew he could never have. He was no longer Vin Tanner, ATF agent, Team 7 sharpshooter, best friend and lover of Chris Larabee. He was now Vin Tanner, inmate number 57052107, a life-time guest of Colorado's Maximum Security State Prison. Convicted for the murder of Jess Kincade.
The hell of it all was that he was innocent. Well, he did kill Kincade, but it wasn't murder, it was justice. The man made a fortune dealing heroin and crack in Purgartorio. He got his kicks turning kids into strung out prostitutes. Everyone from the local police to the DEA knew what he was doing, but he was untouchable. He was rich, powerful and he had friends in high places. His territory was Purgatorio, a place where the people had no hope and no power. Society didn't care about these forgotten people. But Vin cared. Try as he may, he couldn't get the evidence he needed. He couldn't get anyone to flip on Kincade, and he was told in no uncertain terms by the big shots he worked for to leave it alone.
But, he couldn't. It was in his face every day. He saw the devestation that the drugs brought to his neighborhood and to the families that lived there. It bothered him that no one gave a damn, but he did the best he could to get someone to pay attention to what was going on.
Then, one day, his twelve-year-old neighbor had died, naked in a stranger's bed with a needle in her arm, her body bruised and beaten. He had known her since she was a little girl. He watched her grow, and then he saw her future stolen from her by a man's insaitiable greed and the poison he sold to feed it.
Vin had seen the police cruisers at the building across the street from his own and had gone to investigate. He was let into the dirty apartment and when he saw her lying on the bed, his heart and his faith in humanity broke.
Something in him snapped. He tracked down Jess Kincade and put him down, like the rabid dog that he was, with a bullet in his brain. He had no regrets about that. It was justice, pure and simple. Too bad for him the jury didn't see it that way.
Vin knew he ended up being his own worst enemy at his trial. He made a lousy witness. He was honest to a fault, and he couldn't give the jury what they wanted. He had no remorse for what he did. He knew it, and they knew it. The last thing anyone wanted was a vigilante ATF sharp-shooter walking the streets.
Guilty as charged. He took the law into his own hands, became judge, jury and executioner and now he would pay the price. He did have some regrets though. He regretted that he'd spend the rest of his life in prison, but even that couldn't compare to the biggest regret of all...Chris.
Chris was furious with him. Not so much for what he did, because deep down he knew that Chris understood why he did it, and he understood that it needed to be done. But Chris also knew that Vin had killed their future together the moment he pulled that trigger. He wanted to help, but Vin wouldn't budge. He did it, and he'd pay for it. End of story. Only it wasn't the end. There was that one last piece of his old life that he needed to settle...Chris.
He'd been in prison for a little over two months. Each visiting day, a couple of the guys would show up with Chris. Vin would sit and imagine he was sitting at their table at the Saloon. Imagine it was just like it used to be. He would never tell them how hard it was to see them, or worse, to see them leave. He knew he had to store the memory of these times in his mind, so that he could go there when the guys stopped coming. And they would stop. Life would go on. There would be marriages, kids, other commitments. They would change and so would he. The world would keep turning, they would move on and he would be left behind. It would get too hard for them to see him wasting away in this place, and his own bitterness would change him. He had no illusions about that. It was just the way of things.
And then there was Chris. The last visiting day, he had come to see Vin with a new lawyer. The best lawyer Ezra's money could buy, he joked. By the time the lawyer left, Chris was so full of hope that Vin couldn't help but feel it, too. They were going to appeal. There were issues of jury tampering, a judge with a conflict of interest, and inept legal representation for Vin at the trial. So inept that they never took into consideration his state of mind at the time of the shooting. The lawyer was practically drooling at the thought of the publicity and notoriety that would come his way when he got the conviction overturned.
For a while, Vin got caught up in the excitement of a new trial. Maybe he wouldn't spend the rest of his days in prison. When visiting hours were over and he was led back to his cell, all his hope crashed with the loud bang of the locking door. Who the hell was he kidding? Things never worked out for him in such a good way, and the Kincade family had strong connections that ran high and deep. Hell, he knew that from the beatings he'd already endured in the name of Jess Kincade.
Vin knew what he would have to do. He'd owed it to Chris to see things through with this new lawyer, and he would. But, when things didn't work out, he'd set Chris free, because he knew he also owed him that at the very least. He couldn't bear the thought of Chris wasting his life pining for him. It would kill him, and it would hurt Chris, but Vin would ask him to stop coming to see him. If Chris didn't listen, then he would refuse to see him when he came. Truth was, he would be doing that for himself as much as for Chris. He just found it so much harder to accept his fate when he saw him. It hurt too much to see the man, and not be able to touch him or make love to him. His want and need were so strong that it left him completely empty and hopeless when Chris had to leave. He just couldn't survive in here if he constantly had to deal with what he lost and would never have again. He would let Chris go. He wasn't ready to do it just yet, but that day would come soon enough.
Vin was snapped from his thoughts when he heard the guards coming for him. He knew what was next and he absolutely hated the humiliation that was to come, but he learned that in this place everything had a price. Even a simple thing like a shower.
He was led down a long corridor, an unpleasant feeling creeping up and down his spine when he was walked past the usual room used after a shower, and was brought insted to a room at the very end of the hall.
When Vin stopped at the threshold, he was shoved into the room by one of the guards. Looking around, he realized that this must be some kind of break room. There was a small kitchen, with a table and chairs. A television was suspended from the ceiling and there were chairs scattered around the room. His unease morphed to full blown fear when his eyes rested on the open sofa bed and then on the knowing smirks on the guards' faces.
When it registered in his mind who the guards were, he knew he was fucked. Oh, God. This was it. It was time to pay the piper for his sins. There were four of them. Each had made his life a living hell since he arrived. Each being paid by someone connected to Kincade to make him suffer. Each the size of pro wrestlers, with the strength and muscles to match. No way was he gonna come out of this on top, but he'd try like hell to hurt as many of them as he could.
He was led to the center of the room and left there as the guards backed off.
"You know the drill, Tanner. Lose the fucking towel."
Vin hesitated, then he saw looks on the guards' faces and the batons they were holding. They wanted him to refuse. They just needed any excuse to beat the shit out of him before they did whatever else they had planned. He couldn't win here, he'd have to bear it and wait for his moment. When his worst tormenter, Sargent Ray O'Neil, stood in front of him expectantly, Vin knew his ordeal would get much, much worse.
"We ain't gonna wait any longer, Tanner. Strip."
Vin undid the towel and let it drop to the floor. He stood there naked, wishing the floor would open up and swallow him, while O'Neil walked around him looking him up and down, whistling in appreciation.
"Well, well. He sure is pretty, ain't he, boys?"
Vin moved to cover himself with his hands as the rest of the guards joined in with whistles and lewd remarks and suggestions.
O'Neil tapped Vin's shoulder with the baton. "Don't you dare move those hands. Keep them by your side until you're told differently. Understand me, boy?"
Vin didn't say anything as he moved his hands away from his privates and back to his side, and he was stunned when O'Neil sent the baton crashing into his stomach, doubling him over till he could catch his breath.
"I asked you a question, boy, I expect an answer." He grabbed Vin by the hair, standing him back up straight. "Do you understand me?"
"Yes."
O'Neil smiled and quickly jabbed Vin again with the baton. "Yes, Sir."
Vin looked at him, unable to keep the hate from showing his eyes or the contempt from his voice. "Yes, Sir."
"Lace those hands behind your neck and spread those legs."
Vin did as he was told, nearly losing his balance when one of the other guards kicked at him, pushing his legs father apart.
O'Neil was standing in front of him again. "Open your mouth."
Again, he did what he was told.
"Open it wider. Good boy. Now, stick your tongue out. Move it side to side. Now lift it up. Okay."
Vin closed his mouth, only to have O'Neil grab him and squeeze his jaw painfully. "Did I tell you to shut your mouth?"
Vin started to shake his head, but saw that one of the other guards was poised to hit him.
"No. No, Sir"
"Then open it up, nice and wide, you stupid fuck, and keep it open until I tell you to shut it."
Vin stood there in the middle of the room, with his hands clasped behind his neck, naked, legs spread and his mouth wide open for endless long minutes, while his tormentors watched him. He wanted to hurt them. Wipe the smug smiles off of their faces. He wanted to beat the shit out of them all. Hell, one on one, he may have a chance. But four to one... Nope, he was right, he was fucked. He had to give the pricks credit, they were doing a great job of making him feel lower than low.
After what seemed like hours, but was only minutes, O'Neil stood in front of him again. "I'm gonna stick my fingers in your mouth, you know, just to make sure you ain't hiding anything. Bite me, and I'll break your fucking jaw."
Vin managed to keep himself from biting the fingers that invaded his mouth. He gagged when O'Neil stuck a finger way down the back of his throat. But he made it without biting or hurling his guts up.
"You can close that pretty mouth of yours now, Tanner."
Vin quickly complied, grateful for the relief.
He never saw the backhander, that sent him crashing to floor, coming. He glanced at O'Neil, saw the huge smile on his face and he lost it.
Vin was up off the floor in a flash. "You fuckin' prick," he screamed at O'Neil. Vin managed to get within an arms' length of him before the guards grabbed him and pulled him away. They dragged him back to the center of the room, two of them holding him in place while the other taught him a lesson with his fists. It wasn't enough to really hurt him, just enough to subdue him a bit.
"That's enough," O'Neil commanded, stopping them instantly.
"Assume the position, Tanner. Hands clasped behind your neck, and spread those legs real wide."
Vin stood the way he was told, He was getting tired and feeling sore from the little lesson the guards just taught him.
"You look good like that, Tanner, real good."
Vin tried to ignore the husky voice, but once again, O'Neil grabbed his jaw, squeezing.
"Where are your manners, boy? Thank me."
Vin's temper got the best of him. "Thank you? What the fuck for? You piece of shit!"
Vin flinched when O'Neil came at him with the baton. To his surprise, it was rubbed gently at his shoulder. O'Neil began to glide the baton across Vin's chest, and down his stomach. As he worked it lower, caressing the inside of Vin's thighs, the smirk on the man's face looked positively evil to Vin.
He realized he would have been better off if O'Neil would just beat the shit out of him, but he knew that he wouldn't be that lucky today.
Vin tensed, feeling the baton poke at his cock and slide back and forth between the his ass and his balls.
"I gave you a compliment, Tanner. Told you you look real good standing like that." Using more pressure on the baton against Vin's body, he continued, "Show me you got manners, boy."
The pressure against his balls was beginning to hurt, and as much as it killed him to say it, he managed to choke out the words O'Neil wanted.
"Thank you, Sir."
"Good, boy. Tanner."
O'Neil stepped away, taking the hated baton with him. "Slide them legs a little closer together."
Vin started to do so, feeling a little relief in his cramped muscles.
"That's enough."
His respite was short lived as he watched O'Neil hand a pair of latex gloves to Simmons, the guard who was standing slightly behind him.
"Bend over and grab your ankles, Pretty Boy, gotta make sure you ain't hiding anything in that pretty ass of yours."
He knew this was coming, but still, the urge to make a break for it was overwhelming. They wouldn't be expecting it, and he could take advantage of their surprise, take a few of them out and make a run for it.
The atmosphere in the room had changed. He could feel it. Glancing at the guards, he could see that they did, in fact, know what he was thinking. More to the point, they were hoping he'd try it.
Still though, if he could just get away from this room, he'd go...Where? Hell, he was in a fuckin' prison. There would be no Team 7 waiting somewhere outside those doors to save his ass. Fuck, his ass belonged to the guards in this room, and no trying to make a break for it would change that.
He tried to relax his body, knowing it would make it a little easier on himself if he wasn't so tense. He looked at the guards, seeing their disappointment that he didn't run, but enjoying the defeat they saw in him when they knew he realized he couldn't stop the inevitable.
"Bend over, Pretty Boy. Now!"
Vin took note of the smiles the guards wore as he bent over and grabbed his ankles. Body searches were a part of his life now, but he'd never get used to it. He hated the violation, the degradation of men sticking their fingers in his most intimate places without his consent. Hated being looked at and examined like he was some prized animal.
The minute he felt a gloved hand resting at the small of his back, he closed his eyes, hoping against hope that it would be over quickly.
Vin felt Simmon's hands rubbing and squeezing his ass. He was trying to shut out what was happening to him, when O'Neil lifted his chin with the baton.
"Open those pretty blues, and look at me, Tanner. I wouldn't want you to miss a fucking minute of this."
"Franklin, come on over here and spread Pretty Boy's cheeks for Simmons."
Roughly pulling his cheeks apart, Franklin taunted, "Very nice, Tanner, very nice." Humiliation washed over Vin and he squeezed his eyes closed against it.
O'Neil slapped him hard across his face, "I told you to keep your fucking eyes open. Don't make me say it again. And do I have to teach you another lesson in manners, you stupid shit?"
Vin's face was stinging from the slap. He shook his head. "No, Sir."
O'Neal placed the baton under Vin's chin to lift his head up. Vin stared right into O'Neils' eyes, determined not to cower before the man.
"Well, what do you have to say to Officer Franklin?"
"Thank...Thank you, Sir."
O'Neil smiled smugly at him, patting him on the head. "Good, boy."
"Get on with it, Simmons. And don't bother to slick your fingers. Tanner won't mind. Pretty boy like him, I'm sure he's used to things going up his ass."
O'Neil got the laughs he was after and then nodded to Simmons.
Vin tensed when he felt a finger breach him. He tried to relax, taking slow breaths. As Simmon's finger was sliding deeper inside of him, O'Neil was using the baton to keep him from lowering his head.
Vin let out a breath when the finger slid from his body.
"How old are you, Tanner?" O'Neil asked.
When he didn't answer, O'Neil nodded to Simmons, who, without any warning, jammed two fingers inside of Vin.
Vin gasped and bit his lip.
"Keep your eyes on me, you piece of trash. Answer me! How old are you?"
Simmon's began pushing his fingers harder and deeper into him. His way of demanding an answer to the question.
"T...Twenty-six. I'm twenty-six, Sir," Vin spit out through gritted teeth.
"Only twenty-six and you're in here for life. Sucks being you."
Even Vin had to agree with that. "Yes, Sir. It does."
O'Neil laughed. "Bent over with two fingers up your ass, and you make jokes. We must not be doing our jobs right. Well, I'm sure we can fix that."
Vin cursed himself. Sometimes, he really was his own worst enemy. He got a moments reprieve when the fingers once again slid from inside of him. He watched and waited for what would come next, trying and failing to ignore the pain in his backside.
Still bent over, with his head held up by the baton under his chin, Vin was acutely aware of his body's aches and pains. He and O'Neil were still maintaining eye contact, but he was finding it harder to keep his position, and he wanted nothing more than to put his head down and relieve the pain in his body.
"You're the talk of the prison. Know that, Tanner?"
"No, Sir."
"Way I hear it. A lot of the guys in here want to kill you, seeing that you put them here. The rest? They heard how pretty you are, and they just want to fuck you." O'Neil laughed as a thought struck him. "Bet you'd like to give your ass up, wouldn't you. Be the prison bitch?"
"No. No, sir."
"I heard you were really something. Heard you were the best fucking sharpshooter in the country. That true, boy?"
Vin wasn't sure how to answer. He figured O'Neil probably already knew , so he went with the truth.
"Yes, Sir. I am...I mean, I was the best."
"And what are you now?"
Vin looked at him, genuinely confused by the question.
Shaking his head, O'Neal smirked at him while addressing the other guard.
"Simmons, I don't think you were thorough enough with your search."
O'Neil put his hand up to signal Simmons to wait before he went back at Vin.
"I'll tell you what you are, Tanner. You're nothing. Nothing but a piece of meat in here. For the rest of your pathetic life, I own your ass. You're gonna spend your days sucking cock and spreading your ass for anyone I see fit to give you to. You're a whore, Tanner, good for nothing but sucking and fucking."
Vin began to struggle, trying in vain to stand up, but he was easily kept in place by the guards surrounding him.
O'Neil gave the signal to Simmons to finish with him.
Completely unprepared, Vin screamed when Simmons thrust his fingers into his hole and began to fuck him, gleefully jamming, what felt to Vin, like all of the man's fingers inside of him. Simmons was violently working him, relishing in his grunts and cries of pain. Vin started to pant, unable to catch his breath, and before he knew what was happening, his legs gave out and he fell to the ground, finally ending his torment when he fell away from the fingers that violated him.
No sooner did he hit the dirty floor then O'Neil was crouched next to him. Vin cried out when he was pulled up by the fist full of his hair.
"Get on your knee's, you fucking whore. The party's just getting started."
A life time of survival insticts and years of training, both on the streets and on the job, kicked in. "Fuck you," Vin cursed as he went at O'Neil. With more strength and power than any of his jailers imagined he possessed, Vin took his stand. He took great pleasure in the well aimed kicks and punches that he landed, taking extra satisfaction in the grunts and groans coming from O'Neil.
But, the guards had the advantage of size and numbers, and the virtue of not being a naked, beat on prisoner, on their side. Vin's stand was over seconds after it begun, and soon, the only blows landing were the one's aimed at his body.
Vin curled up, trying to protect his tender middle and genitals. He couldn't stop the cries of pain from slipping past his lips, even though that only made the guards hit him harder. He wondered if this was how it was going to end. Would they go too far, and just beat him to death?
Finally, the blows stopped and Vin had nothing left to struggle with when O'Neil took his leather belt, fashioned it into a collar and leash, and slipped it over Vin's head, until it rested around his neck.
O'Neil wrapped the leash end of the belt around his hand and began pulling him up. He pulled hard, laughing at the panic in Vin's eyes when the belt tightend around his throat.
"Get on your hands and knees, Tanner," O'Neil demanded, continuing to pull on the leather to get him to comply.
Fear of being choked to death had him doing what was ordered.
O'Neil licked his lips. "You belong on your hands and knees. My dick is getting hard just looking at you." Laughing, he slapped Vin's ass. "Later on, I'm gonna turn that ass nice and red."
Vin tried to protest, but before he could speak, the belt was pulled, tightening around his neck.
O'Neil motioned the other guards to go and stand near the wall, across from where he had Vin waiting.
"See my boys over there, Tanner? Looks like they got all hot and bothered seeing you like this, seeing that nice tight ass. Looks like your gonna show them just how much of a fucking slut you are. Now, you're gonna crawl over there on your hands and knees, and you're gonna beg them to let you suck their cocks."
"NO! NO! I ain't gonna do it. You fuckin' bastards. NO!" Vin yelled. He got up off his hands and knees, frantic. He struggled, trying in vain to get the belt out of O'Neil's hands so he could get away, but all he was managing to do was cut off his air supply.
O'Neil took advantage of Vin's fatigue and lack of air. He jabbed the baton into his stomach, bending him over in pain. He grabbed a handful of his hair and kicked at him, sending him back to his hands and knees.
Pulling Vin's head painfully back, O'Neil crouched down next to him. Vin's eyes widened as O'Neil prodded his asshole with the baton.
"Oh, God. No! Don't...Please, please don't. " Vin pleaded.
O'Neil laughed at him, then let his anger show in his tone. "You do like I told you and crawl the fuck over there and suck us off, or I swear, " he paused, pushing the baton into Vin's passage, fucking him with it, enjoying the cries of Vin's pain and discomfort, "I'll shove this thing so far up your ass and fuck you with it till you scream, before I bring some Purgatorio gang bangers in here to enjoy a piece of you. You understand me, Tanner?"
Gasping for air and fighting against the pain being inflicted on him, Vin brokenly choked out his answer. "Y...Y..Yes, Sir."
Pulling the baton out of Vin, O'Neil yanked on the leash. "Crawl."
It felt like he was crawling for miles. He tried to block out the sounds of the guards laughing at him. Calling him names. In all his life, Vin didn't think he was ever so degraded and humiliated as he was right now. He wanted to fight, knew he should, but he was hurting all over and was so, so tired that he just couldn't find the will anymore.
He must have stoped crawling for a second because the leash was pulled, moving him forward. He could not believe this was happening to him. Being led like a dog by a home made leash and collar, naked, crawling on his hands and knees to beg these assholes to let him suck their cocks. God, he wanted to throw up.
Vin was stopped in front of Franklin. He was pulled up to stand on his knees, so that he would have use of his hands. The thought crossed his mind to try and run, but one look at O'Neil caressing the baton changed it. There was no way out of this. He just had to do what they wanted and try to live with himself when it was all over.
"Pull out the man's prick."
Vin swallowed and with shaking hands he unfastened the button on the pants, pulled the zipper down and freed Franklin's cock.
"Ask him nicely, Tanner."
"Can I..su...suck your cock?"
Franklin slapped him across the face. "You'd better ask me like you mean it, boy."
"Can I..su...Can I s...suck your cock, please, Sir?"
"Yeah. Let me see how good you are with that pretty mouth. Suck my cock!"
Vin hesitated, then, feeling the baton running along his backside, he resigned himself to do what he had to do. He thought to himself, I can do this, I can do this. I've done it plenty of times before. I can do this. Only, he knew that this was not like before. He was not a willing participant, he was being forced, was being raped.
"Suck him off. Now!" O'Neil demanded.
Vin began to work the cock in his mouth. He started slow, licking and sucking, while his hands played with Franklin's balls.
Franklin's grabbed Vin's head, as he began to fuck his mouth. "Yeah. That's it. That's good. Yeah." Vin felt like he would choke each time the cock hit the back of his throat. It didn't take long, and he tried to move away when Franklin came, not wanting it in his throat. But, Franklin was having none of that. He held on to Vin, not letting him move. When he came, Vin did find himself gagging and choking on the cum that was forced down his throat and dripping from his lips.
"You're a real good cocksucker, Tanner. You're gonna be mighty popular in here," Franklin laughed, pulling out of Vin's mouth. "Now, get back here and lick me clean."
Vin wasn't allowed a second of rest. As soon as Franklin was satisfied, the leash was pulled and he was crawling to the next guard, and to the next after that. When he was finished, he was pushed down to his hands and knees again and warned not to move. Vin tensed when O'Neil stepped in front of him.
"Look at me, Tanner."
When he didn't raise his eyes fast enough, O'Neal yanked on the leash, and grinned at the defiance he saw in Vin's eyes.
"Still got some fight in you, Pretty Boy? I like that about you, Tanner. You're just too fucking stupid to know you're beat."
Vin couldn't help himself. He just couldn't take much more, and he couldn't help voicing the contempt he felt.
"Go fuck yourself, you sick fuckin' prick."
O'Neil laughed out loud, "No. The only one that's gonna get fucked is you," he taunted, enjoying the look of utter fear that played across Vin's face.
"You're a mess, Tanner. You stink like the whore that you are. Time to clean you up."
O'Neil motioned for Vin to follow him. Vin tried to stand, only to be stopped with a vicious tug on the belt. "Uh-uh. On all fours, like a good dog."
"NO!" Vin yelled, going at O'Neil, grabbing him, taking him down, punching and fighting hard. "I ain't a damn dog, you bastard! I ain't anyone's whore!" Vin hissed. In seconds the other guards surounded him. He fought as hard as he could, but he was no match for them in the condition he was in.
As soon as the baton hit him in the small of his back, he went down, gasping for breath. It was over as quickly as it started. Vin cried out in pain when he was pulled up and then pushed down on his hands and knees again.
"You just made a big mistake, Tanner. Now, let's move."
Vin was led across the room to the bathroom. The water was turned on, and he was pushed under the stream of cold water. He was pulled out of the stall, and led back into the room, shivering and dripping wet.
Any hopes that he held for these men to be done with him were crushed as he was dragged over to the bed, where O'Neil was waiting for him with his pants already undone and his hard cock exposed.
Vin was roughly sent to his knees in front of O'Neil. Wasting no time, the sergeant ordered, "Pull my pants down." Vin began to pull the garment down, when the gruff voice ordered, "My underwear, too."
As soon as he slipped the clothes down O'Neil's legs, hands twined in his hair, pulling his head up. "I've been looking forward to this, Pretty Boy. Let's see if the boys are telling the truth. Let's see if you really are a great cock-sucker."
Vin hoped that if he did what he was told, and got O'Neil to come, maybe this would finally be over for him. He didn't fight it, he did his best to get the man off. He licked and slowly sucked the cock in his mouth, then he sucked harder and faster. He went back and forth between taking his time, and then increasing his speed and pressure. He figured he was doing something right by the grunts and moans coming from O'Neil.
He felt a sense of relief when he thought O'Neil was gonna climax, and this ordeal would be over until he was ordered to stop. "Lick my balls...Ah! Yeah! You got a talented mouth and tongue, Tanner. Ahhhh. Good. That's real good."
Vin was confused when O'Neil turned around and bent over the bed. He didn't think the man was the type that would want to be fucked in front of his buddies. In private, probably, but not with his pals watching.
He learned, soon enough, that his complete and total humiliation was the order of the day. "Lick my ass, you fucking whore!"
Vin was repulsed. He had no problem with consenting adults doing whatever they wanted to, but this...this was all about degrading him as much as possible. He tried to back off, but he ran up against a wall of guards. He knew he couldn't get away, and he just wanted this to be over, so, to his everlasting shame, he reluctantly did what he was told, all the while feeling the last of his pride and dignity dying.
O'Neil let Vin work him for a few minutes before signaling the guards to grab him. Before he knew what was happening, he found himself struggling to get away while the guards picked him up and threw him face down on the bed.
Simmons held him down, while Franklin cuffed his hands to the metal frame the thin matress rested on.
O'Neil handed a piece of cloth and a neck tie to Franklin. "Gag him."
Vin continued to struggle, pulling against the metal cuffs to no avail. He panicked when he saw Franklin coming at him. "NO! Stay the fuck away from me. Don't fuckin' touch me. Leave me alone, you fuckin'..."
His tirade was cut off by Franklin trying to stuff the cloth in his mouth. Vin fought back the only way he could think of. He bit down, as hard as he able, on the fingers in his mouth.
"Owww! You mother fucking cock sucker. I'll fucking kill you!" Franklin screeched, furious at Vin, punching him in the face, stunning him long enough to push the cloth in his mouth. Then, he secured the gag, taking great enjoyment in pulling the necktie so tight that it cut into the corners of Vin's mouth.
O'Neil positioned Vin so that his arms were stretched tight until the cuffs prevented him from moving any further. His head was pressed down touching the mattress, while his lower body was in a kneeling position with his backside sticking up in offering.
O'Neil climbed on the bed behind him, his hands rubbing Vin's ass gently, then surprising him with a hard slap. Vin grunted, his ass stinging from the slap laid on him. O'Neil kept at him, hitting harder, and harder with each grunt and hiss that Vin uttered. Vin's cheeks were burning so intensely that he couldn't help but squirm to escape the blows.
"Don't you fucking move. I like you right where you are. Your ass looks mighty fine all nice and red like this."
Feeling his cheeks being spread apart, Vin squeezed his eyes shut. He tried to brace himself, but was completely unprepared for the violation when it came.
O'Neil took Vin dry, penetrating him with one harsh, violent thrust. Vin screamed into the gag, his ass on fire, feeling like he was being split in two. He was moaning in pain. Unable to hold back, he screamed each time O'Neil slid his cock back into him.
"That's it. Scream like a bitch." O'Neil was ruthlessly pounding into Vin. "Not such a big shot ATF man now, are ya, Tanner? You're nothing. Nothing but my bitch."
Pain was consuming Vin. He was past the point of hearing anything O'Neil or the others said to him. He was long past his level of endurance and he felt no shame as he begged and pleaded, "Stop, please, please stop. No more, please, please stop. Please."
But O'Neil had worked himself into a frenzy, and he never heard the muffled plea. He continued to fuck Vin, fast and hard, as his climax built. He came with a long moan, pulling out and shooting his cum all over Vin's back and ass.
Vin collapsed on the bed in pain as soon as O'Neil pulled out of him. His arms and shoulders were numb, his wrists bruised and bleeding from the cuffs that held him prisoner. He couldn't catch his breath, and he knew that his blood was mixed with the fluid dripping from his ass, down his legs.
He was left alone for a moment while the guards sat back to see their handy work and to plan what would come next. He lay there, taking deep breaths, trying to get himself under control.
Vin didn't think he'd ever been as overwhelmed by pain as he was right now. He felt it everywhere, but what was doing him in now was the crippling ache building in his heart.
He longed for Chris. He needed him to ease his suffering, needed to feel the comfort of the man's arms around him. The hopelessness of his situation finally hit him, and it hit hard. His life would be all about walls and bars. It would be a constant fight for survival. And there would be more of this. He'd be used again. He would fight, but he was only one man and he was no match for gangs of men intent on a piece of his ass or his life.
The thought of living this everyday was heart-wrenching to him. He would lose his spirit and his will by inches. His pain, body and soul, was intense. He felt the burn of tears building, but there was one lesson he carried with him since he was a child...'Never let em' see you cry.' So, he refused to let one tear drop fall, allowing himself, instead, to see a picture in his mind of Chris and himself, riding together on Pony and Peso, riding free across the ranch, running toward the mountains.
The image was so clear and so real that he could smell the pines, and the horses. He could hear Peso and Pony whinny and his and Chris's laughter.
He wanted to stay there, riding in the wide open spaces. This was where he could escape his new life, because this was where Chris was and that meant he would always be safe and loved. Chris was the only person he trusted with his life. The only person his heart desired, and loved completely.
Vin was abruptly brought back to the here and now by O'Neil pulling his head back by his hair.
"Open your eyes and look at me, Tanner."
Vin tried to ignore the him, but the sound of the voice and the pain from his hair being pulled had him opening his eyes and staring into the face of the man who was not yet done with him.
"That's it, Pretty Boy. Though, you ain't looking so pretty right now. I just can't figure you out. You had it all. Part of a team that's become a legend, you're well known, were well respected, but you threw it all away over some drugged up, little whore bitch, who would probably die on the streets anyway."
O'Neil held Vin's jaw, forcing him to keep eye contact. He undid the gag, wanting to hear an answer. "Was it worth it?"
Despite everything that he was forced to endure, he didn't even have to think twice about it.
"I'd kill the fuckin' prick all over again." Vin whispered softly. "He got what he deserved. Yeah, it was worth it," he rasped out.
"Wrong answer, Tanner. The Kincade family is gonna make sure you regret it."
Vin flinched, feeling one of the guards pulling his legs apart and positioning himself behind him.
"I want to hear you say it, Tanner. Tell me how you're nothing but my fuck toy. My very own bitch whore," O'Neil snarled.
Vin stared hard at him. "Fuck you!"
"Wrong again." O'Neil grinned down at Vin as he stuffed the gag back into his mouth.
Vin bit down hard on the gag trying to keep from screaming as he was raped again. He tried his best to make it as hard as possible for the guard to keep taking him. He squirmed and tried to shake the guard off of him to no avail.
The pain was paralyzing. Vin found himself whimpering into the gag. He wondered how he would survive this happening to him over and over again. One way or another, he realized, he would not die in this prison an old man. Sooner or later the guards or some other prisoner would get to him and kill him. He found a sort of calm acceptance. He would not be here for years, he'd be free. He felt at peace with that. He stopped struggling and let himself fall into the dark oblivion that was calling him.
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He hurt. His whole body screamed in pain. He guessed that that meant he was still alive but he couldn't find it in himself to be grateful for that just yet. He tried to move, but quickly thought better of it. He couldn't control the moans or hissing breath he let out whenever he so much as twitched.
Vin let his eyes scan as much of the room that he could without moving. He realized that he was in the infirmary. He heard someone calling his name, and he turned his face slightly to focus on the doctor who was speaking to him, asking him if he remembered what happened to him and who did it.
Closing his eyes, all he would say was that he didn't remember anything, then refusing to say anything else, he drifted off to sleep.
Vin next woke to find O'Neil standing by the bed.
"Heard you don't remember what happened. Best keep it that way. You understand me, Tanner?"
"Yes, Sir," Vin said bitterly.
"Good for you. You just remember that I can get to you any time in here. Just remember that your ass belongs to me now." O'Neil sat down next to the bed. He leaned over, talking softly. "Tell me what you learned today, Tanner. Tell me that you understand now that you're nothing but my whore. Tell me!"
"I'm..." Vin hesitated, seeing the huge, smug smile on O'Neil's face when he thought that he had finally broken Vin's spirit and was going to hear the words he'd been waiting to hear since this started.
"Speak up, Pretty Boy. I don't have all day."
Vin glared at O'Neil. "I'm nothin'....Nothin' but the man that's gonna kill you!"
The beaten, abused man in the bed disappeared, replaced by the predator, a man who would see justice done no matter the cost. The man who would kill to right a wrong.
O'Neil found himself backing away from the bed. He was pinned to the spot by the blue eyes piercing his own. He didn't see fear, he saw contempt and hate. He saw retribution.
Vin smiled, seeing the fear in O'Neil's eyes. "Watch your back...Sir," he said, as he once again let the darkness claim him.The End