Oh, and not sure if I mentioned before but thank you all for the positive comments, everyone's so nice around here! x) I only wished I could have finished this thing earlier.
I honestly didn't expect something of this nature to happen, beatings and name-calling, yes, but nothing like this...
For some reason my gut tightened at the sounds that spilled from his mouth, barely restrained groans of pain as that man he had impressively knocked out earlier man-handled him. The boy's face remained in a tight frown as he grew quiet again, possibly trying to regain some semblance of control. He almost did, and I was surprised that he hadn't already given up after the first round. As I was dwelling over this, something struck me, it almost felt as if I was rooting for Connor, hoping that he would maintain his solid wall of defiance, and remain unable to be knocked down.
My thoughts of his courage and endurance dispersed as I heard a low growl sound from Connor, a shallow smirk appeared on my lips as the soldier who still had a red mark on his forehead tried to breach the boy. Grunting with effort, Connor shut his eyes and squeezed his muscles especially tight, trying to prevent the obstruction from entering. The man cursed as he gripped Connor's hips tightly and tried again, failing as he rocked forward.
"Ey, wot's the hold-up?" Hickey spoke, the increasingly disgruntled guard fixed him with a glare. "He's too tight somehow, I can't get in!"
"Wot? 'ow is that possible? Skipper here managed it before." Hickey shot back, seemingly bored with the abrupt stop of tormenting Connor. When he received no answer, he looked to the guard who had one hand on himself, placed directly in front of Connor; and made a crude gesture with his hands and mouth, settling back down with a smirk as the idea resounded throughout the men.
Watching the boy now as his face was set in concentration, mouth slightly ajar as he breathed in and out at a level pace. A thumb and fore-finger shot down and caught the boy off-guard as he parted his lips and shoved his girth in hilt deep. His eyes shot open, concentration significantly broken as he tried to shuffle backwards, releasing a muffled cry of agony as he was impaled deeply from behind. His breath snagged in his throat, eyes unblinking as both men had their hips pushed forward as far as they could manage. My own eyes frowned at this, my stomach still having that sick twist in it as the men began their urgent thrusts.
They were ruthless, sparing no thought for the boy they were mercilessly pounding into, their breaths coming out harsh but expressions something along the lines of glee.
It made my heart turn cold.
Unable to remain silent, he groaned with every pull and push, his fingers clenching against the ground as he still tried to move away. But he couldn't, he was effectively trapped between the two as he was forcibly rocked back and forth. The men reaming him refused to slow their torturous movements, as their hands grasped onto dark skin in a tight, pain-inflicting grip, and every once in a while ridiculing the boy, as if they needed to make him feel worse.
I couldn't help but cringe at the treatment he was receiving, and wondered if it would still affect him deeply after it was done. There was a whole bout of saliva on the man's prick as he grabbed the messy tangle of locks and drove himself deeper, he earned a sick gagging sound in return. On the other end, there was the sight of more blood, and I finally had to move away and descend onto the chair behind me, I could no longer see.
But oh could I hear, Connor's tired grunts and groans of displeasure, the slick, slapping sound of skin rapidly meeting skin and lastly the wet pops of another violating his mouth. I wondered again if he would ever be the same after this. Or might he simply move on? I did not know.
There were suddenly uncontrolled moans of pleasure as there was a distinct pause of movement, signalling their end.
I was relieved, but I'm sure that Connor would be more so.
A body slumped to the ground as the men stood and righted their clothing, talking amongst themselves in hushed voices, surprisingly. "Yep, he's had enough, boys." I rose to see inside once more.
"Heh, look at 'is eyes! Looks totally buggered to me."
The man who once held his head high in rebellion, now lay in a sweaty heap, legs still spread with fluids running down them, hair cast over his face as eyes stared dolefully ahead. "We're gonna cut ya loose now, see if you have enough energy to dress yourself." there was a distinct cut of rope and a thud of rough rags called 'clothes' hitting the floor before the men chortled and turned to leave, slamming the cell door shut. As soon as it did, the boy's face dove into his arms, if the shuddering movements of his shoulders and hitched breaths were anything to go by...
"Aw, no need to spoil the sport, Connor, they was just having a bit of fun." chided Hickey, and displeased upon hearing no response from the boy muttered a 'suit yourself' before retiring to his cot. Connor remained where he was, his rapid breaths evening out before he grew quiet once more, seemingly uncaring that he was still naked.
I took this as my cue and left my hiding place, the area in front of Connor's cell was conveniently absent as I made quick work of the lock and swiftly entered.
He did not attempt to move when I entered, his head still buried in his arms.
He was exhausted.
Not wanting to expose my identity just yet, I removed a sash from my coat and planted my knee between his shoulder blades as I knelt down. "No, no more." he sighed as he began to writhe underneath me weakly. I rested a palm on the back of his head and rubbed it soothingly, but it only helped in unsettling him even more. Not wanting to waste anymore time I wrapped the cloth around his eyes, to prevent him seeing, only for now. I then inspected him, and it was only when I chanced a look downwards was when I realised how brutal the rape had truly been.
I could not do anything about the dried patches of blood but I could assist in another way... Grabbing the 'clothes' that had been left by the guards I expected Connor to start moving, to possibly attack, but there was nothing. Frowning slightly I moved behind him and grasped his ankles, beginning to dress him, only hearing quiet mumbling, presumably the sound of protests. As I pulled the material past his knees, I meant to grasp at his hips in order to lift him but he suddenly skirted forward, his back still turned towards me. I saw the hand imprints and realised my mistake, smoothing a hand up and down his back, which was now shivering, I quickly pulled the waistband over his hips.
I reluctantly sat down, this felt rather silly, a grown man helping another grown man dress? Preposterous.
Willing away my reluctance I grabbed his arms and pulled him into an awkward embrace, his head falling back against my shoulder as I gained a plethora of unclean scents. After some twisting and turning, with close to nothing help from Connor's end I managed to pull the rough shirt over his form. He was lightly dozing by the end of it, and I decided to help him one last time. Some quiet curses and much of my energy depleted-goddamnit he was heavy! All of that muscle and he was not a very short man...
I left him on his side facing the wall as I removed the sash and backed away, taking one last glance at the prone form before backing away.
Guess who get's the award for crappiest surprise ending? ME! *bows* I was actually holding onto that idea that it was Haytham who was watching for the whole story *shakes head* and was gonna throw some bad stuff in there but I just played the sequence in AC3 when things don't quite work out between Connor and Haytham and... and they fight... /why does my heart, feel so bad? And yeah wanted to put Caring Papa!Haytham!!!
I know that last part of him changing Connor felt unnecessary, but this IS a kink meme, right? God, I'm tired...
Fill 4/4 - Connor's stay at Bridewell Prison :'(
Oh, and not sure if I mentioned before but thank you all for the positive comments, everyone's so nice around here! x) I only wished I could have finished this thing earlier.
P.O.V. switch! (again)
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I honestly didn't expect something of this nature to happen, beatings and name-calling, yes, but nothing like this...
For some reason my gut tightened at the sounds that spilled from his mouth, barely restrained groans of pain as that man he had impressively knocked out earlier man-handled him. The boy's face remained in a tight frown as he grew quiet again, possibly trying to regain some semblance of control. He almost did, and I was surprised that he hadn't already given up after the first round. As I was dwelling over this, something struck me, it almost felt as if I was rooting for Connor, hoping that he would maintain his solid wall of defiance, and remain unable to be knocked down.
My thoughts of his courage and endurance dispersed as I heard a low growl sound from Connor, a shallow smirk appeared on my lips as the soldier who still had a red mark on his forehead tried to breach the boy. Grunting with effort, Connor shut his eyes and squeezed his muscles especially tight, trying to prevent the obstruction from entering. The man cursed as he gripped Connor's hips tightly and tried again, failing as he rocked forward.
"Ey, wot's the hold-up?" Hickey spoke, the increasingly disgruntled guard fixed him with a glare. "He's too tight somehow, I can't get in!"
"Wot? 'ow is that possible? Skipper here managed it before." Hickey shot back, seemingly bored with the abrupt stop of tormenting Connor. When he received no answer, he looked to the guard who had one hand on himself, placed directly in front of Connor; and made a crude gesture with his hands and mouth, settling back down with a smirk as the idea resounded throughout the men.
Watching the boy now as his face was set in concentration, mouth slightly ajar as he breathed in and out at a level pace. A thumb and fore-finger shot down and caught the boy off-guard as he parted his lips and shoved his girth in hilt deep. His eyes shot open, concentration significantly broken as he tried to shuffle backwards, releasing a muffled cry of agony as he was impaled deeply from behind. His breath snagged in his throat, eyes unblinking as both men had their hips pushed forward as far as they could manage. My own eyes frowned at this, my stomach still having that sick twist in it as the men began their urgent thrusts.
They were ruthless, sparing no thought for the boy they were mercilessly pounding into, their breaths coming out harsh but expressions something along the lines of glee.
It made my heart turn cold.
Unable to remain silent, he groaned with every pull and push, his fingers clenching against the ground as he still tried to move away. But he couldn't, he was effectively trapped between the two as he was forcibly rocked back and forth. The men reaming him refused to slow their torturous movements, as their hands grasped onto dark skin in a tight, pain-inflicting grip, and every once in a while ridiculing the boy, as if they needed to make him feel worse.
I couldn't help but cringe at the treatment he was receiving, and wondered if it would still affect him deeply after it was done. There was a whole bout of saliva on the man's prick as he grabbed the messy tangle of locks and drove himself deeper, he earned a sick gagging sound in return. On the other end, there was the sight of more blood, and I finally had to move away and descend onto the chair behind me, I could no longer see.
But oh could I hear, Connor's tired grunts and groans of displeasure, the slick, slapping sound of skin rapidly meeting skin and lastly the wet pops of another violating his mouth. I wondered again if he would ever be the same after this. Or might he simply move on? I did not know.
There were suddenly uncontrolled moans of pleasure as there was a distinct pause of movement, signalling their end.
I was relieved, but I'm sure that Connor would be more so.
A body slumped to the ground as the men stood and righted their clothing, talking amongst themselves in hushed voices, surprisingly. "Yep, he's had enough, boys." I rose to see inside once more.
"Heh, look at 'is eyes! Looks totally buggered to me."
The man who once held his head high in rebellion, now lay in a sweaty heap, legs still spread with fluids running down them, hair cast over his face as eyes stared dolefully ahead. "We're gonna cut ya loose now, see if you have enough energy to dress yourself." there was a distinct cut of rope and a thud of rough rags called 'clothes' hitting the floor before the men chortled and turned to leave, slamming the cell door shut. As soon as it did, the boy's face dove into his arms, if the shuddering movements of his shoulders and hitched breaths were anything to go by...
"Aw, no need to spoil the sport, Connor, they was just having a bit of fun." chided Hickey, and displeased upon hearing no response from the boy muttered a 'suit yourself' before retiring to his cot. Connor remained where he was, his rapid breaths evening out before he grew quiet once more, seemingly uncaring that he was still naked.
I took this as my cue and left my hiding place, the area in front of Connor's cell was conveniently absent as I made quick work of the lock and swiftly entered.
He did not attempt to move when I entered, his head still buried in his arms.
He was exhausted.
Not wanting to expose my identity just yet, I removed a sash from my coat and planted my knee between his shoulder blades as I knelt down. "No, no more." he sighed as he began to writhe underneath me weakly. I rested a palm on the back of his head and rubbed it soothingly, but it only helped in unsettling him even more. Not wanting to waste anymore time I wrapped the cloth around his eyes, to prevent him seeing, only for now. I then inspected him, and it was only when I chanced a look downwards was when I realised how brutal the rape had truly been.
I could not do anything about the dried patches of blood but I could assist in another way... Grabbing the 'clothes' that had been left by the guards I expected Connor to start moving, to possibly attack, but there was nothing. Frowning slightly I moved behind him and grasped his ankles, beginning to dress him, only hearing quiet mumbling, presumably the sound of protests. As I pulled the material past his knees, I meant to grasp at his hips in order to lift him but he suddenly skirted forward, his back still turned towards me. I saw the hand imprints and realised my mistake, smoothing a hand up and down his back, which was now shivering, I quickly pulled the waistband over his hips.
I reluctantly sat down, this felt rather silly, a grown man helping another grown man dress? Preposterous.
Willing away my reluctance I grabbed his arms and pulled him into an awkward embrace, his head falling back against my shoulder as I gained a plethora of unclean scents. After some twisting and turning, with close to nothing help from Connor's end I managed to pull the rough shirt over his form. He was lightly dozing by the end of it, and I decided to help him one last time. Some quiet curses and much of my energy depleted-goddamnit he was heavy! All of that muscle and he was not a very short man...
I left him on his side facing the wall as I removed the sash and backed away, taking one last glance at the prone form before backing away.
Hm, perhaps I will attend the execution tomorrow.
After all, he is my son.
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Guess who get's the award for crappiest surprise ending? ME! *bows* I was actually holding onto that idea that it was Haytham who was watching for the whole story *shakes head* and was gonna throw some bad stuff in there but I just played the sequence in AC3 when things don't quite work out between Connor and Haytham and... and they fight... /why does my heart, feel so bad? And yeah wanted to put Caring Papa!Haytham!!!
I know that last part of him changing Connor felt unnecessary, but this IS a kink meme, right? God, I'm tired...