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‘Don’t try anything cute.’ Chris bit back a snarl as his eyes locked on the barrel of the gun pointed to his head. He wanted to snap back something because it wasn’t in his rowdy nature to take threats lying down. He nearly did and as if possessing a sixth sense Wesker fixed him with a sideways glance. The blue eyes cooled him instantly, all the icier without the shades. He pressed his lips in a line so tight they turned white but held back his bite. Look at him… He was finally maturing…

‘Cuff yourselves to the wall. That pipe should do nicely.’ Chris didn’t have to turn to know what the armed man was talking about. It was common knowledge that the R.P.D. was a repurposed museum and most of the bones of the building retained that older aesthetic. It always struck Chris as odd when he walked by a room coved wall to wall in modern surveillance tech while guarded by ivory statues but it was one of those bizarre things he’d eventually learned to overlook.

The S.T.A.R.S. offices located on the second floor were not exempted from this strange duality. The pipe he was forced to back up against was thick, the diameter roughly the size of a clenched fist, and it was securely bolted around the room. It served no purpose now but the way the bolts were fitted into the wall would require an entire renovation to take apart so until the necessary funding was scrounged together Chris and his mates would continue to live with the metal eyesore.

‘Hey, now. Anyone getting rowdy will be dealing with a busted knee. You crawling works just as well for us.’ A snicker chorused from the group and Chris could practically feel the other officers’ ire. His own blood was boiling with it.

‘There’s no need for that. We’ll comply.’ Wesker seemed to be the only one still cool among them but Chris found that unsurprising. Very few things were egregious enough to ruffle the captain’s feathers and apparently the pressure of being taken hostage wasn’t one of them. He was addressing the nameless infiltrator but his words were obviously meant for his team. Wesker didn’t need to add it was an order. Chris heard a few muttered grumbled but the shuffling of heavy boots told him the guys were reluctantly doing as told.

‘Wow. Didn’t expect anyone with a brain to work for the R.P.D.’ Chris glared at the man who’d been running his mouth until then. He must have been the leader. He wanted very few things other than to punch that snarky smirk off his face. Wesker didn’t rise to the bait and his exceptional calmness kept the others in check. ‘Each one of you cuff the other. I want to see both hands. No tricks.’

The clinking and twisting of cuffs filled the uneasy silence. One by one the Alpha and Bravo team settled down with their backs against the walls and their arms raised so their wrists could be hooked around the pipe. Each minute movement made was trailed by the barrel of a gun and Chris knew for a fact the others were actively holding themselves back from acting out. Even younger men like Forest and Joe bit down on their anger as they let Barry bind their wrists.

There were five armed men in total and Chris couldn’t understand how those dipshits made their way through the precinct full of cops, armed and dangerous until they’d reached their office. They’d been completely caught by surprise. Chris had been half way through telling a stupid joke to Jill and Barry for fuck’s sake! This had been planned. Exceptionally and meticulously planned. Chris didn’t think those five men were the only ones either. The walls of their office were particularly thick and soundproofed since they dealt with sensitive information on some of their cases but the men carried radios and they were in communication with someone. From the snippets Chris caught, he gathered those degenerates were there to break out one of their low-life friends and they’d planned this operation so well they’d practically steamrolled the building from the inside out.

More than seven similar teams were split around and subduing the other parts of the department but S.T.A.R.S. was one of their priorities. Their branch was known for being the most efficient and as such needed to be kept in check immediately. Perhaps that’s why they were graced with the presence of their leader. Chris hated to admit it, but they’d been horrifically efficient. He supposed nobody expected a group of criminals to be as calloused as to storm a place crawling with cops but evidently that’s what the fuckers had been counting on. He had no doubt there would be some serious investigations into how such a large number of armed outsiders even got into the building but that was a worry for another day.

The men made their way down the line pressed against the wall until three remained standing. Wesker, Jill and himself were the last S.T.A.R.S. members to go down. Wesker sat, his demeanour stoic and back straight as if he was doing an unpleasant duty but it had be done so why prolong it? Chris didn’t make a move to reach for his cuffs so Jill did it. She looked apologetic for doing this like it was her idea to put her captain in this position but she didn’t hesitate. Chris figured he’d be next and he finally stopped glaring daggers at the men, his blazing eyes briefly drifting over Wesker’s figure. His stony expression betrayed nothing but Chris could tell he was pissed. It was in the tiny flare of his nostrils and the almost imperceptible narrowing of his eyes. Without his shades the signs were practically a loud scream to Chris but someone who hadn’t been around the man as much as he would think nothing of them.

‘Hold on, I didn’t know there was such a fine piece working for S.T.A.R.S.’ Chris’ blood went from boiling to icy in seconds, so fast it paralysed him for a split second. The leader’s eyes were fixed on Jill in a way which could only be called creepy. He whistled and Chris noticed the other men turn to stare as well. A second man whistled. ‘A sexy woman like this shouldn’t waste her assets with the cops. How about you show us what you’re packing under that uniform honey?’ Chris was about to snap but Jill was faster.

‘Fuck you.’ Her eyes roared and Chris was tempted to take a step back. She was one of the more level-headed people he knew but when he saw that murderous glint in her blue eyes he knew to get out of the way.

‘That’s a great idea sweetheart! We got time to kill and some entertainment is always welcomed.’ The man grinned, showing his sharper than usual teeth and Chris heard the other degenerates chuckle hungrily. They were getting closer, no longer deeming it necessary to keep a close eye on the handcuffed officers.

‘Why don’t you come a little closer and say that?’ Jill’s voice dropped another frosty octave.

‘Oh my, a feisty one?’ They snickered and Chris felt his fire re-ignite. He tended to lose any semblance of a cool head when it came to his friends on the best of days… Numerous disciplinary talkdowns after a dumb bar fight to protect one of his friends’ names were testament to this. ‘I’ think I’ll do just that.’ The man took a step towards Jill and Chris knew she’d have absolutely no problem smashing his face into the ground but that gun was firmly locked on her chest and he didn’t like it. In a rare display of rationality, Chris understood that even between the two of them they’d have little hope of taking the five men without putting the others in serious danger. It was stupid resisting but it was equally unacceptable letting that filthy hand touch one of his friends.

‘Don’t fucking touch her.’ Chris stepped between them, shielding Jill with his larger body. He knew she was annoyed and she was also one of those self-sacrificing souls who found it hard to bite their tongue when someone she cared about was at risk. They worked so well together for a reason…

‘Chris!...’ He felt her slender fingers dig into his arm and heard the edge to her voice but Chris remained resolute and forced the man’s blocked gaze to focus on him.

‘Step aside Cassanova or you’ll just take her place.’ Clearly the fucker expected Chris to cave at this vile threat but he didn’t. His face blanched some but he was even more determined if anything to spare Jill from such a repulsive fate. The man regarded Chris with a raised eyebrow and smirked. ‘I don’t care whose hole I wreck so think carefully before you make your decision.’ To punctuate his lascivious intent, the man dragged his gleaming eyes the length of Chris body slowly, as if sizing the cut of a fine piece of meat. It made Chris’ skin crawl and he squared his shoulders all the more determined to block Jill from him.

‘Go walk into traffic.’ The man’s grin widened a little as if Chris had said exactly what he’d hoped he’d say. Chris had stared into the faces of murderers and felt less apprehension but he refused to show it. He felt Jill’s fingers dig harder into the shirt on his back and tense. She stopped trying to move him out of the way because she couldn’t and after hearing the intentions those animals had for her it didn’t come as a surprise she’d hesitate.

‘Maybe after I’m done with you. Hey, lady cop.’ Jill’s body jumped like a livewire touched her skin and Chris got ready for a fight. As stupid as it was he’d be damned if he was going to let the sleazebag get to her now. ‘It’s your lucky day. You get to keep your legs closed. Shame really. You would have loved getting railed by us.’ The men chuckled and Chris’ stomach turned. The man’s eyes remained locked on his, daring him to back down. He licked his lips and the soldier’s stomach flipped again.

‘Well, cuff her. Or would she like a piece of the action after all?’ The men whistled and catcalled like the horny beasts they were and Chris heard his friends hurl insults at them, at least until one of the assholes kicked Richard hard enough for him to groan. Chris knew if he dragged his feet longer the guys would just try to help more but end up incurring more wrath and he couldn’t let them get kicked around for his sake.

He turned to grab Jill and shake her just a little to snap her out of her stupor. They locked eyes and a whole silent conversation ran between them. It resulted in reluctant remorse on Jill’s end and reassurance on Chris’. There was no point in both of them getting abused… Chris could read the unspoken, shameful gratitude in Jill’s eyes and he gave her arms a good squeeze. There was no shame in this. They both knew she would have done the same for him had things happed a little differently. Jill sat and raised her hands so Chris could wrap the cuffs around her slender wrists but left them loose.

‘Now, now. Tighten them. What did I say about being cute?’ Chris had underestimated the man’s sharpness. He bit the inside of his cheek but twisted the metal until Jill was secure. ‘Very good. If there’s one thing I like about you cops it’s that you can follow an order.’ Chris got back to his feet and waited. He couldn’t put any more hate into his glare if he tried.

‘Oh that’s nice. I like that look. Let’s see how long you can keep it.’ Chris wanted to spit at the smug bastard but every time a combative thought ran through him all he had to do was glance at the row of hostages being held at gunpoint. They may be the most trained branch of the force but none of them could take a bullet to the head and live to tell the tale. With a sinking heart the stark reality finally settled fully in Chris’ head. This was no longer just about Jill’s safety. What was to stop the men from turning their guns back on the growling figures yanking on their handcuffs futilely? It wasn’t a new thought but Chris had been too blinded by rage to fully appreciate the magnitude of his helplessness. The only one who remained silent and unmoving was Wesker. Like a calculating statue he simply observed, the complex gears in his brilliant mind turning in circles normal people couldn’t possibly comprehend.

‘Why the hesitation? Your clothes will just get in the way.’ The man leered at him and Chris blinked dumbly. He understood the words but the implication took a moment to register. Here? He wanted Chris to get naked here? In front of everyone?! ‘You get it’s not too late to change your mind right? Or do you need a little more incentive?’ The gun barrel moved from Chris’ chest to another target. He didn’t bother looking to see who because it didn’t make a difference.

‘Wait! I’ll-I’ll do it…’ There was a slight waver to his voice which hadn’t been there but Chris refused to be intimidated. He hated the idea of being forced to undress in front of the guys not because he was shy about his nakedness. Hell, he shared a locker-room with just about everyone tied to that pipe at one point or another but the humiliation stemmed in the powerlessness of the act. It was demoralizing but far from enough for Chris to let Jill do the same in his stead.

He made an effort to keep his mind blank and practical, peeling the layers of his uniform off one by one in as quick a manner as possible. He imagined this was just another instance when he’d been on call and they had to deal with an immediate situation. Chris didn’t have enough fingers on his hand to count the number of times he’d been relaxing at home only for his phone to buzz and he’d had to jump into action. The uniform wasn’t necessary in its entirety in those instances but certain parts, such as the cavalier vest and clothes loose enough to allow proper mobility were a must. Chris wasn’t looking at the men staring across his revealing body with appreciative eyes because he didn’t want to see the growing lust. It was there. He could hear it in their vulgar encouraging to show more skin.

‘Well then. That uniform did you no favours.’ Chris glared at the leader and fought the urge to look away. The darkness of his eyes reminded him of a predator through and through and it chilled the blood in his veins. ‘Give us a spin.’ Chris swallowed thickly and turned his back to the criminals, definitely making it a point not to meet any of his co-workers’ eyes. Fortunately, the few faces his gaze involuntarily drifted over were already looking away and giving him as much privacy as they could. Chris’ heart only sank a little when he realized he was standing right before his captain who didn’t look away. His blue irises burned into Chris’ flesh like brands and a shiver rippled up Chris’ spine.

‘Hands behind your back pretty boy.’ Chris knew this was coming and didn’t hesitate. He figured the man who’d been careful enough to plan a subduing assault on the R.P.D. wouldn’t be stupid enough to allow his freedom. He heard the approaching footsteps and Chris considered flipping and taking the man down but didn’t. Five guns. A roomful of hostages. Those were not good odds. Hands closed around his wrists and pulled them together. Chris balled his fists when the man used unnecessary force to pull his arms back and he hissed despite his best efforts when he felt the strain in his shoulders.

The cold metal of the silver cuffs locked around his skin and their locking click had a note of finality to them. He knew from messing around with Forest in the past he couldn’t break free with sheer force alone and his wrists were not slender like Jill’s. To hammer the futility of an escape attempt further the man tightened the binds so much, Chris felt his skin burn. That was by design. He didn’t know what this guy’s interaction with the cops had been in the past but it was obvious he held a personal disdain for his kind and now he had one to take this anger out on. Chris couldn’t begin to comprehend how bad that was for him yet… His mind simply didn’t lurk in such deprived corners.

‘You two, move that desk over here.’ Chris couldn’t see where the man was pointing but it didn’t matter. It was in this room! The realization those animals were going to gang rape him in front of everyone was as visceral as if someone turned his blood from liquid to solid and it dropped all the way to the floor. He’d assumed, he’d even hoped, they’d drag him out and have their way with him somewhere out there because he couldn’t have imagined they’d be that unhinged.

‘Wait! No!’ Chris tensed and tried to turn then but it was too late. The man was large and held him firmly. His panicked glances over his shoulder showed two of the others push one of the tables close to where he was standing. The contents of it had been carelessly brushed to the floor and Chris heard the shatter of glass and porcelain as well as the flutter of stacked paper.

‘Yes. You wanted to be a hero right? Let them see. Put on a good show and maybe they’ll want a turn next.’ The guys yelled insults at that, Forest among the most vocal but it did nothing to stall the mocking hyenas. ‘Don’t fight me or you know who’ll pay the price.’ The man’s voice held a leer to it and Chris bit his lip but stopped trying to free himself. He didn’t need to see guns fixed on his friends to visualize them.

‘Coward…’ Chris’ voice was a strangled whisper but he knew the man heard it. He loathed the answering chuckle.

The man yanked on the chain between his hands and led Chris backwards so two nameless thugs could drag the furniture to the spat he’d been on. Chris stared at the well-used wood, pen scratches and dents marking the surface. A rough palm shoved him forwards and the edge tripped him so he fell heavily on the desk. Chris groaned when his shoulder smacked heavily against the edge with no way to halt the fall. He was pushed forwards until his ass was hanging over the other end, completely unprotected and exposed for the vile gazes to observe. Chris couldn’t help shivering and clenching his fingers but the threat still hung over his head like a sword. This was going to happen. He had to accept it or it would be even tougher to take.

‘A nice view.’ Chris felt his cheeks burn and he pressed his forehead to the wood because fuck if he’d give anyone the satisfaction of letting them know how much the words got under his skin. His insides twisted when hands began touching up his thighs and hips, groping his muscles and smacking his ass. The slap was too loud and when the men laughed in delight he got another. Chris’ breath left in a rapid gasp but he was silent otherwise. He couldn’t hear any of his teammates make noises and he hoped they weren’t staring. After the fourth burning handprint, the fingers dug into the meat of his cheeks and pulled them open. Chris pulse quickened.

‘Looks tight.’ Chris couldn’t imagine a more demoralizing humiliation that having a degenerate stare at his clenched hole. His own fingernails were pushed so harshly into his palms the crescents drew blood. He had his eyes screwed shut but they snapped wide when the man pushed a finger all the way through him. He hadn’t expected it and his body froze with the shock of the dry intrusion, the air leaving his lungs in a razor sharp gasp. ‘Love it when I’m right. You haven’t used this hole at all, have you? Shame. Lucky us. Don’t worry, we’ll loosen you up right away.’

The finger inside his ass felt revolting to Chris and he whimpered, despite his best to hold himself back, when it crooked. He felt tears gather at the corners of his eye but furiously blinked them away. The digit pulled and pushed back inside his body and it was just as bad as the first time. Chris wanted to yell at the man to stop but what if he did and swapped him out with Jill? It was impossible for him to back out now, not knowing what those beasts were willing to do. The leader repeated the thrusts of his finger through Chris and the man was really trying to ease into the abuse. It was ridiculous but his body reflexively clenched the first time and the finger pushed through with more force. It stung like a bitch. Still, it wasn’t like he could just turn off a switch and have his hole stop clenching around the intrusion…

‘At this rate one cock will break you and you have five of us to take. Makes no difference to me. If you can’t hack it we’ll just swap you out, hm?’ That was Chris’ biggest fear. He whimpered again, teeth biting too harshly into the soft meat of his bottom lip and made more of an effort to focus on his breathing and held the frustrated tears back. He shook all over with relief when the finger left him and didn’t return. He didn’t know if that was it for the prep and some rational part of him hoped it wasn’t. One finger was certainly smaller than an erection and he wasn’t ready to get violated yet.

‘You know what? I’m actually feeling charitable today.’ Fingers pulled his ass apart again and a second later Chris heard the man spit and felt the heat of it on his flesh. He pushed down the urge to gag as the heat of the saliva slowly trailed down the line of his crack to his hole. A fingertip rubbed some of the spit along the opening before pushing most of it inside. The man spat on his pucker again and pushed that inside Chris too, the digit driving the unpleasantly warm sleek all the way through him. ‘Wouldn’t want this fine hole to break too soon. Didn’t count on snagging a virgin though. You’re about to have a good time hero. I bet you’ll beg for more cock by the end. I know a slut when I see one.’

‘Fuck you…’ Chris’ voice barely rose to a whisper and it sounded strained even to his own ears. There was a very obvious tremor to it which screamed how affected he was.

Two fingers were pushing through him now, shoving his tight tunnel apart and no amount of spit could make the process smooth. Chris was back to shutting his eyes like a child huddled under a blanket to hide from the cruelty of the world but he couldn’t escape the sting of being forced open over and over. The men were whistling and calling him slut as his ass learned to stretch around the digits. It never became easy but it was more manageable and Chris’ pulse steadied some. Naturally this was the moment the man stopped and the soldier’s heartbeat returned to jackhammering.

‘You’re hole’s twitching. Still hungry for more? Don’t you worry. You’ll get stuffed plenty.’ Chris’ knew his face was red from the way it was burning and it spread all the way down the back of his neck. ‘Since I’m a good leader I think I’ll let my boys have a go first. They’d been patient long enough.’ At that the other cheered and hooted. Chris couldn’t recall a single one of their faces no matter how hard he tried. He’d been mostly focused on the man barking orders but the one thing he recalled was their youth. Those were horny, randy young men with plenty of stamina.

‘Who wants to go first?’ Chris took a moment to order his panicked thoughts as the voices talked over one another in a bid to stick their dicks into his tight hole. ‘Have at him then.’ Apparently a consensus was made and Chris had a second where nobody’s hands were on him as feet shuffled around. He heard zips and belts get undone. His ears strained to catalogue every sound as he waited, every second taking far too long to pass. The only people making noise were the assailants and for a blessed time Chris was able to forget all the people cuffed and unwillingly participating.

‘Always wanted to fuck one of you pigs. Never thought I’d get the chance.’ The new voice held no kindness to it. Chris sucked in a sharp breath when he felt the wet heat of something hard nudge against him but he could have never been ready for the sudden stab ricocheting up the ladder of his vertebra as the full length thrust violently forwards. Chris mouth opened in a silent gasp. The burn of it muted him. It felt far too similar to getting stabbed for comfort, something Chris had unfortunately experienced in the past a number of times.

‘Shit, you’re tight like a virgin. Sorry boss, didn’t quite believe you. Thought all cops were whores.’ The others agreed. Chris was too focused on riding out this intense pain to pay the demeaning insult any mind. He was shaking like a leaf and he knew he was crying from the way his sight blurred.

The man began moving and Chris whimpered. The cock was seesawing through him and it fucking hurt. The man was fucking into him with vehemence and his pleased grunts turned Chris stomach. He sobbed and told him to stop in broken, breathless syllables but of course the abuse continued. The others were cheering their friend on, telling him to give Chris something to cry about.

‘One of you do something about his bitching. Can’t fuck him properly with all his whining.’ Chris hadn’t even registered the man was talking about him until someone grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head back. A well-timed thrust of the impaling cock forced his jaw open with an exhale and something was shoved between his teeth. It was soft and whomever was holding his hair pushed it all the way into his mouth until Chris nearly gagged on it. He couldn’t tell it was his own briefs. The cloth muffled any further noise and once satisfied the hand let his head drop with a thud back across the table.

The obstruction in his mouth meant Chris had to breathe through his nose and it was harder to get enough oxygen into his lungs. His gaze drifted with no real destination in mind. He saw Jill was quietly crying herself and she was hiding her face into one of her arms. Good. He didn’t want her to look at him. Chris feared she was still entertaining some stupid thoughts of shame at having let Chris get raped in her place because he knew he would. Seeing her was a good reminder that he’d done the right thing and his sobbing subsided some. The pain wasn’t as acute either and he thought he could endure.

‘I think he’s getting used to being a cock sleeve. I warmed him up good for you all.’ A bunch of whistles and Chris felt rage blind him to everything else for a split second. At least until the member cut through him again.

He didn’t want to look at Jill anymore because her unwarranted self-deprecation was breaking his heart so Chris’ eyes drifted to the left and froze. He hadn’t expected to get caught in Wesker’s penetrating gaze. Had the man been watching this intently the whole time? Even through the blur of shedding tears, the irises penetrated and held onto Chris’. He didn’t know how but he knew Wesker had been steadfast in his scrutiny and Chris wanted to hide. There was no disgust or repulsion, or any betraying emotion really, on the captain’s face and Chris made a muffled sound, low and pathetic.

‘Oh yeah. Almost there. Take it all bitch!’ Chris yelled and his voice was subdued by the cloth when the man increased his tempo even further. He knew the guy was about to cum. The way he was grabbing onto Chris’ hips was sure to leave bruises. Chris wanted to look away from Wesker but it was like the other had a physical chain around his throat. He felt compelled to keep the eye contact. Chris couldn’t explain it.

The man’s rhythm began stuttering and it was no surprise to Chris when wet heat spurted through him. He bit hard on the makeshift bid to fight the sheer disgust of this asshole’s cum filling him up. The man was breathing hard and moving through him a further few times until he was emptied. Chris lowered his eyes at the humiliation but a moment later he rose them to find Wesker’s just a fraction narrower. Somehow he felt like he’d done something wrong and a fresh sheen glassed his eyes as more tears gathered to spill.

‘Move over. My turn.’ Being suddenly empty was an immense relief to Chris but he knew it wouldn’t last. ‘Damn dude! You filled him up to the brim. Look at how much cum is flowing out!’ The new voice giggled and pulled his ass apart to display Chris’ hole. He could feel the cum run down the inside of his thigh.

‘What can I say? I was pent up. Didn’t bank of fucking such a tight cum bucket. Plenty of room left though.’ Chris heard the words but he found it hard to reconcile they were talking about him. Was that what he’d been reduced to? A cum bucket for the gratification of those assholes?

‘Well good ‘cos I’m pent up too.’ The two snickered at the crude joke. Chris knew it was coming but he still yelled silently when he was re-filled to the brim. This one was just as eager to rut inside Chris as his companion. Chris was back to banging his thighs against the edge of the desk with each rough trust and gasping out his shallow breaths. He snapped his eyes shut, trying to accommodate like he did before. It came easier with the added lubrication and previous stretching but it was no less unpleasant.

Reluctantly Chris slowly opened his eyes again and settled them hesitantly on Wesker. He felt embarrassed at having been called…. Such filth in front of the other man but there was no change to the blonde’s expression. It confused Chris a little. He expected at least a hint of repulsion. Like before, Chris was under a spell as his body rocked harshly across the wood. It took him a moment to realize Wesker’s lips were moving silently and slowly so he could make out the words. Chris found it hard to concentrate but he focused on the deliberate movements of the thin lips. It was strange staring at Wesker’s mouth while he was getting fucked by a stranger but Chris ignored the thought.

Chris… Wesker was mouthing his name. Once he understood a soft noise, softer than all the others, escaped him. Wait, there was more. Once Wesker realized Chris was paying attention he said something else. This was longer and harder for Chris to figure out with the repeated distraction. Wesker was patient however and slowly moved his lips over every syllable until he saw Chris understood.

Eyes on me. Chris heart skipped a beat and his gaze sprung back to Wesker’s. He might as well have added, that’s an order. Chris wanted to say something, he wasn’t sure what, but his muffled words were a string of groans and his eyes misted. He wanted to get away from the man fucking him and crawl to safety, the safety Wesker seemed to represent at that moment. His unexpected calmness was so out of place in this situation but the more Chris stared into the unblinking irises the more he seemed to get swallowed by them. He didn’t realize it but his breathing was evening out, his body subconsciously mirroring Wesker’s steadiness. There was solace in the way Wesker stared at him and Chris groaned or moaned or both for him, losing himself in the absolute attention.

‘Oh sweet fuck, he tightened up. Bitch is loving my cock.’ Chris barely heard the man. If he was feeling anything akin to a tremor of pleasure the nameless criminal had nothing to do with it. The more he studied the cerulean blues of Wesker’s eyes, the more his groans lost their pained edge and the more he yearned for his captain to take him. It was an out of place notion, one he hadn’t fully articulated before but once it seeped into his mind it took over like a fast acting virus.

He’d certainly found Wesker handsome, that much he’d admitted to himself but he hadn’t gotten to the point where his occasional glances turned to more. Maybe the occasional filthy dream hinted at it but Chris hadn’t put two and two together… until now. As he was getting railed by the second man that night he realized how much he wished that man fucked off and Wesker took over. It was probably just a coping mechanism, his mind seeking some refuge in the familiar but he ran with it.

‘If he keeps shaking his hips like that I’m gonna cum. The slut must love getting raped. Cock hungry bitch.’ More cum filled Chris and he whined, deep and low into the muffler. His wet eyes were notably darker and lustier. He was grateful for the cloth in his mouth because he didn’t need the other S.T.A.R.S. members to hear his pain free yell. If Wesker had any idea of his effect on Chris he didn’t show it.

‘What did I tell you lads? I know an ass hungry for cock when I see it.’ Rowdy cheers and Chris swallowed thickly. The shame returned full force and so did the sobbing. He wasn’t like that! He wasn’t… But then why had he moaned while getting violated? Confusion muddled his thoughts and fresh tears blinded him. Without the forgiving calmness of Wesker’s stare, panic set his pulse charging. It was like a switch had been flipped and he shook violently as his wrists pulled at the cuffs with no hope of breaking free.

‘Oh no. Guess he didn’t like hearing the truth. Fortunately…’ A heavy set of steps neared Chris from somewhere. ‘I got just the thing to loosen him up and keep him that way.’ Voices around Chris became a cacophony. A bunch cheered and a bunch yelled abuse. He didn’t know what his friends were seeing but their outrage terrified him. Chris was whining something before he was yanked to his feet so forcibly he stumbled backwards into the waiting chest.

He yelped at the unexpected strain in his shoulders and while he was blinking pained tears away the briefs were pulled out of his mouth. Everything was happening fast enough for Chris’ head to spin and his jumbled thoughts jumped from panic to pain to confused. He closed his jaw and winced, a shiver of pain running through the bone after having been forced to stay gaping so long. A blink later his hair was pulled back harshly until his neck arced painfully and his jaw slacked, sending more shivers down his spine.

Something hot clamped over his mouth and slid inside. It tasted bitter and in the second it took Chris to understand the leader of the group was shoving his tongue inside his mouth, he pulled back. Chris wanted to spit whatever the man forced inside his mouth but the man’s hand clamped over his lips and with the other still holding his head back Chris had swallowed or risked choking. He yelled into the palm because he had no idea what drug he’d just been fed but it couldn’t be good. He could feel it burn all the way to his stomach and he pulled on the grip, definitely losing some hair in the struggle but he couldn’t break free.

‘Hey now. I’m only trying to help you be yourself sunshine. You’ll thank me later.’ The hand on his mouth moved but it was too late. With his neck bent like that he couldn’t even scream his frustration. His legs were shaking from the previously endured abuse and Chris felt like he might collapse at any second. In spite of every cell loaded with repulsion he used the man’s chest as a way to prop himself upright. This close he could feel the heat of the stranger’s breath on his neck and he’d never felt more wretched.

‘Don’t know if you even needed the help. Looks to me like you’re loose enough already.’ Chris gasped when a hand reached for his cock and gave it a firm squeeze. He was half hard and he could taste his mortification. The man laughed gruffly into his ear as he moved his hand up the member slowly. Chris twisted in his hold, trying to dislodge him but an especially cruel pull on his hair put him in his place.

‘The S in S.T.A.R.S. must stand for slut.’ He absolutely detested the jeering laughter, all the more so as the hand started working his dick to an unwilling erection. He tried everything to stop from plumping up but the stimulation was getting to him weather his mind agreed or not. Mercifully, Chris’ eyes were forced to fix on the ceiling and he didn’t have to see his friends turn in disgust as he was drawing pleasure from the abusing hand.  

Wesker was probably watching. Chris blinked, shocked at the unexpected thought. He hadn’t meant to think of the other man but he knew it must be so. Wesker hadn’t turned away from anything else so why would this be the exception. Chris whined deep in his throat, his imagination running away from him. His skin was getting hotter and his blood seemed to flow with more ardour. He didn’t feel right and a far too distant, rational thought told him this was the effect of the drug rushing through his system. Thinking of Wesker only turned up the heat to a boil. Chris didn’t try very hard to stop from picturing his captain watching him become undone. That same unperturbed gaze was definitely watching his cock, now fully stiff, leak with precum.

‘You’re panting like a bitch in heat. Feels good doesn’t it?’ Chris hated to admit but yeah, with every trickling second the hand moving over his cock felt better and better. The edges of his mind were becoming fuzzy. He was getting tunnel vision about everything else except the pleasure. And the blue eyes watching.

His head twisted to the side and the man’s tongue pushed inside his slack mouth again. Chris thought he should be repulsed and try to push the snaking tongue rubbing against his own out but it felt good. Everything felt heavy and stifling. He thought he moaned but he couldn’t be sure. His body felt far away from his thoughts.

Eyes on me…

Chris heard the rumbling voice so clearly in his voice, Wesker might as well have whispered into his ear. He wanted to do what he said but when he focused his lust addled gaze he didn’t find the right eyes looking back. This was all wrong. In a wilful act of defiance so perfectly true to his character, Chris bit on the tongue pushing too deeply down his throat. The man reared his head back and cursed. He let go of Chris and the soldier stumbled on drunk feet, barely keeping from toppling over. He thought someone cheered but sounds were even harder to figure out than his topsy-turvy surroundings.

‘Bloody bitch! Fine. You want to be put in your place so badly? Some whores need a firm hand to learn.’ The walls were spinning around Chris like he’d had one too many shots as he was shoved back onto the table. His chest slammed against the wood and the breath rushed out his lungs. He was gasping and blinking when the man buried himself all the way to the hilt. Chris’ mouth fell slack and his eyes rolled back a little because this one was different from the other. Not only was it bigger but it slammed into something which didn’t make him want to scream. Not in pain. He was hating this but wanted more? The warring, contradictory thoughts pushed more impotent tears rolling down his cheeks and he could make even less sense of things. Everything was just so chaotic and with no calm in this storm Chris felt adrift.  

‘Two cocks and still so tight? You’re in the wrong profession.’ Chris was hearing moaning and he was too out of it to realize he was the one making the sounds. His flesh burned under his skin and the only thing which brought some relief was the slam of that cock splitting him apart. When the head battered something deep inside him his mind went blank for a second and it felt amazing, like nothing he’d ever felt before.

Eyes on me…

That’s right, Chris needed to find something. His memory was fizzling at the edges but that was one thing he refused to let go of. He craved to find the man who gave him that order and follow his instruction. Chris made a superhuman effort to twist his head and his lazy eyes moved over a number of familiar faces. He couldn’t place all their names that very second but he recognised them as people he cared about. Very few were looking back at him and none of those felt right. Chris paused for a moment on a man who looked like he was on the verge of crying and Chris wasn’t sure why. He was feeling good. There was no need for tears. He distantly remembered the man’s name was Brad. Trying to understand why Brad looked so horror stricken was taking too much effort and he moved his gaze away.

‘I don’t even think you were trying to be a hero, slut. You just wanted an excuse to get stuffed.’ Chris heard the words from far too far away to make sense of them. He continued to pant and moan as his hooded eyes shifted down the line with no small amount of effort. The whole thing took less than a minute but time moved differently to Chris. It felt forever and he nearly gave up hope, more tears prickling the edges of his eyes. Finally his blown pupils settled on the pair of grey blues and everything hushed.

Chris found the one solid thing around him. Wesker might as well have been a statue. Chris didn’t think he’d moved an inch the whole time and he shivered under the icy smoulder. He moaned, the pleasure still prevalent through his system but he was no longer thinking of the cock ramming into him. He was moaning for his captain and he wished his thoughts had enough sense for him to articulate words but he had to hope Wesker would get the searing hunger he held for him. How much of that was the drug he couldn’t imagine but in that moment it really didn’t matter. All Chris knew was that he wanted Wesker to fuck him senseless and he was absolutely imagining that he was doing exactly so.

‘Next? Cum’s dripping out of him and he’s still shaking his hips for more.’ Chris hadn’t realized the man came already. He didn’t have to wait long before he was blessedly reduced to moaning once more.

‘Let’s keep score. Leave him with a memento so he remembers us when he’s in his right mind again.’ Chris felt the tip of something move over the curve of his left buttock. It was followed by some laughter at his expense.

‘Nice. Give it here, I got one.’ A moment later more curves and lines. He was high but he still understood the men were writing stuff on his skin. He didn’t care. The only thing he cared about was the way his consciousness was slipping and he was struggling to keep his eyes open. He refused to break the eye contact with Wesker. He didn’t know what would happen if he did but his disorganised mind told him he simply couldn’t take his eyes of the blue irises.

‘Add me to the tally. Fuck this ass milked me good.’ Hands pushed his cheeks apart and an obscene amount of fresh cum leaked out of Chris. He could feel it. ‘Like a fucking waterfall!’ Those same hands smacked his flesh and he gasped at the sharp sting, the shock of it waking him a little.

‘Stop playing man. My dick’s fit to burst already.’ Chris groaned softly when another rod slid into him with an ease which should have appalled him. ‘Five cocks and still a tight squeeze. Damn! I’ve paid good money for worse hookers.’

Chris was hanging over the precipice as lewd, wet sounds followed every skin on skin slap of the man’s thrusts. His voice was pushed out of him in soft sighs since even moaning took too much out of him. Chris’ glassy eyes were dizzy and he wasn’t really seeing anything anymore. His heart sank a little when he realized he couldn’t do what he’d been instructed to. The sway of letting his eyelids shut was too hard to fight and he wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes on his captain but hopefully Wesker will forgive him… He tried to put all those unspoken emotions in one baleful glance and he thought he saw Wesker give him a small nod which he took as acceptance. Maybe he was only seeing what he wanted to see but he felt a weight he didn’t know was hovering over him lift off.

‘He’s getting kind of quiet. Guess five rounds is his limit.’ Chris knew what that heat shooting through him was and he murmured unintelligibly. He was as lifeless as a ragdoll.

‘Just as well. We have to move. Should have been gone by now but it would have been criminal to leave that ass untapped.’ The laughter cut through Chris like glass. He blinked slowly when he had his head pulled back by the leader, his stare settling on the man but distinguishing no features. ‘Thanks for the entertainment. You were a fine slut, hero.’ He tapped Chris’ cheek and let his head drop back down. The man’s satisfied grin was branded into the soldier’s mind before Chris knew no more.

***

Wesker waited until the last criminal left, their premature cheering echoing down the hall. They obviously thought themselves in the clear but they’d get a rude awakening very soon. The other S.T.A.R.S.s began clamouring and struggling with their binds as soon as the threat of getting shot was gone but he was more focused on the unconscious man breathing in rapid, shallow gasps before him. He couldn’t be sure which drug Chris digested but he could make an educated guess from the rapid stimulating effect on his system and if he was correct, the man needed immediate medical attention.

He knew that no matter how hard they yanked on the cuffs, the others wouldn’t manage to free themselves. He considered his options. He had the strength to break the chain but there was a risk to getting caught. A minute one considering the circumstances but Wesker wasn’t prone to taking chances. Was Chris’ life even worth the possibility of outing himself as a Progenitor Human? He was just another dispensable tool after all…

His enhanced hearing picked on a very soft sigh and he tugged his wrists free before he realized it. It sounded like Chris laboured to get that one pleading noise out of him even if he’d done so unconsciously. Wesker glanced around once but it didn’t seem like anyone had been watching him. A reckless impulse completely out of character for him really but what was done was done.

‘Captain! How?...’ Wesker knelt in front of Jill and hastily unlocked her cuffs.

‘The chain was worn. Release the others.’ He didn’t wait to see if she questioned his explanation before he moved to Chris. The man was a mess. Wesker was too pragmatic to be horrified but he noted every detail to his brilliant memory. The bruises along his hips and thighs were darkening already. Insults and cruelties were written in black sharpie along the cum stained skin of Chris’ ass and back. An arrow pointed down the length of his coccyx to his hole with the words free cum bucket written along it.

Wesker undid Chris’ cuffs before carefully turning him over. The unconscious man moaned softly, aware of his touch to some extent which was an encouraging sign. Wesker noted the stains on his abdomen and knew Chris came more than once from the amount of it. Just another hasty observation he filed for later. When he pried Chris’ eyelid open, the irises didn’t respond to the light which wasn’t a good sign. He could hear the unsteady, slowing rate of the man’s pulse even before he pressed his fingers along Chris’ jugular.

‘Chris.’ He used the same level tone he always did and he tapped the man’s cheek with the back of his hand but he barely elicited a response.

‘Captain! Here!’ Wesker glanced up to find Jill rushing to hand him something. He took it and plunged the syringe through Chris’ chest. Sometimes they had to deal with O.D. cases and their med kits held the tools to hopefully stabilize someone until first responders reached the scene. Jill’s quick thinking may very well have just saved Chris’ life. The adrenaline should be concentrated enough to fight the somnolent effects of the drug.

As soon as the stimulant rushed through his veins, Chris’ eyes snapped open and he gasped for breath like he’d been drowning. He shook violently and Wesker grabbed his shoulders to hold him down. The panicked eyes rolled wildly in their sockets without seeing anything properly.

‘Chris! Eyes on me.’ The sternness of his tone must have gotten through the disturbed mind and the soldier’s stare settled on him. A second later the shaking subsided and Chris moaned in pain as he tried reaching for Wesker. He doubted the younger man even understood what was happening around him but he understood the need to seek Wesker’s comfort. ‘Stay awake. You’ll be fine.’ He made an effort to soften his tone, though it didn’t come naturally to him.  

‘Chris…’ Wesker almost forgot about Jill until her shaking voice reminded him of the others. A few had already dashed out in hot pursuit, Forest and Richard chief among them. Enrico was still undoing Kevin and Edward’s cuffs and Barry was glancing at Chris with petrified worry for his friend. None of them were in the right state to act as a unit. They needed a leader.

‘Jill.’ Wesker’s steady voice carried and the woman’s reddened eyes immediately snapped to attention. ‘Call the hospital and tell them I’m on my way with an injured officer. Enrico. Take a team and see if any other R.P.D. hostages need help. Barry. Take everyone else and apprehend the criminals.’ The people responded to him with the ease of trained soldiers, happy to be given a task. Eyes narrowed and resolve sharpened.

‘And let me make one thing clear. The only criteria for their apprehension is that they be alive. Understood?’ Wesker wasn’t advocating the use of excessive force, not in so many words. The message was received loud and clear. He could taste their fury in the air. One of their own, Chris at that, had been messed with and that made things personal. They had skin in the game.

‘Sir, here…’ Joseph approached him, making an effort not to stare too long at Chris. His expression was caught somewhere between sizzling rage and distraught. He was holding a blanket out to Wesker and the blond tossed it over Chris to cover him up before picking the shaking man in his arms. Immediately his limbs wound around Wesker’s neck, clinging like he was afraid he’d get tossed aside at any second and he hid his face in the crook of his shoulder. His shuddering was all the harder to ignore and Wesker held him a little tighter.

‘You have your orders.’

‘Yes sir!’ Everyone moved with fresh purpose and Wesker ran down the halls with his softly crying bundle.

Wesker’s thoughts raced, putting some things into context. Seeing Chris like that… He wasn’t sure what to make of it all just yet. Wesker had the ability to free himself numerous times but he’d deliberately delayed. Admittedly, at first he’d considered Chris’ suffering inconsequential and he’d seen no reason to risk exposing his Umbrella affiliations for the man. Sure, he liked Chris. He liked his loyalty and he’d put considerable effort into growing that devotion. He’d remarked on more than one occasion that Chris was his best man and he’d meant it. Not only in skill but his desire to please had been easy to manipulate into a fine hound ready to jump at his say so.

He’d even began noting hints of a growing infatuation in the younger man and he’d found it absolutely delightful. Wesker hadn’t considered reciprocating but an emotion like that would ensure a level of fealty he was all too happy to take advantage of.

Then Chris had been crying and that had an unexpected effect on Wesker. He’d become curious to see more and since he had no desire to break free he indulged. He’d noted every passing expression across Chris’ suffering face and he’d been curious to see how much the soldier could endure. Frankly he’d been surprised the man hadn’t let Jill take the fall but he shouldn’t have been. Chris was the self-sacrificing type to the point it was a risk to following orders and that alone irritated Wesker more than anything. If he’d told Chris to stand down when he offered himself in Jill’s stead he had a feeling the man would have listened, or at least struggled between the desire to please him and protect his friend. That alone spoke volumes to the psychological effect he was already having on the young man.

Wesker had given Chris his unspoken order on an impulse, just another curiosity to see how much of an effort the soldier would make to go against his natural desire to hide from the shame of having Wesker witness his debasement. The results had been exceptional. Chris had gone against every instinct for the sake of pleasing Wesker with the slightest of prompts. Even under the influence of the drug, he’d retained that one core desire. Chris had been focused on Wesker but he’d been just as enraptured by the younger man. So enraptured in fact, Wesker had been moments away from snapping the metal links, actually contemplating throwing caution to the wind. He still didn’t care about Chris but… Maybe some part of him had?  

This unforeseeable incident had certainly raised a few interesting questions regarding his feelings towards Chris and Wesker planned to pursue them further. Chris made a soft whine against his throat and Wesker couldn’t help feeling a need to quicken his pace. Perhaps he’d allowed himself to grow a little too attached to the ex-pilot…. It was too early to know if that would hinder his future endeavours in any way but he would have to keep a close eye on this and see how these unexpected desires will develop. Another curiosity to explore and Chris would be his personal subject.

‘Almost there Chris.’ A whimper and Wesker narrowed his eyes. ‘You’re stronger than this. I know you won’t let me down.’ He felt the wetness of Chris soft sobs and the way he hugged him tighter.

There was no question Wesker would successfully turn Chris into his devoted pet however… He wasn’t entirely certain what he’d do after.

Wesker had never been plagued by doubts. His resolution had always been absolute in everything he’d done but this?.... Chris?... He had doubts. Years later Wesker would look back on this exact moment as the one where he’d first realized this unexceptional man would be his undoing.

This was the nexus of everything to follow. This was the point of origin between their passion and it had started with three words. Eyes on me… Chris would never stop following that order.