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“I want you alive and well for what’s about to happen. Well, alive at least. Because the real pain is about to begin.”
Silver finishes wiping his hand and throws the towel on the floor, taking a step over Daniel’s body to stand astride him, his feet bracketing Daniel’s hips. He smirks as Daniel looks up at him and wheezes.
For just a second, Daniel still allows himself the hope that this isn’t going where it looks like it’s going. Just more theatrics. Then Silver goes down on his knees, straddling him, his hands reaching for Daniel’s fly, and that hope goes out the window in an instant.
“No,” Daniel croaks out, feeling like a bucket of ice water has spilled into his stomach. The effort of speaking just makes him gasp for air all over again.
“I’m sorry, what was that? You have to speak up, Danny.” After he gets Daniel’s pants open, Silver rolls him over, pushing him face first into the floor as he starts hooking his fingers into the waistband. Daniel tries to kick at him, but his movements are sluggish, his limbs heavy from the lack of oxygen. As he feels himself getting exposed, Daniel makes a struggling noise that sounds pathetic to his own ears.
Silver only chuckles with amusement as he keeps pulling Daniel’s pants and underwear down, until the waistband is around his knees, immobilizing him further. “Oh, come on, don’t act so shocked. You and I both know you’ve thought about it before. Don’t think I didn’t notice the way you looked at me back then.”
Daniel doesn’t know what’s worse, the fact that he can’t deny Silver’s accusation, or the knowledge that he has now ended up in the exact position he only escaped so narrowly back then. He gathers his remaining strength, trying to buck the larger man off again, but Silver’s hand on his back is firm, pushing him down with nearly his whole weight. Daniel groans with the effort, taking another wheezing breath in.
“Don’t. Please.” He forces the words out, held back both by the pressure in his throat and his own pride. It’s humiliating to beg, and most likely pointless—he already surrendered earlier and it didn’t help—but Daniel is running out of options.
“Oh, but I have to,” Silver says. “How else are you going to learn?” Then he leans down and spits on Daniel’s hole. Daniel sucks his lips between his teeth, trying not to give Silver the satisfaction of making any sort of sound as he’s invaded first by two, then three of Silver’s long, thick fingers, spreading him open with brutal efficiency. The spit isn’t really enough to make it comfortable, but at least there’s no burn, not yet. Going against every last instinct he has, Daniel tries to relax himself. He knows it’ll only be more painful if he doesn’t.
Silver makes an inquisitive noise as he probes in deeper. “Seems like this isn’t exactly your first rodeo, huh? Interesting.” Daniel grinds his teeth, staunchly ignoring the familiar urge to tilt his hips, to help guide his fingers to the right spot.
“Who’s been fucking you, Danny?” Silver asks, finding it anyways. “Your wife? Or was there another reason it was so easy to get her to leave you?” He crooks his fingertips, his movement becoming focused, deliberately grazing against Daniel's prostate.
“Ah, looks like someone’s waking up.”
Daniel doesn’t really have to look to realize he’s getting hard. It’s not his fault, he knows that, theoretically. Physiological reaction, out of his control. Doesn’t look great for him, though. Doesn’t feel great, either.
He wants to scream at Silver, wants to tell him to at least have the decency to get on with it and give him the pain he promised, instead of whatever this is supposed to be. Pain Daniel can endure—he’s had more than enough practice, after all. What he can’t endure is the humiliation of receiving any sort of pleasure out of this ordeal.
When he hears the sound of a zipper being pulled down, Daniel takes a sharp breath in. From his position, he can’t really see anything, but it’s not like he has to, not after their encounter in the steam room. Not like the threat wasn’t already crystal clear then. Why couldn’t he have surrendered sooner?
Silver spits on him again, then lines himself up, the swollen head of his cock alone feeling impossibly big against Daniel’s hole. He knows this is going to hurt.
As Silver finally enters him, pushing his way in inch by agonizing inch, Daniel finds himself fantasizing about Chozen bursting in through the door and kicking Silver’s head in. Maybe he even picked up Johnny along the way. They could take him two-on-one, right? And could Amanda have gotten his message and be back home already? God, Amanda. He should’ve stopped the moment she left, never gone into this fucking apartment in the first place. No, he doesn’t want any of them to come in here and see him like this, actually.
Silver said he wanted Daniel alive. All he has to do is grit his teeth and get through it.
“You must have known it would end up like this, Danny boy,” Silver says, his voice raspy as he buries himself to the hilt. “And yet you kept provoking me. I wonder why that is.” He leans down, until his breath ghosts over Daniel’s ear as he speaks. “I think it’s because deep down, you wanted this to happen.”
He punctuates the statement by snapping his hips once more. Tears shoot into Daniel’s eyes as the burning sensation inside him becomes almost overwhelming. He screws his eyelids shut, not wanting Silver to see, trying to shake his head in denial, but not really managing. His neck is starting to get stiff from the way Silver’s got him pressed into the floor, his giant hand pushing down between Daniel’s shoulder blades as he keeps fucking into him roughly.
There’s a sort of floating sensation that’s starting to take over, the pain in his body slowly moving into the background, while a more urgent problem makes itself known – Daniel is running out of air. Between his damaged windpipe and the way his lungs are constricted by Silver’s weight pushing down on his back, Daniel is barely managing to suck in enough oxygen to keep himself conscious, and even on that front he’s losing ground quickly.
Maybe it’s for the best, Daniel thinks, slowly giving himself over to the fog wrapping itself around his mind. If this is how it’s going to end, he’d probably rather not be—
(…)
—A slap to his cheek jolts Daniel back into awareness. He sputters, wheezing as he sucks in a desperate lungful of air, then coughs more than breathes it out again, a tingling sensation spreading through his limbs as feeling slowly returns to his extremities.
“Oh, no no no,” Silver tuts from behind him. “You don’t get to just check out like that. I said I wanted you alive, didn’t I?”
Blinking his eyes a few times trying to re-orient himself, Daniel starts to realize he’s lying on his side now, Silver’s hand cradling the side of his face, but otherwise not restricting him in his movement nearly as much as before. His erection is pressed against Daniel’s thigh, a long hard line reminding him exactly what he’s still in for. Daniel grunts, trying once again to break out of Silver’s embrace, to crawl away across the floor if he has to, but any remaining strength he still had seems to have vanished together with his consciousness. Daniel distantly wonders why he didn’t lose control of his bladder in the process and then realizes it’s probably because he was still hard at the time.
Speaking of, Silver’s hand wanders down to wrap around his now once again limp dick. Still delirious from passing out, Daniel forgets about trying to keep quiet, a high-pitched whine escaping from his throat as Silver starts stroking him, his hand forming a tight ring around Daniel’s dick as it starts filling out again. He feels like his nerves are on fire, overloading him with sensation. It almost feels good, in a mechanical sort of way, and Daniel doesn't quite manage to stop his hips from stuttering forward automatically.
“There, now let’s try that again, shall we?”
Something in Daniel gives up when Silver pushes his legs apart to enter him again. It still burns, and he still hates it, but he just can’t bring himself to resist any longer. When Silver speeds up his pace, his fingers digging into Daniel’s hip, Daniel deliberately clenches around him, hoping to bring him off faster. He almost feels a sick sense of satisfaction at the startled grunt Silver makes in return.
Daniel knows that this, more than anything, is going to be what haunts him afterwards—the fact that he’s not just allowing this to happen, but giving into it—but at this point, he just wants it to be over as quickly as possible. When Silver pushes his fingers into Daniel’s mouth, he doesn’t resist it, doesn’t even try to bite him. Silver chuckles, his breath hot on Daniel’s neck.
“You know, this was supposed to be punishment,” he says, his voice strained. “I’m starting to think you’re enjoying it a little too much.”
As if to prove his point, he makes Daniel lick his palm, starts stroking him off again. Daniel thrashes, his face burning with the shame of it—getting fucked is one thing, but he doesn’t really want to come, doesn’t need that memory on his conscience—but Silver easily holds him in place, wrings it out of him despite Daniel’s desperate attempts to wriggle out of his grip.
“There you go,” Silver says as Daniel spills over his hand. “See, if this is what you wanted, you could have saved yourself a lot of trouble if you’d just asked me for it from the start.”
He pushes Daniel onto his front again, thrusting into him deeply a few more times. Daniel almost feels relieved when Silver finally comes inside him.
“Now, don’t fool yourself into thinking this changes anything,” Silver says, leaving Daniel to curl up on the floor as he extricates himself and gets up. “I already told you: The time for surrendering has long passed. You’ll be seeing me around.”
Daniel doesn’t reply, still catching his breath, awareness of all the different sources of pain in his body returning to him as he slowly allows himself to relax, listening to Silver’s footsteps recede before he finally vanishes completely.