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The grin that stretched Jack Krauser’s face whitened his scars as he sauntered through the crumbling building to the pair of legs kicking and struggling, with the rest of Leon Kennedy trapped on the other side of the wall.
Stupid kid must’ve thought he could squirm through and make his escape while Jack was distracted.
Jack stopped between Leon’s flailing boots, and observed the round ass flexing in his tight pants. One that was hard for any guy to forget after frequent liaisons in hidden places back when he was still training the younger man. Back when Leon was still his cute little fucktoy.
“Looks like you’re a little stuck there, Rookie.”
“Stay the fuck back, Krauser,” Leon warned him, voice slightly muffled through the wall, kicking out again and grunting in anger as Jack grabbed him by the ankles – and with his immense strength shoved the young man’s legs apart and slotted himself in behind him. “F-fuck—! Don’t you fucking dare—”
“Cool it, Rookie, it’s not like I haven’t had you in worse positions,” Jack chuckled, sliding his broad hands up the curve of Leon’s ass and groping it hard enough to make the boy yelp and squirm again – still trying to kick and wriggle his way free. “Bet this was your plan all along, huh? You know I’ve always been weak for a pretty slab of meat like you, Leon.”
“Hands off me, bastard!” Leon growled, “this isn’t a fair fight!”
“No,” Jack affirmed coolly, sliding his large, serrated blade out from its sheath and sliding it lightly over the soft muscle of Leon’s ass, “hardly fair when you were always making me do degenerate shit with you, Leon.”
The younger man froze in his struggling as Jack’s knife slit open the fabric of his pants, and delicately sliced them open.
There was a distinct whimper as Jack let his blade graze the bare goosepimpled skin of his buttocks, dragging down in a little white line, until the older man reached between his legs and gripped the younger man’s small balls in his leather-gloved palm and tenderly squeezed.
“Hngh— J-Jack… please, don’t do this!”
“Finally scared, Rookie?” Jack chuckled, resheathing the knife and squeezing the round globes of flesh presented to him, sticking out of the wall entirely vulnerable to his attacks. “Good. Adrenaline always made you taste sweeter. You’ve had me bricked up to hell and back all night, Leon, I think it’s more than time for us to work out some old steam – for old times’ sake, yeah?”
Leon groaned angrily as Jack spread him open, and followed with a gasp as the big man got down on his knees and spat on his tight hole.
“I see you kept it waxed for me, even after all this time,” Jack mocked, spreading the little hole with his thumbs as Leon began to squirm again, trying to kick but shuddering and losing strength when his old mentor’s tongue grazed the delicate rim of his pretty pink asshole. It sauntered slowly around, before he spat more foamy saliva down onto it and kissed it lewdly, thrusting the tip of his tongue inside.
“N-no, f-fucking stop that—” Leon was panting, “it’s not fucking funny Jack, I thought this was supposed to be a f-fight!”
“Sure it is, I’ve been waiting for the chance to remind you of your place for far too long already, Leon,” Jack mocked, gripping his ass tight and massaging it in his large hands as he suckled and growled into his ass. Burying his face in deep, licking Leon soft and loose as his cock got stiffer in his cargos as the scent of his old fucktoy got his blood and balls pumping again.
“Hmngh… n-no…” Leon’s voice was higher as he pleaded, “Jack… Jack, do-don’t do this, please, Jack—”
“If you think usin’ my name is going to make me take pity on you, Rookie, you’re dead fuckin’ wrong,” the older man smirked as he spread Leon’s soft asshole with his thumbs and tongued in more saliva, before leaning back to watch it dribble out and down his tense little balls – Leon’s pretty cock stiff against the wall as he continued to try and forcibly wriggle himself free to no avail. “Keep callin’ me Jack in that voice of yours, pretty boy,” he murmured, “all it’s gonna do is make me want to screw you so hard you ain’t gonna be walkin’ again tonight.”
The feeble groan from the other side of the wall when Jack slid in a thick finger was enough to make the blonde grin again. He got back to his feet, spreading Leon’s hole with his thumb as he fingered him open deep and careful, swirling around the tight, sticky heat of the Rookie’s precious ass – the one Jack had claimed the first night he’d cornered the poor kid alone – and rubbing sweet circles into his swollen prostate. Leon couldn’t help himself, whimpering as he half-heartedly struggled, thighs trembling and cock starting to dribble down the wall.
“Pathetic,” Jack sneered, “I trained you better than this, Leon. Are you really gonna let me rape you again? You really gonna cum while I fuck you black and blue while poor miss Graham loses her pretty little mind all because you weren’t strong enough to resist me?”
“S-stop that,” Leon begged between needy groans as Jack’s thick fingers stirred him up until he was sloppy inside, pushing down so hard on his prostate he couldn’t even pretend he wasn’t feeling it anymore, “stop it Jack, mngh…I’ll f-fuckin’ kill you— ah… f-fuck…”
“I trained this body well, Rookie, you really think I’d forget the right buttons to push to make that brain of yours melt out your fuckin’ ears?” Jack laughed, mirthlessly, and mustered up another mouthful of spit to hawk down onto Leon’s fluttering, glossy entrance, fucking it inside with two fingers and scissoring him open nice and wide. Leon whimpered, thighs tensing around Krauser’s legs, unable to kick anymore as the pleasure wrecked through him and killed the fight at the root.
“Jack…” he croaked, sounding on the verge of tears, “Jack, please…”
Jack bit his tongue to resist the urge to fucking groan at how pathetic Leon sounded. Pleading for his mercy – as the damn kid should’ve done before, it was his own fucking fault that Jack Krauser was having to remind him this way just who ran the fucking show, now. Power; what was Jack’s now to wield.
He pulled out his fingers and spread Leon’s hole – soft and fluttering, eager to be filled. Jack unzipped himself and tugged out his cock – it was proud and thick, leaking already from just having Leon presented for the fucking. A sight he never thought he’d see again. Unless Saddler was going to live up to his promises, and hand him over after the Graham girl was shipped off back to the States.
“I think you’re gonna remember this, Rookie,” Jack murmured, teasingly stroking the tip of his cock from the back of Leon’s balls, up his perineum and digging in slightly just to tease his prostate, then up to grind the thick, throbbing, purplish tip around the quivering cunt waiting for it. “Run outta steam?” He mocked, as Leon stayed silent but for a soft whimper. “It might not fit, this time, Rookie, I’ve been neglecting your training too long.”
“F-fuck—is it bigger?” Scared, aroused, just how Jack liked him.
It was a blessing Leon couldn’t see the cruel grin that stretched the scars of his face this time as he lined himself up to slide in. The dominant plaga had thickened him, his cock veinier and more grotesque than Leon would remember – but he’d feel it, and he’d cum from the parasitic cock grinding his insides to mush, and filling him with all the semen Jack hadn’t wasted on that goddamn photograph.
“Ngh-ah—aah…” Leon cried out, erotic in his desperation as he tried to struggle again, Jack’s cock forcing itself inside. His soft asshole swallowed the tip greedily, squeezing and milking the length as Jack gripped his hips tight enough his pale skin flowered in bruises, shoving himself in deeper and deeper.
A harsh smack to his ass and a gruff; “loosen up, Rookie, or I’ll make you bleed”, had been enough to force Leon to fall limp and sob-whine as the entire monster cock was shoved deep into his gut. Pulsing, oozing inside already and bulging in his stomach. Jack’s huge, heavy balls pushed up tight against his smaller ones. A reminder of how weak he was now to Jack’s dominant plaga.
Jack Krauser sucked his teeth as he spread Leon’s ass, grunting at the view of that ass impaled on him – Leon always seemed so much smaller when he was taking all seven inches of him.
“Bet you’re makin’ a real stupid whore face right now, Rookie,” he growled, pulling out just a little before thrusting back in again hard – just to make Leon squirm and yelp in stinging pain. “Bet you’ve been fuckin’ starved for my cock since that jungle,” he was moving now, deep, long strokes, making sure Leon could feel every goddamn veiny inch of his cock, “you sound real pretty, even if you aren’t that same kid I owned back then.”
Leon couldn’t find his words, groaning and squeezing around him like a warm, wriggling fleshlight with each heavy thrust inside. His moans seeped through the crack in the wall, standing on his tip-toes so Jack’s cock hit the right angle every quick, brutal thrust, meeting the older man’s hips with the plush of his backside with angry, traitorous moans of need. Jack smirked, smacking his ass and groping as he fucked the sounds from him, pounding into him hard and fast, the rhythmic slapping of his heavy balls against Leon a consistent reminder he was going to mark his territory whether the special agent wanted it or not. Not that that had ever stopped Jack before.
“Yeah, Leon, that’s it,” he growled, pleasurably, leaning on the wall now as he fucked him so hard the bricks were crumbling and Leon’s stream of moans and pleas of ‘Jack, Jack’ were forced into an unintelligible mess like a cat in heat. “Did you miss me, Rookie?” He cooed, slapping his ass and hilting himself entirely just to make Leon mewl and buck his hips backwards onto him, “your pretty ass is sucking me in so fuckin’ greedy, were you always this shameless?”
“No…” Leon whined, “c-can’t… ah- Jack… I c-can’t, please, g-gonna… mngh… k-kill you…”
Jack barked out his laugh, pounding into Leon with sheer satisfaction as the younger man’s moans grew higher and higher, trying to weakly kick Jack away as his ass grew sloppy and tight around his cock – eager to milk out his long-awaited reward.
“Gonna pump you nice and full, Rookie, see whether you’re still a fuckin’ combat prodigy with my cum drippin’ down your legs – or whether the minute I get you outta that hole I’ll be havin’ ‘em wrapped around my waist again.”
Leon jerked, a pitiful cry as Jack shoved in deep. A soft spatter resounded against the wall, and Jack grinned as he looked down to see the small glossy pool of cum between Leon’s trembling boots – still oozing in a silver line from his cock.
“My pathetic pretty boy, how I’ve missed you,” he growled, gripping Leon’s thighs and tugging his legs up higher as he rammed into him, piledriving him so hard the young man was panting raggedly and pleading pitifully from the other side of the wall. No doubt all tear-stained and drooly. “Gonna make sure you don’t fuckin’ forget your place on the foodchain this time, Rookie,” Jack snapped, his own orgasm building up like a raging inferno inside, “you ready to take my load, Leon? Ready to remember whose bitch you are?”
“Jack…” Leon whimpered, “please, don’t do this—"
That was all he needed. Jack grunted, slamming his cock in hard over and over as he released. Fucking his cum deep inside of Leon as his plaga cock pumped more than humanly possible out from his throbbing balls – years of pent-up sexual aggression pooling in the limp boy’s stomach and squirting, creaming out messily from his hole as Jack fucked him through his orgasm, pounding him until his cock was too soft and finally flopped out. Hanging heavy and soaked between his legs.
Jack was breathing heavy. Sweat dripping down his face as he smacked Leon’s ass and watched his hole gape and ooze thick white cream, his overfilled guts determined to push out the copious load he’d forced into him.
“Fuckin’ ungrateful,” Jack chastised as Leon moaned weakly to the sensation of Jack pushing it back inside with the tip of his cock. “You used to beg me for this, Leon, don’t think we’re finished yet Rookie – we’ve got all night to retrain this pretty ass of yours.”
“Fuck off,” came the weakly furious reply.
Jack’s comms beeped, and he considered ignoring it for a moment as he tried to shove his soft cock back inside of Leon (just to make the poor kid squirm again). But he relented, and answered.
“Has the undesirable been disposed of?” The cool, silky voice of his employer.
“Almost, I’ve got him right where he won’t be trouble, what’s the news?” Jack murmured, grinding in and feeling Leon pulse and tighten greedily around him again, the poor kid trying to hold back his voice so nobody else would hear.
“Saddler needs confirmation for the handover, get to his location and finish the job, Krauser.”
A grunt. “Yes sir.” And he switched his comms off.
Regretfully he smoothed his palms over Leon’s bruised and cum-sheened ass. “Won’t be long, Rookie, keep it warm for me until I have time to finish playing with you.”
“W-what? Y-you’re not gonna actually leave me like this, are you?” Leon croaked, suddenly high-pitched and anxious, wincing as Jack pulled out. He tensed in shock as Jack unsheathed his knife again with a steely shh, and groaned as he slid the thick handle inside of his ass to keep his load plugged safely inside. It was a knife Leon was more than well acquainted with by now.
“Keep quiet, Rookie,” Jack warned him, cupping his ass and groping him hungrily, pleased with the visual of his beloved blade sticking out from Leon’s pretty, messy cunt – his property --, “you don’t want any of my men finding you like this. I’ll be fuckin’ pissed if I get back and you’ve taken all of Saddler’s army.”
“Jack! W-wait!” Leon shouted, panicked, as the heavy footfall of the older blonde walking away forced him to realise he really was being left trapped with a bellyful of cum as the parasite ate away at his brain to make him Jack’s mindless sextoy forever, “Jack! Jack, please!”
His begging to be saved was sweet music to Jack Krauser as he walked away, willing to take his time reporting to Saddler. Leon’s pleas for Jack faded as he walked away, and sent pleasurable shivers to his already again throbbing cock, already anticipating returning to his poor pretty boy and sliding in again without a word – using him as Leon would cry at the very thought that he – so capable and strong -- was free use now for Jack Krauser and his men.
Leon had no idea just what lay in store for him – and Jack wasn’t going to ever slip through his fingers again; not now he’d finally bested the Rookie he’d despised and determined to fuck brainless since the first day he’d laid eyes on him.
Jack whistled jovially as he walked away, adjusting his beret with the smell of Leon’s cunt still ripe on his fingers.