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Leon sat on a medical bed, having grown quite used to the sterile smell of disinfectant and the gentle hum of the lights in the room. The camp’s infirmary wasn’t the biggest, but it was private. He’d spent the majority of his time here when he wasn’t going through basic training or resting from his injuries.
It had been a busy few weeks. A lot of adaptation and assimilation was needed, and he still had trouble wrapping his head around everything that happened leading up to this. At the very least, the routine check-ups to monitor his injuries somewhat acted as a little break he could take advantage of to clear his mind.
Although today was different. The kind nurse he’d seen most was out for a reason he did not know, and replacing her for the evening was Major Krauser. He would be the one doing his routine check-up.
Leon wasn’t quite sure how to act. Krauser was his superior, his mentor, but there were firm rules on how to act that weren’t necessary with the regular nurse. His unease hadn’t gone unnoticed, either. Krauser had noted his vitals were a little high, a knowing tone in his voice, almost mocking. All of this was new. Could he really be blamed for being nervous?
Krauser was a lot more brusque than the nurse, less calming. Leon wasn’t a child; he could easily handle it, but part of him did crave comfort when his mind wandered through memories while his injuries were treated, and comfort was not something Krauser really offered. He understood. He was a soldier now, after all. At least, it’s what he told himself.
“How’s the pain?” Krauser asked, gently rotating Leon’s left arm. Leon let out a wavering breath, the bullet wound aching. It wasn’t quite healed yet, and would most likely take quite a while to stop hurting once it did.
“Maybe a five?” Leon replied after the small wave of nausea left him. “Or a six, it depends.” Krauser hummed, allowing him to lower it to a comfortable position.
He then cupped his jaw, turning Leon’s face from side to side. He let him do, unsure exactly what he was doing, but too awkward to ask. He’d be damned if he questioned him, though. He needed to be on Krauser’s good side. The alternative wasn’t very appealing.
“Alright, lie down.”
Leon did as told, lying on his back. Krauser pulled his shirt to expose his torso. Gloved hands then came to press on his stomach and felt around. Leon always found this part awkward when he’d get physicals. It felt weird to have someone inspect his organs through his skin, or touch him in general, really.
Krauser asked general questions as he went, Leon answering them half mechanically. Repeating the same answers over and over meant that by now, he barely had to think about them anymore. He felt Krauser’s hands press on his waist, then trace along his bottom ribs. Leon frowned slightly, but kept his eyes to the fluorescent lights buzzing lightly above.
“You’re quite small,” Krauser stated, hands trailing down to his hips, “We’ll have to work on that.” Leon wasn’t quite sure why the words felt a little… wrong.
His hands passed over a tender spot, Leon’s breath hitching at the feeling. He was no stranger to pain, nor was he to touch, but something about this situation raised alarms in the back of his mind. It was most likely the anxiety. He didn’t quite know how to act still, and most of the people feeling him up had been women.
This was his major. Someone Leon needed to prove his capabilities to. And right now, all he’d manage to do was stumble during training and wince when probed. Not exactly the best show of competence. Once he was healed, he’d show Major Krauser and all of the soldiers in his unit he deserved this place despite being a rookie cop. Not that he had any other choice.
If he was dumped here against his will, along with threats to his freedom, his life, and Sherry’s safety, he might as well prove he could be useful. That this wasn’t a waste or a mistake on the government’s behalf. He could still do good, still help.
Leon was ripped from his thoughts as a flash of pain sparked underneath the skin of his shoulder, a grunt leaving him before he could intercept it. Krauser had pressed on the wound seemingly accidentally, a small apology on his lips at Leon’s reaction.
“It’s okay,” he breathed. It didn’t feel okay, but he could handle it. Like he had been.
Krauser took a step back, motioning with his fingers for Leon to sit up. He did, but as he lowered his shirt, getting ready to hop off, Krauser spoke.
“Take off your pants and bend over.”
Leon froze, looking at him dumbly. Was this… a joke? He’d gotten physicals before, when training in the academy and as he was forced into the military, but they never asked that.
“What?” The word carried an unmistakable amount of confusion and apprehension.
“It’s a physical. Have you never had a prostate exam?”
What?
Leon’s face flushed, the warmth travelling to the tip of his ears. He wasn’t 40. Surely this was some sort of prank. Just some hazing. Although there was no one around to laugh at his red face or wide, uncertain eyes. Something about the way Krauser looked at him had him feeling like a deer caught in headlights.
“I’m 21-” he weakly protested, only to be cut off.
“Never too young for cancer, kid. Get up, bend over,” Krauser ordered.
Leon hesitated, biting the inside of his cheek before hopping to the ground and turning around. It’d be easier to follow orders if he didn’t have to look at him.
His hands trembled as he unbuckled his belt, holding onto his pants for a second too long, then letting the heavy cloth fall and pool around his boots. He really thought he still had at least two more decades before having to do this. By his major, nonetheless. He hooked his thumbs underneath his boxer’s waistline and paused. Maybe he hoped Krauser would laugh and tell him to get dressed, maybe he hoped this really was just a prank, but silence was the only thing his reluctance was met with.
Fuck.
With a wavering gasp, he slid his last shred of decency down his thighs and bent over. He dug his elbows into the uncomfortable cushion, hiding his face in the crook of his arms, while his fingers came to clutch the back of his hair tightly. Embarrassment burned white-hot in his soul. He hoped Krauser couldn’t see the trembling in his legs he wasn’t able to fully suppress.
He flinched when Krauser’s gloved hand came to rest on his lower back, a small chuckle floating in the air. It only made his skin burn hotter.
“Relax, it’ll only hurt for a moment.” Hurt? This just kept getting worse and worse. “Take a breath in,” Krauser instructed, Leon tensing as a cold, slick finger pressed against him, “And out.”
Leon tried his best to relax, but when Krauser breached his insides, he clenched, rising to the tip of his toes. It didn’t quite hurt, more of a sharp and uncomfortable stinging, but he did not like this at all. It was odd, foreign. He felt a little sick when Krauser kept going, pushing along his walls until-
Leon jumped, one of his knees buckling as he shifted his hips away. That felt weird. Whatever Krauser did.
“Stop wiggling,” Krauser said, wrapping his free hand around a hip, holding him in place.
“I’m- I’m sorry, that was… weird,” Leon tried to explain, pushing the intrusion out of his mind. He just had to stay still and take it. Then, it’d be over and he would never have to think about this again. Could he ever look into the major’s eyes after, though?
As he wondered about the near future, Krauser once again pressed against that spot, the odd feeling returning. This time, Leon stayed still. Well, as still as he could. Not the easiest thing to do with your mentor’s finger up your ass.
How long would this last? He really hoped it wouldn’t be much longer.
Krauser hummed, feeling around like he was looking for something. Cancer, he supposed. The more he probed, the more the sensation transformed from an uncomfortable pressure to something that almost felt… pleasant. He did not like this.
Leon shifted his weight, arms and legs tensing to distract himself, but it wasn’t working. Krauser put a little more force into his motion. That made his lower back flex. Krauser’s thumb silently moved from where it rested on his hip to the divot on his back, resting on the dimples. The touch was oddly intimate. Leon couldn’t put into words why that made his guts churn.
“Are.. are you done..?” he mumbled against his arms, hoping the trembling of his legs couldn’t be heard in his voice. “It feels.. i-it feels weird.” How long do these take? This was stretching on way too long for his liking.
Not only was this uncomfortable in every way he could think, a shiver coursed underneath his skin when he realized he was growing hard. His legs rubbed together, toes flexing in his boots. This really couldn’t keep going like this.
“Major? Are we done?” There was probably more urgency to his voice than he would have liked, but his heartbeat was steadily increasing and his breathing becoming dangerously close to hyperventilating. “Please, I don’t like this, I- I- fuck,” he moaned. Leon froze. He actually moaned. “I’m- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” he panted as he tried to shift away, but Krauser held him in place.
“The more you move, the longer this takes,” he warned, pressing harder on the spot that made Leon see stars. Leon barely swallowed another moan.
“Please, can we stop? Please?” He was growing more frantic the more Krauser ignored him. The longer this went on, the worse it got. His whole body trembled. Hot waves washed over him, guts contorting. His skin tingled. If this continued…
As he moved to reach backwards to grab Krauser and hopefully get the message across, Krauser rubbed against his insides even harder. He clutched his hair harder instead, the burning in his scalp doing very little to drown out Krauser’s fingers. It was too much. Everything went white as he tensed with a moan, and came.
“Haah, fffuck, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, this never happened before, shit, stop, please!” His cries were ignored once again, Krauser simply chuckling behind him.
“Rookie enjoys physicals a bit too much, huh?” Leon shook his head, biting his lip to stifle the noises he was making. Krauser wasn’t stopping. “When’s the last time you got off? Wouldn’t have been this sensitive if you weren’t such a prude, pretty boy.”
The way Krauser spoke about him created a deep sense of disgust within, and coupled with the near-painful sensation where Krauser was still pressing, Leon could barely think, let alone tell him to stop. None of this was standard procedure, he was sure of it.
A noise escaped him when Krauser added a second finger, his hands flying to grasp the padding with an urgent need to ground himself. Tears rimmed his eyes, knees hitting the bed's frame as he tried to move away, but Krauser’s grip on his hip was unrelenting. Pressure crushed his lungs. Krauser had leaned over, half lying on him, effectively immobilizing and aborting his attempts at getting away.
Krauser changed what he was doing. Instead of simply massaging his walls, he began moving his fingers back and forth, driving them onto that spot over and over again. Leon threw his head back with a cry, something between a pained yelp and a moan as the sensation grew more intense, verging on painful while somehow still pleasurable. God, this was getting worse by the second. Tears finally gathered enough to roll down his face, a hiccup cutting off his newest moan as Krauser laughed in his ear, low and rumbly.
“Stop,” Leon managed to say, the word blurring with his breath, “Stop, stop, stop, stop, please, it hurts!” His desperation turned to begging, writhing underneath Krauser. His entirety trembled hard enough to shake the bed itself. He didn’t know how to describe the feeling. It felt so good it burned.
“We can’t have you distracted on the field, rookie,” Krauser snarled, spitting the title like filth, “If you can’t handle yourself, I’ll do it for you.” His fingers picked up pace and strength, Leon’s back arching with another cry.
He sobbed another plea to stop, mind muddled from the assault. All he could feel were the shivers and waves of agonizing pleasure carving their way into his bones. This was wrong. So, so fucking wrong.
The worst part was that despite how much he hated this, despite how bad it felt, he was getting close, again. The stimulation never stopped. He could barely catch his breath between pleas and sobs, and each time Krauser’s fingers roughly pressed against his insides, the air was knocked right out of his lungs with blinding pleasure.
Leon reached back towards him, pushing as hard as he could against Krauser, but he wasn’t moving. Not even an inch. It seemed he was intent on unravelling him from the inside out. It sure as hell felt like it.
“No no no, major, stop!” Leon hiccuped, kicking his feet as heat gathered in his abdomen again. It had never happened this quickly before, and somewhere within, he was terrified. “Major, please, please stop, I’m- I- ffuck!” Leon cried out, voice high with desperation. To flee or finish, he wasn’t quite sure. The need building within made him feel nearly delirious; the hair on his arms rising, his legs trembling, his mind melting. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold on.
Krauser laughed in his ear, changing his motion back to a forceful massage. Leon’s hips jerked. His back pushed against Krauser’s chest, but he was trapped, unable to escape.
“Your body sure is reactive,” Krauser mocked. His tone was teasing, dangerous. “It’s not healthy to hold it in, you know?” As he spoke, he changed his grip from Leon’s hip to grab at a wrist, forcing it upwards. “If you keep resisting, I might have to use these.”
Leon looked up through his tear-filled eyelashes to see what Krauser was talking about. His blood ran cold as he noticed the medical restraints. He held his arm beside it, a silent threat.
“Nn-no, please don’t, you don’t have to,” he hiccuped. If Krauser did decide to strap him, there was no chance he’d manage to leave before he was truly done. “Why?” he coughed out, mind racing for a reason behind all of this, “Why? What.. what did I do?” Was it because he came? Did it spur all of this?
Was it because he was weak?
Krauser didn’t answer.
Or more accurately, if he did, Leon didn’t hear over the yell he let out as a second orgasm crashed through him, ripping any sense from his body as everything was replaced by sickening pleasure. His legs shook until his knees gave, only held up by Krauser pinning him to the bed as he gasped for air between snot and tears. All he could hear was the rushing of the blood in his veins, his heart racing, beating against his ribcage while every nerve in his body writhed in sweet agony.
“Too much, too much!” God. Pathetic.
Krauser had stopped moving, but his fingers stayed firmly pressed against his prostate. The sensation radiating through his entire body reminded him of the soreness of a fresh bruise. Up until now, Leon didn’t know fingertips could torture.
Leon did everything in his power to move away, his hips gyrating back and forth, but all it did was worsen the sensation. Needles and pins stuck in every pore. His eyes rolled back, he didn’t even know if it was pleasure or pain. The lines had been blurred and trampled by now.
“Please stop, stop it, take them out, please!” He ignored Krauser’s earlier warning and attempted to slip his wrist out of his grip, twisting around and pushing his face with his other hand. While the tight fingers holding his arm didn’t give, he did finally get out of him. Leon didn’t have the time to relish in their absence before Krauser forced his arm up, easily slipping the restraint around his wrist. “Wait!” Leon cried out as he tightened it, letting go of him and trying to hide his other hand, “Wait, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s just- it’s too much, please.” Begging had earned him no sympathy, he had the feeling that wouldn’t change now. Still, he’d be damned if he didn’t try.
“I warned you,” Krauser growled, simply grabbing him and repeating the action. Leon resisted with all of his strength. Arm shaking, the bones of his wrist rubbing against one another caused him to grit his teeth. He balled his fist when Krauser levelled it to the matching cuff, a sob breaking through as he heard him work the restraint, then slip it around him once more.
Leon tugged his arms down despite knowing he wouldn’t be able to break free. The edge of the straps dug into his skin painfully. He was completely at Krauser’s mercy. Krauser straightened, allowing Leon to finally get a proper breath of fresh air, but the feeling was undercut by the stiffness poking at his behind from underneath Krauser’s pants. Fear filled his stomach as he heard shuffling behind him. Then, the sound of a belt buckle.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck.
“You need to be taught to follow orders, rookie. You’re lacking proper discipline,” Krauser spoke lowly as he rolled his hips, pressing himself harder onto him. Leon hiccuped. He recognized the sound of Krauser’s pants dropping. If this was ‘discipline’, he’d rather be taken back as a prisoner. One of Krauser’s hands came to rest beside him. Leon noticed his glove was gone.
He swallowed another sob. With a strained throat and meek voice, he asked, “Don’t, please. I-I can’t take it, it’s too much, I’m sorry…” Krauser scoffed, making him shrink on himself. Well, as much as the cuffs allowed.
Blunt pressure pressed to him, Leon tensing in anticipation with a curse on his breath. It seemed much bigger than his fingers. There was no getting out, was there? His boots slipped on the ground. The shuffling of his feet wasn’t doing much to help in the first place.
His stomach churned as Krauser pushed in. The ease with which he did only worsened the rapidly growing urge to throw up. He whined an ‘ow’ as Krauser kept going, struggling to adjust to the girth. Part of him hated that it didn’t hurt nearly as much as it should’ve because of what he’d done prior.
Leon suddenly jerked, whole body spasming as he hit that spot again, only to push even further. He pulled on the restraints, digging his nails into the flesh of his palms with a fresh sob. Krauser only stopped once he was fully inside. A grunt broke the fluorescent lights’ buzzing. Leon wanted to throw up.
Krauser gripped his trembling thighs, seemingly playing with the meat for a moment before sliding upwards, caressing along his sides until he reached his shirt. Leon shifted uncomfortably. It did not take very long for Krauser to begin pulling his shirt up, leaving it bunched on his upper back while his hands rubbed south over the skin of his back.
“Don’t touch me,” Leon whispered, pressing his forehead to the bed. Hot tears dripped from the bridge of his nose, hitting the surface he was bent over with a rhythmic thud that was slowly driving him insane. He couldn’t believe he’d come twice from Major Krauser’s fingers. The embarrassment. He knew his face must have been every shade of red from the humiliation alone. This wasn’t much better.
At least, for now, everything seemed to have stilled.
Even if Krauser wasn’t moving his hips, the pressure made him writhe anyway. Krauser’s thumbs followed the divot of his spine while his fingers wrapped around his sides all the way down to his hips, where his thumbs firmly dug into the dimples framing his spine.
“You’re soft,” he commented. Leon wasn’t sure if it was simply an observation or an insult. Both, perhaps. “And you take me so well. Barely any resistance. I think we found what you’re useful for, rookie.”
Leon didn’t trust himself not to just cry if he replied, so he shook his head instead. Maybe if he kept silent, Krauser would grow bored. Leave him alone. He really missed the nurse.
Krauser’s hold got tighter, and before Leon could brace himself, he gave a rough thrust that had him lurch forward on the bed. The next one punched a cry out of him. He now realized why Krauser had given him a little break. A spiderweb made of pain and pleasure weaved all of his nerves together, the overwhelming sensation nearly short-circuiting all of him.
“FUCK!!” The word ripped from his lungs without permission, raw and guttural. For a single moment, he thought maybe he could handle it. That thought was violently replaced with a renewed need to get away. He rounded his back, desperate to release this feeling in any way he could, but nothing he did helped. He sobbed again. He couldn’t stop it. “Major, please!”
Krauser groaned, ignoring him completely as he rapidly grew into a harsh pace. Every thrust felt worse than the last. Krauser’s hold was so tight Leon thought he was trying to indent the shape of his fingers into his bones.
Through all the layers of pain and violation, Leon could still feel the pleasure intertwined with all of the sensations. Somehow, that was worse than everything else. His whole body trembled, tensing and releasing as he fought the restraints. He tried so hard to stop from crying or making any noise at all, but Krauser’s thrusts kept hitting his overworked prostate, sending shocks through his nervous system, and he couldn’t help all the half-formed pleas and whines.
Krauser slowed his thrusts with a grunt followed by a quiet chuckle. “You’re tighter than I expected,” he breathed, moving his hands from their bruising hold on his hips to start feeling his back again. Krauser hummed, his new, lazy pace drawing out the torture. Leon whined high when he slowly pressed and rubbed against his insides, his eyes rolling back. A powerful shiver gripped him, dragging out a long moan as he felt his dick twitch between his legs. Traitor, he thought, delirious from everything.
Leon fought with the restraints when Krauser’s hands dipped down to his thighs, working them as he kept rocking. He wondered if it was because Krauser enjoyed the way they tensed whenever he’d press deep into his guts. One of Krauser’s hands slipped underneath, firmly wrapping around his leaking cock.
Leon jerked, the bed groaning with the force he used when he attempted to free his hands to stop Krauser. Krauser laughed at the display, moving his fist with the same pace as his hips.
“For how much you’re crying, you sure are greedy,” he teased as he passed his thumb over Leon’s tip, his knees buckling with a choked-up moan. There it was again. The sickening pleasure that overtook everything else, shaping pain into something else. His stomach cramped as he tried to will it away, unsuccessfully so.
“Oh- oh my god,” Leon croaked as his vision blurred. Shockwaves gripped his body, the tension in his abdomen growing with every single one of Krauser’s movements. His back arched, hips bucking, stuck in between two sources he wanted nothing more but to both chase and flee. Leon gasped, heat radiating off him, somehow trembling even harder than before. A sharp whine mixed in his exhale. “Hhng, fffuck,” the curse was more of a sob, “I’m- I’m gonna die..!” He wasn’t entirely certain if that statement was false.
He lifted his legs, pacing as if to run away, but he was chained in place. Almost literally. He struggled to keep his eyes open, his eyelids fluttering shut with every pump. This was so intense. There was no way he could keep going like this.
“Oh my god, oh my god, ohmygod, major stop!” Leon begged through tears, thrashing underneath him. “I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum again, stop, please stop, I don’t want this! I don’t!”
“Your body sure seems to want more. I can feel you twitching,” Krauser replied, squeezing his cock. Leon bit his lip to stifle the noise he nearly made. “You’re so sensitive,” he trailed. He almost seemed fascinated.
“No,” Leon whined, fighting the building arousal in his guts with all he had and losing the battle spectacularly. He was losing his damn mind. Desperation drenched his movements, still pointlessly fighting the restraints while Krauser steadily increased the speed with which he was using him. He could swear he felt Krauser shift his guts around, reach his stomach. “It hurts, it hurts! Ow, shit…” Did it hurt or did it feel too good? Was there really a difference?
No time to come up with an answer, Krauser roughly thrust in, hitting his prostate hard enough for Leon to momentarily black out. He panicked, feeling a third orgasm rapidly approaching, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He was so tired.
“No, no no nonono, stop, stop it! I’m sorry! Whatever I did, I didn’t mean to, I sweaah! Fu- I swear!” The words spewed out of his mouth like a waterfall, desperate for anything to fix this. He sniffled, clenching his jaw when another deep and guttural moan ripped from his throat. He couldn’t hold it in any longer.
Leon convulsed as much as he physically could as the dam broke. A wildfire spread from his abdomen, quickly overtaking his entire body as he came for a third time today. His cock twitched in Krauser’s grasp, spilling over him, but he didn’t let go. Nor did he stop moving. Leon fell limp against the bed, the only thing holding him up being the restraints still clinging to his raw wrists.
He couldn’t even think anymore. Half-formed thoughts were quickly interrupted by another pump of Krauser’s hips or flick of his wrist. He only vaguely registered he was still hard in Krauser’s fingers. His entire body felt numb, heavy and exhausted. It took him a long time to realize the faint sounds that pierced through the ringing of his ears were his own voice.
Slowly, his senses came back to him. His eyes began to focus, seeing his stretched arm and the wall rocking back and forth in time with his body. He could hear the examination table crunch and groan with the rough treatment. He realized just how bad his legs were trembling, struggling to try and keep upright despite the fatigue rooting deep in his soul.
Unfortunately, the pain also came back.
His guts burned. Pins and needles stuck everywhere Krauser touched, both inside and out. It almost felt as if he was being nailed through and through.
He tried to beg, sound out any word at all, but all he managed to get out were incoherent babbles mixed with never-ending sobs. The cushion where his face rested was wet with tears and drool from his heaving.
Krauser’s free hand wrapped underneath his chin, lifting his heavy head as he bent over. Leon protested as much as he could, loud cries and whimpers meant to be words tumbling out of him.
“Calm down,” Krauser hissed, a noticeable amount of tension in his voice, “I’m not pulling your teeth.” Leon’s face was scrunched, barely focusing ahead. He refused to even try to look at him.
A new wave of panic gripped his core when Krauser placed his hand over his mouth, silencing him but also cutting off his airflow. His nose was blocked by snot. The air he only barely managed to breathe in was not enough. His hands flexed in his bounds as he shook his head, but it led nowhere.
“You’ll alert someone if you keep yelling,” Krauser grunted while his body began locking up. “Fuck, that’s it, keep squeezing me like that,” he hummed, pants rushing past Leon’s face. Leon shivered. His insides felt raw, overused. Every touch on his skin felt like sandpaper. Little sounds still managed to escape him with every single one of Krauser’s thrusts, grating his ears, only reminding him of how helpless he was.
He was growing dizzy. Maybe from the lack of oxygen, or maybe from the exertion his body was put through, or maybe from the agonizing mix of everything Krauser was doing. Panicked confusion grappled the edge of his mind as he suddenly convulsed again, a muffled moan hitting Krauser’s hand while his eyes fluttered shut. His tired dick twitched, but he didn’t feel anything come out.
Krauser laughed breathlessly as he finally let go of his cock. “Did you just have a dry orgasm?” Leon just whined, confused. He almost entirely relied on Krauser to keep his head upright, the rest of him having given up by now. “Ugh, fuck,” he grunted, his thrusts upping in force. Leon didn’t even have the energy to complain. “That’s it, keep being good, I’m almost there…” He took hold of Leon’s waist, nails digging in his skin. Was it finally about to be over?
His head hurt so much. His mouth so dry. He was so damn thirsty, all he wanted right now was a cold glass of water.
With another groan, Krauser drove his hips forward with one last powerful thrust. Everything was so sensitive, Leon could feel him empty inside, feel the way his cock throbbed as he did. He didn’t even have the strength to be disgusted by it. After a moment of stillness, Krauser’s hand loosened slightly, enough for Leon to gasp. The rush of fresh air entering his lungs jump-started him, everything suddenly hitting him at once.
Oh god it was too much. Too fucking much.
“Out, out out out, get out!” He writhed underneath Krauser, stinging eyes not even watering anymore. He realized how cold his hands felt compared to the rest of him. “Please please please please!” He just began repeating the word until Krauser slowly pulled out, a sickening rush of hot fluids following, running down his thighs.
Leon fought against the restraints, even giving a weak kick to Krauser’s shin. The action earned a painful fist in the back of his hair, pulling his head backwards harshly.
“Watch your place,” Krauser growled. Leon strained to swallow, relaxing his arms. Krauser let go of his hair, his hands instead busying themselves with the tight bonds around his wrists. Leon tried to push himself up the second he was free, Krauser’s arms wrapping around him instead.
“Let me go!!” He shouted, nails digging in his arms. Krauser sighed, and before he knew it, he was released. Knees buckling underneath him, he found himself on the ground, heaving. More of Krauser slipped out of him, bile rising in the back of his throat. “Ow…” he whined at the state of… all of him, really. Oh god. He actually couldn’t stand without Krauser’s help.
“Are you ready to listen now?” Krauser asked, leaning over with his hands on his knees. Like one would when talking with a child. Leon sure as hell felt like one. His eyes wandered on the ground until he noticed a small puddle, ripping his gaze away as quickly as he could. He didn’t have a choice, did he? Leon sniffled, then nodded. He reached up, Krauser grabbing his forearms and easily lifting him. “Get on the bed. We need to clean you up now. You made quite a mess,” he teased, helping Leon onto the surface.
His face burned with humiliation. He refused to speak. Krauser had already fixed his appearance. You wouldn’t even know by looking at him he’d just… done that. Leon was sure he probably looked just as bad as he felt.
He stared at the ground as Krauser walked away, the sound of running water following not long after. When he reproached, there was a glass of water in his hand.
Leon took it shakily, noticing red, angry marks on his wrists. Fear crawled along the back of his neck at the thought of the other soldiers noticing. What would he even say? He probably couldn’t talk about this. The fact he came during a prostate examination was embarrassing enough, that it led to this? They would never let him live this down. They probably wouldn’t even believe him.
The cold water did help appease him slightly, but Krauser’s presence alone was overwhelmingly sickening. A wave of nausea washed over him as one of his large hands came to rest on a thigh. He hesitantly looked up through his lashes.
“Lay down once you’re done so I can clean you up.”
Leon’s eyes watered anew as he fixed his gaze on his glass. Yeah, no one would believe him. And even if they did, he was stuck here.
Forever.