"I think we're gonna test that," the leader grunts, climbing into the bed and putting his hands on Carver's hips. Digging his nails in hard. "What'd you think, kid?"
Carver shudders. He can't hide it this time, the way he flinches when the leader presses inside him.
The leader grabs him by the hair again, hauling his head up. "Asked you, mhmmfuck, a question."
Carver twitches, sweating and overstimulated, overwhelmed. He swallows hard. "What?"
"Your CO says you only know him. Wanna test that, boy?" The leader bites him on the side of the neck and Carver stiffens, fighting back a groan. It hurts. Everything hurts now. "I'm gonna put your boss in a line with my boys, and they're all gonna get a turn on you. Shhh, don't flinch, you're doing so good. Good boy. Now, I'm gonna blindfold you, much as it hurts me, and we're gonna play a game. You tell me which of those fine motherfuckers was your boss, then you're done."
The leader laughs and lets go of his hair. Carver slumps down, unfocused, trying to meet Pope's eyes.
"Easy, right? But you try and talk to him, CO, you try and signal him, and I'll mess that pretty face of his up so bad everyone will know what a slut he is. Doubt he'll be your favorite then. What'd you say?"
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Date: 2024-06-09 01:07 am (UTC)Carver shudders. He can't hide it this time, the way he flinches when the leader presses inside him.
The leader grabs him by the hair again, hauling his head up. "Asked you, mhmmfuck, a question."
Carver twitches, sweating and overstimulated, overwhelmed. He swallows hard. "What?"
"Your CO says you only know him. Wanna test that, boy?" The leader bites him on the side of the neck and Carver stiffens, fighting back a groan. It hurts. Everything hurts now. "I'm gonna put your boss in a line with my boys, and they're all gonna get a turn on you. Shhh, don't flinch, you're doing so good. Good boy. Now, I'm gonna blindfold you, much as it hurts me, and we're gonna play a game. You tell me which of those fine motherfuckers was your boss, then you're done."
The leader laughs and lets go of his hair. Carver slumps down, unfocused, trying to meet Pope's eyes.
"Easy, right? But you try and talk to him, CO, you try and signal him, and I'll mess that pretty face of his up so bad everyone will know what a slut he is. Doubt he'll be your favorite then. What'd you say?"