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"Do it to me."
Felix ignores the look of disbelief that crosses Dimitri's expression, his own filled with a steely resolve that surprises himself, betraying none of his trepidation as their captors' eyes fall on him.
His proposal is met with a slap across the face, sharp as it echoes in the room and sends him sprawling on the ground. Cringing as his shoulder impacts against the cool stone floor, he manages a dirty look towards his assailant, unmindful of the bruise surely starting to blossom across his upper arm, helpless to do anything else with his wrists shackled behind him.
Said assailant looms over him and grabs him by the collar, pulling him up and looking like he's prepared to deal him another one when a loud clap breaks through the tension hanging over them.
Not letting go of him, Felix's assailant frowns towards the source of the sound. "You okay with that, boss? I thought you wanted the prince."
"The Fraldarius kid has a major crest," their boss says, with a heated gaze that unnerves Felix, "he's just as special..."
"'Fraldarius'? You mean the royal family's bitches?" The man gripping his shirt spares him another glance, pausing as he takes the time to rake his eyes over him. "He is pretty..."
"I'm not doing this for him," Felix spits out, bitterness dripping in his tone. He just can't live with the alternative, that's all.
"So you want it, then?"
The boss' features twist into a smile as he draws near, drinking in Felix's wide-eyed expression as his lackey backs off from him, leaving Felix slightly off balance as he struggles to remain upright and seated.
A calloused hand cups Felix's chin, a thumb tracing the curve of his jaw before it comes to a rest by his lips. Despite the revulsion he feels at the intrusive touch, heat creeps up to Felix's cheeks as he keeps his mouth firmly shut, toes curling underneath his boots as the boss leans in, lips brushing against his earlobe.
"If you want it so much, then make it worth our time," he whispers into Felix's ear, red as his cheeks, "Else we might..."
He casts his gaze towards Dimitri, stricken as his eyes meet Felix's. Felix's gut twists at the suggestion behind those words, swallowing as he manages a nod despite his mind's protests to the contrary.
"Good," the boss says, letting go of his chin. He slides his hand over his shoulder, roughly pulling him up by his shirt as he guides him to the lone bed in the room.
"Felix, no!"
Dimitri's voice cracks as Felix stumbles towards the designated location, his heart twisting at the unlikely sound. But it's all the more reason that he presses forward, pushing past the dread welling up within him. For however fraught his relationship is with Dimitri, this, Felix thinks, is one instinct he wouldn't be able to shake off so easily.
The instinct to be a shield, for the Blaiddyd he was born for.
"I'll do it! Please, just don't—"
A yelp sounds through the room, and it's what has Felix looking back at Dimitri, eyes transfixed upon the horror that is one of the bandits with a generous amount of Dimitri's hair in his fist, pulling roughly as he almost lifts his knees off the ground while another bandit fits Dimitri with a gag.
"Just shut up and watch, princeling," the one with the hand in Dimitri's hair says, letting go once the bit is in place. Dimitri pitches forward, swaying slightly as he tries to remain on his knees, but before Felix can say anything, the boss urges him forward, forcing him to keep his eyes in front of him lest he trip over his own feet.
Hands shove him onto the bed once they're a pace away from it, with Felix landing front first on the mattress. Most of his hair falls out of his usual bun when he turns his head to glare at his unwanted guide. But he isn't left enough time to do so, for rough hands waste no time in taking off his boots and peeling off his slacks. More hands work on unshackling him, with two men grabbing at his wrists immediately after to make sure he does not try to make a break for it. There is no give to the iron grip that holds and manipulates him into place anyway, and powerless to resist, Felix allows them to reposition him without a fight.
Turning him face up, Felix swallows as they center him on the bed, binding his wrists together above his head. As they prop his back against some pillows, they secure them to the headboard, then turning their focus on his legs, which are bound around the knees before they are secured to the headboard as well, spreading his legs apart and exposing his shame for everyone to see.
"Should we gag him too, boss?"
"No need," the boss says, raising a hand to stop his lackey as he climbs on the bed and settles himself between Felix's legs. "Better that everyone knows how much he loves it..."
He lifts a hand, stroking Felix's cheek with the back of his knuckles. "Isn't that right, Felix?"
The boss laughs as Felix tries to squirm away from his touch, shifting aimlessly as his bonds simply keep him in place, leaving him to narrow his eyes as his only recourse, the best he can do to show his displeasure.
"You'll change your mind soon," the boss says as he lets his hand drop, fingers ghosting down Felix's clothed front. Felix hates how the gesture causes him to shiver, stirs something within him before they come to a rest by his hips.
"Such nice legs you have," he murmurs appreciatively, moving to stroke Felix's inner thigh. Felix clamps his mouth shut, refusing to sound out the moan that threatens to escape him at the gesture that has his legs starting to tremble. He knows it's counterproductive to the desired agenda of their captors and what might result out of it should he fail to satisfy them, but there's still a stubborn part of him that is desperate to hold on to this little bit of pride he has left—all that he has to hang on to, given that every boundary he's ever set is being violated that very moment.
Giving Felix's thigh a pat, fingers move up once more, tracing the outline of his exposed shaft, which, to Felix's chagrin, starts to twitch to attention at the caresses being fostered upon it.
"...You must be looking forward to this," the boss croons as he lingers upon Felix's tip, circling around the head like a vulture that has singled out its prey. Precome spills out of Felix, unbidden as a finger dances around his frenulum, but Felix manages to bite back the moan that wishes to spill forth his lips. All the same, he hates how his flushed cheeks betray him, a warmth he feels isn't about to leave him soon.
So lost is he in his resistance that the finger that slips into his ass comes as a surprise, one that has him jolting against his bindings, exhaling sharply through his nose as he reflexively writhes away from the intrusive contact.
"Goddess, you're so tight..."
Felix shuts his eyes as the finger slicks up his hole, tensing as a second one comes to join it not too long after, scissoring and spreading him open. All the while, fingers ply his length with attention, leaving him a trembling mess as a third starts to work through his ass. He gasps as he takes them all in, unable to help the way he clenches around them.
"Incredible," the boss says, incredulous as Felix tries to inch away from the discomfort. "You've never done this before, haven't you…?"
Felix hasn't, but he's not about to confirm that fact verbally. Biting down on his lower lip as those fingers begin to pump in and out of him, he tries to shift his hips to a more comfortable position. But he only ends up bucking into the contact when those fingers bump against a certain sweet spot, drawing out a barely stifled moan from him.
"Just relax..."
But it's hard to relax when those fingers start on a rhythm that leaves Felix wanting, even when the boss' other hand had stopped lavishing attention upon his arousal. Heat stirs in his core as those knuckles curl in slightly, purposely stimulating his prostate as they continue to spread him wide.
Then the fingers stop and pull out, leaving Felix to hear the rustle of fabric as he looks down towards the source of the sound, shoulders stiffening at the sight of what is drawing close to him.
"I think you’re ready, hmm?"
Without waiting for a response from Felix, the boss wastes no time in pushing in with the blunt head of his cock, driving all the way in and drawing out an agonized moan from Felix.
Felix, in the course of his military training, had withstood all sorts of pain. Cuts, stab wounds, and even broken bones… those are realities he must face as a soldier, a consequence of not keeping up with his training.
But this… this is a whole new kind of pain, one that has his blood running hot and cold as he clenches around the throbbing flesh inside of him. The urge to writhe away from the intrusion is there, but his inability to act on that desire besides his futile attempts to move his thighs has his eyes watering, with him unable to relax at all.
"Damn… " The boss hisses as he squeezes Felix's hips, keeping him anchored as he begins a series of slow thrusts. “So tight...”
Sucking in a breath, Felix grits his teeth as the boss bottoms out with each thrust. Despite the teasing preparations from earlier, it hurts, and all he can do is glare daggers at the person responsible for it, a fierce gesture that is undermined by the redness of his cheeks and the wetness lining his eyes.
"That's…"
Yet, something starts to burn alongside that pain, heat stirring inside of him as the boss starts to heighten his pace, merciless as the hot flesh that continues to penetrate him.
“...so good,” the boss says.
Felix can’t even deny it. Somehow, pleasure lines each excruciating thrust, coloring his face as he watches everything go down. His own arousal throbs amidst the violation, the latter growing faster as tension coils within Felix, leaving him wanting despite his mind’s protests against the act.
The bed rocks with the boss' frenetic movements as Felix flails helplessly against his bonds, trembling as he finds himself still subject to the thrusts he's unable to squirm away from no matter how much he tries. Eventually, the boss slams inside of him with a note of finality, earning a gasp from Felix as he leaves his twitching cock inside to spill his seed within. Tossing his head back, Felix whimpers as it fills him, warm and uncomfortable as it comes out in intermittent spurts, a sharp cry escaping him when his own release follows not too long after, stars dancing in front of his eyes as it washes over him in disgusting bliss.
After what seems like an eternity, the boss pulls out of him, his lips curling into a smile upon beholding Felix's heavily breathing form. Felix turns his cheek to the side, not about to give him the satisfaction of seeing him completely debauched, but the boss brings a hand to Felix's cheek anyway, cupping it briefly before moving to run his fingers through Felix's mussed locks.
“What a good girl you are,” the boss says, a mockery of Felix's appearance and everything he stands for. Yet he can't help but shiver at the boss' touch, heat managing to rush straight to his groin at the suggestion behind the fingers that ghost against his cheek before they drift away, leaving him oddly wanting despite the fact that he just came.
It disgusts him. Yet he can't stop the way that remark adds color to his cheeks, already sinfully red from earlier's unwelcome exertion.
The next thing Felix knows, the ropes binding his legs are cut, leaving him free to lower them slightly as the fragments are discarded. He grits his teeth as blood rushes back to his numb muscles, resisting the urge to shudder as the boss traces the curve of his inner thigh once more before his rough hands drift off to the side. Are they done with him? If so, then perhaps—
"Now you be a good girl for everyone else, too, okay?"
As if reading Felix's thoughts, the boss speaks up as he tucks his erection back into his pants, smirking once he catches Felix's eye. Felix follows that gaze of his, stomach dropping at the small gathering of men jeering at him, with one of them beginning his approach.
Sweat trickles down Felix's brow as the boss climbs off the bed, only to be replaced by a different man, who looms over him with a smile that bodes no good. Swallowing as he hurriedly looks off to the side, Felix's gaze falls upon Dimitri, whose wide eyes reflect a horror that Felix could not properly express. He isn't sure how much of it is reflected upon his as well, considering how warmth lines the dread pooling in his belly, his flushed cheeks and arousal betraying the pleasure, however unwanted, he's getting out of this.
Unable to take that look a second longer, Felix lets his gaze fall upon the man preparing to enter him, steeling himself for what's to come. Still, better him than Dimitri, and if his sacrifice is what it takes for him not to be subject to this treatment, then so be it. If he was able to endure this pain, then surely, the rest to follow should be a lot easier to weather.