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Simon was dragged through the second largest COI space station, head spinning and limbs weak. He didn't know. He didn't know they were going to sabotage the reactor, why are they blaming him it's not his fault-
"Convict," a gruff voice snarled.
When Simon finally raises his head, vision swimming, the COI soldier roughly grabs his hair and leans in close.
"You caused us to lose so many fucking resources. An entire station is uninhabitable because of you. Hell, it ain't even about the sixty-two people that died in that explosion. The less mouths the better, but our precious food and water went down with them."
The soldier roughly shoves Simon away. Arms tied behind his back and unable to brace himself, he lands harshly on the floor.
"Take him to the Wall. He can start serving his sentence there until we receive further orders."
Confusion and slight fear washes through him. What's the Wall? And why such emphasis on it? Oh god.. is he going to be tortured?
His splitting headache and jumbled thoughts leave him unable to realize someone is walking up behind him until it's too late. He tries to turn his head and look, but all he feels is a sharp pain before the world goes black.
Simon feels very strange when he finally wakes.
He's laying stomach down on some kind of metal bench, although it's more of a shelf with the way his hips and legs dangle from it. If he stretches hard enough, he might be able to stand on his toes. His head feels fuzzy, unable to comprehend how he got here.
So disoriented with his surroundings, Simon is only now beginning to notice that something is happening between his legs.
Weakly, he tries to reach his arms behind him in the hopes of stopping the strange sensations. Unfortunately, this only brings attention to the fact that his arms are tied together and pulled down to a hook in the floor directly below him. This leads him to notice a thin tube coming from the wall under him and into a container almost directly under his head. The wall seems to surround him at the hips and block the view behind him. What's the tube connected to?
Simon tries kicking his legs but he's only able to move one of them, the other being held up by something. Or... someone? He feels something cold and wet drip onto him, before careful fingers start massaging his hole again.
Panic floods through him like a tidal wave as realization hits.
Again, Simon attempts to struggle but he's still weak and sluggish from whatever knocked him out. The person behind him finally notices his movement and lets out a dark chuckle.
"Finally awake, convict?"
Fear and anger surge through him. He spits out, "Who the fuck are you!? Stop fucking touching me you sick fucking BASTARD!!" attempting to kick the man about to violate him. The movement jostles Simon's cock, which feels oddly restrained..?
The man easily bats away his free leg, the other still firmly in his grasp. The touch leaves behind a slick smear on Simon's thigh and sends a shiver of disgust through him. The man's fingers return to his hole like nothing happened, massaging his hole harder and teasing by nearly dipping his fingers inside. More lube gets dripped onto his hole, and the man decides to start fingering into him. He gently slides one finger in and out, massaging his inner walls, practically petting his insides.
Simon hates that it doesn't hurt.
"You are currently a convict sentenced to the Wall. If I don't prepare you thoroughly, your cute little hole will get all torn up," the man sighs, as if the thought of his hole getting ruined pained him. "But don't you worry, I'll also make sure you feel every bit of pleasure you deserve. While you were unconscious, I injected you with a sweet little something so you'll feel better and produce more."
All of the color drains out of Simon's face, leaving him lightheaded and in disbelief. No, no, no, no, no nonono. He was drugged? Oh God. He wants those fucking fingers out of his ass yesterday. And he hates hates hates that it's starting to feel good.
But what did he mean by produce more? Produce what?
The man slips a second finger inside, gently stretching him, making sure it didn't hurt. Making sure it felt good.
Simon is barely able to hold back the sobbing moan that wants to burst free, but can't stop his hips from twitching when the fingers glance over his prostate. The fingers inside him pause for a second, before he hears that awful dark laugh again and the fingers begin relentlessly attacking his prostate. The fingers pinch, tap, roll, and rub at that sensitive place inside him until he can't help but let out little noises of unwanted pleasure.
"Ahh.. uhn uh- nngh.. ah! Nnoo. Uhn! Sto- ahn! S-Stop!! G-Get off of m- ah!"
Drool drips from Simon's open mouth, unable to form a thought long enough to close his mouth under the relentless assault of pleasure.
The man shushes him gently, cooing, "Awww.. shhh shh, you're alright my sweet little convict. It feels so good, doesn't it? Aww is it too much? Oh fine, I can slow down for a bit."
And now the man's fingers completely avoid his prostate. The sudden lack of stimulation makes Simon let out an embarrassing whimper. He feels the slight drag along his insides as the two fingers slide almost entirely out of his wet hole, pausing at the first knuckle and holding him open. Then the cold slickness of lube is being dripped directly inside of him. Before Simon can even attempt to catch his breath, three fingers slip into his hole with a wet squish. The man, who Simon realizes is probably a COI soldier of some kind, begins gently fucking Simon's sloppy hole with his thick fingers.
Simon's head starts to feel fuzzy, and he can feel his cock dripping between his legs. Although, now that he has a throbbing erection, Simon finally notices that there's something attached to his cock.
"Ahn- uh.. uh- ngh. Wha- ah! What is- Mnnn!" Simon moans helplessly, scared and frustrated tears slipping from his eyes, unable to speak while his sloppy hole is getting fucked so nicely. Even if the solider is still avoiding Simon's prostate, the smooth glide of his fingers and the lewd squish of his dripping hole makes his body burn shamefully.
Somehow the soldier just knows what he wants to ask, and begins teasing.
"Can you feel it? Wrapped around your cock so tightly.. Want to know what it does? I think you're ready for it," the soldier says as he presses his fingers in deep, curling into Simon's prostate.
A loud, sobbing moan bursts from Simon's throat. He starts shaking his head, almost terrified out of his damn mind.. but the soldier can't see him with the wall in between them, and would probably ignore it even he could.
The fingers retreat from Simon with a loud squelch, leaving him clenching around nothing. The emptiness makes him both relieved and nauseous.
It sounds as if the COI solider grabbed and started messing with something on the wall, and Simon can't hold back the flinch when he feels the brief tickle of what might be a wire sliding across his dangling leg. He hears the flick of a switch, then feels an explosion of sensation as whatever is around his cock starts sucking and massaging his unwilling erection.
"AH! Nonono.. nnh- w-why.. a-ahn!" He tries to speak, but can't get the words out over his moans and stifled sobs.
The three fingers squelch back into his hole, more lube generously applied. It punches a pathetic whimper out of Simon, his body overstimulated and warm. The soldier fingers him slowly, gently stretching his hole even further while his dripping cock gets milked.
He hates this. He hates it. It feels so good, but at the same time horrible and wrong. Simon feels his brain turning to mush under the overwhelming pleasure and whatever aphrodisiac they drugged him with.
Drool continues dripping from Simon's slack mouth, pathetic moans and whimpers falling out with it. The soldier begins speeding up the thrust of his fingers, aiming for Simon's prostate and pulling louder and more desperate moans out of Simon. The internal stimulation combined with the suction around his cock sets his nerves ablaze.
"N-Nooo.. I- uhn! I don't wann- AH! S.. stop.."
The man continues to ignore Simon's denials and desperate pleads to stop, instead brutally aiming for Simon's prostate with every thrust of his fingers. He feels his orgasm start to creep up on him, making his body tingle and his muscles tense.
"Are you getting close, sweetheart? I can feel your tight hole clenching so desperately.. Just let it happen, empty your precious seed. Let yourself feel good." The man says between grunts, breathing heavily with undisguised lust.
Simon can only be glad that the wall between them prevents his assaulter from grunting and whispering in his ear.
Moans continue to fall from Simon's mouth as his prostate and dick get relentlessly milked, the soldier not stopping for a moment even if his arms surely must be tired now. The solider finally releases the grasp on his right leg, but continues to pump his fingers into Simon's sloppy hole. He hears the gentle click of a button, then Simon's vision goes white.
Distantly, Simon hears the horrible man behind him cooing gentle praises. 'Aww, there it is. Good boy.' 'You did so well' 'Doesn't it feel so good?'
He twitches through his overwhelming orgasm, moaning like a cheap whore and feeling his cum dribble pathetically out of his dick and through the tube into the container below him. Horror once again washes through him as he realizes that the container on the floor below him means he'll be able to see the evidence of how many times he's forced to cum. An abnormal amount flows through the tube, and he watches as it collects at the bottom of the container.
Tears drip from Simon's eyes, no longer fighting against the sobs that pour from his mouth as he feels something fundamental inside him break. He can hear the rustling of clothes behind him, but he can't bring himself to care with how awful he feels in both body and mind.
With how limp Simon has become, it's very easy for the COI member to spread Simon's legs apart and start gently pushing his dick inside. Feeling himself stretch the slightest bit more around the soldier causes Simon's brain to completely tap out. He stops registering his surroundings, sensations dulled to just the slight rocking back-and-forth from his body being used.
Eventually, he feels the rocking stop as the hips press deeply against him. A wet warmth fills him up inside, the feeling so repulsive it clears the fog in Simon's head long enough for him to throw up. The solider pulls out of him, and quickly slides a lubed up plug inside before any of the cum spills out.
Silent tears stream from his face, disbelief and anger crashing through him. His vision swims and he feels weirdly lightheaded.
Between one blink and the next, he passes out.
2 weeks later...
"Good morning convict. How would you like to make a deal?"