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What the hell am I doing?
Sam stared at the unconscious Homo Demens soldier that he had bailed up by the river. He had spotted the small band by chance whilst out on a delivery run. There were maybe twenty men, making their way along the southern edge of the mountains.
With Higgs.
Seeing the dark green terrorist uniforms was never a good sign. Especially when they were out of their own territory. Sam needed to know what they were up to.
Following them from a short distance, Sam had skirted his way around using the sparse natural cover of boulders or tussocks. As he watched them crossing the river, one soldier stopped below the bank to relieve himself. By some mad impulse, Sam decided to sneak up behind him and choke him out.
Stripping the man of his heavy armour was no easy task. The hidden fastenings and stiff plates were a puzzle to him. Eventually, he solved it and had laid the pieces out in front of him.
Holding the strange, unwieldy helmet in his hands, Sam’s chest tightened. He began to have second thoughts. Put the disguise on. Join the outfit. Find out what they’re up to. Then what?
Sam shook his head, half at the soldier sprawled out by his feet and half at himself. The plan was more than unfinished. But he had already started it.
With a resolute sigh, he lowered the helmet onto his head. It smelled like a wet microphone. He knocked the outside with his fist. It felt entirely too spacious inside. The field of view was somewhat restricted. The lenses set a bright yellow hue to the drab, overcast world.
Sam tried to put the rest of the armour on as quick as possible, well aware that the other soldiers were a fair distance away already. Grabbing the rifle as a finishing touch, he broke into an awkward jog toward the group.
When he finally caught up to them, they were in a semi-circle, listening to Higgs grandstanding at the front. His natural habitat.
Falling into line at the back, Sam exhaled in relief at the fact that no one spared him a glance.
“So who here’s new?” Seemingly in good spirits, Higgs paced with arms crossed.
Sam realised everyone had stepped forward except for him. He quickly took a step. Cursing to himself, he was unsure if anyone had noticed his delay. He told himself that there were enough soldiers to cover his mistake.
“That’s right. You’re all new recruits.” Mouth splitting to an open grin, Higgs straightened and cleared his throat. “So, let’s go over the drill. Six!”
At the call, all soldiers dropped to one knee.
“Five!”
They brought their rifles around from their slings.
“Four!”
All rifle butts now rested against their shoulders.
“Three!”
The sound of rattling metal assailed the air as all the guns were simultaneously cocked.
Blundering on behind them, Sam tried to copy the actions from his periphery. It was all happening too quick.
“Hang on, hang on.” A click of Higgs fingers and everyone stood again. When Sam stood, Higgs pointed to him. “Not you. You kneel.”
Hesitating, Sam dropped back to his knees.
His luck had ran out.
Stupid plan. Stupid fucking plan.
The other soldiers moved aside as Higgs approached him. Sam kept his head hung low, eyes drilling into the earth.
Hands clasped behind his back, Higgs leaned forward. “I can smell you.” He whispered, the sound of saliva crackling signalled that a wide smile had spread across his face.
Startled, Sam glanced up at Higgs. Teeth gleaming, staring excitedly back down through Sam’s all-concealing helmet. There was no doubt that he knew.
Fuck.
Quick as a shot, Sam lashed a heavy gauntlet out. It cracked across Higgs’ cheek.
Higgs cried out. Having missed his chance to jump out of the way, he flickered on the spot briefly. He held a hand to his face, testing his jaw.
Once recomposed, a shiver ran through Higgs. Anticipation? Pleasure? Sam was only sure that it was unsettling.
“I can’t believe Sam came to visit!” He spoke to nobody in particular with giddy menace. Grabbing the golden jaw of Sam’s helmet, Higgs gave it a playful jostle before stepping away. Throwing his head back, he whistled to the surrounding soldiers. “Intruder.”
A swarm of soldiers advanced toward Sam. Quickly finding his feet, Sam looked for an exit point. A quick spin confirmed he was completely surrounded.
Someone pinned his arms back. Seeing several men approaching his front, he kicked out at them. It didn’t slow the attack. He felt clumsy in the armour. He could barely see. Amidst the struggle, he was taken down from the side, crashing into the ice-encrusted snow.
Another short whistle from Higgs paused the fight. “This man hasn’t earned his place. For your next drill, why don’t y’all show me exactly how much of the uniform he deserves to wear?”
With a groan, Sam braced himself. His helmet was ripped off first, scraping violently against his upper lip and nose. As Sam tried to find his feet, the helmet dashed against his skull as an impromptu melee weapon.
By curse or miracle, he was still conscious.
The soldiers tore away the rest of his gear between kicks and punches. The stripping was quick. They were far more proficient and familiar with the armour than Sam. When all the armour was taken, the soldiers stepped back. Sam was left in just his briefs.
Rasping, Sam huddled in the slush and mud. Beginning to shiver, he watched the blood drool from his mouth and dissipate into a pink stain beneath him. His body was damaged. Ribs, stomach, arms, legs. It all burned with a patchwork of hot, fresh pains.
A boot toppled him onto his side and prodded at him until he was on his back. The sky was blinding white, ground relentlessly cold against his bare skin. He squinted as a dark figure stepped in close at his sprawled legs. He couldn’t quite make out who it was through the glare, but he didn’t have to.
Who else?
Higgs’ heavy boot didn’t take long to find Sam’s groin. After grazing over the bulge of it, he pressed downward in a cruel gesture of dominance.
Sam jolted reflexively, trying to move away. The boot crushed down harder and Sam got the message. He stopped, arms splayed in a desperate frozen crawl.
“Good boy.”
At the words, Sam went crimson. His eyes darted in a shamed panic to the surrounding soldiers. They stared on like so many soulless robots, some shifting their weight or adjusting their gun. He looked back to Higgs, eyes both accusatory and pleading.
The boot rolled along Sam’s shaft, grinding the tip into the head. Soft, his cock crushed into his stomach. Sam winced.
Frosty eyes locked on to Sam’s with some mad intensity, Higgs played his pain like an instrument. “I know, I know. It’s embarrassing, right? The thought of being…witnessed.” He leaned forward, all weight and a propped arm bearing down onto his front leg.
Stifling a cry, Sam grunted through gritted teeth.
Higgs continued, quieter, words just for Sam now. “But then again, it adds a certain flavour to things. We could…” He bit his lip, searching Sam’s reaction.
Horror crawled up Sam’s throat. He wanted to lash out, voice his disapproval, but he was in no position to argue.
Relishing the thought a moment too long, Higgs finally sighed. “Ah, but we have to separate ourselves from the beasts somehow, I suppose.” He removed himself from Sam’s body and spoke loudly again. “You’ll have to forgive me, Sam. The end of the world has me feeling a little…reckless.”
Sam was grateful that was the word he chose to use in public. The lingering threat of humiliation had made his stomach turn.
“Let’s all pay a visit to your old pal.” Higgs nodded up at the mountains. Heartman. “The boys’ll make sure you get up that mountain safely.”
“Without clothes? I’m gonna freeze.” Sam mumbled, the task of climbing the mountain in his underwear sinking in.
“Oh? You mean, to death?” Higgs feigned worry. After a sustained amount of eye contact, he closed the sentiment with distain. “That doesn’t really fucking matter, does it?”
***
The mountain climb was exactly as Sam imagined. Driven forward by the soldiers, he endured searing nerve damage, the biting cold reaching his very core. Hypothermia claimed him at some point toward the lower summits. Then again around the heart-shaped alpine lake preceding Heartman’s lab.
As his breathing fell shallow and unwavering exhaustion hit, Sam looked out toward the impressive shelter. It overhung the cliffside, boasting glass windows to view the snowy surrounds. He hoped that his friend was visiting some other place, although that was a rare occurrence. The uncontrollable shivering stopped, signalling that his body was shutting down. Falling into the deep powder, he hoped it was all just a dream.
Then—
Warmth…?
Opening his eyes, Sam realised that he was laying on the inviting carpet of Heartman’s lab. He almost felt relieved until he remembered how he had gotten here.
Standing up, Sam forced his way to the front of the soldiers that crowded the main room. Heartman was in the corner being toyed with by Higgs. Rage boiled inside Sam at the sight.
“And if I disconnect this? How many minutes would your syndrome last then?” Higgs grinned, finger poised to pluck the cord from Heartman’s defibrillator. “You can spend eternity counting. How about that? I bet that sounds better than sex to you.”
“Stop!” Sam protested.
Pulling his head back slightly in incredulity, Higgs raised his brow.
Sam shuffled on the spot, unsure of his next move. “Leave him alone.”
“You and Sam are good friends, right?” Higgs said to Heartman.
Heartman nodded, sweat perforating his forehead.
“Well, what do you say about Sammy boy here taking your place?”
“Yes. I’ll take his place.” Sam insisted without hesitation. He tried to move forward, take the initiative, but soldiers held him back.
Responding in only a stuttering silence, Heartman’s eyes flitted to Sam’s and back to Higgs.
“See? He’s used to it. A repatriate. It’s no love lost. He won’t hold all the pain and suffering against you.”
“Heartman.” Sam leaned forward against the soldier’s hold, tone as level as he could maintain. “Say yes.”
“Say yes.” Higgs echoed as a taunt, drinking in the tension.
“I-I can’t. Sam, I-“
“Sure you can! You just have to rip the bandaid off.” Higgs moved behind Heartman, forcing him to hold his rifle. “Shoot him.”
Sam held his gaze and gave a single nod. “Do it.”
Heartman was shaking so hard that the rifle was clattering under his loose grip. He pushed his glasses up his nose with his wrist. “I couldn’t possibly…”
“He’s insisting. It would be rude to say no.” Higgs chided as he closed his gloved hand over the top of Heartmans’, steadying the aim.
Sam waited, trying to maintain eye contact with his friend, rather than looking down the wavering rifle barrel. Seconds passed like minutes.
Suddenly, Higgs gave Heartman a shunt and the gun fired off several unfettered rounds.
Bullets sprayed up Sam’s chest and neck. They felt like punches at first. In shock and futility, he tried not to breath-as if moving would make the injuries true. Sputtering, he staggered and finally hung limp from the soldiers, staring at the carpeted floor.
“Ohhh!” Higgs taunted through laughter. “You actually did it! With friends like these…right, Sam?!”
Sam was barely aware of the fuzzy voices around him. Heartman was apologising. The room was spinning between long moments of black nothingness. He felt tired. Hot. Cold. The soldier’s fingers were digging in hard under his armpits. Too hard.
Then he couldn’t feel them at all.
***
“—this life? Does it mean as much as ours if he can just have another, and another?”
Probing into Sam’s rousing consciousness was the sound of Higgs’ ranting voice.
So sick of his fucking voice…
Sneering, Sam opened his eyes.
He was sprawled on the bloodied carpet, staring at the ceiling. A skeleton of some ancient sea creature was suspended above him, illuminated by subtle downlights. Turning his head slightly, Sam saw Higgs addressing his soldiers. Standing next to him—free, but very clearly under duress—was Heartman.
“We get one life. He gets infinite. Now tell me, whose is more valuable?”
The question was rhetorical.
Heartman answered.
“Well, repatriates are just so incredibly rare. The ability to—“
“Shut the fuck up!” Higgs threatened a back hand, tone exasperated.
Sam sat up, feeling across his chest for the memory of the gunshot wounds. He was completely healed.
Noticing the movement, Heartman darted his head toward Sam. He opened his mouth, most likely to apologise further.
Following his gaze, Higgs smiled. Placing a hand over Heartman’s mouth whilst stepping past, he spoke with regained composure. “Speak of the devil…Stop. Right there. Yeah, that’s perfect.”
Complying for the sake of his friend, Sam paused. He found himself kneeling before them all.
“Oh, Sammy,” Higgs’ laugh was soaked in mirth, “it is all coming back to me…” With an inhale through his teeth, he put a hand on Sam’s head and pulled him into his groin. Sam yanked away fast, hyper aware of the others watching.
“What the fuck?” Sam spat, face flushing red.
“Alright, Specs. You’re up.”
It took Sam a moment to realise that Higgs was speaking to Heartman, who was holding a small silver scalpel. He brought it shakily in front of him, fumbling it and gathering it up again in two hands.
“Sam, I…he said I have to—“
“No, I get it. Do whatever he says.” Sam reassured him before Higgs could get a word in.
Sam knew he just had to stay calm. Make it no fun for Higgs, act bored. Maybe it would all end sooner. He looked at the carpet, deciding that eye contact would just make things harder.
Although he tried to think of other things, the thought of his neck being sliced flashed through his mind. He shut his eyes tight. Sam could never decide if the anticipation of dying was worse than the act itself. Swallowing hard, he forced more comfortable thoughts into his mind. He found himself reciting a nursery rhyme from his childhood.
London Bridge is falling down, falling down—
The searing pain didn’t come to his neck, but across the back of his ankles. His eyes shot open.
“I’m so sorry, Sam!”
His tendons had been slashed.
Sam lunged forward in shock, his body trying to get away from itself. He fell onto his front, the wind knocked from his lungs.
“Take Heartman outside.” Higgs ordered.
Coughing, Sam rasped, “Don’t do anything to him.” Straining his neck upward, he attempted to stare daggers at Higgs, although he could barely see the towering man’s chest from his prone position.
Several soldiers removed Heartman from the lab.
Crouching down, Higgs goaded him. “Or…? Or what? You gonna frown at me real hard?”
Gasping for air through the pain, Sam let his head drop back to the floor. Time to negotiate. “Just…tell me what you want. What will it take for you to leave him be?”
“I’m sorry, Sam.” Responding in mock sympathy, Higgs hovered a hand toward Sam’s naked torso before pulling it away again. “I’m in a funny mood today. I don’t feel like doing deals.”
“Like hell, you don’t.” Sam hissed at Higgs’ back as he watched him saunter back into the main area. “Hey!”
Whilst examining the deep brown liquid in a crystal decanter on the shelf, Higgs addressed his men. “Outside.” Like dogs. He poured himself a glass and took a sip as the soldiers promptly left.
Sam tried again. “Higgs. Whatever you’re planning on doing, please leave him out of it.”
Shrugging, Higgs took another sip. “Do I look like I’m planning something? Fuck, man. I just want to relax.”
“You expect me to believe that? That’s bullshit. If you aren’t planning anything then why did you come here?”
Spreading his arms wide, Higgs stifled a laugh. “Have you seen this place?” He took another sip, looking around. “I mean, open your eyes! Nice view, heating, mood lighting…”
Sam remained silent as he wracked his brain for some flaw in Higgs’ reasoning.
“So, when you just appeared,” Higgs continued, making his way back over to Sam, “well, I just couldn’t get you in a compromising position fast enough, could I?”
It made sense. Higgs couldn’t have accounted for Sam’s decision to infiltrate the Demens today.
This was entirely opportunistic.
“Fuck you.”
“I don’t know why you’re such good friends with that little worm, anyway. I barely had to convince him to hurt you.”
“What’s it to you?” Sam growled, using his arms to crawl through the bloodied footprints toward the door.
After refilling his glass, Higgs sat on the small step that divided the medical bed from the main room. He propped the rifle by his side and sniffed. “Fuck friends like him. Spend time with me instead.”
“What are you talking about?! You’re not my fucking friend!” He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The man was a lunatic. Hand over hand, Sam hauled himself toward the large metal door.
“You’re angry. You don’t really mean that…”
With great effort, Sam lifted his upper body and waved. The door didn’t budge. In futility, he slammed his palm against the closed seam again and again.
Higgs sipped his drink and sighed. Waiting.
Sam saw a button on the wall next to the door. It was out of reach. With great care, he moved into a kneeling position. As his tendons shifted and feet tilted against the floor, he couldn’t help but to cry out, tears watering his vision.
“Ooh.” Higgs winced at Sam’s visible agony.
Testing the length of his outstretched arm, Sam found that he was still too short. He tried to jump from his knees. A mistake. The landing jarred his knees and jolted his ankles. He crumpled into silent, all-consuming pain. Sam didn’t unfurl himself until the pulsing nerves calmed their blaring onslaught.
When he did, he saw Higgs waiting still. Sipping his drink.
Fucker.
Sam was permanently crippled. Helpless. Trapped.
There was no other way out of this scenario. It was designed for Sam to do what Higgs loved to see him do most.
Crawl and beg.
Giving a single pat to the rifle against his thigh, Higgs asked, “Want me to put you down?”
“Fuck’s sake…yeah. Okay.” Sam muttered.
“Ready to be a good boy?” There was an eager twitch at the edge of Higgs’ words.
Hesitating, Sam tried to weigh up the situation. He was taking Heartman’s place. That much was reassuring. The fact that there was no real deal outlining any rules this time made him uneasy but he was in no position to dispute things. There was a single choice left for him to make, if you could call it a choice. Rot on the ground while Heartman freezes outside, or be a good boy for Higgs. Beyond that, Sam was simply hoping for the best.
“Mhm.” He replied resentfully, feeling his cheeks go hot.
Turning his rifle toward Sam, Higgs let himself smile. “Come on, then.”
Scowling and gritting his teeth, Sam began to heave himself back toward Higgs. He felt the blood from his opened ankles cool as it spread across his skin and dried. Once he found himself staring at the laces on Higgs’ boots, he readied himself.
Higgs didn’t shoot.
“Do it. What the fuck are you waiting for?”
“Manners.”
Sam tried not to sully his delivery with curse words. “…Please.”
“‘Please’, what?” The boot tapped.
“Please, kill me.”
Shaking the gun a little to prompt Sam even closer, Higgs added a further instruction. “Suck it.” He tilted his head.
With a final glowering stare, Sam opened his mouth and inched forward just enough for the cold muzzle to rest on his quivering tongue. He closed his lips around it and shut his eyes tight.
“When you wake up, you’re going to say thank you. Okay?”
Just as Sam gave a single nod, the shot rang out.
***
Sam awoke to Higgs’ self-satisfied face staring back at him.
He tried to stand but found he was fastened to Heartman’s medical bed. It was designed to be manoeuvred around as needed, even into a standing position. Heartman would use it like a leaning chair to catch him during his cardiac episodes.
Higgs swung the bed around so it was bolt upright.
“What are you doing?”
He was met with a disappointed tut from Higgs and a heavy-handed slap across the face.
After the sting and the shock subsided, Sam began to ask again. “Wha—“
Another slap. Harder.
Confusion clouded Sam’s mind as he looked at Higgs’ hand. He held a pointer finger close to his face. A warning that it would happen again.
Oh, right.
“I mean, thank you.”
That was the correct phrase. Patting Sam’s cheek, Higgs returned to his task. “You are so welcome, Sam.” He pulled the stirrups and arms apart so Sam’s limbs were splayed. Finally, he raised the bed so that Sam was far from the ground and Higgs was eye level to his navel.
Sam was starting to feel extremely vulnerable. He had been in only his underwear since the fight, whilst Higgs was completely dressed except for his face.
“What are you doing?” Sam asked again.
“You know, I’m so glad you dropped by today. Things were getting a bit same-samey. This feels like a holiday.”
“So this is it? You gonna do the usual?” Sam was bristling.
“Like I said, I don’t really have a plan. It does…seem like that’s what you’re hoping for, though.” Higgs glanced down at Sam’s groin.
Looking down, Sam saw that he was semi-hard under his briefs. He squirmed to try to hide it, embarrassment rushing his system. It must have been the slapping. From the time he spent with Higgs previously, Sam had been conditioned to find pleasure in the act.
“I, uh…” Sam stuttered for some excuse.
Mercifully, Higgs interjected. “But, you’re right. The usual stuff doesn’t always cut it. I don’t want to bore you…Let’s step things up this time.” He picked up the scalpel from the stained carpet.
Head smashing back against the bed, Sam tried to pull himself away at the sight of the blade. “No, no! No way!”
Giving the blade a little twirl so it glinted in the light, Higgs smiled. “If you lean into it, this will be a lot of fun for you too. Trust me.”
As he watched Higgs advance, Sam felt a lot of things. Trust was not one of them.
He began throwing quick appeasements into the mix, hoping this was some kind of test of his manners. “No, thanks. No. Thank you. Please, no. Please.”
Higgs ignored his pleas.
No magic words.
The scalpel traced the scar of Sam’s navel down to his public hair. Higgs paused at the waistband of Sam’s briefs and pressed in just enough to split the fibres.
Holding his breath, Sam watched as Higgs cut downward. His semi-erection kept the material stretched taut. Once the blade reached the hem of his thigh, Higgs ripped the briefs away.
“Mm, there it is.” Higgs swept a firm palm over Sam’s cock.
As much as Sam willed it not to, he felt his cock respond. It twitched as if trying to reach for more. He had to stop himself from gasping when the warm grip enclosed his shaft. Goosebumps raised along the surface of his skin in shivering waves as Higgs gave him several slow pumps.
“Look at you…” He spoke with simmering lust, trailing his hand down to Sam’s balls.
He’d barely been touched but Sam’s cock was now rigid. Almost aching. There was no hiding it. He hung his head, ready to bear the brunt of Higgs’ taunts.
No taunts came from Higgs’ mouth, however. He was heavily immersed in his own arousal. Eyes wide and focused, he took up the scalpel again and began tracing it up Sam’s inner thigh.
Sam closed his eyes and breathed out slow. The scalpel didn’t break the skin, pressure so light that it tickled. From his mind’s eye, Sam tracked it going up, up toward the seam beneath his balls. The threat of it had a strange effect on him. He was afraid, but as the blade grazed between his legs, his cock pulsed. A thrill.
With a low laugh, Higgs praised the reaction. “That’s right…lean into it.” His tone was soothing, reassuring. Evidently in no rush, he traced the blade down the other thigh. He repeated this action again. By the third lap, Sam’s cock was dripping.
The firm hand closed around his shaft again. In his trance, Sam threw his hips forward and moaned. He was rewarded with a few more merciful pumps until Higgs stopped again.
The blade returned to Sam’s inner thigh and began tracing the same route. This time, it pressed a fraction harder.
“You trust me?”
“Yeah…” Sam panted mindlessly.
“You relaxed?”
“…Yeah.”
The reward for his compliance came once more. Higgs’ hand grabbed Sam’s cock and he began to pump it again, this time without stopping.
“Oh, yes…” Sam breathed the words to himself, body tensing.
As his nerves sang in pleasure, Sam suddenly felt the quick, hot slice of the blade against his inner thigh.
“Ah! Ah!” He cried out, but his body was entirely confused. It hurt. It felt good.
Higgs kept pumping the shaft. Sam felt it hardening impossibly against his grip.
“Ssh, ssh, ssh.” Higgs soothed. “Was that okay?”
Drool forming at his bottom lip, Sam nodded.
Another cut slashed the opposite side. Sam flinched, the surprise of it bringing him closer to the edge. The endorphins that radiated from the searing pain made his breath ragged.
More.
Higgs pumped faster. He paired this with many smaller, lighter cuts into the soft and sensitive skin below Sam’s groin.
Sam was near ecstasy. The cuts no longer scared him. He enjoyed it. It felt as if he were being nibbled at, teased with bites. All the while, his cock was being relentlessly stimulated. He was close, moans rising along each breath.
“You want to cum?” Higgs was panting too now.
“Yeah. Yes. Please.”
The scalpel plunged into Sam’s leg. When it was drawn back out, a gushing stream of blood burst out with it. It splattered against Higgs and poured down his clothing.
“Ah-!” Sam gaped at the sight.
“Better hurry up, then. I don’t think you even have a minute.”
The femoral artery.
Bastard.
Sam already felt his extremities begin to tingle as the blood drained from his body. He looked to Higgs for some answer.
Higgs only stared back, wild-eyed and spattered with Sam’s blood. He was drinking in the sight in front of him. Drunk off it. Memorising it.
Breath becoming shallow, and the room beginning to spin, Sam wasn’t sure if he was moaning anymore or if it was some trick of his mind. If he hadn’t seen the blood gushing from his thigh, he could have believed that it was all going to his cock. His throbbing, aching cock. It was all Sam could concentrate on as his peripheries closed in on him.
Higgs was pumping it so hard and fast for him now.
“That’s it, lean into it. Good boy.” Higgs was repeating somewhere in the back of Sam’s consciousness.
Fuck, it feels too good.
Sam couldn’t breath anymore. He was light-headed. Dizzy. He felt electric jolts fire along his nerves at an intensity he wasn’t prepared to handle. With airless gasps and eyes shot wide, his body convulsed into violent, uncontrollable shudders. Burst after burst of cum shot from his cock.
He bled out before the final few pulses.
***
When Sam woke, he was still bound to the bed. It had been moved into a sedentary position and he was able to look out over the snowy vista. He was on his stomach, legs propped wide in a semi-kneeling position on the stirrups, ass completely on display.
Although Sam had barely had a moment to stir, Higgs descended upon him. The man was still fully clothed. A deliberate tactic. Sam felt the cape draping against his own bare skin as Higgs leaned over him.
Arms pinning either side of Sam, Higgs growled in his ear. “So, how was that? Fun?”
The event was fresh on Sam’s mind. It felt like nothing he had experienced before, although he was not eager to repeat it. As a repatriate, he had been around the block but that felt more like a shady back alleyway. Too dark. Too easy to ‘lean into’…
Not wanting to encourage Higgs, Sam opted instead to change the subject. “Heartman has been out there for too long. It’s snowing.”
Slapping Sam’s ass cheek, Higgs began to move away, “I’ll have him brought in”
“No, wait!”
To Sam’s horror, Higgs left the room. He thrashed uselessly against the bindings.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Humiliation.
The thought of anyone, let alone someone close to Sam coming in and seeing…he couldn’t even finish the thought.
The sound of the door sliding open again made him freeze.
“Only me.” Higgs said. He came up behind Sam and caressed him. “Relax.”
Scoffing, Sam spat back “Relax? You’re talking about bringing Heartman in!”
“It was your idea…” Higgs let his thumb sweep along the edges of Sam’s hole. “Plus he’s not here yet, is he?”
Sam went rigid. “‘Yet’?!”
Enjoying the torment, Higgs kept his tone nonchalant. “I told the boys to throw him through the door when he has his next heart attack. I also told them to head back to camp, as a little reward for you.” He lined his hips up with Sam, testing the height of the bed.
“What?!”
“What’s wrong? How long does he stay down for?”
Exasperated, Sam’s voice broke. “Three minutes!”
His panicked response was met with laughter from Higgs. “So, three minutes minus however long it takes for him to be brought in.”
“When did he last go into cardiac arrest?”
Another slap to the cheek. “I didn’t think to ask.”
Sam dropped his forehead to the bed. This was a nightmare.
“What do you think he’ll say? Will he ever look at you the same? Hm?” Higgs goaded while spreading Sam open and admiring him. “Yeah… ‘The Man Who Delivers’. Receiving. But don’t worry, changing that nickname is an easy fix.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“That’s not how good boys talk.” Higgs teased. A warning.
Sam held his tongue. He clearly wasn’t calling any shots today.
A cold sensation suddenly hit Sam’s entrance. He jolted in shock.
“Would you believe this guy has lube? For medical purposes, I’m sure.”
Coated in the thick substance, Sam felt Higgs’ finger penetrate him without any resistance. It felt like a luxury compared to the usual spit job that Higgs would provide.
Feeling Higgs’ finger inside overwhelmed Sam. He tried to reason with himself. If he was trapped here, he might as well try to enjoy things until having to deal with the possibility of an audience.
Higgs slipped it in as far as the knuckle a few times before introducing another finger.
“A-h!” Sam stuttered, all thoughts shunted immediately from his mind.
The familiar sense of desire flared up in Sam’s chest as the fingers rubbed at him, testing his readiness. The feeling of being filled so slightly only made him crave more. He arched back as far as his restraints would allow him.
Fingers pushing forward, Higgs feathered at Sam’s P-spot. Sam groaned, all thought and reason melting away with each stroke. He tried to push back, body begging for more.
An eager chuckle stirred from Higgs’ throat. He swept a hand under Sam and squeezed his erection. “What’s this for, huh? You think you need a hard dick for what I’m about to do to you?”
Sam shook his head, cheek pressing into the bed as he panted like a dog.
A barrage of hard slaps hit Sam’s ass, each one building upon the screaming pain of the last. Sam cried out and writhed in vain. Higgs targeted the same spot, spanking him until he was red raw.
When he finally relented, his hand stroked soothing circles over the throbbing skin. The endorphins spread along Sam’s thighs and stomach.
Shimmering, heavenly relief.
“Use your words.”
It took Sam a moment to realise what Higgs wanted from him. Remembering the question that was posed before the punishment, Sam quickly answered. “No, I don’t need it.”
“That’s right. It’s my turn now, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.”
“Uh-huh. You want me to fuck you?”
“Fuck me. Please.”
“You want my cum?” A rasp gave away Higgs’ abandoned composure.
“I want your fucking cum.” Sam was breathless, eager.
Unable to keep himself away any longer, Higgs unzipped his coveralls just enough to press his cock against Sam’s hole.
Sam was already grinding against the bed in anticipation.
Easing it slow, but with the heavy help of lubricant, Higgs forced the head of his cock past the opening. After a couple of shallow movements of his hips to make sure the lube coated his shaft, Higgs rammed eagerly into Sam’s waiting heat.
They moaned curses together, heads thrown back.
“Holy fuck! This is where I belong…” Higgs exclaimed.
It was a little too far, too fast. Sam would pay for that later. Right now, he wanted it deep inside him. More. They didn’t have the time to go easy, thanks to Higgs’ added threat of bringing Heartman back inside at any point.
Grabbing Sam’s waist, Higgs found a rhythm in his thrusts. His hard, slicked cock pumped deep into Sam as their bodies slammed together again and again.
The sound of the doors opening and a body thumping onto the ground made Sam freeze. He hooked his fingers around the edge of the padding as if he meant to tear it away. Adrenaline and dread saturated his bloodstream.
Higgs made a laugh of delight through his efforts. “Oh, that’s perfect timing. That’s nice. You’ll like this, Sam. Look.” He swung the bed around so Sam could see Heartman lying on the floor just by the entrance.
He was okay, still hooked up to his defibrillator. Facing them. Eyes shut. Thank fuck. He was in the midst of his cadiac episode, visiting the beach as he did so many times a day. Blissfully unaware of the debauchery happening about ten foot away.
The sight of his friend laying there, ready to wake in less than three minutes, freaked Sam out. This is not my thing. The scenario was a nightmare, not a fantasy. Heart pounding in fear of what was to follow, he was instinctually withdrawn from any arousal.
Higgs on the other hand, was having the time of his life. Sam could feel his excitement through the change in his very grip. The hitch in his laboured breath. The added thrill of being caught, of showing Sam’s friends what he can do, made his cock pulse and twitch. He growled into each thrust, quickening his pace.
Knowing he was running out of time, Sam tensed himself around Higgs’ cock.
Time to speed things up.
“Oh shit, Sammy…you’re grabbing me. Oh, f-fuck yes. It’s like you’re milking me.”
It didn’t take long.
Higgs’ thrusts began to stagger and his fingers dug into Sam’s flesh. Dragging Sam’s hips toward his own, Higgs stalled. He teetered on the edge for a moment, then began to tremble. Gasping, he fell forward and drove his cock as deep as it would go over and over until the final spasms left his body.
They lay as a panting heap for a moment longer. Higgs breathing in Sam’s ear, full weight upon him. Sam tried to adjust against the feeling of Higgs’ zipper digging into his back.
The brief respite was interrupted by Heartman’s defibrillator signalling that there were thirty seconds until revival.
With a moaning nuzzle into Sam’s neck, Higgs removed his cock and stood up. He wiped himself off with Sam’s tattered briefs and began to zip up his coveralls.
“Can you get me up off this thing? We don’t have much time.” Sam asked in as calm a tone as he could summon.
“Damn! That was good. Don’t be a stranger, Sam. In fact, what are you up to next week?” The teasing tone had returned. Higgs walked into the main area.
He’s fucking leaving.
“Hey! Quit messing around and let me up.”
Higgs ignored him.
“Hey! Don’t you fucking jump…Higgs! Get me off!” Sam rattled his restraints.
Smirk on full display, Higgs adjusted his cape. “Pretty sure I already did.”
Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen—
“I’m fucking naked! I’m spread open here!” Sam looked, wild-eyed, to Heartman.
“Mmm, yes you are.” Shaking his head along each word, Higgs spent a second marvelling at his work.
“Don’t fucking do this…Wait! What the fuck?! What am I going to tell him?!” Desperation flooded Sam’s voice.
Glancing down at Heartman, Higgs prodded him with his toe. “Why don’t you tell him I fucked you on his bed. Tell him I fucked you good.” He added a following thought, “He’s going to have a hard time getting the lube off, anyway.”
Three, two—
“Higgs!?”
One.
With casual salute and shit-eating grin, Higgs was gone.
Administering shock.