Part 1: Captured
Mako opened his eyes slowly and groaned. He felt sore all over but instantly recognized the cause of his dull ache, having felt it before. Electricity. This was definitely not good.
The last thing he remembered was fighting off a mass of Equalists with Bolin. There were so many…it was impossible odds, really. The bending brothers were doing pretty well, but one of the non-benders had apparently slipped past and must have grabbed him with an electric glove. If this was the case then the worst has happened: he has been captured by the enemy.
"Mako?" Bolin's voice whispered from a few feet away. Mako closed his eyes again. No. Not Bolin. He knew he was strong enough to handle the sorts of things that might happen to him in an enemy prison: beatings, torture, even rape. But he also knew he would break completely if he watched Bolin suffer. His younger brother was always his weak spot.
Mako tried to sit up fully and realized for the first time that he was restrained. Metal cuffs snaked around his wrists, pinning them above his head. A glance across the cell revealed that Bolin was similarly sitting—slouched, with his arms pinned above him.
Mako took a deep breath in an attempt to remove any shakiness from his voice. "Hey bro. It's going to be okay. I'm sure Korra will be here soon to break us out of this joint." He tried to smile reassuringly. Being so practiced at it, comforting Bolin was easy, natural—second nature even.
Bolin opened his mouth to reply but stopped and turned his head. Voices were approaching from the hallway in front of their cells. Suddenly two male guards appeared: an older, taller one with amber eyes and a younger, squat one with green eyes. Mako noted the superficial similarity to him and his brother immediately and offhandedly wondered if it was intentional.
"Well look at this—it appears our prisoners are finally awake. Now we can finally have some fun!" The green-eyed guard's expression was jubilant as he turned towards Bolin. "I like the looks of this chubby one: all sweetness and innocence. I can't wait to break you in, you bending abomination!"
Fuck, fuck, FUCK! This cannot be happening! Still dazed and aching, Mako sat up as straight as possible, pulling his arms forward and testing the strength of his restraints.
"Oh hello there, big brother," the guard continued, glancing his way at the sound of his shifting chains. "Sadly for you I don't think you're going to enjoy our little show very much. I think we'll start by sampling his mouth…then maybe that hot ass. Of course, we shouldn't just think of ourselves. Your brother MUST get some pleasure out of this too."
Mako looked over at Bolin whose eyes were growing wider and wider as the guard continued. Bolin's mouth dropped open and he glanced up, meeting his brother's gaze. Apparently embarrassed to the point of speechlessness, the earthbender looked away, an attractive blush coloring his cheeks. Both guards were looking at him now as if he were a rare slab of meat.
Mako felt a seething rage fill him and he rattled his chains without thinking, attracting the attention of both guards.
"No! No…please…" Mako struggled against his restraints, trying to think of something he could say to deter the guards' intentions. He spoke again, practically yelling now, saying the first thing that popped into his head. "You don't want to do this to him. He's not of age! He's only sixteen!" Desperate panic filled his voice.
The younger guard looked incredulous before breaking into a peal of cruel laughter. But the older hesitated, a look of uncertainty on his face. Mako addressed him when he next spoke.
"Please don't do this to him—he's just a child! It's not just cruel, but it's…wrong. Take me instead. If you do, I swear that I will do anything you want. I will be…cooperative…" His voice trailed off as the amber-eyed guard's look of uncertainty turned into a predatory glaze.
"Oh will you now?" He purred, looking Mako up and down. Mako closed his eyes, sickened by the words he had just spoken. "You won't resist…no matter what?"
"MAKO, NO!" Bolin interrupted. "PLEASE don't do this!"
"I have to, Bo." Mako said, quieter this time. "I won't resist. You have my word."
The older guard smiled cruelly and opened the gate. He approached Mako, unhooking his restraints and grabbing his wrist cuffs. The younger guard went straight to Bolin who was struggling wildly against his restraints and swearing profusely at the guards.
"None of that now. Open wide," the younger guard said. "Otherwise we'll have to punish your brother for your dirty mouth." Bolin instantly stopped struggling and opened his mouth, allowing the guard to tie a piece of cloth around him in a cruel mockery of gentleness. The guard began to stroke his cheek suggestively and Bolin, unable now to voice his complaints, shut his eyes.
Mako felt red-hot rage course through him once again. He took a deep breath, quelling his urge to bend. Think. This isn't the time for violence.
"I thought I would be enough for you, but I see that's not the case," he addressed the younger guard, trying to put a hint of suggestiveness into his words. The young earthbender was trembling at the guard's touch, now stroking up and down his neck, and had scooted back into the wall as far as he could.
The guard turned his gaze to Mako and started towards his side of the cell. Thank the spirits. Bolin opened his eyes and shouted something into his gag, but it was not audible.
"Stand up," the younger guard ordered. In a flash he had undone Mako's restraints and had redone them so that he was attached to a metal hook hanging from the ceiling, his arms stretched above his head. The green-eyed guard produced a knife and Mako felt a sudden jolt of fear. The guard began cutting away Mako's shirt roughly.
"Stand still," the guard said, snickering. "We wouldn't want there to be any accidents, now would we?"
His shirt in tatters, the guards easily peeled it off before starting on his pants. Mako looked from them to his brother, who was watching him with an expression that combined both terror and horror. I'm sorry, Bolin, Mako thought and closed his eyes once more before the last shreds of his clothing fell off.
A sound of a metal belt clasp being undone and sliding out of one of the guard's pants caused Mako to jump. Not an unexpected sound, but definitely not a comforting one. Mako heard Bolin's muffled shouts, which was all the warning he received before he felt a sudden, sharp slap to his back.
Mako gasped, unprepared. The belt slapped down onto his back again, and another jolt of pain went through him. Again and again the belt fell as Mako bit his bottom lip to keep from crying out. Ten, twenty, thirty, forty lashes, and the pace remained just as fast as it had at the beginning. The guards began aiming at especially painful places: the sides of his ribs, spots where he had already been hit, and the soft crease between his thighs and butt, clearly trying to solicit a reaction. Finally, defeated, Mako let his cries sound, wishing, praying that the beating would stop.
Eventually it did. Mako, incredibly relieved, heard the sound of his chains being lowered and felt a hand push him to his knees. Mako opened his eyes and glanced at Bolin, who had tears silently streaming down his cheeks. Definitely not good.
The older guard took something out of his pocket. "Open your mouth," he instructed and Mako complied. Mako felt a cold and metallic object being inserted, and tried to close his mouth. The thing—some sort of metallic ring—had stretched his jaw uncomfortably, leaving Mako no choice but to keep his mouth wide.
"There now, it would be such a shame for you to accidently nip one of us while we used that tight mouth of yours," the younger guard said in a parody of sweetness. "This ring gag will prevent anything like that from happening."
Mako saw the guard approach his face, the man's hard cock already freed from his pants. Sickened, Mako closed his eyes as the guard tilted his head upwards and shoved his dick inside his mouth.
Mako opened his eyes, alarmed and gagging on the guard's cock. The ring gag and his bound arms allowed him no purchase and he could not stop the guard from shoving his cock all the way down his throat. Mako felt a rush of panic as he gasped for air until the man pulled out, only to ferociously push in again almost immediately.
The guard pumped his hips back and forth, impaling himself deep into Mako's mouth and throat. Bolin had stopped crying and was looking at Mako with a terrible expression of pity. Mako shut his eyes, resigned to the fact that this was happening right now and there was nothing he could do to make it stop.
With a shudder the guard poured his semen down Mako's throat. Coughing and sputtering, the firebender choked again before the guard pulled out leisurely. Mako tried to swallow all of it so that Bolin wouldn't have to see that, but cum leaked out of the sides of his mouth anyway. Mako looked at Bolin again, who was now sobbing silently once more.
The older guard removed Mako's chains from the ceiling and attached his cuffed hands so that he was facing the wall opposite Bolin, bent over nearly in half.
"On your hands and knees, bender," the guard said roughly, shoving Mako down. Mako complied, his already sore knees protesting as he assumed the demanded position.
Thankful that he no longer forced to watch the expression on his younger brother's face, Mako could not suppress a gasp of horror as the elder guard shoved two slickened fingers roughly inside of him. They must have been carrying some sort of lubricant for exactly this purpose because the entrance was quick and smooth. A third and then a fourth finger quickly joined in, stretching him uncomfortably.
Mako only had a moment to feel relief before the guard entered him in one swift motion. The firebender stifled a whimper of pain—it hurt, damnit—but he had to stay strong and brave. Any sounds of distress would make Bolin feel even worse. The guard started to pump slowly, back and forth, moaning appreciatively at the tightness.
The green-eyed guard moved to Mako's side and began to suggestively stroke his chest, slowly moving downwards. And damnit to hell—Mako could feel his body start to respond after a few minutes of his ministrations. Feeling betrayed by his body's reactions, he gasped as the younger guard grabbed his dick, half horrified and half wanting him to continue.
The elder guard continued to pump into him and the younger continued to stroke him, and eventually Mako was rock hard and dripping. After a few more minutes the burning sensation in his rear was replaced by a much more pleasant feeling. This time Mako held back sounds of pleasure, but he couldn't help but gasp as he was brought closer to the edge.
Completely incongruous with his situation, a sudden wave of pleasure alerted Mako that he was about to come. Moaning as quietly as he could, his cock spurted as the green-eyed guard above him pumped even harder. A few minutes later the elder guard was moaning as well and the pumping behind him finally stopped.
The younger guard moved to Bolin and issued a series of striking jabs, chi blocking him, before moving back to Mako and performing the same act. Both brothers were then unchained from the walls, Bolin still gagged and clothed and Mako naked and dripping with cum.
"Have a nice night, boys," the younger guard said, throwing a dirty looking blanket into the cell as he locked the doors.
After a few moments, feeling incredibly sore and stiff, Mako crawled over to Bolin who had taken off his gag and had tears silently streaming down his face.
"I…I'm sorry…" he started, but Bolin cut him off.
"No! Mako…please. I…can't. Just please…sleep?" Bolin asked, his voice trembling.
Mako nodded and moved to lay himself down on an old, filthy looking cot that was pushed against the backside of the cell. Bolin joined him and rested his head on his older brother's shoulders, tucking under his arm and huddling around the firebender's body as if for warmth, just like when they were kids. Exhausted and emotionally drained, Mako pulled the blanket over them and wrapped his arms around his younger brother tightly.