A/N: This is being written for a prompt on the Chuck kinkmeme on livejournal. It's mostly done, but I haven't had the time to sit down and hammer out the fine details of the ending. I thought I'd share with you guys, use you as a sounding board if that's okay. This deals with explicit NON-CON. Please enjoy.

Beautiful Obscene – Prologue

Chuck wakes with his head throbbing in erratic cacophony, cheek smashed against a threadbare mattress. The air is filled with the smell of mildew, sweat, and faintly, of human excrement. His mouth is wet, sticky, and when he sits up and touches two fingers to lips, they come away smeared red. Everything aches. There's a yawning blankness in his mind that he can't penetrate, can't remember, and the knowledge of missing time intensifies the sudden panic that rises in him.

Chuck stands. The floor lurches and shifts beneath his feet. He falls back onto mattress with a moan that shivers up his throat as the world spins sickeningly, like a tilt-o-whirl with broken gears. That's not what makes Chuck feel nauseous, however. What makes him feel weak, dizzy, sick with an almost primitive fear, is the fact that he's been stripped bare.

A television flickers to life in one corner of the room. Chuck looks at the image on the screen and feels the air leave his lungs, siphoned out as if by a set of bellows. He wants to shut his eyes against what he's seeing; he wants to pretend that this wasn't happening.

Chuck watches himself onscreen, limp, unconscious, facedown on the same filthy mattress he was sitting on. A man he doesn't recognize walks into the room and carefully shuts the door behind him. The man has a trim goatee and a neat, precise haircut. He's wearing a power suit, all black with grey pinstripes – clear-cut and crisp like the rest of him. In the video, the man strokes a black-gloved hand through Chuck's hair. He cups the back of Chuck's head delicately and turns his lax face to one side. The man pushes his index finger between Chuck's slack lips. He trails his other hand trails down Chuck's back and dips the tips of his fingers into the crevice of his ass.

The sick feeling in Chuck's stomach sharpens, wrenches all thought from his head as he continues to watch. Onscreen, the man - fingers long and spindly, he notices - smiles and works the gloved finger in Chuck's mouth in and out. Then, with a small smile that makes the bile rise in Chuck's throat, the man removes his finger and moves behind Chuck's limp body.

The feed continues to roll and Chuck's horror grows. He's shocked, disgusted - he knows what's going to happen next. Confirming his worst fears, Chuck watches as the man works his spit-slicked, gloved finger into Chuck's ass to the knuckle.

"No no no," Chuck moans, trembling now, his limbs seized with the enormity of what's happening - of what's happened. He clutches his head, presses his palms against his temples, shuts his eyes tight. iDidn't happen, can't happen, oh god oh god.../i A groan onscreen draws Chuck's attention to the television again.

Chuck watches, eyes bright with the type of fear that makes every breath ihurt/i, as the man unzips his fly and pulls out his cock. He tugs off one of his gloves with his teeth and spits on his palm. It only takes a few quick strokes for the man to bring himself to full hardness, chin tilted forward, eyes glued to the almost lazy motion of his hand as he works another finger into Chuck's ass. The man removes his fingers after a few more shoves, sinking them into Chuck's body, well past the knuckles. He lines his cock up with Chuck's hole.

Chuck throws up everything in his stomach as on screen, the man yanks up his hips and works himself into Chuck's ass, pushing his cock deep into his body until the backs of his thighs are flush with his own. He continues to vomit as the video continues to roll, and onscreen, the man grunts and begins to fuck Chuck's limp body in earnest. The man is utterly silent as he repeatedly rams into Chuck's body – the slap of skin on skin of the video feed is the only noise that provides a backdrop to the sound of Chuck's retching.

He throws up until it's nothing but pink-tinged froth.

Onscreen, the door opens and more men enter.

(To be continued…)