"Please, Captain."
..hard to find a good steak around here. Once an icebreaker to initiate conversation with his brooding captain, albeit one which failed miserably, it now ironically seemed an underlying invitation to the primal treatment he now received at the hands of the man he looked up to. Piers could still taste the vodka flavored kiss against pouted lips, which, with a quick dart of his tongue, he could feel had swelled further from it. Those eagle eyes of his which could pick off a speck of a target from a high powered lens were trained to the gritty concrete underfoot, even as each breath he sucked in came in a higher pitch from the constraining scarf around the smooth skin of his neck, reddened and marred by his captain's teeth. Chris had been a man of action, always, and brawny hands gave testament to that as they treated the trademark scarf as a leash, a firm pull against the fabric causing the smaller mans head to lift in forced compliance. "I didn't fuckin' hear you, kid." Neat brows furrowed in response to his captain's words, and color rushed to his countenance as he found himself spurred on by the challenge, yet his response was cut short by a sudden yank of the scarf as the scruff of Chris' face scratched against his ear, his scent all the more sweeter to drunk senses.
Piers had always been one for a challenge. He carried a rifle most men only used in pairs, and fired it standing more often than not when it was built particularly for the prone position. Recoil had never stopped him before and it certainly didn't stop him now. It was that glimmer hidden behind golden eyes that defied everything. There were no boundaries Piers hadn't learned to break, he was trained that way, to fight back no matter what the consequences. Chris always pushed him, even when they were thrown into the pits of hell, why should this be any different. It egged him on despite himself, just to see the way his captain would smile approvingly at him for beating all the damn odds. The drunk wicked sneer that pulled at Chris' lips, eying the raw skin as the fabric bit at Piers' neck was no different, just a different sort of challenge that warranted all of what he had to give.
"P-nngh.. Please, Captain." Piers choked out as the scarf remained coiled around his throat, causing him to swallow dryly as he begged once more, and he knew it pleased Chris the moment he felt the large girth of a throbbing cock pressing now more firmly against the underside of his smooth, bare ass. Clenching his pearly white teeth, while one might find amusement in Agent Piers Nivans of the SOU unit of the BSAA being treated like a back-alley slut. Deep within he knew it was where, and what he must be, it was for the captain, to once more make him the man he knew him to be. As the bulbous tip of Chris' cock began pressing into the crevice of his ass, he emitted a hoarse grunt. With Piers' pants in a heap about his ankles, he was trapped in place, and he wondered if somehow, the captain knew it. Knew that in his boots, there was no hope of simply kicking his pants off, and the burly hand which held his scarf like a leash would not release him. "I knew you wanted this, Nivans. Goddamned slut..." His words trailed off as Chris could feel pressure behind his eyes, perspiration gleaming against his dark brows, a flash of remembrance as he could feel the blazing sun beating down upon him, every accentuated muscle of his huge frame slick with sweat making his clothes stick to him all the more uncomfortably. Just as he attempted to remember the location of his flashback, a black leather-covered fist manifested to collide fiercely against his face, snapping him out of the flashback as if he'd been lost in nightmares.
Deep within his barrel chest, he growled in frustration, and he lifted his hand, pursing his lips as he spat into his palm, lowering the hand to make do with what lubrication was available, stroking the pulsating girth of his dick until it grew slick. Cupping the same hand, it moved back just a bit before he gave the younger mans ass a spank which caused a snapping clap of flesh on flesh to echo through the alley, off the filth and dilapidated garbage. It wasn't anything the young sniper couldn't handle, he simply closed his eyes for a moment, color still filling his cheeks. It wasn't until the one that followed that he remembered his captains brute strength. The man spent time hand to hand with BOWs and when he was hell bent on causing injury there was no question as to who was in charge. Chris moved his arm back much further than the last time, the muscles of his triceps and biceps bulging with a flex before the hand was slapped against Piers' ass hard enough that it nearly knocked the smaller mans head into the alley wall his shredded forearms were already pressed against. This time, it caught Piers off guard, and it wasn't a grunt that came; his pouty lips parted as he heaved a gasp, blinking rapidly for a few moments as he briefly looked over his shoulder, and there he was, his leader hulking above him like a muscled beast. He could actually feel the red hand print upon the firm cheek of his ass. Shortly after the spanks, Chris lifted the hand he had used to lubricate his cock to his face, his lips forced apart as he lewdly pushed his middle finger past his lips and into his humid mouth, "Suck on it," Chris voice was a deep rasp, caught in his chest while he impatiently waited for his partner to do as commanded. He could watch Piers suck his fingers all day; dragging the pad of his fingers along the inside of his cheek before shoving them to the back of his throat causing the man under him to gag on them. Moistening the finger, he slid it back out past his lips as a brief line of spittle hung from his lower lip, and he swiftly lifted his forearm to clumsily wipe away the tasteless spit from his mouth.
"You know the fuckin' drill, kid.. push out with that puckered ass, or I'll rip you in half." Nearly snarling the words out, he released his death grip upon the scarf to reach down, using his fingers to part the cheeks of Piers' ass, pressing the slick fingertip against the tight entrance, and Piers paused for a moment. It was difficult for a soldier to forget his dignity and pride, but if getting fucked bareback again was what it would take to bring his captain back, he would take one for the team, and a part of him couldn't help but feel shameful due to his own guilty pleasure. As Chris threatened to start jamming his thick finger into the asshole, Piers finally submitted. Rolling his neck in a circular motion, he held his breath for a moment as he pushed out with his anus, allowing access within his bowels. Chris chuckled under his breath, that which reeked of alcohol, caressing the tip of his finger against the puckered anus before he shoved his finger into Piers' asshole, and the smaller soldier did his very best not to express any pain on his face, instead burying his face into his own bicep, hiding the pangs of pain on his face. Deeper the finger went; expanding the inner walls of Piers' ass, but Chris was not in the mood for patience, not this time. Yanking the slick finger away from the puckered orifice, he reached to grip the base of his neglected cock, stuffing the impossibly thick head of his cock betwixt the cheeks, and stuffed it into the snipers ass. Piers' mouth suddenly went agape, his pretty face twisted in silent agony as pleasurable grunts could be heard from behind him, and that dick began pushing further, Piers' asshole swallowing every inch like an eager slut. In just a few moments, Piers shuddered hard with a sound mixed with pain and pleasure as Chris' invading cock brushed past his prostate, nearly causing him to jump out of his own skin.
Chris tilted his scruffy chin downward as he clenched his teeth, hissing in a deep breath while he reached forward with a muscular appendage, catching the scarf once more. There was no way on earth this little bitch was going to hide from him; he pulled back hard against the scarf, yanking Piers' face away from his bicep to tilt it straight back, and the captain looked upon that sculpted, angular face while his free arm reached down to wrap around Piers' waist, lowering himself as his chest pressed down against the other man's back. Even getting fucked like this he had to say the kid was almost perfect, the way his face tried to mask the pain of Chris bruising his body from the inside out, along with the small gasps of pleasure that struck him every time Chris buried himself just right. Nuzzling his scruffy cheeks against Piers' hair, he inhaled his scent once more as his hips began to gyrate back and forth. Sweat, gunpowder, garbage, and a slightest hint, when he buried his face against the strained muscles of his neck, something sweet. His cock exploring the kid's ass as it began to piston within the depths of his bowels, and the sound of his muscled thighs clapping against the ass cheeks of Piers would soon begin to fill the alley. Both men breathing heavily, Piers moved to lift an arm, his bloodied forearms shaking as his hand splayed out against the wall, doing his best to brace himself against the physical onslaught assaulting his body. Each thrust of his captain's hips shoved him forward against the wall, just barely saving himself from having his nose break against the solid brick wall. It hurt, but he could take it, and he began whispering the latter of those thoughts beneath his breath, that was, until the sound of his captain's sounds and the clapping of flesh was pierced by a moan which began low but reached a high pitch, his own body betraying him. Piers' fingertips scraped at the brick wall as he was left breathing even harder, wishing in the back of his mind that he would reach the hand that was like a vice on his hip would wrap around and find it's place between his legs. But this was Chris, and even when he remembered Piers it was hard to get the man to touch him in any way but violently. The captain held nothing back, pounding the fat girth of his dick balls deep within the stretched ass that struggled to accommodate the size which slid into his gut with no restraint.
Piers began to break down, his stoic demeanor crumbling as he melted beneath the control of his captain. His head forcefully tilted back, his bright hazel eyes shot open to stare straight up, a fire escape above them, and he could just make out the tiny dots of light in the star studded sky with glazed eyes. It was hard to swallow, yet he still managed to emit what one could only describe as whorish moans, his ass being pounded like a piece of meat, and much to his own chagrin, he could feel his own cock twitch and begin to stiffen. The clapping of flesh grew louder as Chris' rhythm moved faster, pushing as deep as their position would allow, and Chris could barely feel the salty sweat which began to form at his hairline, trickling down against his coarse facial hair. "I'll.. unngh.. I'll show you who never misses a shot, you little fuck." Spoken from the depths of his chest, his voice was intimidating in its guttural tone, yet it was strained as he began to feel a tight knot within his loins. Piers' could feel the meaning in his captain's voice, sending a shiver up his protege's spine, making his eyes flutter shut.
Another flashback flickered in his minds eye as his hips pounded relentlessly against that smooth, firm ass. This time, he was standing in what could only be described as a dark corridor, and standing before him was a lean, fit blonde man who looked incredibly clean, a pair of sunglasses shielding his eyes, and the blonde man pulled a familiar gun on him, revealing a shark-like grin. Meanwhile, his muscular chest heaved as he furrowed his sweaty brows, every muscle in his large frame flexing as he turned his head, biting the earlobe of the soldier he fucked, his mouth lowering to sink his teeth into the crook of Piers' neck and shoulder, biting hard enough to cause Piers to let out a sound of unadulterated pain, yet somehow it tingled with pleasure, knowing that he had caused his tight-lipped countenance to finally break down. His greasy cock continuously invaded that sweet asshole, and Piers could feel that large dick throb against the muscles in his ass, gasping as he felt the cock beginning to swell, but by that point, his body felt so weak from the sexual assault that his bare knees nearly buckled.
Even while inebriated to the point of barely being able to stand, it was as if his instinctive side took over, greedily pounding away at the offered ass of his favored subordinate. He knew the moment he'd met Piers, that playful curl on his lips that he'd be his bitch in every definition of the word. His balls slapping against Piers' as his hips gyrated in a circular motion, keeping himself as deep as humanly possible. He slipped subconsciously back within the flashback involving the blonde man holding a gun trained on him, the man speaking soundless words with a smug expression upon his face, causing a flare of anger to surge within him. Piers was the victim of such anger, his ass feeling absolutely raw at the relentless invasion of that huge cock. Chris could only watch helplessly behind his eyelids as the blonde man, rather than shoot him, struck him with the butt of the sidearm, causing Chris Redfield to let out a yell of frustration. Just as Piers was at his mercy in the flashback, he was at the mercy of this blonde man, wearing a blue and black uniform, with the words "S.T.A.R.S." printed. What the fuck did they stand for? As the blonde man dragged his barely conscious body into a dark, cold cell, he couldn't get up, the blow to his head must have been harder than he expected.
He felt his cock begin to swell, moments away from blowing his load deep into Piers' ass. Chris shook his head to try and shake the flashback as his broad musculature flexed and began to perspire, running his tongue over the bitten and almost mutilated skin on Pier's neck, tasting the sweat that beaded there. A few harder thrusts and he kept himself balls deep within that pretty asshole, that puckered anus now stretched around his meat. He could see the blonde man standing over him with that same cheshire cat grin, and he wanted to stand, to beat the blonde man to a bloody pulp, but the man showed no fear as he stood back and gripped the door. Just as the rusty cell door was slammed, he screamed "no..No..NOOOO!" While that cell door slammed shut, the tip of his rock-hard cock spurted his seed deep within Piers' bowels, his hips smacking against the reddened ass that would for certain be bruised later, and each time a stream of his cum shot up Piers' ass, he groaned and held tight onto the scarf, gagging the moan that tumbled from his partner's lips.
It had been a large, thick load of cum, as the captain hadn't taken care of himself in quite some time, and he could feel a wave of relief throughout his body as his contracting muscles relaxed. He had just fucked Piers Nivans senseless, leaving the kid panting hard beneath him. Chris took a moment to bask in the feeling of his ejaculation even as his cum, mingled with blood, began to dribble and drip down Piers ass and down between his thighs. Piers was too filled with lust and emotion to care, and he gave a tired, lopsided grin which curved at the corner of his mouth, meeting his with exhausted half lidded eyes. Perhaps this was what the captain needed, to remember, to be the man Piers knew him to be, and he'd be damned if he didn't admit he missed the way the man could wreck him almost as much as he missed his clean cut captain of the SOU. Chris pulled hard enough on the scarf that Piers was forced to stand, choking back a stream of obscenity. Chris planted a soft kiss behind Piers earlobe before his tongue dragged against the same spot, forcing Piers' head to turn while he once more planted his lips against the kid's, a hard kiss still tasting of vodka. Piers didn't fight it this time, letting himself give in to the want he always guarded himself against. Piers gasped for air as the salty taste of sweat mingled in their mouths, shocked when it was cut off by Chris suddenly giving a hard shove against the back of Piers' shoulders. With his pants still around his ankles, there was little to nothing he could do in his exhausted state but find himself toppling into a metal trash can, both he and the trash can tumbling over as he landed on his back with a grunt, the back of his thighs still moist with the gooey cum running down them. His conviction was in his eyes as he looked up and trying to catch his breath. "Captain.. you... I.. you have to come back.. I-we need you.." Chris hiked up his pants and stumbled up against the wall and nearly fell himself, buttoning his jeans, using the wall as a brace. As he stared sternly down at what was left of a once proud soldier, taking a long moment to consider him, he dug into his jean pockets, victoriously pulling out a small wad of cash, tossing it so it would land on Piers' chest. "Clean yourself up, whore.. if you try anything funny, I'll fuck your face before my gun does."