WARNING: Sexual content - male on male rape description (I will try to keep it short and as tame as possible). If you would rather skip it, please proceed to the ####

Sam was smiling. For the first time in his life since the abuse began, he was on his way to see the Colonel and he was smiling. He knew it was probably sick, twisted and demented considering what was about to happen, but he was actually looking forward to this.

It'd been horrible for him to have to tell Matty about how his body reacted to the Colonel. It was so painful to talk about. But, Matty was his best friend for a reason. They came up with an ingenious plan. He walked into the Colonel's quarters at 11:59pm, his face a stone mask but internally he was laughing.

"Well, there you are." The Colonel was facing away from the door, but he knew that scent anywhere. It was his soldier. He was hard instantly. His soldier had dared not to take a shower one night before coming to him and had stunk of sweat and the desert. He'd made his soldier pay for his dirtiness, over and over in that shower. That brought him to full staff and he turned the chair, a brow raised.

When he saw that his soldier was at attention he loved it. "At ease." He said coyly. "Well? You haven't said anything about my outfit." He whined.

He took a breath and looked at the Colonel. Sam would've laughed if he knew he wouldn't be punished for it. The Colonel was sitting in the chair with his dress shirt, hat and jacket on, but no pants. He saw that the Colonel was already ready for him and he looked away.

"No no. Look. I want you to." The Colonel slouched a bit in the chair to make his member go higher in the air. He saw Sam's eyes track back to his crotch and his member twitched. The boy may luck out tonight, he was nearly undone just looking at him. Too much remembering earlier, he thought. "Come here." He emphasized the first word. When Sam walked to him he reached out and undid Sam's pants, then pulled his underwear down. When he grabbed on, there was no reaction. He started working his magic, but there was still no reaction. After a few minutes, he was starting to lose his cool.

Well, isn't that too bad, Sam thought coldly. He looked down at the Colonel who was yanking and pulling, both hands full.

With a fury not seen before the Colonel stood and punched Sam in the eye twice, and once in the jaw making the younger man fall to the floor. "What did you do?" The Colonel yelled angrily. He advanced on Sam and kicked him hard in the chest and stomach. "Tell me, you stupid boy. What did you do?"

Nope, not telling you, Sam thought happily as he lay on his side, although getting beat up wasn't much better. He knew he couldn't fight back because if he did he would definitely kill the Colonel. His hand to hand close quarters combat skills were deadly. He'd made sure that those skills were honed during training.

The Colonel felt himself rising looking at Sam's bare backside."Well, it seems I need to teach you a lesson. We haven't had to do this in a while." He stepped forward and sat on Sam's arms and chest, his member resting on Sam's cheek.

"No." Sam whispered, even though he didn't mean to. The last punishment had been horrible. He'd decided he wasn't going to shower and see how the Colonel liked him stinking to high heaven. It didn't go over well. He'd been left beaten and bloodied in the Colonel's running shower that night. The Colonel had forced him to do the one thing he refused and stood firm on, the Colonel could do what he wanted to him but he would never reciprocate. That night he'd had to if he wanted to survive.

"Yes." The Colonel's eyes flashed. He pulled his jacket then shirt over his head and was completely naked. "Do it. Or I have your precious Matt sent to me. He would be fun to play with I think. Young," he leaned down to Sam's ear, his hard part pushed into Sam's eye, "nubile, inexperienced." He sat up suddenly. "Unless that's what you did." He smiled at the thought. "Ooh. You naughty boy. You fucked him so you wouldn't be able to fuck me. Mmm. Very clever, but it's not going to work." He stood up. "Get undressed." He walked to his desk and returned, both hands clenched in fists.

Sam put up a hand. "I'm getting undressed." He stated matter of factly. He'd never tell the Colonel that he'd taken a few dirty magazines and worn himself out to them.

"Open your mouth." The Colonel demanded. When Sam hesitated he swung his fist and hit Sam in the head. When Sam opened his mouth, the Colonel dropped two pills in. "Swallow." He commanded then smirked as he moved forward, demanding something else.

He did as he was told and Sam was glad when his body didn't react. He had a bad feeling that wasn't going to be true for much longer. The two blue pills he swallowed would start working soon. He did his best like he and Matt discussed. He thought about glaciers, his parents and sisters, anything to distract him from what was happening. Unfortunately he was proven right when he became stiff a few minutes later. The Colonel didn't stop hitting him until he did what he was told. He had begged Matty silently for his forgiveness as he gave in and several minutes later found his release.

"Damn you're good." The Colonel laughed and stood, walking to the bathroom. When he walked back into the office, he saw that his soldier was already dressed. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Back to my rack sir." Sam said matter of factly, not looking at the Colonel. When the man stepped in front of him, he kept his faraway look.

"Yeah well maybe I want you to stay. Keep my bed warm for me." He grabbed his soldier's crotch, not surprised when it stirred. Those weren't just viagra he gave Sam. He pulled and was delighted when his soldier followed. "Yes, I think I'm not done with you yet." He held on tight and led Sam to the bathroom.

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Matt rolled over in his bunk and looked at his clock, 0100, where was Sam? He should've been back in like 15 minutes if his plan worked. His feeling of dread grew. Something was telling him to go find Sam, something was very wrong. He scrambled out of bed quietly and grabbed his flashlight.

He checked by all of the unit tents then moved on to the mess and briefing tent. He stopped at the briefing tent when he heard a low moan. Oh shit. He ran inside, swinging his light around the large space. He stopped and went back when he caught a glimpse of blonde hair. "Sam!" He whispered and ran to his friend. "Oh god. Are you ok? What happened?"

Sam was surprised when he saw the light and then Matt run over to him. He'd crawled into the first tent he came to and huddled in the corner, waiting for the end he was sure was coming. He was bleeding a lot this time. "Just leave me." He grunted. The pain wasn't too bad if he didn't move.

"No Sam. I'm not leaving you. Can you stand? Is this blood yours? Jesus." Matt looked at the small pool of blood seeping into the sand. Oh god, it was really bad this time. Sam needed a medical evac. "I'm going to be to get Trip." He stood but was pulled back down when Sam grabbed onto his shirt.

"NO!" Sam said desperately. "You gotta let me go Matty. I can't. I can't do it any more. Please. My pearl handled colt, in my safe." He pulled his dog tags out and took them off, a small key clinked against the metal tags.

"No fucking way Sam. You are not letting that bastard win, you hear me?" When he didn't get an answer he shook Sam, "you hear me god damn it?"

"Hey! What's going on?" A voice from the door said.

"Shit!" Matt stood and walked to the door. "Who's there?"

"Matt?" Trip put a hand up to shield his eyes from the light in his face.

"Trip! Oh thank god. Yeah it's me. Come on, Sam is hurt." Matt was relieved. He led Trip to the heap in the corner, but stopped their medic short. "You can't, uh, we have to keep this quiet. Please, it's important. No questions." Matt said seriously.

Trip hadn't ever heard Matt so serious. Oh god, this was bad. He was glad he'd grabbed his med bag. "I promise. But I may need to ask a few questions, just so I know how to treat him." He put a hand up when Matt started to protest. When Matt nodded he knelt down next to Sam. "Hey buddy, it's me Trip. I need to check you out ok?" He looked at Matt. "I need him flat on his back."

Working together they carefully moved Sam so he was on his back. Trip winced when he saw Sam's face. He had a huge black eye and it was buttoned shut. He also had a big bruise on his jaw. He took a breath and started checking Sam over. He kept track in his mind, black eye, bruised, maybe broken jaw, two bruised ribs, one broken. He had Matt help him turn Sam and saw the blood. He pulled Sam's pants down and immediately found himself flat on his back, staring into angry blue eyes.

"Sam! It's ok. It's Trip, he's trying to help you." Matt grabbed Sam's arms and pulled.

"Not there." Sam growled, then laid back.

"Ok Sam." Trip sat up with his hands up. He went back to Sam and carefully checked his stomach and legs. He sat back and sighed. "He's pretty beat up, but otherwise ok. Feels like he broke a rib, bruised a couple more. Other than that," he looked at Matt pointedly, "he'll be ok. He'll need bed rest for a couple days in case.." Of internal bleeding, he didn't finish saying. He didn't like that there was blood, quite a bit. He tipped his head towards the door at Matt, then stood and walked over to it.

"What he isn't saying Sam is that there may be something else wrong inside.." Matt whispered in Sam's ear.

"I'll deal with it." Sam said gruffly. No way was he letting anyone look there. He knew what it was, his punishment.

"Ok Sammy. Here, Trip brought his bag. Take this gauze. You need to stop the bleeding." Matt grabbed gauze from the bag and handed it Sam. He waited while Sam put it in his pants, gritted his teeth then pulled his hand out. Matt kept his face still, but he was cringing inside. "Just rest, I'll be right back." He stood and walked to Trip, out of earshot of Sam. He walked out into the night and waited for Trip to follow.

Trip shot a worried look at Sam and joined Matt. "What's going on Matt?"

"We had a disagreement and got into it, but we're good now." Matt explained quickly.

"You wanna try that one again?" Trip raised a brow at him. "You and I both know that you'd both be in the hospital if you and Sam fought. And it would take more than just a couple 'I'm sorrys' before you guys were good." He looked behind him. "He's bleeding Matt. I'm worried it's something serious. He should be taken to the hospital."

Matt shook his head and blew out a breath. "No hospital. He can't."

"Matt. What the hell is going on?" Trip demanded, his voice rose above a whisper.

"Dammit I-" Matt turned to Trip.

"Hey. What're you two doing?" Hound growled. "Out here in the middle of the night?" He saw their worried faces. "Ok spill." He stopped in front of them.

"Sam is sick. We need to get him back to the tent ASAP." Matt answered. He hated lying to the Sarge, but it had to be done. He couldn't tell him what was really going on.

Hound knew from Matt's eyes that was a lie, but he could see that whatever the reason it was an important one. He nodded and stepped into the tent with Matt and Trip close behind. When he saw Sam's face he bit the side of his cheek to keep from swearing out loud. He leaned down and helped Sam stand with Matt on my the other side and Trip supervising.

Sam groaned when they helped him up, but with their help he was able to make it to the tent and to his bunk. When he left the Colonel's he wasn't bleeding, that had started when he got closer to the tents. The pain he was feeling was immeasurable. His butt hurt really bad this time, but the emotional pain hurt so much more.

He thought he'd beaten the Colonel at his own game, but he was wrong. Oh god, he was proven wrong. Why did he think he could do anything but comply? He always had to comply. There was no escape. No escape. Ever. The tears fell silently and he didn't care if anyone saw. He knew Matt saw and that was ok, but Hound and Trip?

Matt pulled Hound, Trip, and Zona, who had awakened with the commotion, outside the tent. He didn't want to be too far from Sam. "Ok listen, I know you don't believe me and I don't really care. Sam and I had an argument, we fought and he got the worst of it."

"Pffft." Zona looked at Matt incredulously. When Matt gave him a death glare his face dropped.

"Hound, I know this is asking a lot, but Sam is probably going to need.." Matt looked at Trip.

"At least a week." Trip crossed his arms in front of him. He didn't like this at all. Sam could be seriously injured.

Hound nodded. "No problem. I'll just tell them he's sick, but under the care of our medic so they don't send him to the hospital, which I assume is not what we want?" He looked directly at Matt.

"Right." Matt agreed.

"Matt, what if.." Trip asked worriedly.

"If he gets worse we'll deal with it then." Matt answered irritably and went back into their tent. He didn't want to leave Sam alone too long. He rushed to Sam's side when he saw the pearl handled colt in Sam's hand. He put his finger in the open side of the trigger and looked Sam in the eye. "No Sam. Don't."

"Let me go Matty." Sam cried. "You have to! I can't keep doing this."

"No." Matt growled. "I won't let him blacken your soul. He doesn't get to win. Never." His face was inches from Sam's.

"Oh shit." Hound rushed forward but stopped when Matt glared at him. He turned and pushed the others outside. "All right, we're going for a run. Let's go."

"Barefoot?" Matt heard Trip say. He didn't hear the answer. He put his free hand on Sam's face. "You are stronger than this brother."

"No," Sam shook his head, tears falling, "I'm not strong. That's the point."

"No Sammy. That is the point. You have survived all these years, because you're strong. You got through Special Forces training and sniper school. You are the strongest man I know. We will get through this Sam. You and me. No one else knows. I told them we got in a fight and I beat you up."

Sam chuckled. "And they bought that?"

Matt leaned back, incredulous. "Why is that so hard for everyone to believe?"

"Come on man, you kick my ass?" Sam rolled to his back with a wince and released the gun.

"I could happen." Matt silently breathed a sigh of relief, put the gun back in the gun case and locked it. I should move that, he thought.

"I need something Matty." Sam kept his eyes on the ceiling.

"What?" Matt asked nervously. He knew Sam was still on the edge, but Sam knew he'd remove any temptations.

"Not that." Sam turned his head so he could see Matt. "I'm in pain Matt. I don't want to feel it, please, even if it's just for a day or two. Please." His eyes watered again.

Matt couldn't stand the deep chasm of pain he saw in Sam's eyes and he looked down. When he looked back, he nodded. "Ok, I'll ask Trip. That'll help with the story that you're sick. Alright, hold on brother, relief is coming." He was about to get up when he had a thought. "I need you to let Trip look, everywhere, if the bleeding doesn't stop soon."

At first, Sam shook his head. No one could look, they would know if they did. It brought fresh tears to his eyes. But, he understood too. If it didn't stop bleeding, something serious could be wrong. He'd dealt with tears there before. Going to the bathroom was going to be hell. "Give it a few more hours. Let me just rest for a while. It should stop. If it doesn't I promise," he closed his eyes and swallowed, "I promise Trip can check it."

"Ok." Matt nodded he picked up the safe and hid it in a far corner of the tent. He'd have to make sure to change the combination on that safe and that they all kept their weapons secure. He went back and sat on his bed next to Sam's, watching Sam sleep. He knew this was going to be a rough couple days. A few moments later, Sam started thrashing in his bunk and groaning in pain. "It's ok Sam. Open your eyes. You're safe."

Sam tried to open his eyes, but one really hurt and wouldn't open. It only took a few seconds for him to realize what happened and where he was. He put an arm up to his face but put it back down because it hurt his ribs. "Oh god, please help me." He whispered in case anyone was listening.

AN: Rough. Yeah that's a good word for this one. Thank you for your reads, reviews, favorite and follows. I know this one is pretty dark, but with what's happening… Please leave a review! Thank you!