Leon managed to get a few sad hours of sleep thanks to the slack in the chains. He sat cross legged in the dirt. When he wasn't sleeping, he stared at his knife, still embedded in the wall not twenty feet away.

'Prick left it to taunt me...'

After another two hours left to his thoughts, Leon could hear approaching footsteps. He'd barely managed to get his pants back up, but they hung loosely off his waist. Wesker strode in, followed closely by Krauser.

"Well, I'll be damned." Krauser stopped near the door, crossing his arms over his chest, which were both human to Leon's surprise.

"Krauser." Leon hissed, glaring at the blond.

"Isn't he cute when he's angry?" Krauser taunted. "Not as cute as when there's a cock in that mouth though, right, Leon?"

Leon's cheeks burned. Krauser had him shook, and he knew it.

"Do not forget who's running things here." Wesker snarled at Krauser, and he took a step back.

"Sorry, boss."

"Holy fuck, does everyone in Spain work for you or what?" Leon chimed in. The blonds turned their attention back to him, both looking completely unamused.

'Oh, shit.'

Wesker strode up to him and he tensed, barely preparing in time for a hard punch to the face.

"Augh!" Leon shook his head, blood splattering on the floor. Several rivers ran over his lips and down his chin. Every breath through his nose had blood running into his lungs. He sputtered and breathed through his mouth, the metallic taste of his blood on his tongue.

"Keep that dirty little mouth of yours shut for once, Leon. It might do you some good."

Leon glared daggers at Krauser, who simply smirked in response. Next thing he knew Wesker was behind him, a boot to his ass making Leon stumble forward. Wesker grabbed him by the hips, pulling their waists flush together. Leon shook his head roughly, his bangs swaying in front of his face.

"Get the fuck away from me!"

Leon cried out in pain as he's pushed forward, slumping as far as the chains allow. They bite hard into his wrists, rubbing at the raw wounds and bruises. His pants fall to his ankles, leaving his ass exposed to Wesker. He chances a look over his shoulder, horrified as he watches the tyrant produce his massive, hard cock. Wesker was raping him twice in 24 hours.

Leon's attention was drawn forward as Krauser pushes off the wall and stands before him. He leans in close, his breath hot against Leon's ear.

"Scream if it's too much. Maybe we'll stop. Most likely we won't." Krauser chuckles and licks the edge of Leon's ear, making the agent pull back.

Leon gasps as Wesker's cock slides up and down between his cheeks, slick with precum. Krauser unzips his pants and produces his own cock, equally as scary as Wesker's in both length and girth. It was much larger than he remembered...

"Be a good boy and let me in." Krauser coos, rubbing the tip over Leon's lips. He shakes his head, turning it from side to side. Fingers twist in his hair and rip his head back, causing him to cry out. Krauser takes his chance, slowly sliding his cock into Leon's open mouth.

"Suck it." Krauser twists a handful of Leon's hair roughly and forcing Leon to deep throat his cock. Leon gags, tears involuntarily sliding down his cheeks as he feels Wesker push into him from behind.

"Mnnnghh!" Leon moans around the cock in his mouth, eyes wide, finally able to pull free for a few moments. He gasps for air, his eyes flicking up to Krauser's. A small breath falls from his lips as the blonds fingers slide down his cheek and jaw.

Leon gasped as fingers wrapped around his throat from behind, cutting off his oxygen supply. Krauser's cock is pushed back into his mouth and the blond tyrants begin thrusting. Krauser groans at the sight of Leon between them, completely at their mercy. How long had he been denying the craving to feel the younger male under him? Leon pulled free and gasped for air.

"Please-" Is all Leon can manage before Krauser's cock is forced to the back of his throat and held there. Leon's eyes fluttered, his own cock hard and slapping against his stomach with every thrust. His brain and body were overstimulated: too much was going on and he couldn't distinguish any of it. He could feel the haziness of unconsciousness creeping up as Wesker suffocated him from behind.

Two fingers dug into the bullet in his stomach, making his eyes snap open. Leon screamed and writhed, rivers of blood running down Wesker's gloved fingers and dripping onto the floor. Leon looked up at Krauser, his shining eyes pleading with the tyrant.

Fuck, he couldn't take it. Seeing Leon so pathetic and defeated sent Krauser over the edge. He pulled his cock out of the agent's mouth before spraying cum over his dirty, blood-streaked face. Leon let out a sob, trying to turn away. Krauser gripped Leon's hair, holding him firmly in place while he sprayed his cum over the agent's face, a deep growl sounding in his throat.

Leon was vaguely aware of Wesker still fucking hiss ass through four kinds of throbbing pain. The tyrants pace faltered slightly before a few final thrusts and he came deep into Leon's ass. Leon shook from a mix of pain, exhaustion, blood loss and adrenaline. Wesker released him finally and he fell to his knees on the floor, unable to support his weight on his own. The tyrants left, the door slamming behind them. Leon could faintly hear the steady dripping of blood and cum staining the floor beneath him. He didn't bother to try and rid himself of the filth or fix his clothing, instead slumping and succumbing to the darkness that had been whispering his name for hours.