Rebellion

Begging Will Get You Nowhere

Begging Will Get You Nowhere

​He had a splitting headache and he was sweating again. Mike hadn't come down in two days or maybe it was two weeks. He didn't know anymore. He was slowly dying. When were those public executions going to take place? He laid on the ground in a puddle of sweat. Death couldn't come quick enough for him. And then the door was opening and Mike was walking in slowly. He didn't move, he just waited.

​"You know Chester, I've been thinking.........you deserve so much worse than this," Mike said softly, "I mean, silent suffering is great and all but I'd so much rather be the reason you scream."

​Chester swallowed as Mike grabbed him and hauled him up to his knees. He was pushed back against the wall and he moaned softly as his stitches pulled against his skin. Mike got up into his face.

​"Now Chester, you're going to tell me everything," he whispered, "I want you to tell me every single detail of what you did to family."

​The shackles were tightened and he was completely vulnerable. He looked up into Mike's eyes, glaring hard into him.

​"Alright. But just remember, you asked for it," he hissed as sweat dripped into his eyes, "I was ordered to kill anyone who fought back against me. So I did. Your family was made up of a bunch of people who couldn't keep their nose out of others' business. I wasn't going to kill them until they made me come in their house. Your father thought he was going to kill me with a simple gunshot to the chest. Guess he didn't understand the fact that elites wear armor. I shot him instantly. He died before I even saw little Jason."

​He smiled slightly when Mike paled at the mention of his brother's name. Chester laughed softly and shook his head.

​"Oh yes, I knew his name. You see, his mother was very vocal when she didn't want him to see anything......inappropriate."

​Mike snarled at him, "Keep going."

​"So I tied your dear mother up and went searching the house for little Jason and I found him hiding out in his closet. Grabbed him, dragged him back down the steps. I tied him up and then well....you know what happened then."

​Mike was still waiting for him to continue the story so Chester sighed and continued.

​"After that lovely time, I shot her in the head and that's when I heard you come in. So I held the gun to Jason's head and pulled the trigger when you walked in. Kind of like a 'Welcome Home' present," Chester smiled and snickered again. He didn't know what Mike was getting out of this but it sure was fun for him to retell the story. He liked getting Mike angry even if he knew it was going to kill him eventually.

​"I'm glad we talked about this Chester," Mike said finally. Chester panted softly as sweat continued to run down his face. The heat was slowly decreasing and soon, he wasn't as hot. He swallowed slowly and waited for Mike to say something else.

​"And you have no idea how hard it is not to slit your throat," Mike growled, "But I'm not going to. I have one more thing to do before I'll let Dave take you to your death."

​He remained silent and then Mike was in front of him and shoving his head back against the wall. He gasped softly and winced at the contact from the stone behind him.

​"Alright Chester, let's see how good you are," Mike hissed and Chester gasped as he was pushed hard against the wall again. Mike stood in front of him and curled his fingers into his hair.

​"It's a good thing you're tied down," Mike said with a laugh, "It'll look better this way."

​"What.....What are you going to do to me?" Chester managed as Mike smirked down at him and undid the button on his pants.

​"Just exactly what you did to me.....only worse," Mike said quietly. Chester's eyes widened and he opened his mouth to beg. He was actually going to beg, but he never got the chance. As soon as he opened his mouth, it was filled with the other man's cock.

​"Oh come on Chester, this isn't the first time you've had some guy's dick in your mouth. You know how to do it," Mike hissed before tugging his head forward. It was true. Chester had definitely given Scott a blow job but the problem was that no matter how good he was at it then, he'd wanted to do it. He didn't want to do it now and Mike was....well.....he was a bit bigger than Scott had been. He choked and tried to pull back but Mike kept his head from moving. Finally, he gave in. He let his tongue move around Mike's cock and he whimpered as he felt it go deeper into his throat. He was going to throw up. He knew this was going to hurt but he pulled his head back as fast and abrupt as possible and ended up vomiting all over the floor. His stomach heaved and threw up the tiny bit of food he'd been able to eat in the past few days. Mike grabbed him and shoved him back against the wall before hitting him across the face.

​"You're pathetic. You know you would never tolerate that if someone did that to you. That means you're going to finish the job," Mike said.

​"Mike, please.....please," Chester found himself begging, "Please, I.... I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please don't make me do this. I'll do anything else. Anything at all. Just not this."

​Mike stared at him and then smiled, "I have a question for you."

​Chester looked up at him. He knew tears were running down his face. He swallowed and waited.

​"Did you stop, when they begged you not to kill them? Because I know you didn't when I begged you. Begging isn't going to get you anywhere Chester. Now be the obedient little dog I know and open up."

​Chester whimpered but let Mike push himself back into his mouth. He had to go quickly or he wouldn't be able to handle it. He closed his eyes and moved his tongue around Mike's length. The hand in his hair tightened and pulled him forward. He winced but pushed back hard on his gag reflex. He was able to finish giving Mike a blow job and he gasped when he felt the other man release into his mouth. He felt extremely sick as he collapsed into a pile on the floor, his mouth full of the other man's seed. He swallowed because he could tell from Mike's glare that he'd be beaten to death if he didn't. Mike smiled at him and then unlocked his hands from their shackles.

​"One more thing Chester, and I'm sure you'll remember this one," Mike said softly as he shoved him flat down on his stomach. He gasped as Mike grabbed his pants and boxers in one shot and tugged them down to his ankles. He squirmed but Mike was still pressing down hard on his back, not allowing him to move anywhere. And when he felt Mike shove himself inside of him, he screamed. It rang off the walls and echoed in his ears.

​"I guess I forgot the lube," Mike sighed as he pushed inside of him again, drawing more screams from Chester. Chester couldn't help himself. He didn't want to give Mike the satisfaction of causing him pain but he was in too much pain, in every part of his body that he couldn't help it. And Mike was shoving every inch of his cock into him and he wasn't ready for it. He could feel the blood dripping out of him and pooling around his legs. He writhed underneath the other man but Mike didn't stop. He just pushed down on him harder and thrust inside of him even rougher. Mike wrapped his arm around his waist and tugged him up against his chest.

​"You know what's so disgusting about all of this?" Mike asked softly. Chester couldn't answer. Tears were running down his face and he was too destroyed to even think. "You're hard."

​No. No way. It couldn't be true. But now that he thought about it. He realized Mike was right. He was. Even though he was screaming, even though he was in pain, he was aroused. Mike grabbed his neck and held him tightly against his body.

​"Now Chester, are you that aroused? Does getting raped like this get you off?"

​"N-No," Chester whimpered as Mike tore into him and he cried out again. Mike traced his fingers over his body.

​"Are you sure," he whispered, "Because honestly, seeing you like this gets me so aroused."

​Chester struggled in his grip but he couldn't move because of Mike's grip on his neck. And then Mike was releasing inside him. He let out a strangled cry and fell limp against the man who had just abused him. He whimpered as Mike threw him off in disgust.

​"You're pathetic," Mike snarled at him, "I'll be here tomorrow to pick you up. You might want to get those pants back on again."

​When he left, Chester didn't move. He wasn't sure if he could. He tried to sit up and he couldn't even do that. His ankles clinked in the shackles and he whimpered softly as he tried to bend so he could pull his pants up. It took about fifteen minutes but he finally managed to pull them back over his abused ass and weeping cock. He cursed himself for getting aroused. He slowly crawled to where he had been first chained against the wall and then curled into a ball. He wanted it over with. He never thought that being a government elite would condemn him to this kind of torture. He'd been doing the right thing. The rebels were the bad ones. That was why they were torturing him here. Mark had warned them that they were evil. That they would hurt anyone in the way of their plan. He just hadn't taken him seriously enough. He cursed himself for being so stubborn. He should've realized that they were a threat and he needed to deal with them. If he hadn't been so full of himself, so drunk on how powerful he was, he wouldn't be in this position now.
Now, at least he would die soon. He'd be dead by this time tomorrow and he could see his boys again and Scott. They could live together happily and go to that place in Florida where Scott wanted to go. He would be able to play with his kids and then at night, he would curl up into Scott's arms and sleep safely in that comforting embrace. He couldn't wait to die. Because he'd finally get what he wanted. His amnesia had really destroyed every last memory of his boys. He let out a choked sob. He'd see them but he wouldn't even remember their names. He wouldn't remember how old they were or what their favorite foods were. But that was alright because they would have forever to learn everything about each other and Chester would be able to hug them. He'd be able to hold them in his arms and tell them that everything would be alright. He smiled slightly as he wiped the tears from his eyes. He would be happier there. He swallowed back another sob and rested his head on his hands. For once, he was afraid. He wasn't sure if he would be able to take death so gracefully. Sure, he wanted it, but he wasn't sure if he would be able to do it without begging for them not to. He could see himself standing up while Mike held a gun to his head, begging for him not to kill him. But he wouldn't listen. He'd done too much to that rebel's family to not be killed by him. Mark was right, the rebels were scary up close. He sighed and hugged his knees to his chest. It'd be all over tomorrow.