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“ Fuck!”
Kaz grips onto the edge of the desk. His knuckles are white. His joints are sore, and yet it can't compare to the absolute ecstasy being railed into him. His mind melts.
Big Boss pistons into him, holding his legs apart, stretching them beyond their limit. He sends the desk moving a centimeter further every time he rams his hips against Kazuhira. The wood creaks and cracks, hinges beg for mercy.
Wouldn't be long before he’d need another one again.
It's late at night at FOXHOUND Headquarters, And the commander is railing the infamously feared survival instructor, Master Miller, taking uncharacteristically sweet rhythmic noises from him, adorable “Ah’s” and “ Oh’s” that you wouldn't expect from a hardened man like him.But they are nothing if not familiar to Big Boss’s ears.
They're in the commander's office, the high walls echo the sounds of their sins. "Plap, Plap, Plap-!" it goes, the blasphemous cry of skin hitting skin, the extra tinge of moistness between them.
Kazuhiras ass is a bright, glowing red, his tense muscles are holding Boss' cock deep inside him like a vice, he never wanted to let go. His hole and the flesh around it looks abused and yet, he feels so good. He loves this.
He moans in absolute bliss.
Their eyes meet through a fog of thick lust, a dreamy smile twitches onto Kazuhira's face. His heart aches just a little.
He grinds down against Big Boss which earns him a stronger thrust. Kaz's moans loudly, throwing his head back. Surely he can be heard down the halls, for anyone still hanging around base to hear. They must think the boss hired a whore tonight, the same one he hires every night.
He shouldn't be doing this, he's got a wife and kid at home, a proper family that loves him. But we all know there's no such thing as telling a drug addict to just stop taking drugs, And Big Boss, even with all His cruelty, is Kazuhira's drug that he can't get enough of, no matter how much He hurts him. Just a bad hit is all, happens to everyone.
And besides, what's a little recreational drug use? It's not like he's hurting anyone but himself. He tells himself.
“ Bosssss….. Fuck, Pleasee.. Right there- Right - !” Tears well up in his cloudy eyes. Nails scratch into already ruined wood, where his crime is documented in the countless other scratches, and will continue to if the table doesn't give out.
“ Disgusting slut.” Big boss sneers. His face is unreadable in the dark. He could be snickering and smirking or be genuinely disgusted, yet, he doesn't stop. He's hard as a rock inside Kaz, and the survival instructor doesn't mind being reminded of what he is, A disgusting slut.
“ Mhmm~” the blonde whimpers pathetically, The red on his cheeks deepen, His cock leaks with arousal, red as a cherry. There's a look in his eyes he's never even given his wife before, but he's smiling, filled with such an overwhelming feeling that it bites every inch of his skin and grips at his heart with it’s thorned tendrils, it's like he's lost his mind.
With stars glimmering behind the clouds in his eyes, brighter than the brightest sun in the universe, he says, “ I Lo-”
Ringgg…...Ringggg…
The two look at each other.
“ Pick it up.”
Kazuhira’s expression is filled with shock before it's replaced with annoyed disbelief, something more fitting for him. “ Youre fucking joking.” He hisses. Mentally scanning who might be calling him this late at night, catching a glimpse of the digital clock by his head which miraculously hasn't ended up on the floor, It reads 0012. Shit.
Big boss only smiles. He pauses, Picking up the phone, he reads the name on the small screen, the green glow illuminates his sick expression, he's serious, and he's grinning. “ Who is it?”
“ It’s your wife.”
Kaz gives a disgusted expression, Snarling. “ In the middle of this, Youre fucking insane, Snake. I’m not.” He growls.
“ Can't we just continue fucking? Come on, I'm gonna be really busy tomorrow.” He groans, wiggling his hips to entice his superior. Unfortunately it's to no avail.
Big boss won't drop it of course, It's simply His life mission to turn Kaz's life into a living hell. He laughs, deep in his chest, it is all fun and games to Him. His eye lights up sickly. “Didn't I make myself clear the first time, or have I lobotomized you with my cock? You're answering the call, dumb slut.”
Heat rises in Kazuhira's throat, fire flickering in his widened eyes. “ Don't do this to me, Snake…” It's a firm warning, or so he wishes it came off that way. His voice is deceptive, eyes are pleading. There's always a darker side to having a vice. And this is the dark side of fucking Big Boss. “ Please just-” He's never seen Kaz as a person.
" Or I'm answering it myself to tell her how good her husband's ass feels, all tense like this. Does she know her husbands a big cockslut?” Boss smiles.
Kaz's hands fly towards the older man before he can even think to realize.
" Now you fucking-" Beep. Before his hands could even reach him.
" Donnie, Dear?"
Kaz pauses, His fist only inches away from yanking Big Boss down by the lapel. He clears his throat.
" I- Uh.. Nadine. Sorry, Working late right now, but i'm gonna be home in a moment." Trembles in his voice, He sounds like he's been running a marathon. He swallows hard.
It doesn't help that his perverted boss is still balls deep inside him. Sharp eye watching him like a hawk, and about to devour him like one too it seems.
Kaz can't help but shiver.
Has the room always been this cold?
A sigh can be heard on the other line and Big Boss sets the phone next to Kaz to resume his indulgence, patting Kaz's cheek.
" Baby... You have to lay back on taking overtime. I miss you."
Right . She thinks all the late nights spent at HQ is overtime, Not her husband getting his guts rearranged.
The “dutiful” husband picks up the device, putting it up to his ear. It's shameful how fast he can conjure up a lie. “ It's just– Y'know with Cathy and all, and you being on leave-” Big Boss picks up the blonde's knees again, hiking them up his chest. Kaz pauses.
He nervously breaths out, face contorting with focus and anxiety.
“ I want to make sure you two are always provided for.” He feels shame as he says it. His heart breaks just a bit more when he hears a shaking breath on the other line. She's crying.
“ Nadine?” He calls out.
“ Are you okay?” he shuts his eyes tight, biting his lip. He didn't want to argue right now, not like this. He can feel John's eyes drilling into him, anticipating a show.
“ No- It's just… Im so fucking lucky to have you.”
There's a pit in the blondes heart, A deep hollow pit where guilt nestles into the rotten tissue, siphoning everything into itself.
“ Look at me when you talk.” It's Big Boss. His voice is quiet enough to not be picked up by the phone but just enough for Kazuhira to look at him. Glossed eyes meet a singular dark blue eye, devoid of light it looks like a black hole, sucking him right in.
The sadistic smile on his face only adds to his villainesque character.
Covering the bottom of the phone, Kaz lets out a trembling breath. He does not want her to hear this.
“ Come on, don't leave your lovely wife hanging. Don't want to break her heart a second time, right?”
Big boss laughs at the dirty look he shoots at Him. But he does as told, staring straight into Big Boss's eyes as he speaks. His expression is defeated but sharp like a knife. If only he could, he'd punch that smug smirk off John's face.
“ I only want the best for you and the kid.“ He breathes out.
it's a complete contradiction to his angered expression. Spoken softly, with reverence that could put a priest to shame.
“ Stay safe, Okay? I'm going to bed, I made some burgers today, just how you like it. I was hoping we could eat together but I'll leave them in the fridge for you.” Beep.
It falls silent until Kazuhira speaks.
“ Please just…” He grips onto Big Boss' arm, a plea. “ Let me go… Let me go see her tonight.” He's got tears in his narrowed eyes as he says this, the slightest crack in his voice.
Big boss only laughs. “ Oh take that stick out your ass, boy. You want this more than you want her. It's amazing how you can lie like that to her. ”
The blonde screams bloody murder when Big Boss continues to fuck him, body sliding off the table for just a moment until strong hands forcibly pull him back to fuck him deeper .
“ Get off me! Let me go!” His face is red with anger. He grips onto the table and tries to push himself away. Only to be held in place.
He scratches at the older man, punching him, anything to get him off.
“ You really aren't making this any better for yourself.” The bigger man growls, keeping his grip firm, his nails cutting into Kazuhira's flesh.
Kaz lands a few hits. By no means is he a weak man after all, far from it, he's the survival instructor for fucks sake, He's a soldier, he's been one for all his life, his job is to teach other men to fight and survive! Still, He is no legendary super soldier like his assailant and Big Boss doesn't even flinch. It's like his punches mean nothing.
it's truly incredible, the speed at which Big Boss is able to flip the blonde onto his stomach. He holds both His wrists in one hand, the flesh one and metal one, pressing them firmly against the small of His back. “ Let go!” Kazuhira yells, writhing futilely.
like a pinned bug he's stuck there. Big Boss's fist crashes into his face and he sputters out blood, his lungs feel like they're on fire.
“ Holes don't talk, Kaz.” Big Boss reminds. Delivering a couple more hits until the blonde is still.
Kaz can't do anything but take it, enduring as John's big fist cuts into his skin. He shuts his eyes tight, the pain ripples through his entire body, he can feel it shaking his brain.
The blonde coughs, sputtering blood when the assault stops. “ Fuck you.” He croaks, It's weak, but defiant enough to get him another punch. He can taste the iron in his mouth, the loose sockets in his gums where teeth had been knocked out.
“ We can go at this all night until you start looking like ground beef. Now are you going to be a good boy or are you that much of a painslut, huh?” His bloody fist, just one, is wrapped around Kazuhira's neck. The blondes' eyes struggle to focus, seeing double, he tries to squint but it's of no help, he wheezes pathetically.
When he speaks again, it's despite himself. His shoulders fall and his body goes limp. He can do this all night, or satisfy his boss and pray he gets let go soon. So he answers,
“ Yes sir.”
When he weighs his chances, he really doesn't want to go home looking any more beat than he is. He doesn't want to make Nadine any sadder than she already is.
What would she think when she sees her husband's battered face? And a better question that aided his answer, What would she think when she sees her husband coming home in a body bag? And that's if John has it in his heart to give Them his remains back.
“ Attaboy.” Big boss says. Patting Kaz on the cheek. “ Wasn't so hard, right?”
Kaz chokes on a sob. He keeps his mouth shut tight, nodding. He thinks to himself, this will be over sooner if he just complies. He'll be able to see Nadine. The rough thrusting resumes and every jolt squeezes a wheeze out of Kaz. He's sure something is broken, a lot of things are broken.
He closes his eyes, trying to keep the tears at bay, Praying for whatever deity who might be watching to save him.
But his prayers aren't heard. They never are.
Big Boss, in his usual style, is ruthless, now more so. With every thrust the table rocks against the ground unsteadily, threatening to topple over. His hand is still on Kaz's neck, keeping anything from going in or out, crushing the man's carotid arteries and his windpipe.
Kaz can already see the edges of his vision becoming white, The light feeling in his head as the assault continues. It's not pleasant, It never is. No matter how hard he is as his body gets crudely misused like some cheap Fleshlight.
It's his body's natural reaction, he says, not a pavlovian response to the constant cycle of abuse and pleasure he's spun in. Just. That.
A weak chuckle comes out strained from his tight throat. “ Fuck me boss…” It's weak, almost mocking. * Fuck me, just fuck me hard…. Make me forget my name won't you…?” He laughs, a broken sound.
Tears run down his bloodied cheeks.
Big Boss grabs him by the neck and pulls him close until the blonde feels the tickle of coarse beard hair against his ear, He's contorted violently into the pose.
“ Say that again, mutt.” Through teeth.
“ I said,” Kaz grits, “ Fuck. You.”
That damned laugh rings against the high walls like the song of the devil. Kaz is slammed so hard into the desk, the wood splinters beneath his head, cutting into soft flesh. Every motion feels like he's being rubbed against a cheese grater.
Splinters dig into his face and he's bred like an animal. Just Big Boss's fuck toy, who cares if he broke?
He'll get another one.
“ Fuuckk you're so fucking brave, huh? Such a big boy now Kaz, aren't you? The commander begins. Pressing tightly into Kaz like a gator biting into its prey.
“ Does your wife know who you are? Does she know how much a bitch you are? That you sucked every dick on motherbase and more? Wild to remember, you were the base slut! Used up loose. Taking everyone's load like the little cumdump you are. Is that why you've been acting up?”
Kaz struggles beneath Him, face heating, Memories flooding. He doesn't want to remember. That was from a time so far away now. Hes basically an entirely different person now.
“ Because you haven't been filled up in so long? You miss it, huh? Don't worry. I'll fill you up reeaall good, it'll feel just like the old times, eh, Kaz?”
It's through wild tears that Kazuhira spits out another; “ Fuck you!” Accompanied with the dribble of blood sinking into the groves of the wooden desk. His thighs which have been slamming into the edge of the desk are sore, almost feeling like they are cut through. In the morning there will be dark purple bruises there, paired with the countless other injuries that will make themselves visible as soon as he can peel himself off the table.
The grip around his neck is lethal now, just bordering on the edge of crushing every bone. He knows Big Boss is fully capable of it, He's seen him do it.
He howls in pain, unable to keep his mouth closed anymore, unsure what hurts the most. All that comes out are weak “ Ah….” sounds, unable to let out enough air to be loud.
“ P..please. ” He pleads, eyes unfocused. He needed to breathe or else he could say goodbye to ever meeting his wife again. “ I.. I can't…” It's breathless.
“ Holes don't need to breathe either.”
Every mucus membrane on his face is reacting distastefully. Nose runny with blood mixed in the snot. His eyes are starting to roll into the back of his eyes, unable to control any of his muscles and-
A hot sizzle runs down the desk in between the two hot bodies.
Big Boss lets go and Kaz greedily inhales the air. Coughing and heaving like he's been brought back to life. It's not a pretty sound at all and yet Big Boss loves it. The smile on his face is wide and his cock twitches inside Kazuhira.
The blonde feels sick, but part of him is aroused. Aroused to be used to the point of almost death. He feels even sicker. He wants to keep crying until it all goes dry, rip apart his body for reacting the way it is.
He's really Big Boss' dog.
“ You pissed yourself like a bitch too. God. You're fucking disgusting!” Such hurtful words hitting the wrong spots in Kazuhira's head, on one hand he feels worse, but despite it, it lights up the spots in his brain that just loves being treated like shit. That “knows” this is where he belongs, his only purpose. What he's good for.
“ God…” Kaz is practically praying. His nerves are on fire but he begins to have feeling in his limbs again, the warmth between his thighs.
“ I'm sorry…” He said it before any part of him could protest. What does he mean he's sorry? He should've pissed in his mouth.
What would Nadine think if she saw him like this? Enjoying this? She'd be sick, She'd think he was sick. The husband she feels so lucky to have is a cockslut who can't help but enjoy being raped, even for the price of seeing her less.
“Hah! Such a good husband you are.” Spoken like he's having the time of his life, Big boss lines himself up at Kazuhira's hole again and slams himself in deep. Hitting through the bend of his rectum. It's shamefully good. Blessedly good.
Kazuhira sees stars! “ Ahh-! fuucckk–!” He yells, biting down on his lip.
Big boss throws a leg over the desk, holding Kazuhira's face down with one hand, grinding him deeper into the broken wood. “ See you fucking love this. You can't lie, to me boy.”
Would Nadine love him? Even after this? No of course she wouldn't. This is his own fault. Not anyone else's. he was the one who continued to seek Big Boss.
But every thrust sends pleasure whirling down his spine and into his abdomen. Leaking out of his cock. And it's just too good to resist!
This is sick. She thinks her husband is such a stand out guy, She does everything to be the best wife she can be for her oh so perfect husband, only to be repaid like this? You're an evil man, Kazuhira.
His eyes are rolling into the back of his head. Biting onto his lip. Tears are gushing out of his eyes and he's looking at the ceiling. He's praying, looking up at a god he hopes would listen to his prayers. But does he really need that? He looks content the way he is now.
His hands aren't even held down anymore. But he’s limp like a pliable doll ready to be used.
Big boss is so deep inside, fucking him through his tears. He's hitting all the right spots.
It's impossible not to howl like a bitch in heat. He feels so good, there's warmth spreading from the inside, blessing him with sickness. He wants to dig his nails into his skin and press until he feels the mushy layer of fat and blood grace his finger tips. Strip off his flesh and become anew, a man worthy of respect.
But that will never happen.
“ Hardeeerr! Fuck–! Sir im– Fuuckk…!”
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Kaz can't remember how long they've been at it. How many times has he came? How many times did Big Boss cum?
Does it fucking matter anymore?
Kaz lays, half lifeless, he's heaving His throat sounding like a system of broken pipes at the end of their life. the croak of rusting gears, turning despite everything.
His chest hurts, he's sure there's something broken, it feels like his whole body is, like he is. And he knows he is.
The thrusting has halted, but he's left like a broken toy on the desk. The distinct scent of Cuban tobacco wafts through the air, a small comfort that stings his nostrils.
Big boss pulls out, a heavy weight lifts from Kaz, he moans weakly. The buildup of fluid from the last 3 hours slowly leaks out, a sick combination of blood, piss and seed drips between his thighs.
Big boss laughs to himself, pleased with his work. “ Disgusting.” He muses, pressing his thumb against the gaping hole.
Still, Kaz is barely conscious. But he hears and feels Big Boss move away to take something from his pocket. The blondes' eyes weakly dart to get a better look, only to hear the flash of a camera and the bright light emitting from it. Kaz sighs deeply, a singular tear rolling down his cheek.
Big Boss takes multiple pictures of Kaz in this ruined state, always making sure to pay special attention to the “best” parts of him, like his battered hole, bruised purple from the assault.
The commander smiles to himself, briefly looking at the pictures he took before he grabs onto Kazuhira's hair and yanks his head off the table, Getting closer to give him a look.
Kaz winces, he looks at the pictures, the small screen of the digital camera framing him in all his ruin. It looks like crime scene photos. He can't help but let out a defeated laugh, Completely just slipping out of him without thought. Fuck, he is ruined.
“ See that?” John starts, For a man his age he's seemingly doing well for someone who's been raping a guy for hours. The stamina on him.
Kaz weakly nods. “ Pull something like this again and I'll send these to your wife.” The fight in Kaz had dimmed, a weak flicker in his eyes as he nodded again.
“ Use your words, dog.” John tightens his grip on Kazuhira's hair, surely having pulled out a good chunk of his blonde locks.
“ Y-Yes sir…” When he really just wants to say Fuck you.
“ That's it. Remember, Good sluts get what they want and filthy mutts like you get thrown on the street.”
“ Yes…Sir…” It's hard to speak. “ I'm sorry…”
Big boss lays back on his comfortable chair, like a king retreating to his throne. He seems to inspect his work a little bit more until he leans back, puffing on his cigar.
“ What are you waiting for? Get out.” But Kaz really can't move. His body had given out. Shutting down to make the torture a bit bearable.
“ What? Want me to plug you up? Give Nadine a little gift?” He laughs, But the thought of Nadine seeing what must be 20 guys worth of cum in her husband's hole is terrifying to Kaz. He lets out a weak “ Please no…” Reflexively clenching his hole, only for it to push out more cum.
His body starts cooperating after the threat, but his movements are mechanical, he doesn't feel like he's moving himself.
He's seeing double as he peels himself off the desk, unable to feel his fingers, or anything really, moving jerkily around the room to put on his clothes with an absent brain. He remembers to grab his phone before he grabs onto the door handle.
“ Oh and Kaz?”
The blonde flinches. Not looking back.
“ Order me a new desk. I want a new one here by 9, got that?”
Kaz swallows.
“ Yes sir.”