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Lost In This Mind of Mine: FarCry 3	By : Whatadream24 Category: +A through F > Far Cry Series Views: 2639 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do NOT own FarCry 3 nor do I own any of its characters. I do NOT make profit from the making of this story

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II
Vaas glared down at him; it seemed like he was waiting for some kind of answer, but Jason was clueless, lost and fucking stunned.
"Do you want to fuck me, Jason, is that what you mean by fuck you, huh, hermano?" Vaas pointed his gun at him again, getting another jerk out of the Brody boy, and those words, those fucking words were just another addition to the bile in his stomach.
Jason only glared right back at the older man. Sure he had a gun on him, but whatever they were capable of doing to him, a bullet was the much better choice. "You are one sick bastard!" Jason harshly admitted, spitting a wad of bloody saliva to the side. Damn, that taste was horrible, but whatever they were going to do, Vaas should just pull the damn trigger and get it over with; Vaas stood up from his kneel, and turned his back on the young man, with the barrel of the pistol pointed at the ground.
"Say it again, hermano, I dare you," the pirate turned right back around, eyes wandering deep in to Jason's greens. Jason had to think that over a bit, but being the cocky asshole that he was, and not yet afraid, he decided to repeat himself; "You sick bastard!" he repeated with a proud smile, but that only ended up in another violent pistol whip to the face, this time on the opposite cheek. The sound of metal against bone was painful and vicious to the ears.
The group of pirates shared a few laughs, watching closely as fresh blood seeped from the new gash, and another time from the nose.
God, they were all fucking sick!
"So, you ready to be a good boy, or do I have to give you over to my hungry boys?" Vaas asked, stepping closer towards Jason, letting one boot slip between his legs, gun replaced with a violent-looking blade.
The air was extremely hot now, and it wasn't helping at all in this situation.
Jason remained speechless, and that was Vaas's cue to grab the boy by the shirt and toss him in to the group of lustful pirates.
Holy fuck!
The Brody boy was doing all he could in his ability to get himself out of their grasp, but the fuckers were stronger than him, definitely since he was just one man. He cursed, spit, he even sunk his teeth in to some of their arms, but none of those things helped. Vaas watched him squirm, fight and bear his teeth, all it did was make him smile.
"This must be your first time, hermano, you look very scared," Vaas spoke, entering Jason's personal barrier, with a smirk contorting his lips and that gun again, pointed, but at his lower abdomen.
He pressed the barrel of the pistol deep in to his stomach, and that make Jason wiggle even more, while the pirates held him in place.
"Let me go!" Jason howled, continuing his kicking and constant cursing. The group of men only chuckled at the sight, some grew enraged, others had become rather amused. Vaas pressed it even deeper in to him until Jason made a sound of displeasure.
"You need to learn your lesson, Jason," the pirate in red remarked, raising his gun, as he enjoyed the startled face on Brody's face, slowly dragging the blood stained gun across his face, smearing all the red shit from his gash around the rest of his terrified face. Jason let his head fall down and stared at the dirt and all of the many boots.
"I didn't do a fucking thing!" he cursed and hiked his knee up in to the air just a little ways, knocking Vaas in the balls, or at least attempting to. Jason had to be damn quicker than that;
Vaas snickered at the failed attempt and punched him once in the face and knocked him twice in the nads. Jason groaned and the pirates let him drop to his knees; using his own hands to hold himself, he silently waited for the burning pain to subside. Damn, it was the most awful feeling in the world, and it was ten times worse since Vaas enjoyed inflicting pain on anyone who wronged him. Jason continued to hold himself, and groaned; "You don't listen to me, you fuckin' listen to me and this shit won't happen, you got it hermano?" Vaas spat and bent over at the waist and used his hand to forcefully grab his jaw and hold his head up, watching as those green eyes fought to meet Vaas's.
Jason swallowed thickly and loud. He furrowed his brows, and felt several hands messing with him. His stomach was beginning to turn something awful, and he knew if they didn't fucking stop, he was going to hurl.
Vaas recognized that sickly look on his face and frowned.
"Jason, Jason, don't you fuckin' throw up all over my fuckin' boots, come on Jason, stop lookin' like that!" Vaas demanded, stepping just an inch or two back, but when he did hurl, the men stepped off like it was the most horrific thing they've ever witnessed.
Jason was free of fucking hands; he smiled inside.
His head was spinning and his throat burned like hell. Vaas was still standing there before him, looking extremely pissed; he smiled again. "Fuck, Jason, that is the worst fuckin' turn off, you're fuckin' nasty!" Vaas still continued to rage at the fresh bile on the ground, and all Jason could do was laugh.
Vaas stopped in place, and looked Jason square in the damn eyes; both black and blue.
"You think that's funny, huh?" Vaas exclaimed, his voice loud to the American; Jason gave his aching shoulders a weak shrug, staring at the tips of Vaas's boots.
"Maybe," their eyes met again, and Vaas was beyond pissed. The older man got down to a crouch before Jason, looked him in the eyes, and reached out so quickly, Jason didn't even realised what happened until he recognized the pain.
The fucker's hand was squeezing the hell out of the poor boy's sore dick, and it wasn't a pleasant sight, not even a pleasing feeling.
The sounds of nature overcame them, and the two men just stared, and Vaas's fingers dug and dug. Jason wiggled and used his own hands to push at the pirate, but Vaas had the upper-hand; he pushed Jason on to his back, hard, with one hand on his dick and the other wrapped around his throat. Fuck he had big hands, and they were fucking strong!
"Are you ready to listen now, hermano, you can't go anywhere, I got a hold of your fuckin' dick, one move I cut the fucker off!" Vaas reveiled to him his knife, and returned his grip to Jason's throat.
Jason was definitely stuck;
"Let the fuck go!" Jason cried, using his legs to kick again, but Vaas sat on top of them and the weight was almost painful. The fingers around Jason's throat grew tighter and tighter, until he was struggling to breathe the air. Vaas made an animalistic sound deep in his throat and neared his face with a startling crooked grin. "You want me to let go, Jason, I'll fuckin' let go!" Vaas cursed and released his tight hold on his throat, reaching for his knife, but now, at this moment, Jason was begging for him to stop. First sign of obediance is begging, and that made Vaas proud.
"Please, please don't, I'll shut the fuck up, just don't cut it off," Jason whimpered breathlessly, looking up at Vaas.
The hispanic fellow let out a little chuckle and ruffled Jason's hair. "That's right, Jason," the older man let go of his aching dick and stood up, and with a quick snap of his fingers he yelled; "Up!" Jason struggled to stand, hell, he was nearly beat to shit, his entire body felt like shit, his world was spinning, that wasn't a good sign.
Vaas, irritated by his slow-movements, took him by the arm and forced him up, dragging him towards the little shack.
The older man pushed open the door and closed it behind him with his heel, letting Jason drop to the floor, with a thud. "Fuck Jason, you make a lot of fuckin' noise," the older man spun around to meet the boy on the floor, and grabbed two fistfulls of his shirt, bringing him to his feet, and he slammed him up against the door. The power of the forced shove cracked Jason's back, it felt pretty good after that.
"Jason, hey, look at me!" Vaas gave the young man a few slaps, trying to get his attention; it eventually worked and Vaas was in Jason's sight.
Jason was exhausted, pain erupted inside him, his damn muscles ached and he could barely stand up right; if it wasn't for Vaas holding him up, he would be down on his knees again.
"I want to see my friends," Jason said, his voice low and tired. Vaas cocked his head to the side and held Jason's head up with a pull of his hair. "You want to see your friends, you want to see your fuckin' friends, what else do you fuckin' want to see, Jason?" Vaas yelled loud enough to make him go deaf in one ear, and he felt warm spit speckle across his face. The man pulled harder on his hair enough to wrip it out, but soon, he got tired of pulling, so he let go and stared the man down.
Silence, damn silence was the enemy here.
"Oh oh, I know what you want to see, my fuckin' dick, how about that, Jason, would you like that?" Vaas explained with a grin, in the process of unbuckling his slacks.
Jason was so fucking tired for his fucked up shit; he dropped to his knees, not really knowing if Vaas was really planning on exposing himself, and he cursed, staring at his knees. All he could see was the olive colored cargo slacks fall around Vaas's ankles and the belt buckle hit the ground.
Fuck, he was really going through with it!
"What the fuck, no way!" Jason cursed and realised backing up even more was impossible, and standing was a damn pain anymore.
Vaas glared down at Jason, holding his soft dick with one hand and the other reaching out to grab at the younger man. Jason was ready to bite if he had to, once those fingers touched his chin, Jason was too slow to react to such a experienced hunter. The older man grinned and pulled the boy even closer until he was way too fucking close.
"First time suckin' dick too, hm, surprising," Vaas teased, as his fingers on Jason's chin grew dangerously tight.
Jason's face went a tad pink;
He was fucking embarassed; but damn, Vaas had quite a thing going on. "I never sucked dick and I'm not about to start now!" Jason hissed and somehow, he managed to slip one of Vaas's fingers in to his mouth and he bit down with all he fucking had, until the older man was cursing up a storm. "FUCK!" he cried aloud and used his bleeding hand to back hand the disobedient bastard. Vaas was only trying to go easy on him, but fuck no, Jason just had to fucking ruin that too!
That slap nearly knocked everything out of Jason, and it sent him straight to his back, dazed a little. He tasted blood again, fucking nasty!
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Jason stirred around on the floor, his body in horrific pain. He slowly opened his eyes, but saw black, nothing but black enclosed around him.
"What the fuck is that?" he questioned as he inhaled the humid air around him, recognising the raunchy scent floating about as piss. He furrowed his brows and felt a slight heaviness in his clothes.
He was cold and smelt of fucking piss. Jason was drenched in fucking piss. "Sleep good, hermano, I fuckin' did," that sharp familiar voice crept up underneath his very skin, as he turned to see in the darkness; all Jason could see was the burning tip of his cigar, along with some bad lit facial features.
Jason got to his knees and stood himself up on weak legs. He watched the hispanic man's eyes follow him and he left his chair, disappearing in to the darkness, with the only light being his dim cigar.
"You smell fuckin' disgusting, Jason," Vaas's voice had found the delicate area behind Jason's ear, sending unwanted shivers down his spine; out of the pitch blackness, Jason cried out in pain, feeling his very skin along his neck being burned; that fucker loved inflicting pain. Jason couldn't see a damn thing, but he could smell piss and burnt flesh. "Fucker!" the younger man snapped and reached out in to the nothingness of the room, intentions on grabbing at Vaas, but he failed and ended up against the wooden door.
"You will be a good boy, hermano, a fuckin' good boy," a rough hand of Vaas's met the very back of Jason's head and held his head in place against the door as his opposite traveled up his shirt, tracing his index finger up and down his spine and all the tense muscles.
Jason licked his dried lips and began to struggle.
"Get the fuck off me!" Jason crowed, wiggling around like a fucking worm against the front of the enemy. Although it was fucking irritating Vaas beyond words, the hard brushes executed against him gave him quite the feelings.
"Shut the FUCK UP!" Vaas spat and took a fistful of Jason's hair, pulling his head back, only to slam it back in to the door. He did it only two times just to stun the guy a little.
Jason was unusually silent, but that was alright.
"You will be my good boy hermano," Vaas said in a soft demanding whisper against Jason's neck and that's when he felt fingers tugging at the front of his jeans, unbuckling the belt, poping the button, and unzipping the fly.
He wanted so desperately to fight the fucker off, but all of his strength was gone, just like that;
He experienced instant pain, sharp fucking pain straight up the ass; he bared his teeth, clenched his jaw and raked his nails down the door. It fucking hurt like a bitch. Jason felt like he was being torn up from the inside, out. He moved against the man behind him, feeling fingers dig deep in to his hip and fingers rake along his very back.
Vaas's breathing was distorting Jason's mind; he couldn't believe this reality; his ass burned no matter how slow the other man moved.
The movements lasted for what seemed like forever, and soon, he felt his insides burn a little from the warmth of the other man's semen; he needed to seriously throw up.
Vaas's groans were silent, and he slowly pulled out; Jason crumbled to the floor, and the painful sensations his insides had just experienced were nothing he'd like to experience again.
"You are a good boy, Jason," Vaas smiled, while pulling himself back together. He knew he had him now, the first time was scarring. Jason Brody wouldn't be the same, he couldn't be the same;
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