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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
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III
He opened up his eyes, and his world began to spin again. He called out, but no acknowledgement. Shifting his ass on the ground got him to realise that his arms were no longer in his control, and they were painfully restrained above his head by chains, along with his ankles.
His body continued to ache, and thoughts of just hours ago sent him in to a world of confusion and insanity;
Jason did all he could do at the moment.
"GET ME OUT OF HERE!" he screamed to the very top of his lungs, and used his two feet to kick at his cage. He barely had any movement, especially from his legs and arms, he was pretty much bound in place. This was beginning to drive him mad;
"Vaas!" he cried out again, knowing the only man behind this was surely Mr. Montenegro. So he continued to call out his name as many times as it took for the front door to swing open, with a furious Vaas standing over the threshold. Jason glared at the man from behind bars, and the pirate kicked the door shut with the heel of his boot, with a fresh cigar hanging from his bottom lip.
"Can't you ever shut the fuck up!"Vaas growled and walked near the cage, giving it a few kicks, just to rattle the hell out of Jason's fucking head. He kneeled down before the well-sized cage and met Jason's gaze.
Jason was silent, and that shook Vaas a little; "Now you are fuckin' quiet, what the fuck is wrong with you, Jason, are you fuckin' stupid, what is it with you, you-you make my blood fuckin' boil!" the older man raised his arms in the air out of frustration and grabbed tightly on to the bars before him. They were cold to the touch.
"Get me the hell out of here!" Jason acknowledged in a soft tone, but that anger was still there, as they looked in to each other's eyes.
Vaas shifted himself, realising his body weight was putting quite some strain on his ankles. Vaas cocked his head in a terrifying way and began to shake the cage; "You don't like being in a cage, Jason, you don't like making me fuckin' happy, seeing you like this is fuckin' powerful, you know, you have no control over me, hermano, I have all the control, you are my bitch!" Vaas explained in a devious tone, and the last word that had slipped from his tongue hurled spit speckles across Jason's face. Vaas just loved saying that damn word.
"I'm not your bitch, I am no one's fucking bitch!" Jason replied, and Vaas stood up, back erect, and his cigar butt ready to be flicked; that smirk across his lips made Jason shiver, and in a damn painful way.
"I think I need to teach you better than that, Jason, you have a bad fuckin' potty mouth that needs to fuckin' learn when to shut the FUCK UP!" Vaas spat and gave his cigar a toss in to the cage, hitting Jason in the stomach. It was still hot as fuck, so close to burning a hole in his shirt. Jason just continued to glare and mouth off;
He clearly didn't know when to shut up;
"I'm not scared of you, Vaas," Jason's voice had suddenly fell soft, and a smile spread smooth across his lips.
The pirate king snapped a daring look back at Jason, and pulled out his gun from his pants with such ease; he cocked it and pointed it directly at the Brody boy. Vaas was silent and he fired one bullet, but it obviously was meant to miss Jason, and it zipped right passed his very head, creating a perfect circle through the wall. Jason was swallowing hard, and he could feel his heart race;
"It seems like you have pissed yourself," Vaas admitted, pointing his gun at the noticable wet spot in the front of Jason's slacks.
Damnit, it was true, he fucking pissed himself like a little bitch; not once in his life has he soiled himself; he was fucking embarassed. Jason looked down at himself and felt a sudden heat fill his face.
Vaas put his gun away, and kneeled down in front of the cage.
The older man smiled and pulled a ring of keys from his front pocket. Jason could only look away, he couldn't look at Vaas, he couldn't even look at himself.
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Vaas removed Jason from his cage, leaving his arms still restrained, but his ankles free, as the older man led him over towards a second room, where a bed, a couple tables and a TV set were; this must be where the bastard slept.
Booze bottles were kicked around, cigar butts lined the floor-boards and pot covered corners.
"Lay the fuck down," Vaas ordered nonchalantly, and forced him down up on the mattress, face up. Jason laid still for a few seconds before writhering about like a mad-man, doing everything he could to get himself out of those chains; he was pretty fucking stupid at times.
Wiggling and struggling quickly turned in to violent kicking and knocking Vaas in the back of the head, along with the face, with the rubber sole of Jason's shoe.
Jason was glad to have gotten the bastard back, but he came to realise every little thing he had said or done, pissed Vaas off to unbelievable heights.
Vaas turned to look at Jason, who remained as still as ever, blood slowly dripping from his one nostril, and dirt coating most of his face from the muck on the bitch's shoe. "You little mother fucker, I should cut your fuckin' legs off for being such a fuckin' cunt!" Vaas's words had become more graphic, and Jason could only believe that it couldn't get worse, but it fucking has!
The pirate instantly topped Jason, who began to fuss beneath him, and he was knocked in the face a few times, before getting fisted in the damn ribs as well, but twice as hard as the fist to the face.
Jason winced and whimpered at the power of Vaas's beatings, causing him to turn his face to spit a puddle of blood that had been growing in the middle of his wounded mouth. He was punched pretty hard in the face more than once, and Jason could fucking swear Vaas loosened more than a few of his teeth. He even had the salty taste of Vaas's knuckles on his tongue.
Jason was silent, he had to be, his mouth fucking hurt, his jaw was swollen and why the fuck would he want to keep getting the hell beat out of him?
Vaas's breathing was slowly returning to his normal breathing state, and he sat up, his thighs tight around Jason's waist, and glared down at the younger man underneath his heaviness. Jason looked marvelous, and Vaas cracked a smile, using his index finger to trace little circles in Jason's spilt blood, beside his face, stained in to the sheets. The smell of the puddle was getting to Vaas, and he inhaled deeply through the nose, taking it all in, and suddenly popped his blood coated finger in to his mouth, his tongue rolling around wildly.
"That's good stuff, that's fuckin' good stuff," he pulled out his finger, full of saliva, and leaned closer in to Jason's face, using one hand of his to wrap around his throat and the other used to caress Jason's face, and without warning, Jason could taste the fucker's warm spit across his tongue.
Wasn't Vaas cautious of him bitting the damn thing off, like he had tried the first fucking time?
"You fuckin' bite, I take a fuckin' chunk out of your fuckin' throat, 'kay hermano?" Vaas groaned, meeting Jason's green blood-shot eyes, feeling the young man's pulse against his hot palm that was tight around his throat.
Jason knew to be careful this time;
He was in too much damn pain. "Suck it," Vaas ordered, his voice low and intimate, his face getting even closer, and Jason could feel cracked lips kiss against the underside of his right ear.
Jason furrowed his brows and the heaviness of Vaas was finally starting to crush him. Vaas then shifted his weight against him, placing his ass over top of his chest, with his junk hanging in Jason's face.
When that happened, and Vaas removed his finger, Jason realised what he was referring to;
Vaas was silent, so was Jason; the air was humid and sticky and the scent of the blood was becoming a bother.
The pirate above him began to unbuckle his belt, pop his button and pull down the zipper. The pirate's eyes never left Jason's, even if the boy attempted to look away.
His face was swollen like hell and he was a bloodied mess; Vaas pulled his length out, and Jason was surprised to see another man's penis so fucking close to his own face. The man had a fair amount of dark hair that began around the base, towards his tan belly-button. Quite the 'happy-trail';
Jason looked in to Vaas's eyes, and glared, but he obeyed. He couldn't believe he was really doing this, it was fucking sick, and degrading.
Vaas helped in sliding half of the dick in his wet mouth, then Jason took over, letting his damaged tongue roll around, so lost. The feeling was great, for Vaas, but Jason, hell he felt so disgusted, and the musky, salted taste was already stained in to the buds of his tongue. Jason could taste his own blood and some of Vaas's precum, what a mix in tastes.
"Mh, your mouth feels fuckin' amazing, Jason," Vaas smirked down at the boy, eye-lids heavy, and he brought himself on to his knees, causing Jason to take even more.
Jason choked several times, but it was all in the learning experience; spit and blood spattered, and Jason's eyes glistened with tears. His throat burned afterwards; the hotness of the pirate's load burned the hell out of Jason's virgin throat, and the taste was beyond over-bearing.
Vaas climbed off of him after it was all over, and that's when the pirate turned his back for a moment, rummaging through a drawer, and he pulled out what seemed like a rolled up belt;
Jason just lay there on the mattress, eyes closed and ears ringing.
He needed sleep, nothing but sleep.
"You will be my good boy, Jason," Vaas was nothing but a blurred figure anymore, when Jason opened his eyes; he felt a cool object brush up against his neck, and came to realise his throat was enclosed with a collar-like object; hell, it was a fucking collar;
Vaas buckled it tight enough, but loose enought for the kid to breathe.
"Good fuckin' boy," Vaas hovered above him and reached over to brush at his stained face.
Jason closed his eyes and fell in to another world.
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