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- Punishment -
The commander turned off his zoomer and got off it. He lifted the helmet covering his face and placed it on its usual spot resting on his hair. He looked up at the ominous walls of the prison and smiled to himself as he approached the main entrance.

Jak lay strapped to his experimentation table. He glanced around at the unpleasant yet all too familiar surroundings and growled unhappily. Suddenly, the sound of boots on the metal floor alerted him. The rhythm of the steps told Jak his visitor was of military training. He could hear no body armor clanking against a gun, so it was no low level KG. Besides, the only guards who were allowed in this room were the ones who would escort Jak from his cell, and even then they required special clearance. That left only one of two people. Praxis or�

Jak lifted his head, with some difficulty to see who was approaching. The visitor was hidden in the shadows from across the room, but Jak could see he was much smaller than The Baron. His posture was perfect and his shoulders swung with authority as he came closer. The light shining in Jak�s eyes was not helping his see the man, but at this point he already knew who it was.

Erol came into the light, his signature smug grin sweeping over his mouth. Jak laid his head back on the table with and exasperated sigh.

"Pleasure to see you too." Erol quipped, as he removed his gloves and dropped them on the equipment table beside Jak. They made the medical tools on it jingle faintly. Erol reached forward and used his fingers to pull at Jak�s bottom eye lid. Using his other hand, he pulled the upper lid. He examined Jak�s right pupil, then let them go and wrote something down on a sheet he had picked up from the equipment table. When he finished, he placed the sheet on Jak�s chest, using the boy like some kind of convenient table. He then examined Jak�s left eye in the same manner as the other.

"Your hands are cold�as usual." Jak informed Erol. Erol seemed to ignore that remark as he pulled up Jak�s lips to examine his teeth and gums as if he were a dog.

Erol picked up his sheet and recorded something else. He tucked the data sheet in his belt and moved to a lever on Jak�s left. He pulled it and that horrible machine that hung suspended high above Jak began to lower down. The dark eco pump. When it stopped., Erol positioned it to his satisfaction over Jak,

Jak braced himself as Erol reached over to the side of the machine and found the ignition button. He pressed it and quickly moved back a step. The lights flickered and Jak howled bitterly. Erol watched his test subject writhe beneath the dark beam, purple light bouncing off his emotionless features. After a few minutes, Erol approached and cautiously turned the pump off. Jak collapsed back on the table, the test draining him.

"Now, do you feel any pain in your chest?" Erol asked in a professional manner.

Jak could only muster out the words, "...Fuck...you..."

Erol raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised at Jak�s energy, however little it might be, after his eco treatment.

"Such zeal..." He said under his breath, as he wrote on his data sheet.

Erol grabbed Jak�s chin and turned his head this way and that, so he could examine Jak�s face more thoroughly. Jak�s eyes rolled back in his head and closed as Erol continued to prod at him. A moment latter, those prodding fingers held Jak�s face still and Jak could feel Erol�s breath touching his cheeks. Jak hated it when Erol got that close to his face. He opened his eyes and immediately became ensnared in the gaze of the Commander. At that moment, Jak did something he hadn�t done in a long time. He resisted Erol�s examinations.

"Get... Back." He commanded.

Erol smiled maliciously, tightened his grip and got closer. Jak swore he could feel his jaw bone threatening to crumble.

"Make me." he chuckled, pressing harder. Jak felt an immense rage fill him and couldn�t hold it in.

"Get BACK!!" He screamed. His eyes flashed in black and his skin paled to an unnatural shade. Erol instantly jumped back, visible startled.

Jak�s grim features disappeared, but he continued to struggle against his restraints. Erol had apparently regained his composure, though as he went to his equipment with his confident stride he approached it keeping a wide distance between himself and Jak. He wrote down something, looking at Jak every now and then with half lidded eyes and a smile touching his lips.

Jak stopped struggling, realizing it was no use, Not only that, but he realized what might be going through Erol�s head. His kind of sick punishment usually reserved for when Jak would fight his tests. Or his tester. The blonde cursed under his breath for not being able to stay calm and let Erol doe as he wished. But then again, Jak thought, if he hadn�t done anything Erol might have just gone on with Jak�s "punishment" anyway, as he had done a few times before.

Erol turned to Jak, revealing the scalpel clutched in his hand. He lowered it down to the material of Jak�s tan-green jumpsuit. He turned the scalpel up and ran it up Jak�s torso, easily slicing his clothes. With two quick flicks of the wrist the edges of Jak�s sleeves were opened with the knife and Jak was officially topless.

Erol walked around Jak, dropping the scalpel on the table with one hand and lightly running his other hand over Jak�s bare chest. He leaned down and slowly, very slowly, ran his tongue up the length of Jak�s right ear. Jak swallowed hard, trying to block Erol out. This was hard, seeing that when Erol reached the tip of Jak�s pointed ear he bit the end, actually causing a small breakage in the skin. Jak felt the sting then the strange twinge as Erol licked blood out of the little bite.

The commander tangled his fingers in the red wrap that surrounded Jak�s neck and forehead and pulled it off quite easily. he then closed his mouth on Jak�s neck, nipping and sucking the tender flesh. Jak squeezed his eyes shut. He didn�t want to be here. He didn�t want any of this to be happening!

Erol�s roaming lips found their way to Jak�s chest. He went on with his favorite activity of biting Jak, by taking Jak�s nipple between his teeth. Jak couldn�t help but shiver at the touch. Erol turned his eyes up to the protesting blonde and smiled. He walked his fingers down Jak�s hardened abs in a mock playful way. His fingers reached the untorn portion of Jak�s jumpsuit and the tips began to sneak under the fabric.

"No!!" Jak screamed, not being able to hold it back. He swung his chest from where he lay buckled down and knocked Erol in the face. A sharp sting told Jak he had cut himself on Erol�s helmet. He struggled with all his might, growling and straining under his restraints.

The Commander shook his head, clearing it after the blow. Erol�s brow knit together and he sighed, annoyed.

"Your treatment has made you feistier than usual." He told Jak, backing up to his equipment table. He turned to it and Jak saw his arms working with something. he turned back with a syringe held delicately in his hand. Floating inside was a clear liquid speckled with blue crystal-like particles. Erol flicked the side of the syringe and examined it.

Jak stopped dead where he was. He knew what was in the syringe. The result of more eco testing. Mutated blue eco. Seeing that blue eco was the principle element of movement, twisted in such a way to mutate it, it would become the exact opposite.

"Let�s-" Erol squirted a bit of liquid out of the top of the needle "-remedy that."

Jak futilely started to fight once more. Erol walked around to Jak�s left side and snatched the side of Jak�s pants. With a strong pull, the pants ripped on one side. His hand slipped over the waist and another pull came. The thing cloth ripped again and the top of the jumpsuit flew off. Jak lay in a pool of his own clothing, twisting and yanking at his braces. Erol laid his arm across Jak�s stomach and held him down. Erol had a little trouble inserting the needle into Jak�s hip, between Jak�s inability to cooperate and the sheer number of little puncture marks in Jak from previous injections, but he managed to find a patch of undamaged skin and stabbed the needle into his test subject.

Jak�s whole body spasmed for a moment, then completely seised movement aside forma twitch every now and again. Erol circled Jak, both examining him and unlocking each of his shackles as he passed them. The circle ended at Erol�s equipment table, where he placed the syringe. Erol placed an arm around Jak�s neck. He lifted the blonde�s head up so he could see across the room. Erol got very close to the side of Jak�s face until their cheeks touched. He stretched his free arm out with a pointed finger. Jak followed it to the warp gate that seemed miles away, across the long metal walkway.

"Do you see that?" Erol asked "That wrap gate could lead you practically to the front door. Now, why don�t you just get up and leave, hmm?"

Erol had a good laugh at that.

"Oh, that�s right-" Erol turned Jak�s head to his and his voice dropped to a low pur. "-You can�t."

Jak wished desperately wished that he could get away. Even thought he was unshackled, his body wouldn�t obey. Now he lay, naked and completely under Erol�s control.

Erol released Jak�s face, but not before pressing his lips to Jak�s, forcefully. His tongue slipped briefly into Jak�s mouth, beckoning the prisoner to play along. Jak shivered, partly in disgust and partly in a kind of sick unexplainable attraction to the redhead. When Jak was free of Erol�s lips his face, which seemed to be the only part of his body unaffected by the eco injection, twisted in a picture of repulsion, though (Jak would not realize this until much latter) he licked his lips, taking in another taste of the Commander.

Erol stood up straight and unclasped the metal bracelets that were clamped on his wrists, first the left, then the right.. He lay the heavy steel wrist clamps with his gloves on the equipment table. Next, he undid the clip to the strap of his helmet. It unwound from its place over Erol�s chin. The Krimson Guard delicately placed both hands on either side of his helmet and lifted it off his head, not pulling too fast, so he wouldn�t hurt his ears on the metal rings that held the helmet on. He smiled at Jak, who could only manage a venomous stare. The mask like helmet joined the gloves and wrist clamps in a neat little pile.

Then Erol�s hands began to work at the clasp on the front of his armor. Two clicks echoed through the room. Now the chest armor became looser and Erol easily slipped it over his head. He didn�t drop it haphazardly as Jak would have expected him to do, but placed it on the floor behind him carefully. Jak growled as he noticed that Erol never took his eyes off him, eyeing him the way a ravenous lurker watches a helpless yakow just before it strikes, tearing it to pieces. Erol was prolonging Jak�s torture. He knew Jak just wanted his to get it over with, so he was going to drag it out as long as he could.

The clasps on the legs of Erol�s body suit came next. After that he slowly undid the buckles in the holster that was strapped to his leg, letting his fingers play over his thigh in a seductive manner as he went. He looped the strap over his index finger and dropped the gun and holster over his shoulder, where it fell to the floor and clattered against the armor. Erol went to unfasten his knee pads, but then thought against it. He was going to need them. He then walked to the front of Jak�s table, slipping his arms out of his blue and yellow body suit.

Jak knew what was going to happen next. Erol was going to flip him over on his stomach and have his way with him. But right when Jak expected Erol to roll him over, Erol climbed up onto the table on his knees, slowly spreading Jak�s legs as he crawled closer and closer to him. When he came close enough, he stopped, letting Jak�s legs dangle on either side of the table. He eased his body suit, that was bunched around his waist, down past his abs and past his hips until the suit was hanging around his knees.

Erol leaned over Jak, licking the cut on his rib. It stung. Jak found that the worst part of the mutated blue eco. The eco didn�t numb the body. It didn�t slow the brain waves. Jak was aware of everything happening. he could see and hear every single thing Erol was doing to him. Even worse, he could feel all of what Erol was doing. He could feel Erol�s breath, puffing over his skin. he could feel Erol�s hands traveling over his arms and face. Erol�s erection hitting the inside of Jak�s legs and purely as a bodily reaction, his own length beginning to harden.

Hands coiled around Jak�s ankles and pulled them into the air. Erol pressed the head of his cock to Jak�s hole. Jak gritted his teeth, readying himself for what was to come. Erol entered Jak, unmercifully hard and fast. Jak�s unprepared hole burned and pained him greatly and while he couldn�t fight back, Jak had the ability to open his mouth wide and scream. Jak�s scream echoed through the chamber, quickly followed by a harsh laugh from Erol. The sounds mingled and twisted, reverberating off the walls and coming back, ringing in Jak�s ears.

Erol�s hips began to twist as he started thrusting. Jak continued shouting out in pain beneath Erol�s rhythmic pounding. He could hear Erol suck air in through his teeth and saw him open his mouth, expelling the oxygen and letting his tongue dance across his bottom lip and curl at the corner of his top. Jak�s cries became louder as Erol�s thrusts hardened.

"I love hearing you scream!" Erol laughed, throwing his head back.

At that, Jak immediately clamped his jaw shut. The pain became increasingly harder to bear as he closed his eyes tight and held his breath. Soon he couldn�t help it anymore.

"Burn in hell, you bastard!!!"

Erol came in close to Jak�s face and licked his cheek. Jak wished he could shrink back.

"A fighter the very end this time, aren�t we?" He told his victim.

Jak opened his eyes and once again was trapped in Erol�s severe stare. He never had to look at Erol during pervious encounters of this nature. He had always been turned away from the Commander. The look in his eyes terrified Jak. Jak could see that this man was clearly insane. And that he was dangerous.

Erol rose up again, pumping harder. Jak thought that wasn�t possible, but found out he was apparently wrong, as his eyes widened and he bit his lips. Erol let Jak�s right leg go and let it fall. His thigh, covered in the sweat that was dripping off Erol�s arm mixed with his own, hit the experimentation table with a painful slap. A strong hand dug into Jak�s shoulder and pulled him up to Erol�s face. Jak�s head lulled back, but he found the strength to lift it. He wished he hadn�t. Erol chuckled, finding much pleasure in Jak�s returning horror.

"I never enjoy this so much as when I allow you to look at me." he purred, inches from Jak�s mouth.

Jak was disgusted. This lunatic acted as if making Jak look at him while he was being violated in such a way was some kind of a privilege.

"In fact," Erol attacked Jak�s mouth his mouth stealing into it. When he broke, he smiled at Jak, his eyes swimming in carnal desire and cruelty. "The only other time I've had you like this was when you were first put under my...care."

Jak fought back the urge to snap at his attacker. A moment later, he fought the need to scream. But not from pain. Erol ha just hit something inside Jak that sent a terrifying yet oh so satisfying thrill to his whole body. The movements must have pleasured Erol too, because his breathing, already very heavy, hitched and his eyes closed halfway, screwing his face into a drunken grin.

"Your hair was so much shorter..." He said around pants and sexually charged grunts. He ran his fingers through Jak�s hair, only keeping him from falling back by grabbing a fistful of it for a moment. The boy hung limply, only supported by the hand now behind his head. Jak�s right leg rested against Erol�s shoulder as the Commander let go of it to grab Jak�s goatee between his thumb and forefinger. "...And you didn�t have this." He smiled, yanking on it. Jak felt a few hairs break free from his chin. "So fragile, you were. I believe you even cried."

Erol�s movements quickened. Jak felt as if his skin was melting off his body. He actually longed for the dark eco pump. At least it couldn�t humiliate him while it hurt him. Heat resonated from Erol and splashed over Jak, drowning him. Erol found the place he had hit before and began to concentrate on it. The blonde beneath him suddenly jerked, involuntarily. Will power shattered, he gasped and a low moan escaped him.

"I knew you could find pleasure in this if you tried."

Jak growled viciously but more gasps and groaned interrupted it. These sensations, while feeling fantastic, were systematically destroying Jak, much to Erol�s delight. Jak was struck again, deliberately slower to make him feel the pain and pleasure stir around in his belly. Erol, who had let go of Jak�s goatee and placed it on Jak�s left shoulder, loomed over Jak, sweat dripping off his forehead and the tip of his nose. Jak�s stomach turned and he tried to look away, but he just couldn�t. His chest began to heave as Erol�s thrusts dissolved in his hips and made half erect length dribble out a bit of cum.

Through the heat and pain and unbridled passion, Jak�s heart leapt as he noticed what he thought to be movement returning to his arms. This could be his chance. Although what the Krimson guard was doing to him felt so good, he didn�t ant Erol to be inside him, violating him, any longer. Jak summoned up all the strength he could, balled his right hand into a fist and swung his arm at Erol�s head. Erol let go of the back of Jak�s head and caught Jak�s wrist. The boy�s head fell, banging against the table. his head rung and he thought for a moment that it was bleeding.

Looking up, Jak saw the Commander gripping his wrist tightly in his hand. The attack must have been much weaker than Jak thought. Even in his sexually hazed stare, Erol must have easily been able to stop Jak. Erol squeezed Jak�s wrist, making his fist weaken and come free. The pain in Jak�s wrist practically being crushed mixed with the ecstasy and agony of the red haired man on top of him made a few tears fall out of his eyes. Erol enjoyed that sight more than anything else. He slammed Jak�s hand down hard onto the table, above his test subject�s head.

Jak screamed in his head, telling his brain to make the tears stop. He had been strong and brave through all of Erol�s previous "punishments" but this time, try as he might, Jak couldn�t stand steady. The tears continued to flow, unaffected by the orders being bellowed in Jak�s head. An uncontrolled sob tore from Jak�s vocal chords. That sound sent Erol in to absolute euphoria. With a final throaty and stricken yell, Erol came inside Jak. Jak shuddered as he felt the hot sticky liquid fill him.

Erol slid out of Jak as smooth as silk and moved off the table. Jak�s leg hit the table. His heel issued a great thunk as it landed. Through tear swollen eyes, the blonde could see Erol neatly tucking himself back into his tight body suit. A stain of cum made itself known on the chest where it had most likely been dripped on from its bunched state at Erol�s knees. It was hidden by Erol�s armor as he slipped it on and clipped it into place. The leg clips quickly returned to how they began, followed by his gun and holster. The chamber was deadly silent except for the severe sound of footsteps as Erol crossed the floor to the front of Jak�s table.

Erol�s slim fingers slid into his gloves and he closed his wrist clamps securely. He adjusted them, staring blankly at Jak. he marched forward, his hands behind his back, the expression he used when examining Jak on his face. He lightly picked up Jak�s wrist and dropped it back to its original location on the table. Erol swept two fingers over Jak�s cheek, picking up some of his fallen tears. The rough cloth hurt Jak�s face. Erol looked at the warm salt water dripping down his glove, and slid his tongue over them.

His blank face disappeared, replaced by a still calm but slightly more malicious one. Erol menaced over his subject, casting a shadow on the curves and features of his face. he planted his arms on either side of Jak�s defeated form.

Eyes narrowing slightly he said, "If your more cooperative, I might be a little more gentle next time. It�ll do you good. but if you continue to be such a struggle, it won�t bother me in the least. I like a good challenge."

Jak heard a sickening clank as Erol shut his arm shackles.

"I�ll see you tomorrow." Erol smiled.

That phrase hit Jak like a sledgehammer. Tomorrow. It made him quiver just to think about it.

Erol patted Jak�s check, condescendingly as he went around him. He snatched his helmet off the equipment table while passing it and continued down the thin metal walk. Jak heard his footsteps reach the warp gate and stop. Had he left? A crunching snapping noise reached the blonde and he lifted his head wearily. Erol stood beside the warp gate, cloaked in darkness. He had strapped on his helmet and was cracking his knuckles thoughtfully.

"Remember Boy," he began "You�re mine until The Baron or that little machine kills you."

The warp gate sprung to life right then, washing Erol with pale blue light. it whirled, making grotesque shadows dance on his face. Jak could see Erol�s face clearly, as the Commander�s mouth pulled up into an amused but grim smile.

"I�ll teach you to be obedient until then." Erol turned and jumped through the gate, vanishing, followed by a wavering hiss from the portal.

Jak slowly lowered his head. he closed his eyes, that were once again spilling tears, and tried to focus on the one comforting thought he had left:

That Daxter was out there searching for him, an one day he would be free.
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