Lost But Not Little Boys

Rodney lay in a heap on the slab of rock, the unforgiving stone tearing into his backbones. The Lost Boys insisted on calling it a bed. The cavern was dark and smelled like moldy gym socks, but at least he was alone.



Alone.



An optimistic now, huh? How can you think like that when you have been . . .



Just shut up! Why are you bringing it up?! Forget it. It never happened!



And what? It will all go away like a bad rash? I don't think so. What are you going to tell Carson when he examines you? Huh? Now what, genius?



Don't call me that! Carson's not going to know because I'm not going to tell him.



So he's just going to ignore the blood in your pants? Sure, all of your wounds are healed, but you can't hide the blood. You can't even hide the humiliation on your face. What about Sheppard? What is he going to think about you when he rescues your sorry ass?



He won't know!



If he finds you like this, he will.



He won't know because we won't rescue me.



I thought you were an optimist.



He won't rescue me because I can escape all by my self.



Your damned right you will! You have a brain the size of a small planet, and it is no match for two macho guards.



Right. I just have to think my way out of this. "Stupid son's of bitches!"



"What did you call us?" asked Ishmael as he and Rothgar strode into the cavern.



All of the zeal and confidence that his ego had built up in him was gone as the sight of his rapists froze his blood.



"Why won't you leave me alone?!" He stood in a vein attempt to prepare for their next attack.



"Calm down. It's not that bad. Look, did we hurt you at all? Are you still bleeding?"



There was no point in answering.



Rothgar moved in. "Lay down."



"No! Screw you, you fucking bastard. When, when Ford and Sheppard hear about this . . . they'll - they'll . . . I swear that you will both regret this."



Ishmael responded as if he hadn't heard a word of Rodney's threat. "He won't ask twice."



Rodney's nostrils flared and his lips thinned. Rothgar put a hand on his shoulder, and Rodney broke into tears. He closed his eyes and lay back down on the slab of rock. Rothgar pulled his arms above his head and pinned them.



"Relax," said Ishmael. "If it makes you feel any better, Ford was the one who though of all of this." He sat near Rodney's feet and began to pull at the strings of his boots.



"Please don't do this!" Rodney whined cowardly. He struggled at Rothgar's hold on his arms if only to feel like he was doing something.



"When you have a cave full of stiff guys, they're going to turn on each other." Rodney caught the smirk sent from Ishmael to Rothgar. "Ford decided that it wouldn't be a bad idea to just let us go after one another. That way, the weaker guys would learn to be stronger and more ready to fight the Wraith." He tugged the socks and boots off of Rodney's feet. "We all eventually figured out our pecking order."



Rodney whimpered again and turned his head toward the wall.



"Stop being such a little girl about this, Dr. McKay. You must have started to feel your pants get tight whenever Teyla walks past? Soon you'll start to enjoy it, and you'll learn to thank us for this." The pants were forced all the way off of his legs but not until after Rodney twisted his legs and ankles to keep them on. "We all pretty much only stiff it to the captured Wraith these days. Some guys like to break the teeth out and go after them that way." Ishmael got up and pulled his own pants off.



Rodney felt Rothgar chuckle above him. Rodney wanted to die.



"But there is a reason that they wear masks, if you ask me." Ishmael pried Rodney's legs open, and Rodney felt the man's erection press against his thigh.



Rodney's body was ridged and his eyes were closed tightly. He tried to keep the chocked sobs to a minimum as to not excite the psychopaths any more.



"You can hold your breath all you want, doctor, but it will only make it worse. This is not about hurting you. I want to show you how this can feel good." His hand grasped Rodney's groin, and Rodney leapt out of his skin.



He shrieked and yelled, "Don't Touch Me!"



Ishmael held Rodney's thighs tighter and continued his assault. He continued to fondle Rodney for several long moments.



Rodney didn't know what was worse: the fact that he was about to be raped in the ass for the second time or that he was growing an erection from a man who fucked wraith chained to the wall in his spare time.