Rising Above

As before, Sheppard had two glasses of wine and proffered one to Rodney.



Rodney took it. "I don't think you understand how hard this is for me. I love my wife very much. What you are doing is forced prostitution. You're making me choose between letting my wife and kids starve or having gay sex with you."



Sheppard made his way to the door. "You are free to leave anytime you want. On your way home, though, be careful about which truck driver you hitch with. They know a penniless maple won't be missed by the authorities."



McKay looked deeply into his glass of wine. "I, um, can't drink without food. I get sick."



"Do you like strawberries?"



"Sure." Rodney had never had strawberries except for when they grew wild in a childhood friend's backyard in Canada. That was before the war and the nuclear winter.



Sheppard produced a tray of red berries, shining in the bedside lamplight. Rodney took a strawberry and sat on the farthest end of the bed from Sheppard near the pillow.



"You're so cute when you're nervous. You stop babbling and moaning. Your forehead has a cute little wrinkle."



Rodney chewed furiously. Strawberries were good. He took a handful and shoved them in his mouth.



"Like strawberries that much?"



"Haven't ad any fing to eat taday."



Sheppard made his way to McKay's side. Rodney stiffened as Sheppard began to run his hands over his shoulders.



"You know, this would go much easier for you, if you just accept things. Just let it happen."



"I've never been with a guy, and I really don't like you."



Sheppard began to laugh. "That's another thing I like about you. No matter how nervous you get, you always have a witty comeback."



"I'm serious. You are a horrible person. The knife should have slipped when they circumcised you. Humanity would have been much better off. How many other guys have you put in my position?"



"Drink your wine before you say something you really mean."



Rodney did as he was told, and drank the entire contents of the glass. He'd never had wine in his whole life. It was sweet, and he would have asked for more if Sheppard wasn't kissing his neck. He suddenly recalled his cat holding a mouse under its paw and licking its dead body before devouring it.



He was completely at the mercy of the sex addict, Colonel Sheppard.



Sheppard moved the glasses and strawberries to the bedside table without leaving McKay's neck.



Rodney's hand clutched the bedspread.



Sheppard's hands began to roam under Rodney's shirt.



Rodney felt so ashamed and sick. How could he let the man do this?



Fingers pinched his right nipple, and he blew a quiet "shhh".



Shivers ran across Rodney's whole body. Pretend it's Katie. Pretend it's Katie. Katie-Katie-Katie!



"Just relax, and let it happen." A finger fondled his belly button.



Rodney's face was on fire with the intensity of his blush.



Sheppard unbuttoned Rodney's shirt and pulled it off his shoulders.



"Can we turn out the lamp?"



"I want to be able to see you." Sheppard pulled his black t-shirt over his head. Now lay down."



Rodney was chilly without his shirt, and the rough military issue bedspread made his flesh prickle.



Sheppard rummaged through the bedside table drawers. He set a clear bottle of something called "Slick Man" next to Rodney.



The wine began to kick in, and Rodney's vision started to swirl. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine Katie in the room, telling him that everything would be alright.



He felt Sheppard spreading his legs by pressing his knees apart. Then Sheppard laid his body over Rodney's.



Rodney's hands squeezed tightly on the bedspread. He could feel the erect penis on his crotch. He started to shake.



Sheppard put his lips to Rodney's left ear. "What are you thinking about?"



"M-my wife."



"Cute, but what are you really thinking about? My penis between your legs? My chest on yours? My breath in your ears?"



"My wife's name is Kathryn Brown. We got married at a tiny Baptist church in Seattle. We're not Baptist, but that church was the only one willing to marry Canadians." Rodney read somewhere that talking about yourself to your captor would make them feel sorry for you, and they would let you go. "She kept her last name because the US doesn't recognize marriages between US citizens and immigrants."



"Not exactly the sexist dirty talk I've ever heard." Sheppard stopped sucking on Rodney's earlobe.



It was working! "Six months later, my daughter was born. Katie was in labor for three hours, and the midwife--"



Sheppard's finger on his lips stopped him. "Have you thought about real-estate options for when you move them out here? You've got two kids, right? You'll need a big yard. And schools. You'll want them to live in a good school district."



Rodney's mouth was agape. Sheppard gently kissed Rodney's lips. "Do you prefer foothills or mountains? Foothills are better in the winter." He kissed him again and pressed his body against Rodney's.



"The kids will need a pet. How about a German Shepard?



"Stop! Leave my family out of this."



"Hey, you were the one who brought them up."



Now Rodney was mad. He tried pushing at Sheppard's shoulders to get him away, but Sheppard the soldier was much stronger and heavier.



"Kiss me, and I'll stop talking about them." He grabbed Rodney's wrists and held them above his head, using his weight to pin Rodney. "You can take them to the zoo every weekend. They can ride the elephants and the camels."



Rodney was panting with anger, and he pecked Sheppard's lips with his own.



"A real kiss. Your little girl can have riding lessons on a pony named Butterscotch."



Rodney growled and pressed his lips to Sheppard's again. Sheppard's tongue slid over his own lips, seeking access to his mouth.



Sheppard rocked his hips against Rodney's. Rodney tried to ignore the hard penis rubbing at his own through both men's pants.



Rodney let Sheppard stick his tongue in his mouth. He thought how easily he could bite the slimy cold thing, and have this whole thing be over with.



While keeping his left hand on both of McKay's wrists, Sheppard brushed his fingers through Rodney's lightly furred chest. His hand moved down his stomach and to his pants.



Panic flooded Rodney's mind as his pants became loose. He pulled his lips away from Sheppard's. "No, no, wait please!" His heart was racing so fast, he thought it might beat out of his chest. "I don't want to do that. I don't want you to touch me. I don't want to take my pants off. Please don't make me do that!" His hands, already loosing circulation, struggled against Sheppard's hold.



"Sorry, it's a bit of a packaged deal. I get to have all of you."



"No, no, no, wait. Let me use my mouth. I can do that, let me use my mouth on you." Rodney could feel Sheppard's penis twitch despite the pants and Sheppard's hand.



"Soon enough, but I want all of you." He stroked Rodney's penis through Rodney's briefs.



Katie! Katie! Katie!



Sheppard's fingers delved behind the loose, worn elastic and took hold of his flaccid penis. Rodney whimpered as if the act caused him physical pain. Sheppard released his hold on Rodney's wrists and pulled at Rodney's pants and briefs, removing the warn shoes and holed-socks in the process. He retook his position on top of Rodney's body.



Rodney's eyes were squeezed shut and his body riged, and Sheppard resisted the temptation to turn Rodney onto his stomach and take him hard and dry. His penis twitched again.



"Open your mouth." Rodney hesitated but did so. He plundered Rodney's mouth, mimicking what his penis demanded. His tongue dove deep and hard and took no consideration for Rodney's ability to breathe.



Rodney squirmed. He pushed with all his strength against Sheppard's shoulders again, but it did little to hinder his tongue. In fact, it seemed to encourage Sheppard even more, and he thrust his hips hard between Rodney's legs.



Rodney couldn't breathe! Couldn't get enough air. He was being smothered. He tore his lips from Sheppard's and panted.



But Sheppard held Rodney's face and jaw with one hand and continued to molest Rodney's mouth with his tongue.



Rodney was panicking. He couldn't breathe! Sheppard's weight was on his chest, and he could not breathe! He pounded and tried to scratch with his non-existent fingernails. He moaned and screamed into Sheppard's mouth.



Sheppard grabbed and held an errand wrist and held it to the bed. He too moaned into Rodney's mouth. He thrust hard against Rodney.



Rodney's legs flailed and kicked at Sheppard's legs awkwardly, desperate for air, but that only caused more friction between their bodies.



Moments before Rodney thought he would pass out, Sheppard released his mouth. He sucked at Rodney's lower lip while Rodney gasped for air. Tears were streaming down his face.



Sheppard moved down, sucking and nipping at Rodney's stubby throat. He brushed his lips down the center of Rodney's chest. His teeth and tongue fondled a hard nipple.



Rodney was horrified to feel his member stir.



Sheppard's hand reached between them and lightly fingered Rodney's growing member, far more gently than he had been to his lips. "I want to see you hard." The pleasant stirring in his penis also caused his stomach to coil and ache. How could he be enjoying this? He was letting the colonel pleasure him.



He squeezed Rodney's testicles and Rodney's back arched, trying to get away, trying to get closer.



Sheppard stroked from the base of his member to the tip, slowly. He did it a second time, squeezing as he approached the tip.



Then Sheppard stood, leaving Rodney completely naked with a half-hard cock, pink in the lamp light. He removed his pants and boots and reached for the bottle of "Slick Man". He also took a strawberry and put it in Rodney's mouth. Settling again between Rodney's legs, Sheppard moved his knees up and squeezed the contents of the bottle onto his fingers.



"It's important that you keep your muscles relaxed."



Rodney chewed furiously. He wanted to scream.



Sheppard caressed behind Rodney's testicles and brushed the pucker of his sphincter.



"Please, I'm not ready! I can't do this! I'm not that kind of person."



"Close your eyes and think of Canada." He chuckled. The sensation of Sheppard's finger in his ass was just as humiliating, embarrassing, and uncomfortable as the security check and medical exam when he had arrived, but Sheppard's finger also foreshadowed the far more painful fuck for which Sheppard was preparing him. Judging from the size of Sheppard, Rodney would be in intense agony while Sheppard force himself inside.



He tried to avert his gaze from Sheppard's hard member bobbing between his legs, but he just couldn't take his eyes off of it.



Items intended for the inbox should not be going in the outbox, he mused.



Rodney squeezed and resisted, but that only increased the slimy sensations of the finger moving in and out. His bent legs, opened to the colonel, shook and trembled. His fists worried at the bedspread. "Please, I don't want to do this."



"Back out now, and you loose it all. You come this far. Just finish it."



A second finger joined the first, forcing his muscles to stretch.



Rodney clenched his teeth and reached for a pillow. If he was going to do this, the least he could do was hide his face. He held it over his eyes with enough room to breathe.



"Shh. Just relax." More cold, slimy fluid was added to the fingers. They probed and dug, and pressed, and hooked, and --



"Ahh!" A sickening spark of heat and pleasure radiated from his stomach to his genitals and back up his spine, and to his fingers and toes.



"There it is."



Rodney moaned and sighed in frustration into his pillow. The sounds intensified Sheppard's desires. Rodney knew enough from his medical exam that Sheppard was stimulating his prostate. The fingers worked his sphincter, and probed, and twisted. Rodney waited in anticipation of the next hit of his prostate. He steeled himself. Waited, but Sheppard didn't hit it again.



Instead he waited until Rodney let his guard down, the muscles fatigued from contracting for so long. Then he forced three fingers deep inside Rodney and pressed and fondled the bundle of nerves inside.



Rodney growled and bucked. "You bastard!"



Sheppard did not stop. He pressed harder, and reveled in the screams and growls. Rodney squeezed and bucked in a terrible combination of pain, forced pleasure, and frustration. The tip of his penis leaked a drop of pre-ejaculate.



"Just relax, Baby. Just relax and let me take care of you." The fingers disappeared.



God, this was happening too fast. Hadn't he just come in the room? How did he let this man take him so far? He dropped the pillow. "No! No, I won't do this. Leave me alone!" He pushed at his shoulders again and squirmed away from Sheppard.



Sheppard held him fast. "Shh. Relax, Baby, relax." He squeezed at Rodney's wrists. "Stop fighting this. I'm going to make this so good for you."



Rodney stopped squirming. "I don't want to have sex with you. This is me saying no."



"Listen to me. Hold still and listen. You are going to have everything you have dreamed of having." He could see the wheels spinning behind Rodney's frightened eyes. "I know that you want these things I am offering you and your family. Hold still Rodney. I also know that you can't just let me do this, that you have to fight me. I know that. So just fight me, and tell yourself that you did everything you could to stop me, but his is going to happen. Now relax, Baby." He readjusted Rodney's thin thighs. "Think about your wife. Can you see her face?"



Rodney's head nodded slowly.



He released Rodney's hands. "Good. Look at her face and take a deep breathe. Close your eyes for me, Baby. Close your eyes."



Rodney felt him positioning his cock at his asshole. He held onto Sheppard's shoulders.



"Deep breath," and he pushed inside.



Rodney gave out an embarrassing squeal. He dug his face into the crook of Sheppard's neck. Another push and Rodney made a choking sob. "Naaa, it hurts!"



"Relax your muscles." He pushed all the way in and held the back of his knees. Rodney's thighs trembled around his waist. He rocked his hips, bringing him in and out of his ass. The muscles spasmed around his penis.



Rodney instinctively bit his neck to get him to stop, but he went faster. Sheppard reveled in the small cries and moans Rodney made.



"Stop, stop, I need more lubricant. Na . . . Colonel!" Sheppard thrust harder.



Rodney was on fire. His genitals were being pinned and crushed under Sheppard, and his ass had a big, fat penis ramming into it. It hurt so much!



The burning gave way to something wet at last. Sheppard slid in and out with ease. Rodney held on for the ride.



Rodney felt Sheppard take his hand and squeeze his own member, trying to make the experience last longer.



"Mmm, please just finish."



Sheppard thrust again and held Rodney's member between them. Rodney fought the hand with his own, not ever wanting to be touched there by the colonel.



Sheppard thrust fast and faster, sucked and licked Rodney's lips before sucking on Rodney's collarbone. He growled, bit down hard, and shuddered into Rodney.



He did not immediately pull out of Rodney. He let his full weight rest on Rodney's body, his hand still holding onto Rodney's uninterested member.



Rodney was shaking. It was over. It was over. But damn it, it hurt. Sheppard was heavy. Finally, Sheppard's cock slipped out of him, but he could still feel him thrusting inside. He allowed his thighs to relax and fall back to the bed.



He was really wet between his legs and on his back, and Sheppard must have used more lubrication than he thought. Every bit of his energy reserves was gone, and he was so sleepy.