Memoirs

Warnings: Minor Non-con, naughty language, and Leon torture and abuse ahoy!

Authors note: Yeah, I changed the number of parts for the story. I couldn’t see Leon just giving in easily, so his fighting made it longer then intended. I’m not even sure if I like this chapter, but I figured it works. I hope it’s not too dull and poorly written, but I figured it works. Also, I chose to write the whole story in third person, so the readers could get a better understanding about what is going on and a better look at Krauser. I don’t think having it through Leon’s POV would have worked well with that. Considering the fact in his given situations of every chapter, he can’t think clearly and half the time doesn’t know what the hell is really going on. Plus, the upcoming dream sequence would have been boring and wouldn’t make much sense…You people aren’t even reading this note are you??!!!


Vivid Dreams: Part 1

Krauser stood back with an amused expression playing across his face. He leaned casually against the wall as he took in the sight of Leon struggling viciously against the group of men attempting to force him to the floor. Leon far to caught up in the battle with his devoted clan to notice him.

Even as Leon’s back was bashed unsympathetically into the wet tile floor, he continued to fight. Leon was confused and furious at the group’s actions. He couldn’t for the life of him figure out why his own “comrades” were attacking him. He didn’t even know their names, only knew he had seen them hanging around Krauser most of the time. He could not recall doing anything to them, at least nothing to spur their current treatment of him. It wasn’t funny, nor was the nature of it the slightest bit playful.

They were holding his arms and legs in painfully tight bruising grips. The men held onto his arms; twisting and pulling at them brutally, undisturbed about the pain they were causing him. The fact he had been showering when they attacked him, leaving him nude in their presence made the whole situation even more disturbing and uncomfortable for Leon. His naked body caused him to feel vulnerable to the group; something Leon hated and his anger flared increasingly with each touch of their bodies against his.

Whatever their intentions may be; Leon sure as hell wasn’t going to let it happen without giving them a rough time. He had no intent on becoming submissive and letting them get their way. Despite the fact it was four against one, the men were having difficulty keeping him under control. His water slick skin made it hard to keep a good hold on him. Leon cursed through clenched teeth and managed to jerk his right hand free from one of the men’s grip. With all the force he could muster, he let his fist crack forcefully under the chin of the man. The man’s head whipped back and he was momentarily stunned by the strong impact of the blow, losing his balance and falling backwards.

Leon wasted no time in using his free hand to break the hold of the man to his left and swung his arms forcefully against his chest knocking him away. Trying to move fast enough before the two men returned: he promptly sat up to use his hands to help free his legs.

His effort was interrupted when standard military combat boot came flying towards him. A tremendous burst of pain was felt through out his head as the blunt heavy object smash against his skull. The force behind it caused his upper body and head to twist to the side, crashing harshly against the floor. His vision focused in and out as he lye in a daze from the impact. His head began to ache from the kick and he couldn’t bring himself to fight back as he felt hands grip his slightly twisted upper body: rolling him flat on his back again. The hands resumed their tight grips on his wrists and he stayed still for the moment, eyes closed loosely: waiting to regain more composure and strength before returning to his struggles.

“I thought you said we weren’t supposed to hit him.” One of the men holding his wrist spoke as more of a statement than question.

“You can’t hit him. I, on the other hand, can do whatever the hell I want to him.”

Krauser’s deep voice laced with arrogance seized his attention. His eye’s opened, quickly looking for the man. He didn’t have to look far. Standing proudly between his spread legs, Krauser smirked down at him. The man’s amused expression caused Leon’s anger to rise again and he jerked at the hands that pressed his limbs harshly into the floor.

“What the hell’s going on Krauser?” Leon shouted bitterly as struggled against the hands restricting his body.

Krauser seemed more humored than perturbed by Leon’s rage and irritation he glared up at him with.

Krauser chuckled lightly. “Just thought we’d have some fun before I leave for my mission tomorrow,” A smile formed on his face, “Thought we’d have a little good bye party. Guess what, you get to be the entertainment.”

The group around him laughed at Krauser's words, but made no attempts to speak. Leon shot an irritated stare towards Krauser; frustrated at their laughter and amusement of the situation. He had no intention on being any part of their “entertainment”, no matter what they had meant by it.

“The hell I am.” He growled back.

Leon jerked his upper body off the floor as far as he could, intending on breaking the grasp on his wrists. Krauser’s movement was quick and he stomped his booted foot roughly down on Leon’s chest, causing his back to crash painfully back to the floor. The air was pushed from his body and he gasped desperately to draw it back in. The boot shoved harder against his chest, constricting its movements and making it complicated to breath properly. Krauser glared down at him with anger, all the amusement that once shown on his face had disappeared.

“That’s where your wrong baby, you’ll do whatever I want you to.” He hissed with malevolence and his boot crushed unbearably against his chest more to emphasize his point and authority.

Holding it for a moment longer against the suffering man for pure self-enjoyment, before promptly removing it. Leon drew in air urgently and his chest contracted hastily, hurting with each movement from the intense pressure it had endured under Krauser’s weight. The men restraining him remained silent, enjoying the event that unfolded before them. Not daring to interrupt their self proclaimed hero that had the spotlight at the moment.

“Now, are you going to be good boy for us?”

Leon had managed to even out his breath; his eyes surveyed Krauser and the men around him. Their faces were shining with amusement and excitement at Leon’s distressing ordeal. Krauser was by far the most infuriating out of them all. Standing tall between his naked spread legs, smirking triumphantly at Leon’s uneasy unprotected nude figure. Leon glowered at the man with rage burning inside him, wanting nothing more then to be able to beat that smirk off his face. He wouldn’t give in, not to them. Not to Krauser.

“Never knew you to be such a coward Krauser, but seeing you need your lap dogs to hold me down, I guess I was wrong.” Leon responded, voice tauntingly sweet, his icy blue eye’s holding Krauser’s defiantly. “Afraid to fight me yourself?”

The men around him weren’t pleased by the remark at all, they pushed his the limbs to the floor, the bones in his wrist and ankles pressing painfully against the hard tile. Some of them quietly growled and twisted slightly at the imprisoned appendages. He winced inwardly at the treatment, but he did not let the pain become visible to their eyes. The most disturbing reaction was Krauser’s. Leon had wanted him to get mad and to get under his skin, to feel some sort of power and resistance towards the man since he was unable to physically defend himself.

Instead, Krauser seemed rather calm about the comment. Krauser simply shook his head in frustration at Leon’s rebelliousness. His nearly placid reaction only displeased Leon more. He started to make another spiteful remark, but stopped his action as Krauser let himself kneel between Leon’s legs.

“I’m no coward Leon and I could easily stomp your ass into the ground. Thing is, I don’t have any interest in kicking the shit out of you at the moment. I only want to have a little fun. Be a good girl and it can be easy for you, maybe even fun.”

Krauser traced his finger down Leon’s chest, running it over the muscled stomach, and letting it swirl around his navel, his short nails scratching the flesh as he did. Leon shivered; dismayed by the touch he tried to shift his hips to the side to escape the finger.

“As for my men letting you up. Why would I want that? I like you like this, naked and spread out like a whore in front of me.”

Krauser and the men enjoy the obvious signs of Leon’s discomfort and hid reaction to the touch and lewd comments. Their eye’s roam over his nude splayed form and Leon renewed his struggle to break free of them with a growing need to fight back. The sudden knowledge of their intentions towards him had become apparent and he felt his stomach sink with anguish. For first time, actually fearing the men around him, even more fear towards Krauser.

“Get your hands off of me, I swear I’ll..”

“You’ll what?” Krauser’s voice snapped at him, ”Scream like a bitch? Is that it? That’s not going to help you, no ones around anyway. Even if there were, would you really want someone to come in and see you like this? Hell, they’d probably jump at the chance to get a piece of your pretty ass.”

The young man was even more annoyed about being reminded of his helplessness of the situation and his body twisted to escape the clutches of the men. Leon ignored the snickers of the men and concentrated on trying break free. Krauser merely took the time study Leon’s naked body. Taking in the sight of the muscles that tensed and flexed under the smooth wet skin. Indulging in every aspect of the exposed body before him, his cock pulsating from the sight.

Leon cut short his struggles as he watched Krauser’s body lean over him. Placing his hands on each side of his head, bringing his face close to Leon’s. Catching his victim’s confused gaze, relishing the sight of hatred that showed visibly on the pretty face. Krauser’s wet tongue flicked out to run along Leon’s lips, his hot breath hitting his face. Leon quickly turned his head to the side to escape the unwanted attention, his disgust and anger showing noticeably on his face.

Leon’s disapproval aroused small chuckles from the group and Krauser simply moved to his exposed side of his neck and nipped roughly at it. Krauser’s covered erection pressed against Leon’s flaccid cock and his hips moved with a wanton grind. Krauser’s moment was short lived. Leon was enraged at the man invading his body with his unwanted touches and the feel of the man's bulge pressing into him, the fabric of his jeans scratching at his naked member.

“Get off me you sick bastard!”

Leon shouted with as much venom as possible, his body struggling to buck the man off, unaware his thrusting hips increasing Krauser’s pleasure as he unwittingly rubbed against the other mans pulsating sex. Yet, despite the pleasure Krauser was still annoyed at Leon’s resistance, he was growing impatient toward his prey. His hand’s gripped Leon’s waist and trapping his upper body even more.

“Think you’re special Pretty boy?” Krauser’s whispered harshly into his ear, his tone filled with irritation, pulling back to look directly at the other man’s face. “What? We’re not good enough for you?”

Leon locked his gaze with Krauser’s, intently set on getting the better of the man. Leon lifted his head, actually causing Krauser to give him a confused stare,

“No, you’re not.” Leon stated mockingly, spitting into the other man’s face, his lips forming a small smirk.

The other men actually spoke up, cursing at him, but not taking it upon themselves to actually do anything with out Krauser’s consent. It was as if there only purpose was to play as human shackles, restraining him for Krauser’s use. Whatever small amount of patience Krauser had, it was gone. Using the back of his hand to wipe the spit quickly away, his face turning red with anger. Leon inwardly regretting his actions, but not letting it show, holding his bluff by continuing to smirk at the furious man.

“Fine, you want to act like a bitch about it, we'll do this the hard way.” Krauser hissed, his hand reaching behind him and extracting some sort of black object from his pocket.

It looked similar to a stun gun, but Leon knew it wasn’t. Even though he didn’t know what it was, he was still very weary of it. It didn’t take a genius to know that Krauser was going to use it against him in an extremely unpleasing manner. He began to thrash as the object pressed into his stomach, hoping he could somehow manage to knock the object away from him. Leon’s attempts failed and Krauser only shoved the object harder into his stomach, his thumb pressing the small red button.

Krauser and the others observed the happenings; smiling smugly as a vicious wave of electricity tore into Leon’s abdomen and his body shook violently from it. The pain was awful and Leon let out an unwilling strangled cry as his back arched from the ground. Krauser stopped the electric torture after a few seconds, but seemingly longer to Leon who now trembled with pain and the aftershock of torment.

“What do say baby doll? You going to behave or do we have to convince you some more?” Krauser asked, rubbing the device warningly along Leon’s cheek.

Krauser shifted his body, until his full weight pressed down on Leon’s naked self. His body still trying to recover from the shock, his struggle to remove the man off of him was weak and futile.

“Fuck you,” Leon snarled, his voice low and wavering slightly, his breathe heavy from the former brutal treatment.

Krauser chuckled, “Fine by me Pretty boy, I like to play it rough.”

Leon braced himself for the excruciating hurt his persistence was bringing upon his own body. He could not convince his self to spare his body from pain by complying so soon with the men, even knowing that he would be forced to eventually. He was set on defying them for as long as he could manage. He took another deep breath as Krauser pressed the object tightly against his right hip.

“Make sure you scream nice and loud for me baby. It makes me so damn hot when you do.” Krauser taunted him as he nibbled at his victims bottom lip roughly, nearly breaking the skin.

Leon ignored the assault on his sore lip; focused more on preparing for the electric torture he knew was coming. Krauser stopped the vicious biting, lifting his heavy body from Leon and kneeling over him. Krauser smiled cruelly sending another electric wave into his hip, quickly spreading through out him. The painful process repeating through out various parts of his aching body. With each remark and action of noncompliance, another painful shock would be emitted. Leon’s wails of pain and protest mixed with the laughter and jeers from his tormenters.

Krauser’s eye’s focused attentively on Leon’s pain contorted face, taking pleasure in his suffering. Krauser could have straightforwardly forced his desires on the man at anytime, but that isn’t what he wanted. He wanted to watch the younger man shamefully comply with his desires and lust. Taking perverse pleasure in the thought of forcing the man to play a role in his own degrading. He wanted to break Leon and Krauser always got what he wanted.


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