Revenge Of The Nerd

Revenge of the Nerd

A/N: This fic asks a simple question to Gears fans: why admire Fenix? On to the porn...

"....Sergeant Fenix."

These were the last words Damon Baird wanted to hear coming out of that tac/com; Hoffman's usual bark worsened with radio interference. The sound confirmed everything he knew about the COG. Baird inhaled, deeply.
"Sergeant?!" He walked behind the newly appointed Sergeant, teeth gritted.
"Typical, don't give the smart guy the promotion! Give it to the jackass instead..." He paced away from Fenix, arms slackening at his sides, head shaking. Did command have any fucking idea how stupid Fenix was? Does that even matter to.. he stopped.

And then he smiled.

Cole went off talking, but Baird looked away, gazing at the building's walls, grinning as he thought about what he wished he could do...

***

Fenix was naked. His muscular body restrained by leather straps around his wrists and ankles; the ankle straps pulling his legs wide. Baird, also naked, gazed at his captive, smirking at the sight.

"Got a problem moving Fenix?"
"Doesn't take a smart man to realize that" Fenix growled back.
"Obviously; you realized it!" Baird retorted. He noticed Fenix's body, more scarred than his, but more muscled, dark body hair emerging irregularly, Fenix's cock hanging limply between his thick thighs.
"Sergeant," Baird continued, "You must've sucked Hoffman dry to get that one! Or wiped his ass for him! Fucking errand boy you are!"
"Shut up Baird."
"No!" Baird bellowed back, "I won't shut the fuck up. I'll say what I fucking think of you, Hoffman, the whole fucking COG! Fuck you all!"
Fenix didn't reply, he merely glared.
"Glare all you want. You're just a fucking grunt that needs people like me to fix the guns and the tanks. All you got is a few more stripes. Hell, here's some more!"
Baird's knuckles impacted into Fenix's face, a sickening crack resonating through the air. A suppressed grunt of angered pain emerged from Fenix's mouth as stripes of blood started dripping down his cheek.

Baird gazed at his victim as his lips curled upwards, his teeth bared in delight at seeing Fenix suffer.
"You are what's wrong with this fucking world Fenix!"
Fenix didn't reply.
"Just do what Hoffman says, be a good soldier, don't think, no, never think!"
Baird grabbed Fenix by the neck, pressing his thumb into the brute's adam's apple, smirking again at the growly gurgle that came from Marcus' mouth.
"If there is one thing I'd wish... I'd want all you meatheads to get off the steroids and do something..." he released Marcus' throat before withdrawing his arm.
He then raised it, bringing his fist down on Fenix's nose again
"GROW..." he bellowed, raising his arm, swinging his fist at the brute's left cheek.
"A FUCKING..." flecks of his spittle splattered onto Fenix's bloodstained face.
"BRAIN!" The back of his fist crashing into the monolithic Sergeant's right cheek, another crunch emerging from the bones beneath.

Baird took a deep breath, his knuckles red with Fenix's vitae, his teeth grinding together, a hissing exhale followed as he turned away momentarily. He couldn't look in the face of that pathetic excuse for a man.
"Typical. Being smart doesn't matter in this fucking world," Baird said, voice deadpan.

Fenix struggled against the bonds, his face felt like it had just been imploded, warm blood trickling down his neck. He fought animalistically, arms randomly jerking at the restraints.
"Fight or flight, hey prick?" Baird replied, not through a smirk but with the cold observance of a scientist. He walked forward, studying his subject keenly, positioning himself between Fenix's thighs.

Marcus' eyes went wide as he felt Damon's hardness brush between his cheeks. His mouth opened slightly.
"Surprised? Didn't guess I'd do this? You're dumber than a fucking brick Sarge! Didn't get your Dad's smarts huh?"
A savage growl was Fenix's reply.
"Ooh! I found a soft spot!" Baird exclaimed, sarcastically jubilant. "Speaking of that," he continued, smiling.
Baird thrust forward. Without lube.

"AWRGHHGH-FUCKING-HELL-BAIRD-GET-THAT-FUCKING-THING-OUT-OF-MY-ASS-YOU-PRICK!!!"
Fenix roared through a clenched jaw and brow twisted in agony, his face distorted in pain and rage, roars oscillating between growls and near-cries, screams frantically held back. The brute thrashed against the restraints again, uncoordinated animalistic jerking just hoping for some sort of good luck.
"Stop trying Fenix" Baird groaned in a tone of deadpanned indifference, "Just take it like the obedient little bitch you are," again in the same tone. Baird continued jackhammering forth into Fenix's tight hole.
"Never been fucked before huh? Too insecure about your manhood huh? Typical, you'll pound Dom through the wall but can't take what you dish out..." Baird scoffed.
It wasn't long before Baird climaxed. He didn't see any reason to take any longer than necessary, pulling out as soon as he was finished.

Fenix lay there, his own cock now erect. His face became flushed, he didn't want to ask for this... He looked over at Baird, he was getting into the lower half of his armor plating.
"Baird..."
The blond looked over at Fenix, noticing the hardon.
"You think I care Fenix?"
"Baird..." he stopped, be took a breath, closing his eyes slightly... Baird would've swore it was a look of shame on the brute's face.
"Get me off Baird... however..."
Baird was agape at the request. "You'd want me to do that? After I did that? What the fuck is wrong with you Fenix?!"
"Just.... what do I have to do?"
A sinister grin spread its way across Baird's face, how low will this sick fuck sink? There's nothing wrong with getting off, but man, there are limits to how far you should go to get off! He finished clamping the lower half of his armor shut and walked over to the restraining table, his metal boots making their familiar stomping sounds over the concrete floor. He grabbed a pair of carbon-steel cuffs from a side table, making sure they were slapped around Fenix's wrists as soon as he undid the table restraints. Fenix didn't try anything funny as Baird dragged him off the table.

"On the floor you sick fuck."
Fenix grunted in reply.
Baird thrust the toe of his boot towards the kneeling Sergeant. "Show some respect."
"Aww fuck Baird... can't you just..."
"You wanna get off? Then lick it."
Fenix grumbled, hesitated.. and then he prostrated himself before Damon, his tongue traveling across the metal toe.

As he looked down at the tamed animal, Baird's eyes widened in shock. Part of him felt satisfied at Fenix's humiliation, how he'd relinquish every scrap of dignity just to get an orgasm out of this. He spoke down to the grovelling mass of meat before him, "yeah, what you'll give up just to cum. You're not a man Fenix... alright," Baird continued, tone sounding almost frustrated, "on your back, I'll give you what you want you animal."
Fenix didn't even answer back as he turned over, his face cringing with embarrassment. He didn't question Baird's judgments of him, he didn't know how.

Baird brought his boot up and pushed Fenix's cock against his abdomen using its sole. He then moved the sole up and down the underside of Fenix's shaft, jerking Fenix off with the sole of his boot. Fenix's cock started leaking precum over his abdomen, whimpers emerging from the massive man as he writhed with pleasure under the boot of Baird.
"Hmm... rrrrgh... Baird..."
Baird's expression of shock had given way to one of disdain. He didn't want this to take much longer, the disdain robbed any pleasure out of this. He rubbed harder, hoping it would speed up the process. It did, Fenix came soon after, shooting all over his scarred musculature.

Fenix's soft breathing provided a rhythm that was broken by the crack of Damon kicking his head, knocking him out cold. Baird just stood there, looking at the wreckage of a creature that Fenix was, face masked in his own blood, body covered with his own cum, lying on the floor. Damon felt not joy at the breaking of Fenix, only an overwhelming sense of pity for this wretched excuse for a human being, this creature that lacked any dignity at all. He didn't break Fenix; Fenix was already broken.

***

"Screw that, I got an idea" Dom said, calmly. All Baird heard was the prelude to more idiocy from Marcus' right hand retard.
"Oh yeah, what is it smart guy?"
"Enough! Let's move" grumbled the brute, dragging the squad further into the burning streets.

THE END