Endure

Fenris broke into a run. It was his own fault for being down in Darktown at this time of night. Half the people that managed not to get stabbed down here were slavers scrounging around for some extra opportunities. He didn't know his face was so well known among them, because as soon as he had seen a group of those too-familiar Tevinter armor types, they had locked in on him.
Few were as fast as him, or as good at running away. The lifts up to Lowtown were slow, he would probably end up taking the ride up with his slaver hunters. He could try scaling the outer facade of the city's cliffs. He could either get to a safe place to jump and try to make a swim around the faces to the gallows or the docks. That wasn't a good plan, with currents like these he had just as good a chance washing up in Ferelden, or crashing into the Gallows dead, beaten by the waves. There were a few other ways up that involved climbing through old mining shafts, but you never knew which way would get you where you needed to go and he didn't have the luxury of backtracking right now.
Damn it.
No other options. He would head to the clinic. It was a dead-end, so he would be cornered, but he would have one ally, and there was a Calling Horn there.
If Hawke wasn't asleep, he should be able to hear it. It was a half-hour trek down from Hightown but the Slavers wanted Fenris alive, and that would buy him time.
The slave set off at a dead sprint, he had to have time to ring the horn before they overtook him, because just he and Anders might not make it.
He didn't bother decelerating, he just slammed both fists into the clinic doors to stop himself, splintering the old wood. The call was made quickly, as the Tevinters were coming up the crooked wooden stairs and Anders threw open the other clinic door, his skin cracking as it barely held in the spirit that possessed him.
“Fenris?” his ethereal voice questioned as the group of Tevinters rounded on them. He threw a wall of ice out to impede them. Fenris wished they had Hawke's firepower here with them now, but shattering frozen enemies was something he was very good at.
Before he managed to unhook the 60-pound waraxe Bloom from his back, a well muscled body dropped from above the clinic and pinned him down.
“Templars!” he heard a more-Anders-than-Justice voice snarl, before feeling the chill in the air as Anders tried to summon more inhibiting ice.
He heard the mage's body hit the ground with a thud.
“Idiot! I thought your specialty was dealing with templars!” barked Fenris, spitting dirt as his face was pressed further down in an attempt by the templar to gain his silence.
“Can't help but notice those SLAVERS.” Anders snapped back at him, “I hope your master punishes you well for your IDIOCY.”
Fenris only saw electric blue, he couldn't phase out the whole thickness of his torso, but if he could wriggle out just one arm out from under the solid templar pinning him. “I can only hope the templars won't be stupid enough to keep you alive again, Mage!”
“Shut up! Both of you!” A templar barked, before turning to the slavers, “Tevinters. State your business here.”
The Tevinter hunters shook the remainders of ice off of their robes and armor, “On behalf of the Imperium, Masere, to recover Magister Denerius's property.”
“You mean the elf?”
“Yes sir. We've been hunting the slave for years.”
“I'm no one's slave!” Fenris snarled into the well trampled dirt.
“You will be again soon though!” Anders spat into a similar situation.
The Templar looked to the two men in the dirt, then back at the Tevinter hunters, “You know. Usually when we catch an apostate... We allow ourselves a little reward for our hard work.”
The Tevinter hunter crossed his arms across his chest, silent for a moment, “We have a similar policy with slaves.”
“Well.” The Templar smirked. He gave a discreet signal to a templar behind him, and there was a tear as the Apostate's robes were torn.
Anders didn't even let out a gasp.
Fenris gazed over at him. He was pinned down in the same way, the back of his robes now torn down the back. The knowledge that the mage had been caught and returned to the circle scores of times was in the forefront of his mind.
Anders brought his gaze up and met Fenris's. The knowledge that Fenris had been a slave in the Imperium his whole life was in the forefront of his mind.
They saw each other's momentary pity, simultaneously feeling indignant rage over it. “Eyes down while they make you beg, Mage!” Fenris snapped.
“Shut up!” was Anders's instant retort.
“Maybe we should put those pretty little mouths to work, boys.” the lead Templar interrupted. The Tevinters had descended on Fenris, setting about the task of removing the spiky armor. Fenris had mutilated most of the clasps so it was no easy feat.
“Get off me!” Fenris snapped, attempting to bite the nearest Tevinter's kneecap, “Try to shut me up with your fucking dick and I swear to the maker I'll bite it off!”
The five Templars barked in laughter at Fenris's outburst. “Fiesty, isn't he?”
“I'm sure Denerius will appreciate us taking a bit of the edge off for him. This one'll need to be retrained any way.”
Anders shut his throat down, and refused to make a sound as the Templars stripped him, providing resisting dead weight for them to have to wrestle out of his robes.
Fenris was taking a different approach, he twisted and spit and shot out translucent deadly punches, his mouth spewing filthy curses in both Tevinter, Qunari, and even some saltier Dwarven Dialects.
They bound his hands behind his back, but that did little. His double joined shoulders and elbows twisted grotesquely in desperate attempts to reach and eviscerate his attackers. They produced another rope, twisting it around his neck and tying the lead to the rope around his hands, which they had forced up to the flexibility brink of the even Fenris's comfort.
He choked. Spit. Twisted.
Anders watched, barely allowing himself a shudder as a Templar moved over him. He was face-down in the dirt, and glad for it. He hated when they could see his face. He allowed his expression to fall into despair as he felt a Templar's cock, thankfully already dripping with precum, force it's way in between his feebly clenched cheeks and dip into his body.
He was tight. He hissed at the intrusion, but the Templar knew how to breach an unwilling body without hurting himself. He withdrew and slicked his cock with some spit, before grinding inside almost gently a few times with just the tip of his cock.
Anders felt his body loosen, his muscles start to invite the reviled Templar. The delicate thrusts barely inside his body made his outer sphincter gape and gasp to be filled again.
He knew it was coming. He knew. He had his fist close to his face to bite when it came. It always did. He just never knew when.
The Templar drove fully inside his body in one swift thrust.
Anders could have vomited, but instead he bit down on his knuckle until he tasted blood. He had allowed himself to gag and be sick before, and they had just bore him down into his own mess for hours.
Fenris was finally restrained enough that the Slavers felt safe unclasping their own armor. While the slavers disrobed, a few Templars held Fenris down, face still to the dirt. One Templar caressed the white-hot flesh of his ass affectionately, “I've never seen an elf naked before...” He whispered hoarsely.
“And you'll never see another!” Fenris snarled, heaving in the offending Templars direction.
A Tevinter came up behind Fenris, “Really? I guess they're not slaves here. You can't just strip the nearest one when you wish. Lift his ass up. You want to try his ass out, Templar?”
The Templar gulped, eyes glued to the hairless smooth flesh of the captured elf, the Lyrium flowed through the designs, and the heavily-addicted new recruit felt his mouth water “I-” his eyes darted over towards his Sargent.
The Templar in charge was distracted, pistoning inside his Apostate prey. Anders was starting to simper. “Do whatever the fuck you want.” He panted out, bending over Anders to viciously bite the Mage's shoulder.
The two Templars holding Fenris hiked his ass up into the air, a few Slavers slinked off to sit against the clinic door, stiff cocks in their hands, enjoying the show and patiently waiting their turn.
Everyone would get their turn.
A Tevinter took the curious Templars place, and the leader handed him a vial of oil, “He'll still bleed, but he'll rip the skin off your cock if you try him dry.”
Fenris was snarling and growling, sounds that didn't sound like language but something more primal, something more bestial, as if they had really captured a feral wolf.
The Templar inside Anders was watching the other men pin the twisting elven form, he leaned down to Anders ear, “Remember when you used to fight like that, whore?”
Anders bit his tongue. Replying was what he wanted. The damn Templar could have what he could take, but Anders wouldn't give him anything.
The young Templar took the oil from the helpful Tevinter Hunter, spreading it liberally on his cock. He was harder than he had ever been, he had only had sex with his wife, and even then, bad sex. In the dark. He was so hyped up, applying the oil almost burned. He grabbed both those hot, smooth hips, and watched. He was so ramrod hard that he didn't even need his hand to guide his cock to that clenched, pink pucker.
Someone with such dark skin shouldn't have such a pink, delicious looking little hole. The elf's body didn't even open an inch as the Templar pressed inside, simply buckling back under his onslaught, until the strained little sphincter couldn't hold any more, and pried open, tearing through sheer resistance.
Fenris screamed.
The Templar moaned, forcing his cock even farther into the resisting body. Fenris was clenched hard, and his muscled were twisting and writhing on the inside with all the struggling movements he was trying to make but couldn't for the two men pinning him on each side.
He was so silky smooth and scorching hot in the inside. His tightness was painful, but the Templar added more lube and didn't relent.
“Rip him up good, boy.” said the older Tevinter hunter behind him, watching very carefully the tight ring envelop the Templar's pale cock. “We'll never get any good fucking out of him if he stays that tight.”
The Templars eyes went wide, and he felt his heart beat speed up. He was supposed to rip this delicate little sprite? No one would care if he tore him in two... They wanted him to?
He drove all the way inside the slave, who moaned and wretched against his choker, blood came away on the Templars cock as he pulled out before slamming back inside with a small 'squelch' as blood ran against the slick lube.
“Fenris.” Anders gasped out, barely able to speak without vocalizing the thrusts deep, deep inside him by the commanding Templar, “Fenris stop you'll hurt yourself!”
“Shut up you fucking slut!” Fenris snarled, his eyes weren't even human, elf, whatever. Anders locked eyes with him and saw a cornered animal in the deep green. “I'm not going to let them turn me into a moaning bitch like you.”
And Anders did moan ever so slightly as the Templar caressed his cock and his prostate at the same time, “Fenris... Don't be a stubborn ass! Let them fuck you like a good little slave!”
The Templar behind Fenris was pumping in and out at a fair pace, while young and inexperienced his cock was nothing to sneeze at, a few of the Tevinters noted with respect. The slave was starting to gasp on every deep stab, sobbing as the muscular young man ripped out to only deeply delve back inside.
Gasp. Sob. Gasp. Sob. The Tevinter pinning down his left side allowed him to make these pleasing little noises for a few moments, before yanking on his choke chain, “Breathe, Bitch.” He hissed in the little elves ear, “If you pass out, we'll use that time to work your ass around the hilt of my Hammer.” He brandished the offending weapon. The rounded end of the staff had a knob nearly the size of Fenris's head.
Fenris's breathing caught, but now he was breathing in a healthy panic, instead of a hyperventilate.
The young Templar and his commander were now pounding in unison into their separate vessels, and both of their victims were crying out against their will, teeth gritted.
Fenris felt the Templar's cock pulse inside, filling him with something sticky and wet. His mind refused to process it and if the Hunter hadn't yanked and held his choke chain he would have wretched onto the damp soil.
The Sergeant pounded Anders a few more times with erratic possessiveness, before pulling out and releasing hot spurts across the Apostate's back. Anders felt the drops fall heavy and hot on his skin, groaning as immediately the Sergeant moved aside and a different, slightly older Templar took his place.
The young Templar inside Fenris didn't understand the unwritten rules the situation called for, and stayed buried deep inside the elf, panting and thrusting slightly with his half-flaccid cock.
A Tevinter Hunter held a blade to his throat, “It's someone else's turn, boyo.”
The young Templar swallowed, coming back to his senses, “Oh, uh, sorry.”
Two Tevinters who were against the door stood up and waved away the men holding Fenris down, the Hunter went to take a seat against the clinic door and the Templar situated himself in front of Anders, leering down at him with his heavy cock in his hand.
The Tevinter Hunters moved with practiced precision, the larger hooking a gag made of filthy cloth around Fenris's mouth before lying down and pulling the Slave onto him. Fenris had to press his face into the Hunter's chest because his arms were so extremely tied behind and high on his back. He reluctantly breathed in the heavy scent of the well-built hunter. He smelled like bad memories.
Fenris had more leverage in this position, however, and thrashed violently as the Hunter tried to force his hips to sink down on his cock. Fenris was not going to fuck him self on this filthy slaver! Two more hands applied pressure to his hips, forcing him down. His muscles faltered and he heard one of his hamstrings give an unappreciative snap as the earth under his knees gave way and slid his legs apart, his hips dropping.
His body was flush with the Hunters now, and strong arms hooked around him to keep them close. The man above Fenris guided the man below Fenris's cock to the slave's abused pucker.
Fenris flushed with shame as the ring of muscles spasmed at the pressure, and gaped for just a second, letting free the seed of the young Templar to run down his legs, cooling and becoming sticky. He let out a disgusted sob.
The Tevinter behind him laughed and smacked his ass hard. Fenris jerked and felt his sphincter twitch and expel more of the Templar's cum. A scream was constant against the back of his throat, fighting the gag. He his head violently, jolting up on his hands and sending flashes of pain through his shoulders.
The Tevinter behind him was... Toying with him. He slipped a finger inside the slave, pushing down and watching the seed dribble out of him. Sometimes the slave would struggle in such a way that his passage flexed and even more seed was expelled from deep inside him.
The Slaver hooked in a finger from his other hand, and pulled the tight little passage apart, gazing into the abused red channel, watching as the small fissures around the rim widened and lengthened. The boy would rather shred to pieces than relax and take it.
That could be arranged. He massaged the elf's ass apart with the two fingers for a few minutes, adding lube to the tortured passage not for the slave's comfort but for his own.
Then the Hunger took his friend's cock in his hand and guided his cock into the hot little hole, pressing the elf's hips down as his friend thrust up, a wet slap marked the elf being fully penetrated again. He moaned against the filthy rag in his mouth.
The Tevinter behind him lifted and dropped his hips a few times, watching his hole start to bleed again around the cock he had stuffed in it. He made little circular motions with the elf's hips, and the blood ran pink as he found an apparently undiscovered reservoir of the Templar's cum.
The little hole was finally looking hungry, twitching around the cock stuffed inside it, as if instigating movement and more. The Tevinter fucked the elf's ass onto his friends cock for a minute more, before pressing both his thumbs past the tight rim alongside his friend's cock.
Fenris screamed against the gag and began to thrash again in earnest, clenching around the invaders in his body. The Tevinter above him groaned at the tightness around his thumbs, and moved them back and fourth and around his friend's cock, stretching the hole until it was ready to be penetrated again.
Fenris was sobbing near constantly now, tears were sliding down his face and he was torn between wiping them on the Hunter's chest and not touching the Hunter in any way that he didn't need to.
The Hunter above him positioned himself, and stuffed his cock inside the elf alongside his friend. Fenris didn't know what happened with his tears because his world exploded in pain. They were going to rip him apart! The top Tevinter wasted no time in thrusting inside him aggressively, he screamed and sobbed against the gag. The Hunter he was laying on reached down and pulled his ass cheeks apart, forcing his ass down and penetrating him deeper, also allowing the hunter above him to deepen and lengthen his strokes.
He cried. Tears streamed from his eyes and he couldn't do anything about them. Through watery sobs, he stole a glance over to Anders.
Anders had been forced to all fours, a well-built stocky older Templar was behind him working his cock in and out with a punishing speed, and his head was being jerked onto the cock of the Templar in front of him. It had to hurt, because the two Templar's weren't bothering to go at the same pace, one had his hands locked on the Apostate's ears, and the other had his hands locked in his hips. Everything in between those two points could stretch enough to accommodate their differing paces. Fenris felt no satisfaction at the tears he could see running down the Apostate's face.
Anders choked on the cock down his throat but managed not to bite or wretch, the next thing he knew his head was ripped back and the fat cock spasmed and unloaded seed over his face in five hot waves.
He knew they wouldn't let him wipe it off.
Not a moment passed before another cock appeared in front of him, smearing itself across his face in the cum of it's predecessor before slamming down his throat.
Blood was coming off on the two Tevinter's cocks, fresh and staining the air with a coppery scent, it made all but the two doubly penetrated men moan.
They exploded inside the elf within moments of each other, staining the new supply of red pink once more, pearly globs running out of his gaping hole as they tossed him aside and moved back to the door of the clinic, where a few bystanders had begun to pump themselves out of impatience.
Fenris didn't like being on his back, he was writhing constantly between his wrists, neck, and shoulders. One of them was always in a state of pain when his hands were crushed down against the ground. But flailing to stop himself from choking made his ass flutter and twitch, gushing pink cum in a way that two more slavers found very inviting in turn.
Anders watched as two more Tevinters took their turn with Fenris, they were all coming away with groins stained pink from his ruined passage. If they got out of this, Anders would have to watch him closely for infection. He wasn't even aware of what they were doing to his body, he just watched with worry as Fenris slowly stopped struggling.
“Hey, he's losing a little of his spunk.” a Tevinter complained loudly.
Two hands pressed Anders's head to the base of a particularly thick cock as hot liquid pumped down his throat, “This one just got some.” the man to whom Anders assumed the cock in his throat belonged said.
“Hey... bring him over here.” the Lead Hunter that had lead the young Templar spoke up, “Throw him on his back, put his head next to the elf.”
The Templars agreed. They had all had a chance at Anders mouth or ass, and thus were ready to begin playing games.
Anders was thrown onto his back, his face next to Fenris's, whose head was once again being bore into the dirt.
“Why don't you give the Mage a kiss, slave.” the Lead Tevinter said, a smirk in his voice.
Fenris's eyes snapped open, and Anders did feel sympathy for the slave. All Fenris could see was Anders's face, his mouth and eyes puffy and red, cum smeared over his cheeks and into his hair.
Fenris reared up with what could be considered a roar and thrashed around, much to the delight of the Tevinter buried deep in his ass, who hissed in excitement and began pummeling him again.
Fenris fell in a simper, and a Tevinter ripped the gag from around his head, “Kiss the cumslut, slave. Or we'll break out all your teeth so we can get some use out of that mouth”
Fenris felt his hair grabbed and his head ripped up, positioned disgustingly close to Anders. Their mouths were crushed together more by the Tevinter than by either of their own movements. They separated slightly, “You taste like Templars made you their slut, Mage.”
“Well you taste like a dirty rag.” Anders grunted as the Sergeant crawled over him and entered his well-used body once more, pinning his arms to the ground and driving inside him with little hesitation.
They simply stayed with their mouths together, neither participating in the forced kiss, until the Sergeant got bored of that. He leaned over Anders's body and bit down on a nipple so viciously that his sharper lower teeth actually sheared into the meat of the Apostate's chest to the gums.
Anders cried out into Fenris's mouth, his lips parting and quivering, making Fenris move against them automatically.
Fenris let his tongue flick out and caress the Mage's puffy lower lip, he grimaced as he tasted the salty sour taste of cum, but continued deepening the kiss so that Anders could focus on the taste of his filthy mouth instead.
Another Tevinter came inside of Fenris. He sobbed as too quickly another moved to take his place. “This has to be the last one...” He simpered in barely a voice.
Anders sighed deeply and kissed him vigorously, for just a moment all either of them knew were their hot tongues sliding against one another, “Look at the door.” Anders breathed.
Fenris tilted his head and gazed towards the door, where a line of Tevinters and Templars sat, cocks hard in their hands, waiting. Some had already taken their turn and some hadn't, but it was clear they all planned to take at least one.
Fenris sobbed into Anders mouth. A Tevinter crouched next to where their faces were joined in the kiss and jerked his cock, not daring to get it too close to Fenris's mouth, but near enough to drench both their faces in cum as he threw his head back. Fenris made a good leap towards biting him before his hair was grabbed and he was forced into the kiss once more, now slippery with the cum of the brave Tevinter.
Fenris felt his breath catch and his stomach flip at the feeling of his lips slick against the Mage's, sliding around in the sperm-lubricated kiss, “Feel free to take it personally if I puke in your mouth.” he growled at the Apostate.
Anders let himself have a chuckle, “When you heave they drag up on your choke chain, dog.”
Fenris kissed him ferociously, bearing down on his open mouth with his own.
The Sergeant finished inside Anders, and was quickly replaced with a Tevinter Hunter.
Anders groaned at the initial intrusion into his now widely gaping hole, hissing at Fenris, “Looks like I'm gonna be helping you out with that line.”
“My gratitude is-” he cried out as the well-hung young Templar was given his second turn. “Shhit.” he ended in a frustrated groan, “What was I insulting you about?”
They kissed for what seemed like hours but must have been minutes, because even though the line cycled through their stretched and gaping fuckholes, there was always a line of hard and ready men against the wall of the clinic.
The Lead Tevinter came up behind Fenris, stroking his ass almost lovingly. The Elf's ass was nearly ruined, his sphincter muscles were lacerated into submission, and his hole gaped wide and unclosing, making only the feeblest pulsing twitches in an effort to shut against the abuse. The Tevinter Leader dribbled the last of the lube onto his hand, and delicately reached inside the torn elf.
“Ready to beg yet, little elf? You're ass is almost all used up. You'll have to let us use that mouth soon.” The Tevinter said, four fingers up to the knuckle inside his ass.
Anders could see where this was going. He was looking up at the Tevinter, he gasped against Fenris's mouth, “Just suck them off!” He hissed urgently.
“No.” was the one, deep word that Fenris managed to make out before screeching into their kiss. Anders screwed his eyes shut so he wouldn't have to see how much of the Slavers arm was disappearing inside the elf. He kissed with everything he had, he nibbled and bit just a little to get a reaction, movement, breath, anything from Fenris.
Fenris's lips just trembled against his.
The Slaver enjoyed the sight of his wrist in the middle of the carnage that he and his men had made out of this little elf's fuckhole. God knows the bastard deserved it. How many of his friends had been killed by this bloody little cunt?
He made the shape of a fist in the petite elf's body, pushing his arm even further into the elf.
Fenris was sobbing incoherently into Anders's mouth, and the Mage felt the words as well as heard them, the final step in breaking the poor slave once more, “Pleasenostop! Please! Please fuck my face please don't please just ah!” He screamed incoherently as the Tevinter Leader began pumping his fist inside the little elf's body. He used the undulations of the slave's own muscles to drive his arm even deeper and deeper with every thrust.
Men stood up from the wall.
Anders was aware that the Sergeant was inside him for the third time that night.
Fenris's tears were falling into his cheeks.
They kissed deeply.
The Tevinter Leader had fucked the slave's body with his fist up to his elbow, Anders could see the elf's slim abdomen flex with each quickening punch to his insides.
The ring of men standing around them watched, each pumping their own erections with increasing speed.
And all in one moment it seemed, at least ten men tensed and groaned, covering the two abused bodies in one final barrage of cum.
Then the world exploded. And fire rained from the sky.