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Surviving Slam's Pit
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Category:
M through R › Pitch Black
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
4,013
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Pitch Black, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
**Disclaimer: I don't own Riddick, and after this one he'd be crazy to want me to!!
Chapter 2
A rough hand gripped his upper arm, steadily forcing him along. Riddick did the best he could, the ground becoming rough and slightly inclined had him stumbling occasionally, but still they walked. Several times Riddick felt they were walking through a corridor of some sort, the walls feeling close, though other than echoes and temperature he had nothing to verify this.
Finally they stopped. A hand on his head forced him to duck and then he was inside what seemed to be a smaller, warmer area. Doc released him and a door closed behind him. Unable to see, he didn't move, not knowing where to turn.
"Sucks bein' blind, don'it?"
"Yes, sir," Riddick said obediently.
Doc was moving around the room, doing things that Riddick couldn't see.
"How old you, kid?"
Riddick had to blink several times, fighting the urge to cry again, just for lack of anything better to do to relieve the tension and fear he was feeling.
"Uh, eighteen."
"No shit? Wow, that's damn young. What'd you do?" Then he laughed to himself. "Stupid question. They don't throw kids down here for shoplifting."
More movement, then the man settled somewhere before him, the complaint of what sounded like metal springs making Riddick think he had a chair.
"So, Kid. Whatcha think is the most important thing down here?"
Riddick didn't know what the question mattered. Was he just testing him? The obvious answer was one Riddick didn't want to give. To bring up the subject would make it impossible to deny or ignore. "Sex?"
Doc chuckled. "That's one of them, that's for sure. A man can't survive too long without that."
Long minutes passed and Riddick just stayed where he was. After what seemed like an eternity Doc sighed and set something down with a clink.
Riddick bit the inside of his lip repeatedly, unable to stand the silence for any longer. "Thank you." He hated being indebted to this man, but for survival, it was obvious that it was the only way. He didn't have any other options. The man at least deserved his gratitude.
"Don't thank me, kid. You'll pay for the trouble you've cost me. The other meat will buy you a couple days of them not huntin' ya, but after that they're gonna be wantin' somethin' fresh."
Riddick couldn't repress a shudder. "Can they get in here?"
"Naw, locked up tight. But we gotta leave for water and such. That's when they'll try for ya."
Riddick remained silent and still, considering what he would do without this man's protection out there. "So what's most important?" he finally asked.
Doc grunted to himself. "You're thinkin', Kid, but let's leave that for later. You a virgin?"
Riddick tensed, knowing what was to come next. "Yes," he ground out roughly.
"How?" Doc spoke from much closer, surprising Riddick since he hadn't heard the man move. He jerked defensively and took a step away from the man, backing into something that screeched against the floor.
"I'm not fuckin' gay!" Riddick nearly yelled, hating his lack of control, hating being so helpless, hating being afraid.
Doc laughed, again having stepped closer. "Gay? Ah, boy, it ain't about queer or not. Down here there's nothin' else. Ya gonna let it waste away?"
"Rather than be raped? Yeah." He backed away further, sliding what seemed to be a table against the floor for several more inches until it reached the wall and he could retreat no further.
"I'm not going to rape you." Doc was right before him now, the heat of his body feeling as if it was nearly touching him. He could feel and smell the man's breath and he stared hard at the face that was right before him that he couldn't see.
"You've got two options, Kid. You can stay here and give it up, or you can leave. I'll even help you find the door."
The reminder of how helpless he was worked like ice water on the flames of his anger. If he chose to leave, his fate would be worse than getting fucked by this one guy. It would be suicide. This alternative, no matter how offensive was his only option. But at least he'd been given the option.
His acceptance must have showed on his face. Doc's hands were suddenly gripping his waist, urging him to turn. "Turn around, Kid. It won't kill ya."
Riddick broke out into a cold sweat as he turned his back to the man. Instantly he was being undressed in a rough hurried manner, and his stomach twisted at the realization of what was happening. Cool air met the flesh of his ass, only to be replaced with the near scalding heat of Doc's bare groin and hips, rough with wiry hair against the smoothness of his ass. The erection pressing into his crack made him clench his fists in disgust.
"All I got is spit for ya. Hang onto that table, I've been needing this for a while." Doc's voice was higher pitched, the intention to fuck him obviously exciting him.
Riddick reached unseeing hands out and found the edges of the table, preparing himself for what was to come.
Chapter 2
A rough hand gripped his upper arm, steadily forcing him along. Riddick did the best he could, the ground becoming rough and slightly inclined had him stumbling occasionally, but still they walked. Several times Riddick felt they were walking through a corridor of some sort, the walls feeling close, though other than echoes and temperature he had nothing to verify this.
Finally they stopped. A hand on his head forced him to duck and then he was inside what seemed to be a smaller, warmer area. Doc released him and a door closed behind him. Unable to see, he didn't move, not knowing where to turn.
"Sucks bein' blind, don'it?"
"Yes, sir," Riddick said obediently.
Doc was moving around the room, doing things that Riddick couldn't see.
"How old you, kid?"
Riddick had to blink several times, fighting the urge to cry again, just for lack of anything better to do to relieve the tension and fear he was feeling.
"Uh, eighteen."
"No shit? Wow, that's damn young. What'd you do?" Then he laughed to himself. "Stupid question. They don't throw kids down here for shoplifting."
More movement, then the man settled somewhere before him, the complaint of what sounded like metal springs making Riddick think he had a chair.
"So, Kid. Whatcha think is the most important thing down here?"
Riddick didn't know what the question mattered. Was he just testing him? The obvious answer was one Riddick didn't want to give. To bring up the subject would make it impossible to deny or ignore. "Sex?"
Doc chuckled. "That's one of them, that's for sure. A man can't survive too long without that."
Long minutes passed and Riddick just stayed where he was. After what seemed like an eternity Doc sighed and set something down with a clink.
Riddick bit the inside of his lip repeatedly, unable to stand the silence for any longer. "Thank you." He hated being indebted to this man, but for survival, it was obvious that it was the only way. He didn't have any other options. The man at least deserved his gratitude.
"Don't thank me, kid. You'll pay for the trouble you've cost me. The other meat will buy you a couple days of them not huntin' ya, but after that they're gonna be wantin' somethin' fresh."
Riddick couldn't repress a shudder. "Can they get in here?"
"Naw, locked up tight. But we gotta leave for water and such. That's when they'll try for ya."
Riddick remained silent and still, considering what he would do without this man's protection out there. "So what's most important?" he finally asked.
Doc grunted to himself. "You're thinkin', Kid, but let's leave that for later. You a virgin?"
Riddick tensed, knowing what was to come next. "Yes," he ground out roughly.
"How?" Doc spoke from much closer, surprising Riddick since he hadn't heard the man move. He jerked defensively and took a step away from the man, backing into something that screeched against the floor.
"I'm not fuckin' gay!" Riddick nearly yelled, hating his lack of control, hating being so helpless, hating being afraid.
Doc laughed, again having stepped closer. "Gay? Ah, boy, it ain't about queer or not. Down here there's nothin' else. Ya gonna let it waste away?"
"Rather than be raped? Yeah." He backed away further, sliding what seemed to be a table against the floor for several more inches until it reached the wall and he could retreat no further.
"I'm not going to rape you." Doc was right before him now, the heat of his body feeling as if it was nearly touching him. He could feel and smell the man's breath and he stared hard at the face that was right before him that he couldn't see.
"You've got two options, Kid. You can stay here and give it up, or you can leave. I'll even help you find the door."
The reminder of how helpless he was worked like ice water on the flames of his anger. If he chose to leave, his fate would be worse than getting fucked by this one guy. It would be suicide. This alternative, no matter how offensive was his only option. But at least he'd been given the option.
His acceptance must have showed on his face. Doc's hands were suddenly gripping his waist, urging him to turn. "Turn around, Kid. It won't kill ya."
Riddick broke out into a cold sweat as he turned his back to the man. Instantly he was being undressed in a rough hurried manner, and his stomach twisted at the realization of what was happening. Cool air met the flesh of his ass, only to be replaced with the near scalding heat of Doc's bare groin and hips, rough with wiry hair against the smoothness of his ass. The erection pressing into his crack made him clench his fists in disgust.
"All I got is spit for ya. Hang onto that table, I've been needing this for a while." Doc's voice was higher pitched, the intention to fuck him obviously exciting him.
Riddick reached unseeing hands out and found the edges of the table, preparing himself for what was to come.