The Lazarus

Title: The Lazarus
Author: Anemone Frost
Email: Weepingwillow987@aol.com
Pairing: Sniper/Various OMCs
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, rape, DP, angst, strong language
Summary: 3/? The Sniper becomes acquainted with the other crewmen.
Feedback: Yes, please, but keep it constructive.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sniper 470.


“How was he?”

“A great fuck,” Kade chuckled, running his fingers over the Sniper’s sweaty cheek, causing the man to jerk away from the touch. “Nice and tight. Come try him out. Wait, where’s Micheleson?”

“Manning the ship. Said he wasn’t interested in fucking right now. Probably for the best. He’s still pissed about Tamara.”

“Whoa, what happened to your lip Kade?” another asked.

Kade laughed, “He’s a feisty one. Doesn’t seem to want to accept his new role on this ship.”

“That’s just how I like ‘em,” a different one added.

“Ones like him are so much fun to break,” someone laughed.

The Sniper tensed as nails bit into his skin, but he let out small sigh of relief as the abusive hand was shoved away.

“Don’t start that shit again, at least not with this one,” Kade growled. “I want this beauty to last as long as possible. No marks on his body. If we ever tire of him, I want to be able to sell him for the highest price possible.”

“You’re fucking disgusting!” the Sniper spat. “The whole lot of you! Scum!”

Laughter erupted in the room. He swallowed nervously as hot breath grazed over his ear.

“Did you know that some convoys don’t just smuggle weapons?” Kade asked. “They smuggle people, mostly for the underground slave trade back on Earth. Most are innocent men, women, even children, who were kidnaped off of hijacked vessels out here.”

“You’re lying!” the Sniper cried, twisting his head away.

“Oh, you don’t want to accept it,” Kade snickered cruelly, “because you know if it were true then that would make you a murderer. Well, it is true. Out of all the ships you may have destroyed a good deal of them were carrying human cargo. I’m certain some of them were even carrying lost snipers such as yourself.”

“The...the government wouldn’t....” the Sniper stammered.

“Your government doesn’t give a shit about human life!” Kade snapped. “Do you actually think they would tell you that people were being smuggled along with illegal weapons?! If you knew about those innocent people onboard, would you fire down those vessels?”

The Sniper gritted his teeth, bottom lip trembling, knowing that Kade was gauging his reaction.

“I didn’t think you would. I doubt any of the other snipers would too.”

A yelp came from the Sniper as teeth nipped his neck, followed by a tongue that laved away the pain.

“So, don’t be acting as if you’re better than us,” Kade snarled.

“Is your lecture over now, Daddy?” someone sniggered.

“Ah, fuck off!” Kade grumbled.

“Fucking is exactly what I would like to do right now,” another added.

A finger traced the Sniper’s still hard cock, causing the man bite his lip and attempt to squirm away from the touch. The same finger trailed down the base of the Sniper’s erect flesh, gliding down the side of his hip to his ass, teasing the crease. The Sniper grunted in pain as the digit slid into his sore passage, but it abruptly pulled out.

“Goddamnit Kade! You didn’t use a fucking condom again!”

“Calm down, would you?” Kade muttered. “I’m clean. We tested him, and he’s clean.”

“That doesn’t mean I want your fucking come on my finger!”

“I’m taking his blindfold off. I want to see his eyes.”

The material covering the Sniper’s eyes was roughly ripped off, making him squeeze his lids shut at the onslaught of light. Gradually, his eyelids fluttered open. For a moment, everything in the room was blurry before coming into focus. The Sniper immediately tensed in fear at the sight of five men leering over him.

“Now the lot of you will have to introduce yourselves,” Kade chuckled. “You’re all ready familiar with me, aren’t you beauty? Kade Mosoley.”

The Sniper whipped his head to the side. A man with moderately tanned skin, bright hazel eyes, and chestnut colored curls greeted his vision. He was still naked and only wore a gold necklace and a gray wristwatch. Being stretched out on the bed, the Sniper could guess he was between 5'8'’ to 6'1'’ tall. He was in his early thirties. He was toned, though not overly muscular. As much as the Sniper hated to admit it, Kade was a handsome man.

A hand tangled in the Sniper’s hair, twisting his head back around. A large, heavily muscular man with piercing blue eyes was towering over him, at least 6'5'’. His hair was black with a matching beard, and his skin was also a light tan. Four silver dog tags hung around his neck, and he wore a dark green shirt with a similar colored jacket and fatigue trousers with black military boots. He looked to be in his early forties.

“I’m Benjamin Haystack,” the man stated before releasing his grip. His accent was American. “You’ll address me as Ben.”

Another man leaned over on his right, light brown eyes staring down at him. “I’m Martin Rodriguez. Just call me Rodriguez.”

The man’s skin was a dark carmel, and his accent hinted that he was perhaps Latino. Slick black hair, containing stripes of bright dyed red, was tied behind his head and trailed down the mid-section of his back. He wore a navy tank top and tan trousers with black boots. Rodriguez appeared to be in his late twenties and stood at least 5'7'’.

“Devlin McDermott,” another added, thick with an Irish accent, also in his late twenties. “Call me Dev.”

This man, with short reddish brown hair and green eyes, appeared to only stand at 5'6'’. His clothing consisted of a white sleeve shirt, a gold cross around his neck, and faded jeans with white sneakers.

Calloused hands gently massaged his feet, causing the Sniper to gaze down. A man, in his late thirties, pale skin, with blonde, tousled hair and grey eyes was smiling up at him. He wore a crimson short sleeved shirt with black trousers. Since he was crouching, the Sniper couldn’t tell the man’s height.

“I’m Saul Ainsworth,” the man stated, voice thick with an English accent, sliding out his tongue to lap at the Sniper’s ankle. “You can call me Saul.”

“Dayln Falkland,” another man murmured, lowering his head to flick one of the Sniper’s nipples with his tongue, long untied brown hair tickling the man’s chest. This was a man with another American accent. “Dayln to you.” The man was between 5'9' and 6'1'’, in his early twenties, wearing a yellow tank and tan khakis. “You’re a very pretty thing. Won’t you give us your name, pretty?”

“Fuck off, you fucking prick!” the Sniper spat.

“Speaking of fucking,” Ben grumbled, “can we get to it all ready?”

“Have at it,” Kade replied, standing from the bed and walking to a nearby table that contained a green tank and a pair of khakis. “Just make sure to use the oil. I don’t want him bleeding everywhere.”

“Turn off the wrist restraints,” Dev stated. “We can hold him down. He’s not going to be able to put up much of a fight with five of us. After being transferred from his station with no gravity to this new atmosphere, he should still be feeling a bit weak and woozy.”

Kade shrugged, leaving the option to the other crew. Blinking back tears, the Sniper waited for their decision. Dev was right. He didn’t have the strength to fight off five men. He would be held down and violated again and again. The thought made him nauseous, and the sinking feeling in his gut grew when the men began to undress.

“Why not?” Rodriguez laughed. “Might be fun to hold him down and watch him squirm. He’ll be easier to move too.”

The others nodded, and Kade pressed a grey button on his wristwatch. There was a “clinking” noise, and the Sniper was able to move, but Dev, Ben, Rodriguez, and Dayln each grabbed a limb, forcing the Sniper on his back, keeping him effectively pinned. Saul climbed between the Sniper’s parted legs, tossing four condoms on the spread while keeping one for himself. He quickly opened it and rolled the latex over his straining flesh and grasped the oil from the mattress, slicking himself up.

“Bend his legs back,” Saul grumbled.

Ben and Rodriguez bent the Sniper’s legs to his chest, leaving him open. A scream ripped from him when Saul slammed into him, creating a tearing, burning sensation.

“Holy shit his arse is tight!” Saul shuddered, sweat breaking out over his brow.

“Hurry the hell up so we can get a turn!” Dayln growled, straining to keep to the Sniper’s wrist in place.

Saul repeatedly rammed his cock into the Sniper’s hole, grunting with each thrust. Pained groans came from the Sniper as he writhed in misery, trying to scramble away from the invading flesh. It only took a few more strained thrusts before Saul was crying out his release, slumping over the Sniper’s body.

“Shit, Saul, that’s a new record even for you,” Dev laughed.

“Yeah, you didn’t even last a minute,” Kade chuckled.

“Shut your fucking mouths!” Saul snapped. “He’s tight! Felt like he was going to squeeze my cock off!” Grumbling, the man roughly pulled out of the Sniper’s body, depositing the condom in a nearby wastebasket. “Your turn Dayln.”

Dayln released the Sniper’s wrist, allowing Saul to take his place. “Hey, Rodriguez, think he could handle two?”

Two? The Sniper’s eyes widened as he caught on. One cock in him was torture enough. His eyes burned and tears trickled down the side of his face.

“You offering?” Rodriguez inquired.

“You know I am,” Dayln snickered.

Rodriguez glanced over at Kade, who nodded and took his place in holding down the Sniper’s leg. Rodriguez quickly moved beside Dayln, grabbing a condom and rolling it on his erection.

“Hold on!” Ben yelled. “He’ll be all loose by the time you’re done!”

“That’s your problem!” Dayln laughed, flopping on the other side of the mattress and fluffing up a pillow under his head. “Help get him on me.”

The Sniper was hoisted up, and he soon felt a soft, warm chest come into contact with his back. His leaned back on the pillow next to Dayln’s head, and he shuddered as lips pressed against his shoulder while a hard cock pressed into his rump.

“Don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you pretty,” Dayln murmured into the Sniper’s ear, reaching down to guide his cock into the puckered opening. “Rodriguez and I are going to make you come so hard you’ll go hoarse from screaming.”

The Sniper cringed as Dayln pushed inside, gritting his teeth. Once Dayln was flush against the Sniper’s bottom, he wrapped his hand around the man’s cock, which was still rigid from the effects of the aphrodisiac. He couldn’t suppress a moan as Dayln’s thumb swirled around the head of his cock before moving down to squeeze at the base. Any pleasure he was feeling quickly vanished when Rodriguez worked in a slick finger along with Dayln’s cock. He gave a small cry through clenched teeth as a second finger slipped in, scissoring inside of him, making him feel uncomfortably full.

“Relax now, pretty,” Dayln growled, “or you’re going to make this worse for yourself. Don’t tense up.”

“Bastards!” the Sniper cried, fear laced with his voice. “Fucking bastards!”

Rodriguez straddled Dayln’s thighs, positioning his cock at the Sniper’s opening, slowly pushing until the head popped inside. The Sniper screamed in agony from the extra intrusion, twisting furiously to escape. Rodriguez kept pushing, causing both men to pant from the tightness encasing them. To the Sniper it felt as if he were being pried open.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Kade murmured, licking his lips. “Fuck him harder.”

Sharp pain shot the Sniper’s rear as the two men started slamming into him. The room filled with the sound of sweaty skin slapping skin and pleasured groans coupled with a pained one. Dayln continued to tug on the Sniper’s cock as Rodriguez’s prick brushed over the man’s prostate, causing the Sniper to whimper as a blissful tingling sensation coursed through his body. He let out an angry shout when the two men began to kiss and nuzzle both his cheeks.


“Yeah, you like that don’t you, you little slut?” Rodriguez chuckled, still thrusting over the gland. “Come for us. Come, whore.”

“Fuck you!” the Sniper wailed. “Fucking son of a bitch!”

The pressure on his prostate increased and despite wanting to fight it off, the Sniper came, spurting onto his abdomen and chest, crying out with every thrust. With the Sniper’s passage clenching around them, both men came, shouting out as they rode the aftershocks of their orgasm. The Sniper flinched as the two men eased out, giving a disgusted groan as the two started to lick his come off of his belly and chest. Kade let the Sniper’s leg drop to the bed and nudged the two men out of the way, lowering to lap away some of the white fluid himself. The Sniper was physically and mentally exhausted. He didn’t have the energy or the will to put up a fight. He wanted to curl up into a ball and weep or more preferably, to find a sharp object to tear his throat out.

“Move so I can get my fucking turn!” Ben snapped, shoving at the three men.

The Sniper remained limp as the three men moved out of the way, whimpering when his legs were hooked over Ben’s shoulders. His back arched when the man rammed into him. Ben leaned over, tonguing the Sniper’s cheek to the rhythm of his slamming hips.

“Still tight?” Kade asked, running his fingers along the Sniper’s thigh.

“Yeah,” Ben gasped, clenching his eyes as he increased the force of his thrusts. “There’s still a chance for you, Dev.”

“I’d rather fuck that pretty mouth,” Dev laughed, kneeling beside the Sniper’s face, rubbing wet tip of his cock against quivering lips, leaving a trail of glistening precome. “Open up or I’ll join Ben in pounding your arse.”

The Sniper pondered resisting, but he wasn’t keen on going through another double penetration. So, reluctantly, he parted his lips, allowing the hard length to slide into his mouth, gagging as it hit the back of his throat. A bitter taste coated his tongue, and it made the Sniper want to vomit, though he desperately struggled against that as well as sinking his teeth into the thrusting cock. He didn’t want to imagine the punishment he would be put through if he did the latter.

“Oh, holy fuck,” Dev moaned, running his fingers almost affectionately across the Sniper’s flushed cheek. “Your mouth was made for sucking cock.”

The Sniper grunted in revolt, causing Dev to shudder from the vibrations around his cock. Ben was still thrusting hard into the Sniper’s bottom, tilting his head to nibble at the man’s thigh while he reached down shove a finger into the Sniper’s hole. The Sniper screamed around the invading cock in his mouth. Dev cried out, and his length twitched from approaching orgasm. The Sniper’s mouth was suddenly filled with bitter fluid. He coughed and spat it up onto Dev’s thighs, while some dribbled down the sides of his lips.

“Fucking shit!” Dev snarled, wiping at the mess on his thighs, glaring at his comrades who chuckled.

Laughing, Kade rubbed the come over the Sniper’s lips, causing the man to snarl. “In time, you’ll grow to love it and even beg for it.”

“Asshole!” the Sniper yelled, turning his head to spit at Kade.

Burying his face into the pillow beside the Sniper’s head, Ben came with a muffled yell. Before pulling out, he nipped at the Sniper’s collarbone, smirking at the low growl that came from the other man.

The Sniper was drenched in sweat, breathing raggedly, and his hair was matted to his head. His rump ached and any movement made the sting worse. The Sniper’s eyes fluttered shut. He didn’t care what happened next.

TBC....In the next chapter the Sniper gets a tour of The Lazarus.