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He got the idea from Wild Bill. Paul was in his office. Dean and Harry were at the watch desk. He and Percy's shift had just begun and he knew in a few hours Dean and Harry would be off. That left he and Percy time alone before having to start the third watch.
Brutal went to Paul and asked if Percy could help him straighten out the dungeon. Now the dungeon was the place they took the bodies of the prisoners after their execution. A long flight of wooden stairs led the way to the cavernous brick tunnels that at one time served as the solitary confinement cells. To the right was the entrance where the executions took place. A long slanted corridor led to the morgue. Metal rings still jutted out from the walls, where unruly prisoners were disciplined. 'Tonight it's your turn Percy', Brutal thought.
The diminutive man followed Brutal down the steps truculently, trying desperately not to soil the pristine uniform he wore.
"Why are we here?" the little man said with a drawl.
"It's training day", Brutal rasped.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Percy asked, trying to look more bored than he already was.
"It means", Brutal said turning, moving into Percy's personal space, "that this is where you learn to respect authority."
"Whose authority?" Percy smirked, trying hard not to let his mounting fear show.
"For now...mine."
With that Brutal effortlessly slammed the smaller man against the wall using his height and weight for leverage. Percy tried to scream, but his mouth was quickly covered by the older mans. Percy squirmed, trying to get away, but Brutal was much stronger the he. Pushing his body even closer to Percy's he bought one huge hand up and placed it over the pouting lips that tormented him nightly in his dreams.
"You can fight me if you want", Brutal moaned against Percy's ear, "But if you scream, I'll snap your neck before the words get out."
Brutal looked into the big brown eyes now round as saucers and full of fear.
"Do you understand me?"
Percy nodded.
"Good. The first lesson is doing as your told. Raise your hands above your head", Brutal barked.
Percy hesitated for just a second, but thought it wise to comply. He may have had connections, but they would do him no good down here. Raising his hands slowly over his head, he gasped, but quickly silenced himself when they were caught in the bigger man's strong grip and fastened to the metal rings protruding from the wall.
Blue-gray eyes studied his hostage, as Brutal decided what to do next.
Slipping off his gun belt and quickly undoing the buttons of his jacket, Brutal traced his fingers over Percy's chest, eliciting a moan from his pursed lips.
"Interesting", Brutal whispered, raising one blonde eyebrow.
He leaned down again and sucked Percy's soft pink lips into his mouth, before tracing his tongue between them, demanding entrance. Percy thrashed his head back and forth, refusing to give in to his captor.
"Let me in", Brutal growled, pressing his mouth harder against the brunette's.
Percy remembered the threat and parted his lips. His mouth was quickly ravaged, as the older man grabbed both sides of Percy's face and plundered his mouth. His tongue sought out every crevice, tasting and tracing every inch of the warm wet orifice. Brutal let one hand fall and find it's way between them.
"Spread your legs", he ordered, and Percy complied.
Brutal licked his way down Percy's chin, neck and nipples through his shirt. He knelt down between the captive guard's legs, reaching back up with one hand and inserting his fingers in his sweet hostages mouth.
"Suck them", he grunted.
Percy felt the rough pads of his fingers against his tongue. He lightly sucked, until he felt the wet warm mouth of his attacker against his crotch. His hips bucked involuntarily and he began to suck the offered digits in earnest. Brutal sucked Percy through the fabric of his uniform as he fucked his mouth with his fingers.
"That's right", he growled, "Get them nice and wet."
Percy whimpered around the fingers. His cock grew increasingly hard as the rough voice and the skillful mouth worked around his covered flesh. He longed for the "training" to stop and desired even more to feel that experienced mouth against his skin.
"Percy? Brutal?" Paul's voice called from the top of the stairs.
Percy was surprised at how gracefully Brutal rose to his feet and walked the short distance to the foot of the stairs.
"Yeah Paul?"
" I want to have a quick meeting before Dean and Harry leave. Y'all finish up down there and come up to my office."
"Right away Paul."