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FILL, Pt 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

Frank drove around for hours and hours. He couldn't go back to Matt and Peter, look them in the eye, not yet, not when he felt slimy and repulsive all over for calling a fucking hotline. What had he been thinking?

So he found some slaveowners and killed that one, and that one, and that one too, pulling the trigger and getting back out of there almost mindlessly, letting all the rage come out of him.

He came back with sandwiches--full of meat and veggies for Matt and Peter both, as far as he could tell they loved just about anything except for olives or jalapenos--and drinks and chips, letting his brain tire itself out.

As he opened the door and got it shut again and locked, he realized that Matt was slowly fucking Peter's mouth and petting his hair while Peter fucked himself back onto a coke bottle, arms flat on the floor, eyes rolling back in his head, knees folded against the chair whose seat the bottle was taped to, and Matt was saying, voice low and amused and clearly quoting something someone had said to him, "I know what you want inside you is real cock at both ends, our master's cock, and I want it too, but you're a dirty slut, and dirty sluts don't get their master's cock until they've earned it, you poor little needy thing, and we haven't earned it yet."

Frank felt something inside of him start to shrivel up and die at the confirmation of what the evil, evil woman had said. They really wanted to be fucked by him.

His traitorous dick twitched at the thought in his pants and Matt's head cocked to the side, listening to Frank, and went on, "I know how good master's cock will feel, I bet it's large enough to even satisfy a pillow-princess size-queen like you, I bet he could pick me up and slam me against a wall and make me scream, hold either of us just by the throat as his cock fucked us open, made us normal again," and then he moaned and grabbed onto the base of his dick, squeezing hard.

Frank thought distantly that he really shouldn't be watching this, much less staring like he was, but after Peter's eyes swiveled around as much as they could and saw him, Peter's whole body shook and Matt reached down to pinch the base of Peter's cock too. They really weren't letting themselves come.

God, what had he done to them?

Frank swallowed and looked away as he set out the sandwiches, and carefully didn't look at either of them as he said, carefully, "You know that you guys can co--orgasm whenever you want, as long as you don't get anything on the guns or the kitchen counters."

There was a second of wary silence in which Frank couldn't stop himself from turning around and then Matt sobbed low in his throat and bent over Peter, holding his cock in place, saying frantically "Thank you thank you thank you master, ohh fuck, oh fuck master thank you you're so kind, thank you," and Peter trembled like an earthquake and his eyes turned soft and adoring too.

Matt reached over and very gently pulled Peter off the bottle and onto the floor, and started to crawl over to Frank, still saying apologies with his eyes fluttering half-shut from exhausted relief.

Frank retreated hastily to his bedroom, locked the door, and resisted the urge to shoot himself in the head just barely. He knew it wouldn't hurt that much. He knew Maria would've wanted it that way.

But this city needed the Punisher, so he took the barrel off his forehead and went back to cleaning it.

Re: FILL, Pt 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

Oh fuck, this is what I get for posting right before a nap. The line "Matt reached over and very gently pulled Peter off the bottle and onto the floor, and started to crawl over to Frank, still saying apologies with his eyes fluttering half-shut from exhausted relief." should be "Matt reached over and very gently pulled Peter off the bottle and onto the floor, and started to crawl over to Frank, still saying thank-yous with his eyes fluttering half-shut from exhausted relief."

Re: FILL, Pt 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

"as long as you don't get anything on the guns" I actually laughed pretty hard at that omg Frank.

I really love this! Frank's arousal despite his disgust and guilt, and Matt knowing and not understanding why Master wont just fuck them already.. And now that he's let them come, will they think that they have done the right thing and continue to put things in their asses that should NOT be there? Leading into Frank buying them some toys? Can't wait for the update!

Re: FILL, Pt 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

Thank you so much!

And yeah, there will be another update soon with more of their POV, explaining their reasoning. (Such as: master clearly hates the dildos, so they should use other things.)

And I imagine semen and/or lube on guns is...not easy or fun to clean off, all things considered.

FILL, Pt 5/?

[(Anonymous)]

Matt was so happy.

He'd hit it right on the head of the nail, he'd gotten it so that they finally were good enough for Master that they could come, and when they came it was with audible noises, they couldn't help themselves.

Peter was happy too, curling up with Matt after Master left the room. Matt didn't make him get up--he was always nice to Peter as much as he could be--and instead got him the plate of sandwich too, and they ate, smiling. This Master was the best Master. This Master got them food and let them eat all the time--so much, three times a day, what a luxury--and let them sleep in a bed (it had taken a lot of daring to leave the door open *and* sleep in there, but Master had looked marginally more happy, Peter told him, after they slept on the bed instead of next to it or in the closet), and now let them come too.

Matt ate the delicious vegetables-meat-bread thing, letting his brain puzzle at the word for it, and thought about the elements of everything they'd done, and how to work it into future attempts at getting the even better reward at getting fucked by Master.

Matt whispered this to Peter, and Peter responded back that maybe of them could suck Master's cock when he was just barely awake? Master Jensen had always like that, how it made them seem insatiable and sweet to him.

Master Jensen was dead and also never went around killing masters, so Matt pushed away his faint if-only feelings of missing him. This master was better.

Matt also marked down the other elements of what they had done that was good enough to come to in his head. Object insertion, not the dildos, more talk of how bad they explicitly wanted Master's cock, denying their orgasm right in front of Master, and a little bit of the meanness. How Mistress Eloise used to talk to them.

Matt nodded to himself and relayed this to Peter. Tomorrow morning Peter would wake up Master with a good blowjob--and Peter was the best at blowjobs--and then he and Matt would tease out which of those things Master liked best and hit on the thing that would make Master snap and fuck them already.

Re: FILL, Pt 5/?

[(Anonymous)]

Oh, no.

No.

no no no no nonononononononononono

>;)

Re: FILL, Pt 5/?

[(Anonymous)]

Haha, thanks?

Can I ask what makes it so horrifying for you?

Re: FILL, Pt 5/?

[(Anonymous)]

The anticipation.

Whatever is going to happen when Peter sneaks in to Frank's bedroom is probably going to be scaring for both of them. Maybe literally depending on if Frank reacts before identifying the intruder.

Re: FILL, Pt 5/?

[(Anonymous)]

Good plan boys! Unfortunately I don't think Master will respond very well.. Poor Frank, not being able to hide his bodys reaction, it's not his fault!

Love this story, can't wait to see more!

Re: FILL, Pt 5/?

[(Anonymous)]

Thanks so much!

And tbh Frank *is* one of those guys who thinks about his sex drive like it's separate from him and needs to be kept under strict control. Probably seeing some fairly horrific things in the military (how many of his units did Frank shoot and say it was the enemy for raping someone? Probably a lot)

Re: FILL, Pt 5/?

[(Anonymous)]

Isn't there an issue where he pins a rapist soldier by a river and stands on the guy's head until he drowns?

Re: FILL, Pt 5/?

[(Anonymous)]

Idk, but now there sounds like something I need to read...

Re: FILL, Pt 5/?

[(Anonymous)]

Late to the party, but it's in the Platoon

FILL, Pt 6/?

[(Anonymous)]

Frank woke up slowly at first, then all at once.

Slowly because there was someone in his bed, moving, and Frank's first thought, sleep-stupid and fuzzy and forgetful, was Maria? Is she getting dressed for work?

Then, just as his brain started to catch up to the fact that no, she wasn't because they were still dead, a mouth closed around the head of his dick.

Frank sat fully upright, hand grabbing the modified Glock he kept on the dresser, holding it directly to the head of whoever it was that had gotten inside the bedroom--

And it was Peter. Just Peter, whose expression changed from something--sultry? Seductive? Something to do with sex and starting with 'S'--to terrified to resolved, and then Peter turned his head and wrapped his mouth around the barrel of the Glock, tongue visibly licking it like Frank had seen Peter licking Matt's cock.

Frank's brain was slow enough at this time of morning that it took him a full second to yank the gun back out and put it down, still in his hand, on the bed, eyes wide, and then he opened his mouth and yelled "What the fuck are you fucking doing!"

Peter flinched back, full-body, and whimpered out, "I'm so sorry master, we just wanted--"

"To get yourself killed?!"

"To, to please you master, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't know, master, I thought the--the gun meant that you wanted me to suck that off instead, I thought--I'm so stupid, I'm sorry master," and Peter's babbling kept on in that vein as Frank realized that he had said we.

We. Okay then. Both of them could get the angry, scared gun safety lecture.

"Matt! Get the fuck in here too!" He shouted, some part of him noting that it was the first time he had actually given in and let himself yell at them out of anger.

Matt came in, looking for all the world like a dog expecting to be kicked but hoping it wouldn't hurt too much. Frank took a deep breath, and then sat all the way up, leg knocking against Peter's face, and gestured at Peter and Matt and the bed. "Both of you, sit down there."

They sat.

He made himself suck in another deep breath and start the Don't Fucking Fellate Guns Talk, going over every aspect of gun safety he knew. It reminded him in a very sick, sad way of how he and Maria had had to come up with new rules every week for things they had never thought anyone would do. Don't leave your shoes in the freezer, don't try to use the washing machine on the crock-pot, don't hide breadsticks in your underwear, don't mix cherry kool-aid powder with your shampoo to try to dye your hair red, that's not how it works.

When he was finished, Frank took another deep breath and thought over how to phrase the next part. If they were like his kids, then they were probably doing completely insane things because they didn't know any better. They didn't have a sense of scale for what was crazy and stupid and what wasn't.

(And that was deliberate, Frank knew, and he would make the whole fucking world scream for that. He wasn't just punishing organized criminals anymore. He had gone after mostly obviously bad-news slaveowners in the past couple of weeks, but he was going to step it up, put some bullets in some of the higher-ups, the ones that owned whole training centers. It was a little outside his usual m.o., but someone needed to die for this, die screaming and begging.)

Frank heard himself saying, "Don't--don't ever try to wake me up like that again, or startle me. My startle reflex is to try to kill whoever it is that's startled me, because of what I do, and that's necessary. I don't want to hurt either of you, so don't do that, got it? If there's any emergency and you need me to come help and I'm not awake, just toss a glass of water on me or something. The water, not the glass. Got it? All of it? It's important that you two understand how to not accidentally kill yourselves or each other."

Matt and Peter nodded, Peter's hand going over and clutching at Matt's. Matt squeezed back.

"We understand, master," Matt and Peter said in perfect harmony. "Thank you for explaining things to us. We apologize for being too stupid to properly anticipate your desires, master, please punish us how you see fit."

That was clearly rehearsed, and just as clearly something someone else had taught them. Nobody used words like that unless someone had put them in their head.

Frank sucked in more air, and said, "I'm not going to hit either of you two for anything, at all, ever, under any circumstances, unless you try to kill me or each other. Got it?"

They both looked confused, but a tiny bit hopeful, and nodded again in unison, chorusing "We understand, master."

Frank's erection had gone down from the gun lecture, and practically shriveled up into him from the sheer horror-movie wrongness of Matt and Peter's mantras, so then he said, "Now give me some room, I've got to shower and go find some people to punish."

Matt and Peter moved out of the bedroom in a blink. Frank exhaled and ran a hand over his face, wincing, thinking about them. How they had no idea what they had done was fucked-up in the first place.

Well, they'd get it eventually. He hoped.

Re: FILL, Pt 6/?

[(Anonymous)]

Matt and Peter are trying so hard, poor babies. All the little memories of Frank's family break my heart.. Can't wait for the next update :3

FILL, Pt 7/?

[(Anonymous)]

While running surveillance, Frank looked up to see if there were any books or articles on slave psychology. There had to be another way to communicate more effectively to them, make them understand that they didn't have to perform sex for him.

The only article he found that didn't make him immediately ragequit the tab was by a PhD and MD called Cowitzer, and it was about comfort objects, so Frank ignored it. Frank looked her up afterwards, and found that she had written a book. It was about how to rehabilitate ex-slaves, not how to help slaves that Frank couldn't free, but he found a free .pdf of it anyway.

He zoomed to the small section labeled 'Hypersexual Behaviors' and read avidly.

Many slaves, especially sex slaves, exhibit hypersexual behaviours before and after emancipation, especially when in a new environment. Much of this is because most sex slaves are conditioned to find sex with owners familiar and therefore soothing. Remember, we find the familiar comforting, even if it is also a predictable source of terror. In addition, many owners and training centers use sex as a form of dominance establishment and positive reinforcement, linking it to security, owner-possessiveness, and reward. Often they only orgasm as a reward for obedience, and many also are praised for their performances during sex, cementing the link even further.

Hypersexual behaviors of an ex-slave are usually attempts to test boundaries and understand the environment around them as well as be rewarded. Many sex slaves are not given much physical or verbal affection outside of sexual contact, even sexual contact that the owner is not directly involved in (eg being tied up in a revealing position or left with a sex toy inside of them), and therefore crave sexual contact after emancipation, finding it a solid form of safety. Many sex slaves' self-esteem is also tied up in their sexual performances, similar to how slaves in agriculture are obsessed with their physical fitness.

The ways to help an ex-slave suffering from hypersexuality are to create a safe, comforting environment, both physically and socially. Restrict access from troubling or new people, provide soft blankets and pillows, warm clothing, and much food, especially foods high in nutritional and caloric value (see the section on nutritional needs of ex-slaves). In addition, do not punish hypersexual behavior. This will create a fear of performing 'wrong' in the ex-slave. Instead, allow them to take control of their sexuality by, if necessary, making sure they know that orgasms and the form of penetration, for example, is allowed to them whenever they choose to seek it. Pairs or more of ex-slaves should be allowed to have sexual contact, provided they are warned to not hurt one another, and all are given a safe space in which to calm down.

Frank stared at it, thinking. Then he decided he had to go on a quest. He pulled up in front of Bed, Bath, and Beyond, and ventured inside.

FILL, Pt 7.5/?

[(Anonymous)]

Matt was very unhappy with himself.

It was his fault Peter had tried to please Master, but it was Peter who had gotten punished more. It wasn't fair; Matt had thought things would go well. What kind of strange, shy Master didn't like being sucked off first thing in the morning? It had always worked before. It was like a breakfast in bed. All Masters liked that as long as you didn't wake them up too early.

Matt refused to sulk, however. He and Peter had strategizing to do.

They came up with an array of objects that they can conceivably fuck themselves on. It's mostly glass and plastic soda and beer bottles, a couple of spare hairbrush handles, some kitchen stirring-tools, and some vegetables. Matt has Peter bend over and starts to finger him gently, and notices the lube is running a little low, and grits his teeth.

They stretch the lube with water from the tap as Matt gets Peter open enough to like the array of things that will go in there to please Master, but Matt hopes Master gets more. Maybe if they are really good and quiet in the mornings he will, and that way Matt won't ever tear and get a really bad fever again. He didn't like that at all.

When Master's car gets in the building's parking lot--Matt can hear it--Matt starts to stuff Peter with objects. Peter assures him that his ass is facing the door, so it's a good visual angle. Matt pushes in the vegetables--carrots, mostly, and a little bit of celery--and some of the stirring-things and is trying to wedge in a beer bottle with more lube when Master opens the door.

Re: FILL, Pt 7.5/?

[(Anonymous)]

Wasn't it Peter who suggested the wake-up blowjob though? Or is this just Matt taking on too much responsibility/blame for anything that goes wrong?

Re: FILL, Pt 7.5/?

[(Anonymous)]

It was Peter who suggested it, but Matt didn't shoot down the idea, so that's why he feels like it's his fault. Between the two of them, Matt feels like pretty much everything is his fault, since he's older/more experienced/taken more punishments.

FILL, Pt 8/?

[(Anonymous)]

Frank takes a couple of seconds to rub his eyes after he puts the bags down. They're heavy as fuck.

Then he tilts his head to the side, because nope, it doesn't make any more sense the longer he looks at it.

There is indeed what appears to be carrots, stirring spoons, a few spatulas, and the neck of a beer bottle stuffed inside Peter's ass.

The sight makes his cock harden, because apparently the universe hates him, so Frank takes a deep breath and says, calmly, "Matt, is that safe?"

Matt's older and appears to be more in charge of Peter, so he decides to direct his voice towards him.

"I'm not sure what you mean, master?"

Frank tries again. "Did you use enough lube?" Because that's at least something he can focus on.

"As much as was sensible, master."

Frank sighs and puts his hands over his face. His voice comes out muffled when he says "Do we need more lube?"

"It would be nice to have more, master," and Frank realizes that that's Matt's way of seeing if Frank will actually hit him or not.

The answer is no, so Frank just sighs and says, "Matt, why don't you make a shopping list, and put lube at the top, please?"

It's both painful and hilarious to watch Matt calmly stand up and go start rummaging through cabinets, writing down what they need on a piece of paper. His handwriting looks slow and painful, but Frank's surprised--Matt knows how to write.

That indicates things about his past that perhaps Frank can use to help him.

In the meantime, there's still Peter, awkwardly bent over a stool with his ass full of things which Frank's pretty sure were not made for sex.

He double-checks that he's fully locked the door--he has--and then goes over to Peter.

"You okay?" he asks.

Peter wriggles his ass, and Frank can see his leaking cock. He ignored it.

Peter says, quietly, "I'm--I'm not hurt, master."

Well, that's good. Frank remembers a little more of the book, and says to both him and Matt, "You know that what I meant the other day was for general purposes, right? You both can orgasm whenever you want, any time."

There's a shock, horrifically awkward silence, and Frank then says to Peter, "These aren't exactly meant for this, let's get them out," and starts pulling out and quietly throwing away the things in his ass.

Frank thinks about what to do next, and his skin crawls with the sheer embarrassment of the situation. He stands up, says, "I'll be back in fifteen," and goes out to get them some halfway decent supplies for sex. He never wants to worry about them seriously hurting each other, even if the beer bottle makes his dick twitch even now.

Re: FILL, Pt 8/?

[(Anonymous)]

Matt: one object was good, so logically eight objects will be better! This plan couldn't possibly fail. Huh, I wonder why Master threw away the carrots. Maybe he doesn't like carrot soup

For real, though, I do like you write Frank and the boys trying to communicate despite the massive cultural gap


Every time I read about someone sticking a bottle in their ass I wonder how they'd cope if it created a vacuum effect and got stuck. I mean Frank probably knows how to carefully drill a hole in the bottle bc that's the kind of thing you learn in 'nam,

FILL, Pt 9/?

[(Anonymous)]

Frank finds the least sleazy-looking sex supplies shop that's not too far away, parks, walks in, and stops dead in his tracks.

It's as big as a fucking Costco.

He takes a deep couple breaths, and then gets a cart, because he only ever really wants to do have to do this once. He's only getting this stuff because otherwise they'll keep doing it with unsafe things, given that he saw the gag-dildo and the torture device one in the trash as he was leaving.

And thus he searches.

The 'small' section looks too small to him. Frank doesn't actually have a great sense of scale in terms of dildoes, but given that Peter appeared to be pretty comfortable with an entire neck of a closed beer bottle and other...objects..in his ass, they looked tiny by comparison.

When he got to the 'medium' aisle, Frank realized that he had no idea what types of sex toys they actually want, so he decides to get one--no, two, fuck, he can't have them getting jealous or weird about it--of each sort.

Halfway through, as he agonizes over whether he should just drop this charade and mercy-kill these poor suckers, or try to find some rescue place to take them in, because clearly Frank is not up to task, a sales assistant comes up to him.

He stares at the guy, a reedy-looking guy with strangely shiny hair.

"How can I help you sir? Shopping for a friend, lover, wife, slave?"

Frank's face twitches. The guy mistakes the disdain for interest, apparently, or else must be part lemming, and then cheerfully goes on, "Slave then? Well, if you're planning to wear out one of the hungry ones, we've got a sale on a gallon of lube at the lube aisle, aisle seven! It comes in fourteen different flavors, ranging from white chocolate to passion fruit to lingonberry to birthday cake! Absolutely sugar-free and safe for all sexes of slaves."

Frank feels himself go cold like stone, leeching out any cheery warmth in the atmosphere. It's a surreal image: this bizarrely cheerful twerpy teenager telling him how to better rape a pair of victims, standing in a flourescent-lit warehouse with neon signs advertising what was in each aisle, Frank's coat closed over his blood-splattered chest plate.

He wanted to open fire right now, kill them all. Every last one. Stack the bodies in the corner and go three stores over and reload and shoot, keep going until the whole world was dead, just Matt and Peter and every single person like them left.

Not even him.

The sales associate had backed halfway away, and when Frank said, his voice not even resembling him, "I'm not interested," the guy bleated out, "We also have a series of training videos, demonstrating how our toys can be used on your toys in aisle ten--"

Frank said, voice the exact same, "I'm. Not. Interested. Fuck off."

The guy chirped as he fled, somehow still unnaturally smiling, "We also have plenty of ads for personal trainers to give them an oil change and a tune-up if you're ever interested!"

Frank watched the guy leave, feeling a lot like a crocodile that had singled out one particularly idiotic gazelle.

He turned back and saw a row of bright pink 'rabbits', whatever they were. He got two of the blue ones--more expensive, but he didn't care--and went on.

He did end up getting the gallon of lube, in bubblegum flavor, because Matt had said they needed it, and fuck if Frank wasn't going to at least try.

--

As he went up the stairs, Master seemed more...tightly wound than he had in days, so Matt turned off the pans on the oven and he and Peter obediently knelt. Masters enjoyed coming back to an orderly household with slaves that knew their place.

Except that Master didn't say anything, just put down the shopping bags and a gallon of something, and then went to the bedroom.

Matt and Peter consulted each other in whispers, and decided that Peter would clean as much off of everything as he could, and Matt would finish the food. Maybe Master just needed space. He seemed to clean his guns off a lot.

After the food, Master turned to them and said, calmly, "Those things in the shopping bags over there--" and he must have been pointing, and Matt panicked because he couldn't obey orders that required looking at things, and Masters hated giving clarifications-- "the ones that are to the left of you, Matt, are for you two. You can do whatever with them as long as neither of you injures either of you."

Oh, now Matt was curious as to what was in them. Were they chocolate or pet-play-toys or something?

Then Master continued gruffly, "I read that creating a comforting environment is important. Do either of you know how to make a blanket fort?"

Matt tilted his head. He didn't know what a blanket fort was.

--

As it turned out, a blanket fort was a collection of cushions, pillows, and other soft things on a floor, with a sort of tent-canopy made of blankets and stocked with them, with what were apparently soft, small, warm-colored lights that made it glow on the inside, Peter described to Matt. Master had directed them, his voice short and flat, but somehow he didn't seem to be angry with them, not if he was giving them nice things.

Matt wondered what they had done to deserve the nice things, what they were doing right. It could be a whim, or a mind-game, making them think that they were safe and yanking it away, but somehow Matt didn't think so. This Master was...kind, fundamentally kind, and Matt hoped he'd keep them for even longer.

The only rule, Master had said, regarding the blanket fort, was that they could not have sex in it. Matt wasn't sure why--the rule about the guns and the kitchen countertops made sense once he had thought about them--but rules were rules, and this wasn't a rule like 'Peter gets to only eat if you suck my cock better than my wife did' or 'you have to obey my son and his friends' or 'the gag doesn't come out, but the hollow part will be unscrewed, and you'll feed him the shakes or starve him you idiot needy whore', it was a rule Matt was glad to obey.

Matt didn't want to leave the blanket fort, and neither did Peter, and it felt so warm and cozy and protective that after their quick, cold-water showers (Master hadn't said they could use the warm water yet), they put on the long shirts Master wanted them to sleep in and cuddled together there, falling asleep in a tangle of limbs.

Re: FILL, Pt 7/?

[(Anonymous)]

Huh, come to think of it, he hasn't told them that he's never going to have sex with them, has he? I wouldn't want to be a fly on the wall during that conversation (oh who am I kidding, of course I would)

The book excerpts sounded really good. Like something you would find in a good instructional book on rehabilition.

Aww, he's getting them supplies for a nice blanket nest or pillow fort, that'll be nice to see them set up together after they get the vegetables out of Peter's ass...such is the nature of darkfic, you think you're heading into a chapter on pillow forts and instead you get an ass full of carrots. Does that mean the sex shop is his next errand?

One nitpick, if Frank's been taking out slaveowners without a plan for the slaves (like a shelter or fake documents so they can pretend to be free) isn't he just sending them to the same market he saved Matt and Peter from?

Re: FILL, Pt 7/?

[(Anonymous)]

So far he's been killing slaveowners who are benevolent enough to have a 'the slave gets freed after me' clause in their will.

Re: FILL, Pt 7/?

[(Anonymous)]

I would't have expected that. I got the impression that it was just slaves that belonged to criminals that ended up on the open market, and the slaveowners Frank's killed had wills or recognised heirs that their slaves went to.