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It started after Daryl came back from a small scouting mission. He’d seen a town that looked abandoned, no people, not a lot of dead, just a small town with a few buildings that looked like they hadn't been picked over too much. A perfectly easy score.
They should've known it was too good to be true, but Rick was desperate to get some more food and miscellaneous things for their group that he convinced himself and everyone else to ignore all the warning signs.
The literal warning signs. The signs that told them to ‘turn back’. ‘Don't go any further’ ‘private property’ ‘turn around’. He just figured whoever wrote them was long gone. The area looked so desolate and they didn't hear anything but a few walkers, it had to be safe.
Safe enough that the group agreed to split up into pairs to cover more ground. They would meet back up by Daryl’s bike at the town’s entrance in exactly one hour.
Rick and Carl quietly walked towards a small auto body garage, nobody even had to vocalize that they would pair off together, they just moved as one. After deeming the auto-shop to be a bust, they went to the building next door that was connected to several of the other buildings.
Rick did their usual, knock and wait for walkers, then they cautiously walked inside, unfortunately not cautiously enough. Carl was taken behind Rick before he could even notice anyone was there.
Several men then jumped Rick, blindfolding and handcuffing him, before forcing him into one of the other buildings. The act was done quick and quiet, with precise movements, meaning they’d done this before and the rest of the group, likely wouldn't know anything had happened until the meet up in an hour, but by then it would probably be too late.
The two are separated, Rick is taken into a storeroom filled to the brim with shelves of canned goods and cuffed to a chair in front of a large mirror on one side of the room. He is left alone for a moment, but there’s enough time to both orientate himself and try to get free before someone comes back and removes his blindfold.
“Apologies for the treatment, sir, but we weren’t expecting guests today. Would you like a complimentary haircut and a shave?” A kind older gentleman asked him, already placing a hair cape over his shoulders.
“What? Where’s Carl? What did you do to him?” Rick yelled fighting against his restraints, mentally preparing himself to kill everyone in the entire town if they hurt his kid.
“He’s fine, sir. Now please sit still while I give you a trim so you can look nice when you meet our Charlie.” Rick finally gave up fighting after the surprisingly strong elder brought out a very sharp barber's razor to start cutting away at his beard.
After a mildly frightening shave, Rick was once again moved to a different room, this time just a few feet away. Shoved inside with his hands cuffed behind him, the door was slammed shut, leaving him inside where a man stood leaned against a desk.
The room wasn't big, at least compared to the storeroom anyway. There was just enough room to fit the desk and the bed that faced a wall that was covered in big red curtains. He briefly thought it might be a window since there were curtains but that wouldn't make sense since it was placed towards the inside of the building. Maybe they just have a strange sense of decoration?
Turning back towards the strange man on the opposite side of the room, sizing him up to see if he could take him on but, not only was he slightly taller than Rick with broad shoulders and strong arms. The muscles that his tight shirt barely contained made him look like a man that any blue collar job would pay anything to have on their team.
Rick wouldn't have a chance against him if it was a pure brawn fight. He would have to get creative. The man walked forward and spoke up interrupting Rick’s thought process on how he would kill him with the ugly red curtains.
“Oooh look at you, boy, they cleaned you up real nice, didn’t they?” He ran the back of his fingers down Rick's freshly shaved jaw and Rick turned his face away with a glare. “I’ll say you look a lot better without that beard and that’s sayin something since I already thought you were reallll pretty before.”
“Who the fuck are you?” Rick grumpily asked, backing up towards the door he was just rudely shoved through. He didn't think it would be unlocked but it was the only exit he could see. “Where’s my son?”
“I'm Charles and your son ,” Charles licked his lips acting like the delicious information he was incidentally given was something he could literally taste. “Is fine. Although unlike you he’s refusing a much needed haircut.”
Good for Carl. He thinks. He was pretty sure he had refused the haircut also but if they're only going to listen to one of them he would prefer it be Carl. He likes his son’s long hair anyway, likes to run his fingers through it. Reminds him of his wife.
“Where is he?” Rick stalled as he continued to back up and look for a way out.
“In time. For now we need to talk about how you're going to pay your tax.”
“Tax?” Charles stepped forward and reached for Rick’s arm to stop him from going any further. Rick ripped his arm away from him and turned, but made sure he was still keeping his guard up and facing him.
“Well yeah. You didn’t expect I’d just let you and your group take our stuff for free did you? We’re not a charity.”
“Look, Charles, we didn't know anyone was here. Let us go and we’ll give everything back and go on our way.” Charles seemed to consider it then shook his head walking toward the defensive man again and now cornering him against the bed.
“Nah. You’ve already taken plenty of our things and wasted our time. We’re not just going to let you go and pretend nothing happened.”
“You won’t get away with killing us. My group—“ Charles cut his threat off.
“Kill you? Oh no” Charles roughly grabbed Rick's chin, tilting it up so he was forced to look up at him as he brought his face closer, his minty breath blowing across Rick’s face as he continued.
Where did he find mints?
“I’m going to let your little group have most of whatever they scavenge and I’ll even let your son go scot free.” Rick looked at him, his confusion peeking through his angry mask; he was waiting for the other shoe to drop but he wasn’t sure what or how bad it would be. “But you have to pay your tax.”
Charles ran his thumb over Rick’s cracked bottom lip before releasing his chin and stepping back.
“And since this is the first time. All you have to pay is your tax. If you would like to make deals in the future you must trade us things of equal value and pay your tax. But because I think you're very handsome, mister, so I’ll settle for just the tax.”
Charles crossed his arms and watched Rick’s face closely as he looked around the room thinking through the offer.
“And if I don’t want your stuff?” Rick said slowly, looking back at his captor.
Charles’s friendly demeanor dissolved at his words and he walked over to the curtains, opening them harshly. Revealing his son in another room, his situation mirroring Rick’s earlier. Except Carl had a man standing beside him holding a gun to his head instead of getting a shave.
“I kill him.”
“CARL!!” Rick yelled and lurched forward toward the mirror, desperate to reach his baby.
“He can’t hear or see you. It’s a two way mirror.” Charles crossed his arms again, looking back at Rick, smug about the reaction he got.
Rick pulled and twisted his hands, trying to get out. If he could just get one hand out he could fix this. He could save Carl and warn the rest of the group and— his thoughts spiraled as he tried to think of a solution. But everything he thought of got him, Carl, and the rest of his group killed.
“What’s… what’s the tax?” Charles grinned, he’d been practically drooling waiting for that question to be asked.
“I'm going to uncuff you and you're going to walk over to that bed and lay down with your arms above your head. If you try anything your son gets shot dead. Understand?” Rick stared at his son while listening to his instructions.
Carl didn’t seem even mildly phased to have a gun pointed at him, in fact he seemed almost bored. What kind of a father was Rick that his son wasn’t even bothered by this kind of situation. What kind of horrible world was this that they even had to even be in this situation.
“Okay. Then what?” Rick barked out, his voice rough with anger and defeat.
Charles walked around behind him and unlocked his hands, then led him over towards the bed with a strong grip on his shoulder. Rick’s eyes didn’t leave his son until he was forced to.
He followed his instructions, glaring at Charles the entire time. The larger man looped the handcuffs around a part of the bed's metal frame and recuffed him so he was attached to the bed.
“Now I’m going to fuck your pretty ass.” Rick froze. He thought maybe he was going to get beat up or maybe part of his body cut off but the thought of.. that… never crossed his mind. “You ever been fucked before, little man?”
“W..what..?”
“You got a virgin asshole?” The significantly more terrifying man asked as he worked Rick’s belt and pants open.
Rick anxiously tugged on the handcuffs, his body moving on autopilot, hoping maybe, maybe they didn’t latch properly and he could get out of them.
Maybe it was just a bad joke. He thought nervously. Maybe he just has a bad sense of humor. Who’d want to r..rape a middle aged man like me?
Instead of them popping open and freeing him, the metal just dug deeper into his wrist and in the back of his mind he wondered how bad the bruises would be later.
By the time Rick’s brain finally started to catch up with the situation he was in and started flooding his system with adrenaline, Charles was already starting to work his pants and underwear down his legs.
“Wait wait— n-no no you can’t—!“
“No! Stop!” Rick yelled and started to thrash around and kick at him. But Charles’s grip never wavered, ripping his pants down to his calves, exposing him to the cool concrete room air.
“If I stop, your kid gets shot! You want that, huh?” Charles fought to grab his legs so he could have control over him once again.
“No! Nonono-!” Rick shook his head violently.
“Then quit or I grab my walkie and give the order!” Charles pointed at the window with one hand while holding an ankle in the other.
Rick's full body froze when the window came into view, no longer hiding behind the large attacker. He couldn’t see as much of Carl in this angle as he could before but he can still see the gun aimed at his head.
“Don’t hurt him—“
“You’d do anything for him wouldn't you?”
“A-anything else.. I’ll do anything else…” he pleaded.
“Too bad. I don’t want anything else.” Charles sneered getting up close to his face before walking over to the desk and grabbing a container out of a drawer. “Listen I’m a nice guy so I’ll even prep you so it won’t be painful. How’s that sound, man?”
Rick threw his head back against the bed and screwed his eyes shut. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He was going to be raped— fucked in the ass in front of his kid. If there was anything to be glad about at least it was that Carl couldn’t actually see what was going on.
Charles stepped in front of Rick’s legs. “What’s your name by the way?”
“Fuck you.” Rick grit out squeezing his legs together like that would stop him.
“Baby boy it’ll be then. Lift your legs.” Rick kept his eyes closed trying to ignore him, hoping maybe he could just pretend this wasn’t happening and then it would be over before he knew it. “C’mon. Remember your kid and do what I say.” Charles smacked his thigh as emphasis.
With those magic words Rick begrudgingly lifted his legs exposing his hole.
“Fuckkk you're pretty everywhere baby. Just like I thought you’d be.” Charles ran his thumb over the rim, biting his lip when Rick clenched his already super tense muscle.
Unscrewing the container he dipped his fingers into the creamy substance and rubbed the majority onto and around the rim. Rick hisses at the cold and tried shifting away but Charles grabs the back of his thigh and holds him in place, shooting him a warning glance.
He pushes a calloused finger against his entrance, “..tight” he mutters before shoving his finger inside roughly, causing Rick to yell out in shock and struggle against Charles's hold on his leg. “If you’d relax it’ll hurt less.”
Pulling his finger back slowly then shoving it back in quickly he didn’t let Rick adjust to the new feeling before roughly shoving in a second finger that really didn’t fit yet. This time Rick didn’t yell, keeping his mouth and eyes screwed shut, only a disapproving grunted forced its way out.
Charles watched his face closely, loving how he had reduced this scary man to little tight grunts and quick painful huffs with only two fingers. He can’t wait to see how he’s going to react to his thick cock.
Moving his fingers faster, Rick’s hole started to loosen as did his face. The more wet sounding his loosening hole got, the more strained moans found their way out.
“Hah…” Rick huffed out a short moan. Charles said nothing and instead pushed his fingers in as deep as he could and curled them up.
“Ah—!“ Rick choked on a shocked yell, feeling the man’s painfully fingers jab him deep inside before continuing to fuck him open.
He hated to admit it but the more he listened to the slick noises coming from his own ass combined with his own pitiful moans the more he could feel his dick stir to life.
God he can’t actually be getting off on his own rape. Fuck his traitorous penis.
“S-stop” Rick whined desperate to stop this before he got fully hard and did something horrible like cumming.
Charles ignored the request, curling his fingers again and dragging them down, making Rick whine again.
“Stopstopstopstop” Rick muttered like a mantra, he sounded pathetic.
But even with all his vocalizing, the wet squelching sound he’d previously only heard come from women kept flooding his ears. It genuinely sounded like he had a pussy. Hell he felt like he had a pussy.
Was it usually this bad for them too?
“Uhnn—!”
He’s never touch a woman again if this is what it was always like.
“Mm— I— oowfuck shit!” Charles added a third finger and fuck it burned so bad. His cock was so hard. He hadn’t been this hard in a while. It was hard to be fully horny when you were always worried you were going to die.
Fuck it feels good. When did it start feeling good? It still burns but damn it he doesn’t want it to stop. He’s never felt this kind of feeling before and— Carl. He’s only doing this for Carl. It doesn’t feel good. He’s being raped. He doesn’t enjoy this—
“AH—Mmh!” He whips his head to the side and bites as much of his bicep as he can reach. Whatever Charles just scraped with his nail felt blindly good. But as soon as he felt it it was gone along with his assulter’s slick fingers.
His legs were finally set back down to briefly rest as Charles stepped away and grabbed the container of lube.
“No n—hah..” Rick whined under his breath as turned his head back and looked at the large man for the first real time since he gave into this. He seemed to tower over him while he spread the lube up and down his length.
His size shot pure fear into Rick’s heart and ass.
It’s not like it was a seven inch horse cock that would literally split him in half. In fact, it probably wasn’t much different in size than his own but it definitely wasn’t the size of the three fingers he had just been getting overwhelmed by.
“Knew your ass was a virgin.”
Rick started to notice the ache in his legs from holding them up for so long and the burning pain in his wrists from pulling on the cuffs the entire time.
“I-I can’t do it… I can’t it won’t fit.” His voice uncharacteristically shaky, he’s been through so many horrific things in his life but he’s not sure he’d ever been this scared about something happening to himself. And yet he unable to tear eyes away from watching the man fuck his hand in front of him.
“It will. I promise I’ll make it, baby boy.” Charles lifted his legs back up and then guided his hard cock to Rick’s asshole unceremoniously shoving the tip in.
“Augh!” Rick grit his teeth as tears jumped in his eyes.
“Ohhh yeah.. so tight so fuckin tight…” Charles groaned along with him then shallowly tried fucking himself in but he was almost too tight to get any deeper.
“Take it out! Ta..take it out! I cant—“ Rick sucked in a breath that was immediately punched out with another short painful thrust.
“No way. Not now. Too fuuuuckin good.” Digging his dirty ragged nails into Rick's hips and finally snapped his hips forward, balls slapping against his ass as he buried himself to the hilt in the wet super tight heat of this ex-police officer's ass.
Rick threw his head side to side with a silent yell and arched his back, his body’s desperate attempt to get away from the searing pain.
Charles took a moment to appreciate just how good he felt before setting Rick's legs on his shoulders and pulling back out a bit. Ignoring the little bit of blood that came out with it.
Rick tried to hold back his cries but it was all too much all at once. His arms were falling asleep but he could still feel the cuffs literally cutting into his wrist making him bleed, his jeans were rubbing raw spots on his legs, his leg muscles were shaking even as they rested on the man’s shoulders, he was too full, and his ass burned bad enough he wondered if he was wrong about his kidnapper’s dick not being big enough to split him in half.
And worst of all he was still catching glimpses of his son on the other side of that stupid window with a gun to his head. None the wiser to his old man getting fucked raw because he wasn’t able to keep them safe from an obvious trap.
Charles started at a slow pace, finally getting used to the amount of strength he needed to use to push past the tense ring of muscle. Rick whined and grunted a few rogue tears falling down his cheeks in response.
After a few agonizing minutes and a few failed kicks, Rick’s ass was finally able to start relaxing and his breathing became less labored.
“Fuck… fuck” He whimpered his whole body rocking with each thrust. With the blood no longer rushing in his ears he was able to hear how wet he sounded again. This time accompanied with the delicious sound of slapping against skin. His dick throbbed and he swore the tip looked like it was a slight purple color, as if he hadn’t come in months. Shit..maybe he hasn't.
Fuck he doesn’t want to cum from this. He so doesn’t want to cum from this.
Charles paused for a second and changed the angle and went right back into the quick pace he’d set. This time hitting that spot that shot blinding hot pleasure up his spine and Rick cried out.
“Ah!! Fuck! Hah.. ah yes!” Charles fucked harder and Rick’s asshole spasmed every time he fucked in. Rick grinded his hips down uncontrollably and bit his lip trying to hold back a desperate guttural whine that was digging its way out of his throat.
He was so close. He couldn’t think of anything else now. He’s never felt so good. He doesn’t even remember what got him in this position but fuck it he doesn’t care he just needs to cum.
“Ple..please..! Ah! Ah! Pleas—!” Rick begged, he just needed a little more and it’d just snap, he can feel it.
“Please what, baby? What do you need, huh?” Charles grinned down at him.
“Pluh.. unhh.. pleaseplease” why doesn’t he get it? He’s being polite. He’s asking nicely. Just let him CUM.
“You wanna cum? Is that it?” Rick violently shook his head yes and moaned louder.
“Please!! Yesyesyesyes—“
“Why do you need help? Looks like you could cum from just your ass being fucked.” Rick shook his head, he can’t. He’s so close but he can’t.
“I think you should.”
“No!! Nononon—pleaseplease— can’t need.. ugn! Mm- please“ Rick kept thrashing his head back and forth like he’d lost his mind. His capture merely chuckled at his pain.
“Beg Daddy for it.” Daddy. Carl. God what is he doing—oh fuck oh shit right there!rigtthereirghtthererig—
“Cum..c-ahh! Um! Cum please please Dahh unnnDaddy—“ Rick cried as the unrelenting pummeling fucked all the sense right out of him.
“Good enough I guess.” His rapist shrugged and reached between his legs to grab his cock when his radio roared to life.
“Hey, boss. We got a group here claiming to be with a Rick Grimes?”
Has it really been that long? He hadn't cum for almost an hour? There's no way he can keep going he’ll die if he doesnt cum–
Charles grinned and looked at him, only briefly pausing to unhook the walkie from his belt loop.
“That you baby boy? Your name Rick?” Too fucked out and desperate to cum to understand exactly what was going on, he nodded.
“Cumhm?” He whimpered.
“Just a sec, Rick baby.” He pushed a button on the radio and spoke into it. “Yeah him and his kid’s here. Let em in bring ‘em to the storeroom.”
“Ok but they want to hear that he’s alright first.”
“Rick?? Carl? Are you there?” Glenn’s voice crackled over the radio.
“Rick, I promise I’ll let you cum if you tell your friends hello, okay? Say hi.” While he did keep fucking him, he lightened his pace a bit so he could hold the radio in front of Rick’s face without accidentally smacking him with it.
“ H-huh ah hi… unh Gl-EEn... hah… ” Rick sounded out of breath but he hoped not like he was getting fucked within and inch of his life.
“Rick! Are you okay? Is it safe?”
“G..good.. soo good!” He turned his head away trying to hold back a tearful whine and Charles turned the radio back towards himself picking his pace back up.
“See he’s good. C’mon in, friends.” He tossed the radio on the bed and finally grabbed Rick’s painful swollen cock that was weeping right along with him.
Rick practically screamed as soon as his cock was touched and came after two pitiful strokes, all over his, admittedly already disgusting, shirt. Whimpering through the violent throbs of his cock that seem to pass right down through to his asshole, milking his offender's cock to its own completion.
Charles grunted quietly and came, dumping his disgusting searing hot cum inside. Not even having any common courtesy to pull out beforehand, just leaving him fucked full of thick cum.
Charles stepped back, stuffing his softening cock back into his pants and zipped them back up while hooking his radio back onto his belt.
Rick meanwhile just laid there catching his breath trying to ignore how his hole kept throbbing, winking open and shut, like it was desperate to have something to squeeze around again. But all it did was push the cum out, making it drip down the rest of his abused ass.
How could this happen to him… How could he let it?
“I’ll be right back.” Charles walked out the door and Rick realized the entire time.. it wasn’t even locked…
He watched through the winow as the man that just fucked him into oblivion walked calmly into the other room where his kid sat. He seemed to talk to the gunman, who then left the room while he moved over to uncuff Carl. They seemed to share a few words before the gunman came back with the rest of Rick’s group, letting them look around their well stocked storeroom.
Charles talked with them for a few seconds, seeming to get along with everyone and visibly removing the tension from the air, before coming back to Rick’s room.
“Did you see your friends are here? Want me to let them in? See how pathetic you look? Huh baby?” Charles teased evilly.
“You had your fun. I paid your stupid tax… Let us go…”
Charles chuckled and walked over, handcuff key in hand.
“If you do anything… I’ll still kill your kid.” Rick briefly nodded, glaring at the ceiling as his cuffs were unlocked and he was finally able to put his aching hands down.
“I’ll give you a minute to clean up. Don’t take too long though your friends might get suspicious.” With that Rick was left to lay in his shame, cum still steadily dribbling out.