Rodger cuffed his wrists quickly, then shoved Jack's face into the sand as he got up.  Jack tested the cuffs by twisting his wrists in them.  They were too tight to slip from.  Standing over him, Rodger curled up his long leather bull whip with a smug smile.  He believed he had won.  Jack slowly moved up onto all fours, acting as meekly as he could.  Rodger was overconfident.  Gripping the post for support, Jack kicked out at Rodger's knees.  If he was lucky, he'd break the bastards legs!  Sadly, he wasn't.  Rodger staggered to the side, causing Jack's kick to only graze one of his knees.  Roger flicked out his whip, getting ready to lash him with it.  Jack closed his eyes tightly as he waited for it.  When Master Tamera called out to Rodger quickly.  "Don't do that! You'll hurt him sure, but that won't teach him. You want to break his spirit not his body".  Jack opened his eyes just in time to see Master Tamera hold something up to the cage, telling Rodger.  "Use this".  Rodger passed his whip handle through the hole in the cage for her to take as he took what she had.  Jack sat back on his heels.  What were they going to try now? 

Roger returned to him with an orange pill bottle.  Jack rolled his eyes, grumbling out.  "You won't get me to take that".  Rodger didn't answer him, he was too busy removing a pill or two from the bottle.  So, Jack climbed to his feet to snap back at him.  "Did you hear me, asshole"?!  Jack didn't see it coming.  Roger for once seemed so unfazed by him... even turned away... before landing a spinning kick to his face!  Everything faded to black for a moment... making everything feel numb and distant.  Jack was only vaguely aware of the ground beneath him... or that Rodger was kneeling over him.  His jaw throbbed and the burst of pain from Rodger suddenly grabbing onto it, brought him back out of his haze!  Instinctively, Jack grabbed Rodger's wrist and tried to keep his jaw clenched up tight.  Rodger's finger's pressed hard into his cheeks trying to force his jaw open... but Jack refused!  Jack tried to buck Rodger off his hips, but Rodger had positioned his weight perfectly to keep him down.  It didn't stop Jack from kicking out though.  He hoped he could mange to thrash around enough to wiggle free, when Rodger clamped his thumb and index finder on Jack's nose.

Jack did his best to hold his breath, until he couldn't.  Parting his lips a bit he gasped through his clenched teeth.  Rodger wasn't going to best him!  Rodger countered this by leaning over him to press his lips against Jack's.  Jack arched his back, but couldn't avoid it!  Jack curled his lips, not wanting Rodger this close to him!  Rodger smelled like sweat and even tasted like it.  Jack felt Rodger's fowl tongue slip between his lips to streak across his teeth, causing Jack to whine and thrash uncontrollably as a disgusted shiver ran through him!  The thrash was useless and used up too much oxygen.  Forcing Jack to tilt his head back and gasp!  Rodger's fingers pressed in the second his jaw widened.  Now he couldn't close his mouth without biting into his own cheeks!  Rodger chuckled a moment, before removing his fingers from Jack's nose to show him the pill.  The pill was small enough... but without knowing what it would do... Jack didn't want it.  Jack curled his tongue back to keep Rodger from dropping it in.  However, that just meant that Rodger had to reach into his mouth to force it down his throat! 

After Rodger forced the pill down the back of his throat, he released him.  Jack coughed loudly, feeling the dry pill stick to his throat as it went down.  He could still stop it.  Jack raised his hand to try and put a finger down his throat.  He had never tried to force himself to gag before... but now was a good chance to try!  Rodger snagged the chain to Jack's cuffs, yanking his hands away and flipping him over onto his stomach.  Jack cursed loudly, breathing heavy.  He was loosing this fight.  Rodger's hand slid down his bare side and Jack bitterly snapped over his shoulder at him.  "DON'T TOUCH ME"!  Rodger chuckled, sliding his hand over Jack's ass.  Jack clenched his teeth and tugged against his pinned wrists.  Rodger was laying his weight across his body, while keeping Jack's wrists pinned above his head.  The second Jack felt Rodger's finger enter him, he jerked violently screaming out.  "STOP IT"!  Rodger's breath tickled against his ear as he whispered smugly to Jack.  "Tell you what. You scream his name while I fuck you... and I'll go easy on you".  Jack tried to ignore what Rodger was doing to him as he bitterly growled back.  "Fuck you".  Rodger licked his ear and Jack jerked his head away. 

He was starting to feel the effect of that pill now... His body was relaxing on it's own.  It was giving him a surreal feeling.  He was still aware of every touch... but his body had become a prison!  Unresponsive!  Paralyzed!  Jack's heart started to race.  This was how they would break him.  Force him to watch them do what they wanted to him!  Rodger kissed the back of his neck, while his hand released the chain to his wrists.  He could tell.  Rodger added another of his vile fingers into his ass, asking against the skin of his shoulder.  "That tail that Barry yanked out of you... was that meant to prep you for him"?  Jack shut his eyes and refused to answer.  Rodger licked his ear again and Jack tried to suppress a whine.  He couldn't move!  This was torture in the worst way.  He wanted to be lashed with a whip!  He wanted to pass out!  He didn't want this memory!  Rodger dipped his tongue into his ear and this time Jack did whine softly in disgust.  Rodger was toying with him!  When Rodger retracted his tongue, he softly blew into his ear before whispering.  "Feels good, huh? Let's find out if you're a screamer. I'm betting you are". 

Jack didn't want to... but he had to know.  As Rodger sat back to unzip his leather pants, he told Jack smugly.  "I'm going to tear you're ass a part! When I'm done, you'll forget all about Mark".  Jack reluctantly looked at Rodger's size.  He needed to know how badly this would hurt... but after looking... Jack chuckled softly.  Rodger smacked his ass hard, asking sharply.  "What are you laughing at"?!  Jack felt a smugness of his own as he replied defiantly.  "Mark's bigger".  As the people watching outside the cage tried to suppress chuckles, Jack added on fearlessly.  "And I was worried... The only thing you're going to tear a part is your reputation".  Rodger shot a stern glare at the people chuckling, before punching Jack's face.  The punch hurt... but it wasn't enough to knock him out.  Which was really what he had wanted.  Rodger positioned himself over Jack, getting ready to mount him.  Only to lean down enough to whisper in Jack's ear bitterly.  "You mean, Mark 'WAS' bigger. Have you forgotten that I shot that bastard dead? Think about that when I'm fucking you raw"! 

Jack's heart sank.  He didn't want to believe it.  He wanted to believe that he'd be rescued... but he saw Mark get shot.  The thought of never seeing Mark's face again pained him more than anything Rodger could do to him.  The image of him leaving Mark in the parking lot to chase after Dusty flashed into his mind and tears started to brim his eyes... That was the last time he had Mark to himself... and he didn't even say that he loved him.  He wanted to go back to that moment.  To kiss him.  To tell him to forget the that place... to just go back home.  Rodger was just setting himself up to enter him, when a male voice called out loudly.  "Rodger! Get off him"!  To Be Continued...