Chapter 4
Clint didn't like to look at anyone when he was in public. When he was in public, it was mostly around Coulson, and that meant that he could tell him what to do at any time, and that he would be expected to obey that order. Of course, Coulson wasn't that mean, and didn't give him orders that he would be uncomfortable with, which set Clint a little bit more at ease.
The collar sat heavily around his neck for two weeks after it was placed there. Coulson made several attempts to feel sorry for him, with many “I'm so sorry”s, and enquiring to get a couples room, because technically Clint had to move out of the submissive hall now because he had an dominant.
The first time what he had worried about happening, happened, he was walking to the couples dorms, through the cafeteria. People were crowding around each other, and from one group, he saw people point his way. No doubt it was dominants wondering what on earth this submissive was doing walking through there by himself, especially considering that Clint could only see two other submissives in the whole room.
They pointed, and they laughed, and they made fun of him. He shouted out to them something along the lines of 'you'll never get a sub if you act like that' and walked off into the distance, hearing more and more laughs as he went.
The second time, it was worse, and he didn't really want to tell Coulson, but he knew that he had to because he was his dominant, and he could probably do something about the harassment that Clint was getting.
He walked through the cafeteria, the same as last time, but this time, he was going towards the hangar so that he could find Phil who would be coming in from a mission with their new Russian recruit. It was the same group of people as before. They assumed their stances of laughing and pointing as before. Their index fingers stretched out like nobody's business. Except for the fact that it was somebody's business, because it was Clint's business. They were laughing at him.
They called over to him, and he ignored them. They said things, things that were mostly small comments, like calling him a slut, or a dirty bitch, even a whore. However, one of the bastards grabbed him with their meaty, sausage-like fingers.
Clint could have easily gotten rid of up to twenty people, if they didn't have training, and they weren't SHIELD agents, and even if they were fully trained SHIELD agents, he could probably get rid of up to five at once. However, there would have been fifty in the room, and after the first guy grabbed him, another ten put their hands all over him, as though he were their submissive.
Two hands grabbed each of his arse cheeks, and another shoved into his hole, pushing, and playing, and trying to get in there, and Clint struggled with all his might, but he was simply just not strong enough for the men that were holding him down letting more men try and rape him.
He clenched his arse, hoping that it would be enough for nothing to be able to get through, but a finger kept poking, and poking at the muscle, trying to get in there. His bum was beginning to ache from clenching it so tight, and that combined with the finger, and a new-found grip on his hair, were making him think that he wouldn't be able to hold it much longer.
Why wasn't somebody getting someone? They were a department of the fucking government, and people were gang raping him right there, and nobody gave a shit. There were subs looking on at what was going on, and he could see it in their eyes that they didn't like what was happening, but they didn't go tell a superior. They just sat there, viewing and thanking god that it wasn't them in that position.
Clint had taken himself to closing his eyes so that he could not see the horrible people, and what they were trying to do to him. He felt two hands join the others on his body by touching his sides, and then he felt something pressing against his lips, and knew immediately what it was.
It was barely even the fact that they were doing this to him – that they were raping him in the middle of the cafeteria, but the fact that they were penetrating him before even Phil had. Before his own dominant had even gotten his hands on him.
“Open, slut.” A voice commanded, and he felt a penis press harder against his lips, attempting to gain entrance, and succeeding when Clint let out a very unintentional moan as a second finger was pushed into his anus, hurting like hell.
Clint had seen enough porn to know that it was all completely fake, and he'd seen enough porn to know that penises actually taste revolting. This situation was not excluded from that fact. Whoever had shoved their penis within Clint's mouth seemed like they hadn't cleaned themselves down there in something like months.
Clint was trapped in the position. Fingers were running up and down his body, and several decided that getting him involuntarily hard would be the best for his self esteem. However, it wasn't, and it just made him flush red as the man who was fucking him in the face sped up.
He could feel the fact that the person fingering his arse used some kind of lubrication – probably spit, because he added a third finger, and it went in a little more smoothly. But hell, it still fucking hurt.
He could feel the fingers stretching him open. Could feel them making his hole bigger so someone would be able to rape him with their actual penis. But then the fingers retracted quickly, and he unconsciously whined around the cock in his mouth, that was beginning to be pulled out too.
All the hands that had been upon him began removing themselves, and much faster than he would like. He didn't really want them on him in the first place, but to go from being touched like that to not touched at all, so quickly, was a little bit shocking.
“...ton... Age... Bar...” Clint heard the blurred noise of Agent Coulson, or at least, he thought it was Agent Coulson, but he couldn't exactly be quite sure on that count when he was collapsed in a heap on the mess hall floor.
As Clint's sight de-blurred, he finally recognised the face that was indeed Coulson, and let out a whined 'help' before passing out.