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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Walking_Dead_(Telltale_Video_Game), The_Walking_Dead_&_Related
      Fandoms
  Relationship:
      Kenny/Ben_Paul
  Character:
      Kenny_(Walking_Dead_Video_Game), Ben_Paul
  Additional Tags:
      Explicit_Sexual_Content, Hate_Sex, Painful_Sex, Rough_Sex, Crying,
      Consensual, Hair-pulling, Blood_As_Lube, Guilt, Choking, Hurt_No_Comfort,
      Not_A_Fix-It, Plot!_Plot!_What_is_Plot?!
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-10-04 Words: 2484
****** Get What You Give ******
by A_M_Kelley
Summary
     Ben is still feeling terrible about Katjaa and Duck, so he decides to
     make peace with Kenny the only way he can.
Notes
     This is consensual, but some elements may be taken the wrong way. Be
     forewarned.
Ben really wishes Lee wouldn't have left him all alone with Kenny. Things were
tense as of late, what with all the walkers, shortage of food, and inner
conflict between certain members of the group. Namely, himself and Kenny. Lee
kept telling him to put off on telling Kenny the truth about Katjaa and Duck
for the longest time, but the guilt had rapidly eaten away at him.
It was his fault Katjaa and Duck were dead, Ben realizes. He made a dumb choice
because he thought he was doing some good, protecting the group, but Ben was
mistaken. Ben had been scared at the time and his better judgement was clouded
by that fear. Lee was a kind enough soul to take notice of this, but there were
others who thought different. Like Lilly, who had been so ready to put a bullet
through his head, but most importantly Kenny.
Ben didn't blame the older man for wanting to kill him, because Kenny was
entitled to his anger, and Ben genuinely liked Kenny's family. Even liked him.
Which is why Ben wanted to make amends with Kenny to clear the polluted air
between them before things got any worse. Besides, he wasn't sure how much
longer Lee was going to be able to reason with Kenny to let him stay.
So, after Lee left the mansion to scavenge for supplies in the city, Ben
figured now would be his only real chance at getting some privacy with Kenny,
seeing as how Lee and him were thick as thieves. Ben headed out to the backyard
where Kenny would undoubtedly be working on the boat and psyched himself up for
the impending confrontation. Ben still wasn't sure what he was going to say or
do to make this all water under the bridge, he just knew he had to do this. He
had to make this right... Somehow.
The teen could see the older man moving around in the shed, rummaging around
for tools and what not. Ben took a deep breath and approached Kenny carefully,
trying to remain as calm as possible despite how terrified he really was. Kenny
could be a scary son of a bitch sometimes, that much is true, but there was a
part of him that was still civil and Ben was really hoping he'd be able to get
through to that more civil side.
Ben clears his throat softly to make his presence known and is immediately met
with a look of derision.
"What the hell do you want?" Kenny snaps, gripping the wrench in his hand tight
until his knuckles turn white.
"I wanted to apologize... Properly, this time," Ben tells him, shrinking
beneath Kenny's scornful gaze as he exudes the image of submission. "I came to
make amends."
"Haven't you done enough already?" Kenny retorts, scowling just at the sight of
Ben.
"Please, I just want to make things right," Ben confesses, voice heavy with
regret and guilt.
"And what? You think helping out with a few chores is gonna somehow make up for
the lives you destroyed?" Kenny scolds, raising his voice just enough to get
his point across without actually attracting the attention of any walkers
happening by.
"No, I don't," Ben admits, hanging his head down in defeat and crossing his
arms across his chest. "But I'll do anything and everything you ask. You can
even hurt me if it makes you feel better and I won't protest."
"Is that the kind of person you think I am?" Kenny questions, stepping up to
Ben.
"No..." Ben says slowly, choosing his words carefully. "But I wouldn't blame
you if you wanted to hurt me."
Kenny's face creases into a scowl and he stalks up to Ben, grabbing the dumb
kid by his letterman jacket and pinning him to the shed wall. Kenny balls up a
fist and winds it back, causing Ben to squeeze his eyes shut as he braces
himself for the blow he knows is coming. But when Kenny doesn't punch him the
young man is at a loss.
He looks up at Kenny with wide eyes, noting how the older man's face shifts
from a scowl to a somewhat apologetic expression. Ben can't quite place the
emotion that flits over Kenny's face, but it makes his heart race. One of the
hands gripping at Ben's jacket flattens out to rest against his chest and Kenny
holds his gaze for the longest moment before he looks away out of shame. Kenny
lets go of the young man's jacket and backs away from him slightly, shaking his
head to clear it.
"Just leave me alone, kid," Kenny mumbles as he turns back towards the boat,
leaving Ben breathing shallowly.
"You're not gonna hit me? Not even once?" Ben inquires because he can't keep
his mouth shut.
Kenny turns back to him and is on Ben in an instant, wrapping a hand around his
neck and slamming him against the creaking wooden wall. Ben's face lights up
and his veins pumped with adrenaline as Kenny became more assertive, pressing
his body hard against the scrawny one beneath him.
"Is that what you want?" Kenny demands in a low growl. "You want me to hit you
until you're spitting out teeth?"
"It's what I deserve, isn't it?" Ben replies, inching up on the tips of his
toes when Kenny squeezes his neck a little harder.
"You deserve a lot worse," Kenny scolds, holding Ben firmly with his calloused
grip.
"You're right," Ben concurs, squirming under Kenny's grasp when the older man
slots his leg between Ben's.
When Kenny does this Ben notices, much to his shame, that he's aroused by the
force and dominance Kenny gives off when he's angry. It also doesn't help that
Kenny exploits this fact by nudging his leg between Ben's thighs. At first Ben
thinks that maybe Kenny hasn't noticed his arousal, but when a knowing smirk
graces the other man's moustached face, Ben knows he's mistaken.
"You don't seem too scared," Kenny deduces, dropping his voice to a husky
murmur. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say this sorta thing gets you hot.
Being roughed up and threatened. I don't even need to hit you, do I? You're
practically begging for it."
Ben keens when Kenny grinds his own hips into Ben's, feeling the hardness of
the older man rubbing incessantly against the top of his thigh. Ben's mouth
falls open, but no sound comes out as Kenny squeezes his throat a little
tighter than before. It's enough to silence the boy, but not enough to actually
choke him.
"You still want my forgiveness?" Kenny asks, heart pounding in his chest and
breath coming out in shallow pants.
"Of course."
"And you'll do anything I ask?" Kenny demands with a firmer voice to get his
point across.
"Yes!" Ben exclaims just an octave above a whisper. "Anything!"
"Well then, let's see if you're full'a shit or not," Kenny comments.
Just then, Kenny releases the boy from his grip and spins him around so Ben's
back is to him. Kenny pushes a hand to the side of Ben's head, shoving his face
roughly into the wood of the shed wall. Ben winces at the slight discomfort of
the wood scraping along his cheek, but figures that this is the least painful
part in retrospect. This is nothing compared to what's about to happen.
His pants and underwear are pulled down roughly in one swift motion, springing
his already hard cock free from it's confines. Ben can hear a rustling of
clothing behind him, knowing this to be Kenny undoing his pants, and his heart
rate picks up gradually. Ben tries to look back at the older man, but every
time his face is pushed back into unforgiving wood.
Kenny keeps one hand on the side of Ben's head as he finishes shucking down his
filthy jeans to pull out his own hard member. Ben can't see how big it is, even
as he strains his eyes to look out of the corner of them, but it doesn't matter
either way, does it? It's going to hurt no matter how much heat Kenny's
packing. Ben knows he's screwed, in more ways than one, and he knows it's what
he deserves.
Kenny spits into his palm in an attempt to ease the way a little, even if it's
ultimately worthless, and strokes the saliva along his erection. Ben shudders
at the sound, knowing this is going to be one of the worst things he's ever
experienced, but he couldn't back out now. This is the price he has to pay for
the lives he's indirectly ruined. Kenny kicks Ben's legs apart and pulls his
lower half towards him more to spread him out more.
Ben braces his hands against the wooden wall as he feels Kenny place the tip of
his cock at his tightly puckered entrance. He flinches by reflex, noting just
how dry it feels against his sensitive skin, and bites down on his bottom lip
in preparation for what's to come. Kenny rubs his cock up and down the length
of Ben's crevice, lingering in his actions a little as if to tease the teen,
before he finally decides to push in unannounced.
The initial thrust inward is shallow and makes Ben clench his body even more.
Ben calls out in a fit of pain before Kenny's hand slides over his mouth to
silence his cries from any walkers or prying ears. Ben is somewhat thankful for
this as it stills Kenny's hips momentarily to give him a bit of a breather. But
as sure as the sun rises in the east, Kenny is back to forcing his cock inside
of Ben with more shallow thrusts.
A sob gets caught in the pit of Ben's throat and the corners of his eyes
prickle with tears as Kenny jaggedly slides the rest of the way inside of the
young boy. Ben is sure something inside of him tears because he can feel his
tight ring of muscle throb painfully and a trickle of warmth tickling his more
sensitive areas of skin. In the end, no matter how hard he tries to swallow it
down, Ben's pain gets the better of him and he starts to cry into Kenny's palm.
"How pathetic," Kenny comments when he feels Ben sniveling all over the hand he
has over Ben's mouth to keep him quiet. "Only pansies cry. Toughen up and take
it like a man, you little whore."
I deserve this, thinks Ben. I'm not a man.
Ben scratches at the wall, all the while thinking that he's being fucked like
the little bitch he is, because that's what Kenny sees him as right now. He's
nothing more than a burden, a warm fucktoy at most, but worthless to the group
nonetheless. Kenny drills this point home as he violently thrusts into Ben's
body with such force that Ben thinks the older man might actually fuck him
through the wall.
The man is all pent up testosterone and hate, sparing no mercy even as Ben sobs
unabashedly from how unpleasant it is for him. But after a while of this
constant stabbing pain of being violently fucked into, Ben's body becomes numb
to most sensations. Kenny's thrusting even feels a little smoother than it had
before, but that's mostly due to the fact that Ben was bleeding from between
his thighs.
Even through all the pain, however, Ben was still hard as a rock and in need of
some attention. He doesn't dare touch himself though, because he doesn't
deserve such relief. Especially not when he's being brutally fucked by the man
whose family is dead because of him. So Ben lets things happen as they're
supposed to and chokes on his pathetic little whimpers as Kenny slams harder
into him.
"I think I like you better like this," Kenny grunts into Ben's ear with a
satisfied smirk, letting his hand drop from Ben's mouth. "You're a nice fuck,
shitbird. I'll give ya that."
Kenny fists a hand in Ben's sandy brown hair and yanks back on it so hard that
Ben has to crane his head back along with it, leaving the pale column of his
neck exposed. His adam's apple bobs with each nervous swallow as Kenny uses his
hair as leverage to thrust harder. Kenny keeps this up until Ben's legs start
to tremble from strain, relishing each hiccup and gasp of pain Ben produces.
Kenny grips the underside of one of Ben's thighs and hoists it up to reposition
himself and thrusts even deeper than before, making Ben sob and himself grunt
with pleasure. Ben can feel every stab and twitch of Kenny's cock as it tears
into him with each thrust and he knows it won't be long now until Kenny's
finished with him. Until he becomes useless once again.
All Ben can think about is how pathetic he'll look as he's rubbing one out in
the bathroom, thinking of Kenny's cock inside him once he's done here.
Not long after Kenny reaches orgasm, not even bothering to pull out as he comes
deep inside of Ben's trembling and sensitive body. Ben can feel the warmth, a
mixture of come and blood, spread throughout his lower half and he shivers at
the biological feel of it all. It's not exactly unpleasant or uncomfortable,
despite the circumstances, it's just an odd feeling that he hopes he doesn't
have to get used to. But he has been wrong before.
"I guess you are good for something after all," Kenny compliments, sliding out
of Ben's tense body with a groan. "I think next time I'll have your mouth."
"N-Next time?" Ben stutters, shuffling away to pull his pants up his trembling
legs and ignoring the blood and come that runs down his thighs.
"Yeah, next time," Kenny repeats with some irritation in his tone. "Last time I
checked I had a wife and a son. One quick fuck in a shed ain't enough to atone
for that."
When Ben finally turns around he's able to get a good look at Kenny's half hard
cock and instantly wonders how the hell he took something that big without
proper bedside ettiquete. Ben's face is beet red and his pants feel extra
uncomfortable with the added mixture of blood, come, and a throbbing hard on as
Kenny's puts himself away.
"Now get outta my face," Kenny barks, shooing the kid away with a lazy gesture.
"You're sniveling makes me sick."
It's a blow to his already shattered pride, but Ben accepts it and does as he's
told anyway. He never expected Kenny to be gentle with him, to be fair he
didn't know what he was expecting, but Ben guesses he prefers it if it's
violent and unforgiving.
After all, it's what he deserves.
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