Well uh, I guess I filled this. This is the first thing like this I've ever written, so who the fuck knows.

Content warning for non-consensual sex, general filth, and pretty much what it says in the prompt.

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Trying to make it back to the ship while the city's nighttime curfew was in effect had obviously been a bad idea, but there hadn’t really been any other option. If they missed their window of opportunity for getting off planet, then not only would they been in even deeper bantha shit, but the mission would be a total failure.

Now it might be a failure anyway. The bulk of the military presence on this planet was made up of locals, folded in with the Imperial garrisons. However, this fact doesn't seem to have made them any more inclined towards leniency, at least not this patrol group.

Bodhi, Jyn, and Cassian are marched efficiently back to the guardhouse, a small outposting comprised of little more than a sparse room and a holding cell. They're searched roughly, and their weapons confiscated, tossed carelessly onto the table. When that's done and they've been pushed into a cluster, the man in charge turns to address them.

"Breaking curfew carries consequences, of course" he drawls. "We'll have to alert the garrison commander. Unless...." he trails off deliberately.

Cassian clenches his jaw. So bribery is an option. Considering their situation, it's the best possible scenario.

"Unless what?" Jyn asks bluntly.

The captain smiles, predatory. "Well you see, it's a tough job we have here. Boring, monotonous… you understand. So perhaps if you provide a little entertainment for us, we'll find a way to work this out without it going any further."

"Entertainment," Bodhi repeats, hints of confusion and concern at the edge of his voice.

Glancing around, Cassian takes in the leering glances of the other men, and braces himself. Their ticket out of here might not be a pleasant one, but it's still the best option.

"What is it you are looking for," Cassian asks, carefully controlling his voice to sound compliant, slightly desperate. As far as these men know they're just civilians caught out too late, and it's crucial that it stays that way. "I'm happy to be of service to you if my friends and I will be allowed to go afterwards."

Jyn catches his eye, the question what do you think you're doing? evident without her speaking. Cassian can't explain himself now. She'll have to understand why he's doing this.

"Excellent," the leader says, his grin widening. "We'll begin then. Remove your clothes."

Cassian thinks about insisting that this not happen in front of Jyn and Bodhi: the idea of them witnessing whatever they plan to make him do makes the whole thing sound even less bearable. But he doubts that they'll allow it, and besides, putting them in the holding cell would block their view, but not their knowledge of what was going on outside.
One of the other men in nodded over to release his binders, and when his hands are freed Cassian does as he was told, stepping away from Jyn and Bodhi and stripping off his jacket, tunic, and pants. His left arm throbs–he'd blocked a blow aimed at his face earlier that day, and he's beginning to worry that his forearm may have been fractured. There's nothing to be done about it now though, other than trying not to worsen the injury.

"Skinny fucker, in't he," Cassian hears one of the men comment derisively.

The captain motions his head impatiently, and Cassian pulls off his undershorts, dropping them onto the pile of his clothes. The soldier pulls his arms behind him and replaces the binders, sending sharp pain through his injured arm. Cassian keeps his gaze forward, doesn't look back towards Jyn and Bodhi, doesn't think about them watching this. It's not that he's shy about his body, there's no space for that type of sentiment in his life, but part of him cares deeply about their regard for him, and the thought of what they will think of him watching this is a knot in his gut.

"Woah, wait, no," Bodhi is saying, "Cassian."

There's not really any good way to reassure them that this is alright, that this is the best option and he's willing enough to do this. Jyn, thankfully, at least understands enough to stay quiet.

He remains silent, and the captain crowds into his space and grabs his shoulders, pushing him down. Cassian complies and goes down to his knees. It's clear enough what is wanted from him, and when the man pulls his cock from his pants, Cassian takes it in his mouth without letting himself think about it.

It's hard to balance with his hands cuffed, and his knees ache on the hard floor, and Cassian concentrates on those sensations. He's done this enough times that it's not hard to disengage himself from the act as he sucks obediently, gags on occasion when the captain thrusts hard. Finally, the captain comes, a hot burst down the back of Cassian's throat, and Cassian swallows.
The man steps back, tucking himself back into his pants. There are five other men in the group. It's manageable, Cassian thinks as the next steps towards him.

The last two pull out of his mouth to come on his face, laughing. Cassian clamps down hard on the shame that's rising as he contemplates himself; naked, submissive, come streaked across his face and caught in the fringe of his hair. His jaw aches and his throat feels raw.

He tries not to let any of it show, keeps his expression passive and watches the leader of the group, trying to gauge how much farther this is going to go.

"What to you think, guys?" the captain asks the rest of the men. "Anyone have any ideas?"

"Make the other boy fuck him," one of the men suggests.
"No," Cassian says sharply, struggling a little to keep his manner compliant. If this is going to work, they can't afford to piss their captors off. "Keep them out of it. Please," he asks.

"I'll fuck you," another man says with a grin, "but you won't like it." He had been the roughest of all the men, grabbing Cassian's hair and yanking him forward as he had fucked his face.

"No." This time it's Bodhi who speaks. Cassian looks back towards him, and recognizes the expression that Bodhi gets when he's terrified by determined go forward with something. "I'll do it. If–if you'd rather, Cassian."

Cassian didn't want them involved. He had agreed to this, this was something he was willing to do, but not Bodhi.

But kriff it, Cassian would rather it be Bodhi, who he trusts, who isn't going hurt him like the other man clearly intends to.

"Are you sure?" he asks quietly. "You don't have to."

"Yeah," Bodhi says, "yeah, I'm sure."

They uncuff Bodhi's hands, and he moves towards Cassian, who's still kneeling. Bodhi looks at Cassian's face, then pulls his sleeve down over his hand, and gently wipes off the worst of the mess.

"I need lube," Bodhi says determinedly, looking towards the captain.

The captain shakes his head. “No you don’t,” he answers casually.

Bastards, Cassian thinks as he sees Bodhi gulp.

"Okay," Bodhi says quietly to Cassian, "okay, Cassian, tell me how to make this more okay for you."

Cassian gives him a tiny nod, and Bodhi kneels down behind Cassian.

"Like this?" Bodhi asks.

Cassian's knees are somehow both numb and on fire with pain by now, but with his hands still in binders there aren't many options. Lying down feels even more vulnerable, and he's not sure he could keep his balance on his feet. "Yes," he tells Bodhi.

"Okay," Bodhi says. Cassian hears him put his fingers in his mouth, wetting them as much as possible. Bodhi's other hand moves to rest gently on Cassian's hip. "Okay, ready?" Bodhi asks, his voice slightly unsteady.

"I'm ready," Cassian answers tersely.

Bodhi's gentle, of course, but it's still uncomfortable. Cassian does his best to relax, to breathe, as Bodhi works first one and then two fingers into his ass. Bodhi withdraws, spits on his hand again, and then pushes in three fingers, the hand on Cassian's hip holding him steady.

"Alright," the voice of the captain jerks both their attentions back up to their surroundings. "Enough of that. Get on with it."

Bodhi doesn’t respond, but he undoes his pants and pushes them down his thighs, and Cassian hears him trying to quickly rub himself into arousal. Then he spits a few more times, and moves up close behind Cassian. "Okay?" he asks again.

Cassian nods, and Bodhi begins to push his cock slowly into Cassian. Spit is a poor substitute for proper lubrication, and despite Bodhi's best efforts with his fingers Cassian can feel himself stretching painfully around Bodhi's cock. The discomfort only makes it harder to relax his body and not resist as Bodhi continues to push further into him.

He realizes he's been making a quiet hiss of pain when Bodhi whispers "sorry," and starts to withdraw a little.

"It's fine," Cassian tells Bodhi, trying to sound reassuring and not strained. "Just keep going."

Bodhi obeys, continuing to move slowly back and forth inside Cassian, working himself gradually deeper, both hands on Cassian's hips now. There's still way too much friction for it to be pleasant for either of them, but the pain lessens a couple fractions as Cassian's muscles slowly adapt.

"It's gonna take you a long time to get anywhere at that speed boy," one of the soldiers remarks.

Bodhi pauses for a moment. Cassian guesses the man is right, and that as he suspected, they won't let this end until Bodhi comes fucking him.