A Fucking Big Boss

Leon Kennedy awoke in a dark, damp cell.

Cold air crept over his sweat-drenched skin. Heavy chains bound his wrists to the cold stone wall, leaving red marks on his flesh. Every movement felt like an unbearable burden, but the pain from his swollen belly was far more excruciating.

Leon’s breath was heavy and uneven. Each inhalation brought stabbing pain, a reminder that his baby was about to be born. It had been months since he was captured by an unknown group, treated worse than an animal. They showed him no mercy, no respite.

Every day, Leon Kennedy was forced to kneel on the cold stone floor, his body shackled by heavy chains. His movements were restricted, and he had no choice but to endure the cruel treatment he received. His captors, eyes filled with lust, surrounded him, savoring every moment of his suffering. Once a tough agent, Leon was now treated like a dog, forced to crawl on the floor, fed scraps like a wild animal.

Every act he endured was filled with humiliation. But the most painful was how they made him an object of their lust. The cruel guards and even the Big Boss himself treated him as a mere object, indifferent to his pain and humiliation. His body was no longer his own, but a tool for their gratification.

Time passed, and Leon began to realize he was pregnant. His growing belly was evidence of the atrocities committed against him. Yet, he did not know who the father of the child was. Everyone there, from the guards to the Big Boss, had violated him. Every day was a new hell, where he was forced to accept a fate he never imagined.

Now the contractions came more frequently, waves of pain radiating from his belly to his lower back. Leon felt cold sweat trickling down his temple. He tried to control his breathing, to calm himself amid the horrific situation. He knew the time was near, but fear overshadowed his thoughts—how could he give birth in a place like this?

The cell door creaked open, its ominous sound echoing in the confined space. A guard entered, his footsteps heavy on the stone floor. He looked at Leon with a sinister smile, his eyes gleaming with cruelty. "What, in pain? Is it time for your little pup to be born?" he sneered, kicking an empty food bowl towards Leon.

Leon remained silent as the bowl hit his face, enduring the intensifying pain of the contractions. "Please... I need help," his voice hoarse, laden with suffering.

The guard merely smirked, approaching and then kicking Leon's belly hard, sending him crashing to the floor. "You think we care? Just give birth here, like the wild animal you are."

A wave of excruciating pain immediately followed, making the previously painful contractions unbearable. He bit his lip, trying to stifle the groan that escaped his mouth. His belly felt like it was being squeezed from within, and he knew the time was drawing near.

The guard laughed, satisfied with Leon’s agony, before stepping out of the cell. Before the cell door closed, heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor. A tall figure with an undeniable aura of dominance appeared—Big Boss, the leader of the kidnappers. He wore a neat black suit, a stark contrast to the filthy darkness of the cell.

Big Boss approached, his eyes cold and filled with disdain as he looked down at Leon lying on the floor. "Leon Kennedy," his deep, intimidating voice resonated, "you look weak. Perhaps it's time for you to fulfill another purpose."

Leon tried to speak, but the pain trapped his voice in his throat. He looked at Big Boss with eyes full of fear and pain, hoping that perhaps, however small, there was mercy behind the cruel mask.

"Get up," Big Boss commanded, yanking the chain that restrained Leon, forcing him to stand despite his trembling body. "You're coming with me."

Leon staggered, the worsening contractions making every step feel like hell. But he had no choice; he had to follow Big Boss out of the cell. They walked down a long, gloomy corridor, eventually arriving at a large door leading to Big Boss’s private quarters.

Upon entering, Leon hoped, albeit faintly, that he might be granted some mercy, perhaps the medical help he so desperately needed. However, that hope was shattered as Big Boss approached, pulling Leon’s body towards him with irresistible force.

"I didn’t call you here to give birth," Big Boss said slyly, his hand roughly grabbing Leon’s body. "You’re here to serve me."

Leon stood before Big Boss, his body trembling, the intensified contractions making it nearly impossible to stand upright. His gaze was a mix of fear and hatred. He knew what was being asked of him, and he knew he couldn’t do it. "I won’t do it," he said hoarsely, his breath heavy and broken.

Big Boss approached with a cold gaze, a sly smile playing on his lips. "You’re truly stubborn, Kennedy," he said softly, but the threat was clear. "But I can make you obedient."

Before Leon could react, Big Boss's hard fist struck his face, sending him reeling back. Pain radiated from his bruised cheek, but the most horrifying was when Big Boss’s large hand grabbed his swollen belly, squeezing with enough force to make Leon scream in agony. The contractions grew stronger, the pressure making him nearly faint.

Leon fell to his knees, gasping for breath. His weakened body couldn’t fight back, and the crushing pain in his belly drained his strength. Tears streamed down his face, not just from the physical pain but from the profound humiliation.

Leon knelt weakly on the floor, his breath ragged as the pain continued to wrack his body. He tried to lift his head, but could only look at Big Boss with an unhidden glare of hatred. Yet, Big Boss only smiled coldly, relishing the despair radiating from Leon’s eyes.

"An animal like you," Big Boss said, crouching before Leon, calmly reaching for something from the nearby table, "needs to be kept leashed to know its place and obey its master."

Slowly, he revealed a thick, sturdy black leather collar. The smile on Big Boss’s face widened as he approached Leon, fastening the collar around his neck. The rough leather scraped against Leon’s skin, rubbing cruelly as it was tightened.

Leon squirmed, trying to resist despite his weakened body. But every movement only made the collar press harder against his skin, choking his breath. The sense of degradation and humiliation engulfed him, more painful than the physical suffering he had endured.

Big Boss pulled the collar tightly, lifting Leon slightly off the floor. "Now, you will obey," he said coldly. "You are mine, and you will do as I command."

Leon had no choice. His tired and aching body rendered him powerless to fight back. He could only lower his head, trying to hold back the tears welling in his eyes. Yet, deep in his heart, anger and determination to survive continued to burn. He would not forget this humiliation. And one day, he would find a way to free himself.