His fingers fumble the buckle once, slipping on the metal, but on the second try he gets it, and then he gets the zipper down. This one isn’t wearing underwear – one less step – and his uncut cock is half-hard, enough that it comes out towards his face when he parts the denim and Seborga nearly flinches, but instead he takes it in his hand. It twitches.
Seborga takes a deep breath and leans in again.
He’s ready for it, this time, ready for the taste and the smell and the feeling of having someone else’s cock in his mouth, but it isn’t much easier than the first time. Maybe it’s worse, because the first time he didn’t have any idea what to expect, he was just trying not to choke and not really thinking about it, but now…
He block out the world around him, his focus narrowing down to this. No sound, not his friends’ voices, just the taste, the smell, the hand on the back of his neck and the flesh in his mouth. If he tries not to think about what he’s doing – but he can’t not think about what he’s doing, it’s never been his way. He’s kneeling here and sucking off a man who would gladly rape a child, and he’s doing it as well as he can manage. This man had a knife to Kugelmugel’s ear, and Seborga has to please him.
He bobs his head a little, tentatively. It seems to work. He sucks a bit harder, licks over a swollen vein that presses against his tongue. The man above him grunts softly, pleased.
A hand lands on his back, on the curve of his ribs just under his shoulder. It comes out of nowhere. Seborga jolts before he can help it, and swallows down cold fear with the taste of pre-come. There’s someone standing behind him, bending over him, and he didn’t even hear him approaching, but now he’s looming over Seborga and there’s no way out, no space around him, he’s crowded in between two men and both of them are touching him.
I can’t flinch. It wouldn’t do any good anyway.
But oh, he wants to. He wants to vanish into the floor. He wants to not be here.
He opens his mouth around the cock in it and sucks in a deep, quick breath before he goes back to sucking.
“’E’s got pretty skin.” The man behind him drags his hand roughly down Seborga’s back, to his hip. Seborga tries to keep his breathing steady, such as it is. He knew this was coming. “What’s his mouth like?”
The other one grunts. “He sucks like a virgin. Pick it up, boy!” Seborga winces, and lowers his head as far as he can, until the tip of the man’s cock is almost triggering his gag reflex. He doesn’t think he can take any more, not without throwing up – but if they think about going after one of the others, he’s going to have to try.
“His ass’ll be better, then.” Another hand suddenly lands on his side, making Seborga twitch as he tries to suck harder. “Probably never even had anything up here!”
Both of those broad, strong, sweat-sticky hands slide back, over his rear, pulling him open, exposing him. Seborga feels warmth in his face and knows that he’s blushing, glad nobody can see. He knew it was coming, but it’s an instinctive reaction – nobody should be touching him there, they shouldn’t. His eyes are stinging and he closes them, keeping the tears back so these men can’t see them, so his friends can’t see them. He closes his eyes, as if it won’t happen if he can’t see it.
But it will, of course it will. Closing his eyes doesn’t make the hands on him stop. They just – touch against him – and then one hand leaves and Seborga manages to breathe, getting another choking taste – and then that hand comes back and then it’s – and then there are fingers touching and then they’re inside him, they’re inside him, they’re, they’re in his body and, and they shouldn’t be, they’re huge and rough and Seborga thinks he can feel himself tearing as they move around. He tries to throw his head back, to take his mouth off the cock in front of him and beg “Please, wait,” but there’s a hand on the back of his neck and he can’t, and he can’t anyway, not without dooming his friends.
Deep breaths, Seborga.
Ohnoohnoohno - and the fingers pull out, and here it comes.
It hurts. Seborga can’t hold back a harsh cry of pain as it shoves into him, forcing him open, deep inside where it shouldn’t be. He has to take his hands away from the other man’s hips and brace them against the floor, leaning on them to keep himself up as the pain and the invasion steals the strength from his back. The concrete bites into his fingers and palms again, but he scarcely notices. The man behind him lets out a deep groan and starts moving, shoving his hips roughly against Seborga’s so that the open zipper scrapes his skin, and every thrust pushes Seborga forward.
It hurts. It hurts, and it’s worse than he expected. It’s strange and frightening to have something so deep inside him, especially when it’s somebody who wants to hurt him.
But he can do this. He has to do this.
It’s scary. It’s bad. But so are lots of other things, and he’s done those. He can handle this.
He starts sucking again, even though every movement of the man behind him makes him want to shriek in pain. He’s good at ignoring pain, when he has to. He can’t keep his lungs from trying to drag in pained gasps of air, but he manages to keep his mouth moving. He forces his tongue to press against the cock in his mouth. He forces himself to rock his head. He takes in as much as he can.
It’s the man behind him who comes first, though, and pulls away to leave Seborga exposed on the concrete floor, with cold air brushing over the trails of sticky blood down his thighs.
AN: Sorry that this update took such a long time. It was like pulling teeth. Also sorry for quality.
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This Gift I Offer (3b/?)
(Anonymous) 2013-05-30 12:42 pm (UTC)(link)His fingers fumble the buckle once, slipping on the metal, but on the second try he gets it, and then he gets the zipper down. This one isn’t wearing underwear – one less step – and his uncut cock is half-hard, enough that it comes out towards his face when he parts the denim and Seborga nearly flinches, but instead he takes it in his hand. It twitches.
Seborga takes a deep breath and leans in again.
He’s ready for it, this time, ready for the taste and the smell and the feeling of having someone else’s cock in his mouth, but it isn’t much easier than the first time. Maybe it’s worse, because the first time he didn’t have any idea what to expect, he was just trying not to choke and not really thinking about it, but now…
He block out the world around him, his focus narrowing down to this. No sound, not his friends’ voices, just the taste, the smell, the hand on the back of his neck and the flesh in his mouth. If he tries not to think about what he’s doing – but he can’t not think about what he’s doing, it’s never been his way. He’s kneeling here and sucking off a man who would gladly rape a child, and he’s doing it as well as he can manage. This man had a knife to Kugelmugel’s ear, and Seborga has to please him.
He bobs his head a little, tentatively. It seems to work. He sucks a bit harder, licks over a swollen vein that presses against his tongue. The man above him grunts softly, pleased.
A hand lands on his back, on the curve of his ribs just under his shoulder. It comes out of nowhere. Seborga jolts before he can help it, and swallows down cold fear with the taste of pre-come. There’s someone standing behind him, bending over him, and he didn’t even hear him approaching, but now he’s looming over Seborga and there’s no way out, no space around him, he’s crowded in between two men and both of them are touching him.
I can’t flinch. It wouldn’t do any good anyway.
But oh, he wants to. He wants to vanish into the floor. He wants to not be here.
He opens his mouth around the cock in it and sucks in a deep, quick breath before he goes back to sucking.
“’E’s got pretty skin.” The man behind him drags his hand roughly down Seborga’s back, to his hip. Seborga tries to keep his breathing steady, such as it is. He knew this was coming. “What’s his mouth like?”
The other one grunts. “He sucks like a virgin. Pick it up, boy!” Seborga winces, and lowers his head as far as he can, until the tip of the man’s cock is almost triggering his gag reflex. He doesn’t think he can take any more, not without throwing up – but if they think about going after one of the others, he’s going to have to try.
“His ass’ll be better, then.” Another hand suddenly lands on his side, making Seborga twitch as he tries to suck harder. “Probably never even had anything up here!”
Oh no oh no oh no…
This Gift I Offer (3c/?)
(Anonymous) 2013-05-30 12:43 pm (UTC)(link)But it will, of course it will. Closing his eyes doesn’t make the hands on him stop. They just – touch against him – and then one hand leaves and Seborga manages to breathe, getting another choking taste – and then that hand comes back and then it’s – and then there are fingers touching and then they’re inside him, they’re inside him, they’re, they’re in his body and, and they shouldn’t be, they’re huge and rough and Seborga thinks he can feel himself tearing as they move around. He tries to throw his head back, to take his mouth off the cock in front of him and beg “Please, wait,” but there’s a hand on the back of his neck and he can’t, and he can’t anyway, not without dooming his friends.
Deep breaths, Seborga.
Ohnoohnoohno - and the fingers pull out, and here it comes.
It hurts. Seborga can’t hold back a harsh cry of pain as it shoves into him, forcing him open, deep inside where it shouldn’t be. He has to take his hands away from the other man’s hips and brace them against the floor, leaning on them to keep himself up as the pain and the invasion steals the strength from his back. The concrete bites into his fingers and palms again, but he scarcely notices. The man behind him lets out a deep groan and starts moving, shoving his hips roughly against Seborga’s so that the open zipper scrapes his skin, and every thrust pushes Seborga forward.
It hurts. It hurts, and it’s worse than he expected. It’s strange and frightening to have something so deep inside him, especially when it’s somebody who wants to hurt him.
But he can do this. He has to do this.
It’s scary. It’s bad. But so are lots of other things, and he’s done those. He can handle this.
He starts sucking again, even though every movement of the man behind him makes him want to shriek in pain. He’s good at ignoring pain, when he has to. He can’t keep his lungs from trying to drag in pained gasps of air, but he manages to keep his mouth moving. He forces his tongue to press against the cock in his mouth. He forces himself to rock his head. He takes in as much as he can.
It’s the man behind him who comes first, though, and pulls away to leave Seborga exposed on the concrete floor, with cold air brushing over the trails of sticky blood down his thighs.
AN: Sorry that this update took such a long time. It was like pulling teeth. Also sorry for quality.
Re: This Gift I Offer (3c/?)
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