Pluto couldn't stand to look at him, stand to give him the satisfaction
of seeing the disgust and self hatred laced within every pore of Pluto's
face. A head of shame fell to the surface of the table, burying itself
in trembling arms. Each of the teasing movements Jupiter performed
was met with a squirm. His body wanted more each time the tip of
the planet's dick brushed against him, but his mind was pleading for
self control.
Clenching his fists, Pluto dug his teeth into his bottom lip as Jupiter
requested he repeat his cursings. While there wasn't much control
he had in the situation, he wouldn't give Jupiter the satisfaction of doing
what he wanted. The position they were in made it easy for Pluto to hide --
he'd just stay face down the entire time, quiet, hidden -- not being forced
to satisfy Jupiter any further than he already has to.
Just as Pluto began to relax in the slightest, he felt every boundary he had
be broken in one rough thrust. That thin, pale back of his curved in the most
defined arch, legs kicking and flailing as he let out a scream of agony. Liquid
the color of the galaxy slipped from Pluto's mouth, thin and runny, mixed with
drool. The ball of rock and ice had bitten through his lip in surprise, but the
pain Jupiter was providing was much more prominent. A few broken sobs
left Pluto's mouth, and his body struggled to slump back into its humiliated,
face down position. He just wanted to hide his face -- everything would go
much faster if he just closed his eyes. Shaking violently, both from pleasure,
anxiety, humiliation, and pain, Pluto finally forced his face back into his
tense arms. As much as he tried to muffle himself, the sound of wet, bloody
sobbing could be heard from the stiff planet.
He just wanted it to go faster -- to be over.
He hated this, and he hated Jupiter.