welcome to our blog! this blog is run by two queer writers with the purpose of just getting our brainthoughts out on paper and hopefully having some fun with other people. how about we introduce ourselves?
THE WRITERS
hey - i'm mod tron!
i'm an ace trans man and enjoy torturing gay people i made up. all of the posts i write and reblog will be tagged with #mod tron. i use he/him pronouns and really like unicorns. all the replies i make from this sideblog will have a unicorn emoji - 🦄 to denote that it's me!
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howdy! i'm mod marm, short for marmalade or marmite or whatever you want it to be short for. whatever your heart desires.
i'm also a transmasc ace with a knack for doing too much research on kinks that interest me. everything i write/rb will be tagged with #mod marm to denote it's me! i go by he/rot pronouns and am an enjoyer of gore and violence and don't shy away from being gratuitous when it suits the occasion. all my replies from this sideblog will be with the 🐊 emoji to show that's one from me!
THE CONTENT
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“What of it?” Luno snapped. “I wish to never be perceived by another set of eyes again. I cast this body away long ago, and it returns to haunt me like an incessant ghost.”
Lars shrugged.
“You can't get rid of yourself’n still exist.” he replied. “You just look more like an old mutt than you already did.”
Luno seemed to flinch.
“Don't call me that.”
A smile hinted on the corners of Lars' mouth.
“Oh, what’sa matter? I know a big bad wolf like you ain't afraid of little old me.” he purred. “But somethin’ tells me you ain't about to huff’n puff’n blow my house down.”
Luno glared at him.
“I am not an animal.”
“That's rich comin’ from you. Wasn't me runnin’ ‘round in the wilderness for half a decade.” Lars said. He reached up and ran a hand up Luno's neck, his hand coming to rest on his cheek. “You ain't nothin’ but a big puppy, ain't you?”
“No.” Luno snapped, returning from the edge of melting into Lars' touch. “I am not a dog.”
“Just a big ol’ mutt waitin’ for his owner, hmm? Big, strong workin’ dog keepin’ the coyotes away from the herd?” Lars continued. His free hand toyed with the bottom of Luno's shirt. “A loyal, good pup like you ought to have a spot with his master.”
Luno's breath hitched in his throat as Lars' thumb hooked around the waist of his slacks.
“Y-You are no master of mine.” he answered, though there was a note of uncertainty in his voice. “I am no domesticated thing.”
Lars carefully unhooked Luno's belt.
“Quit lyin’ to yourself, Moony.” he said, pulling him closer to his own level. Their faces were inches apart, and Luno could feel his cheeks burning. “Hardworkin’ pups like you ought’a know they're made for service.”
Lars unclasped the buttons on his own shirt, letting it fall to the floor before leaning forward and gently joining his and Luno's lips together. Luno's heart skipped a beat.
When they separated, Lars eased Luno's shirt off, running a hand up his chest.
Then, without warning, shoved him down onto the plush cushions of the bed behind them. Luno stared back at him, wide-eyed.
“You are a devil!” he hissed. “You see me in such a state and–”
“Shh.” Lars interrupted. He climbed over Luno until he straddled his waist, chuckling a bit. “You're already so well trained. Look how quick I can shut you up.”
He placed his hands on Luno's stomach, burying his fingers into the soft fur that coated his entire body. Beneath the skin lay powerful muscle made strong by eons of hard manual labor, but it was weak under his touch. Luno's breathing quickened as Lars ran his hands in slow circles.
“You're so funny, Moony.” he purred. “I’d give you a Milkbone if I had one in my back pocket. Bet a pup like you’ll want a treat after workin’ so hard.”
Lars moved one hand down and pulled Luno's belt from his slacks, then leaned closer. His other hand gently ran one of Luno's ears between his thumb and the rest of his fingers.
“I-I’m n-not your dog.” Luno insisted, but he knew his own words meant nothing.
“I ain't afraid to get dirty, but I’m above pettin’ and lovin’ on some stray, ‘n I’m smarter’n foolin’ around with a wild animal.” Lars answered. “No, you ain't no stray, ‘n you ain't wild, neither.”
As he spoke, he gently snaked the belt around Luno's neck, fastening it when it was snug.
“You ain't fightin’ me a bit.”
Luno's heart pounded in his chest. The words swam in his head and infected the folds of his brain far worse than anything Nebunie had been able to cook up. He couldn't fight Lars anymore. His inhibitions were starting to lose, but…maybe that wasn't so bad.
Lars held the belt’s excess like a leash, sitting back up. He returned to his feet, and Luno easily shed the remainder of his clothes, without even being told.
“Look how good you're being.” Lars said softly. “Why, I think I could take you to that kennel club and you'd win best in show across the board.”
He let go of the belt and places his hands on Luno's stomach again, massaging the tantalizing flesh that lay before him. Luno groaned and lay his head back, the last bits of shame he had finally wisping away like old cobwebs.
Lars relished in the rise and fall of Luno's breathing, and despite the heightening of his own desires, he wanted to make it last. When was the next time he'd have a chance at something so powerful being so vulnerable just by touch?
His hands moved down until they reached Luno's thighs, and the fur was just as soft, and the muscle just as robust.
Luno could feel his face flush again. His mouth was impossibly dry, and his arousal was horribly obvious enough that Lars took notice.
Lars gently took hold of one of Luno's paws, running his thumb over the soft pad in its center.
“You really are a beautiful specimen, y’know. Best in show ain't gonna cut it. You ain't gonna see a purebred workin’ dog anywhere else.”
He gave the paw pad a squeeze and watched the claws flex outward. Luno couldn't help but whine pathetically.
“Lars…” he managed.
“I’ve got you all worked up, don't I?” Lars teased. “Lookit you. Despite it, you're bein’ so well behaved. What'd I say about bein’ well trained?”
Lars planted a gentle kiss on the inside of Luno's leg, burying his face into his fur. His lips graced the tender warmth slowly, methodically, as he moved downward, until he'd sunk to his knees on the floor. Before him, finally, was the sensitive prize he'd been waiting for.
He grabbed hold of each of Luno's thighs and met his pet’s waiting folds with his lips, plunging his tongue inside.
Luno gasped and Lars sensed him tense, but remained firm where he was. The squirming beast in front of him would just have to deal.
He ran his tongue upward, until he finally reached the underside of Luno's clit. As soon as he passed over it, Luno shuddered and instinctively dug his hand into Lars' hair.
Lars toyed with the tender flesh he'd found himself locked with, and as he ran circles with his tongue, Luno instinctively rutted back against his face.
He smelled of lavender and coal ash. The fine fur around his loins was impossibly silky, growing damp with Lars' breath. Luno practically panted with each of the tiniest movements he felt Lars make, his free hand digging into the sheets beneath him. Breathless moaning left his throat despite his best efforts to keep himself quiet.
Lars' tongue wormed itself between Luno's soft folds, his saliva coating the warm flesh. The thrusts against his face served only as encouragement and he buried himself deeper.
Luno's tail wrapped around Lars' neck. With the missing band, it was just as soft as the rest of his body, and did even more to keep Lars exactly where he was supposed to be.
Lars felt Luno's breathing quicken even more. His kept his mouth quick and ensured no part of his pet’s nethers remained untouched, soon once again settling back on his clit.
It was just about large enough to take into his mouth, and the more he lapped at it, the heavier Luno breathed.
Luno couldn't stop himself from practically crying outward toward the ceiling, thanking whatever powers were out there that nobody else could hear him. He gritted his teeth, hardly able to keep his back from arching off of the bed.
“L-Lars, I-I…” he stammered, but he couldn't make his mouth do what he wanted it to. “I-I c-can’t…I can't…”
Lars didn't even need him to finish his sentence. A moment later, he'd reached the tipping point, and Luno couldn't help but close his legs around Lars' head as he finally reached his climax, thunderbolts of pleasure firing through his nerves.
As the wave washed over him, he relaxed his thighs, and Lars rose back to his feet and watched him lay there, entirely helpless.
“You're a good boy, pup.” Lars purred, leaning forward and rubbing on Luno's stomach again. Luno watched him in a daze, trying to recover from what had happened. “You know that? I ain't never seen none like you.”
Luno's breathing was shaky. He ran his fingers through his hair and let Lars' hands keep stroking his stomach. The tenderness of the gesture was just about as pleasurable as Lars' tongue between his legs, but it was of a different kind. Maybe he was a dog, begging for the affection of his master. What was even the point of fighting against it anymore?
“That's all you want, ain't it?” Lars purred. “You jus’ wanna hear that over and over again. You work so hard to hear your master praisin’ you for it. Ain't that right?”
Luno couldn't answer.
“I’m gonna ask you a question, pup.” Lars said, and a mischievous expression entered his face. “Who's a good boy?”
Luno’s breath hitched in his throat again. Lars kept rubbing his stomach.
“Whats’a matter, pup? Don't tell me a cat got your tongue. I’m gonna ask you again.” Lars said. “Who's a good boy?”
The words came out before Luno could stop them.
“I-I am.”
Lars grinned.
“I’m not sure I heard you.” he replied. “Who’s a good boy?!”
“I am!” Luno shouted in response, startling even himself. Lars laughed.
“That's right, you are.”
Luno had completely melted into the bed. He didn't want Lars to stop rubbing. He didn't want any of this to stop. He'd completely lost himself, but he didn't care one bit.
Lars increased the pressure on his stomach.
“Now, you done got your treat. You've got to get back to work.” he said. “Lookit. You're still riled up. Practically in heat, ain't you?”
Luno felt himself blush. Lars' pressure on his stomach didn't ease, but it didn't bother him.
“How about I go’n put a litter of puppies into you?” Lars asked. “You'll be carryin’ a whole swarm. Ain't that a nice thought? Bein’ nice’n full of little baby pups?”
Luno didn't want anything more in his entire life.
“Y-yes.” he peeped.
“You're always so quiet, Moony. I just can't hear you!” Lars said. “Tell me what you want. Tell me you wanna be a good boy for me.”
Luno's heart was racing. He couldn't stop himself, and he didn't try.
“I-I want to-to be good.”
“And?”
“I-I…I…”
Lars was patient. He squished Luno's stomach around a bit.
“Say it.” he said. “Say what you're thinking.”
Luno couldn't take it anymore.
“I-I want puppies! I want you to-to fill me with them, I w-want to have your pups!”
Lars finally unclasped his belt and let his pants drop to the floor. His erection had grown fully impatient.
“Good boy.”
Lars grabbed hold of Luno's hips, holding him down against the bed. Then, he carefully placed the tip of his cock against Luno's entrance and slipped himself inside. Luno squirmed beneath him, already gripping at the bed.
Lars let out a shaky sigh as he slowly began to move his hips in and out. His hips nestled against Luno's hindquarters as if they were both magnetic.
He further adjusted himself so that they were both comfortably on the bed. Their bodies pressed together, and Lars leaned close to Luno's face as he pumped into him.
“I knew you were no big bad wolf.” he purred. “Ain't no wolf out there that'll listen to a skinny little twig like me.”
Luno kept his grip on the sheets beneath him. Lars' methodical, patient movements were the only thing he could find himself latching his focus onto. He was just about as incapable of speech as any dog.
Lars shuddered as sensation finally met his eager cock, and in his mind, it was as if he was finally getting the spoils from a long earned, long fought victory. Luno’s delicate insides drew him even closer, and he braced himself a bit against the bed to quicken his pace.
He leaned down and gently buried his face into Luno's neck, kissing the thinner fur that covered it. Smaller kisses led him up to his jawline, and then his cheek, until they finally met in the middle again.
Luno grabbed hold of Lars' waist, his claws threatening to dig into his skin, and the two of them tasted each other's tongues as they remained locked together, exchanging hints of tobacco and whiskey. The warmth of Luno's body beneath Lars only prompted him to speed himself up until he steadily thrusted himself in and out at a comfortable pace. He broke away from the kiss and sat back up a bit, placing his hands once more on Luno's stomach.
“You really ain't so complicated, after all.” he said. “You jus’ gotta hear what you been wantin’ to hear. Ain't that right?”
Luno wanted to speak, but a pathetic whine was all that came out. As Lars' cock filled his nethers, he could practically feel an ache in his womb, his body practically begging for what Lars promised. The thought wouldn't leave his mind.
“They always say you can't teach an old dog new tricks, but I been thinkin’ that's a load of hogwash since I was a kid. I bet I could ask you to roll over’n you'd do it without a second thought.”
Luno couldn't argue, because Lars was right.
He did his best to stifle another moan, but he couldn't, and after that, he gave up trying. He didn't think in a million, billion years that he'd want something like this, but a switch in his brain had flipped. Lars had somehow convinced him that he needed to be bred.
He had to be good, right?
Lars' thrusts continued. He gritted his teeth and pounded himself into his pet with as much as he could muster. His hands stroked Luno's stomach.
“You ain't no mutt, either. You're a purebred. Bet your pedigree’s clean as a whistle.” he said. “I could bring you down to the county fair’n you'd win a beauty contest against all them poor souls any day of the week.”
One hand moved to Luno's cheek. Lars could feel himself coming undone.
“I gotta ask you again, Moony.” he purred. “You a good boy?”
Luno tried to formulate words, but his tongue still didn't do what he wanted it to. He just nodded frantically.
“Oh, come on, pup. You gonna prove it, or what?”
Luno pressed his head back into the bed, letting Lars completely claim him.
“Lars…”
“You gonna take my pups like a good boy ought?”
Luno could feel himself growing closer to a second climax. He wanted nothing more than for Lars to finish, filling him with the litter he was promised.
“I-I want to.” he managed. “Please.”
Lars grabbed onto his thighs again and gritted his teeth. His thrusts had become uneven and haphazard.
“You got one more thing you've gotta do to earn it.” he grunted.
Luno's hands balled into fists, the bedspread bunching up in his palms. He wouldn't last much longer, but that didn't matter.
“A-anything!”
Lars smiled.
“Be a good boy and come for me, pup.”
Luno gasped and cried out, letting Lars pound into him with reckless abandon. He couldn't hold on anymore, and as if Lars had command over his very body, he finally went over the edge once more, every muscle he had tensing. His legs shook and his head filled with thick gooey bliss, until he came back to rest on the bed.
Lars kept going. He held onto Luno's legs and forced himself as deep as he could, until he, too, finally came, his seed flooding into Luno's body as they both had wanted. Lars finally let out a heavy, exhausted sigh and wiped sweat from his forehead.
Luno felt Lars' cock twitching as the last few drops of cum met his insides, and they both lay there out of breath. Lars laughed tiredly.
Currently imagining having a pretty boy in heat on his hands and knees, legs held apart by a bar, a comfortable cushion tilting his hips up into the air exposing his dripping, sensitive pussy. Mounting him, feeling how wet and tight he is as I stretch him around my cock. My fangs nipping at the scruff of his neck as I pound into him, his needy whimpers urging me on. Rutting into him for what feels like hours, too focused on properly breeding his puppycunt to stop after he cums a dozen times, overstimulating him into a moaning, blissed out mess, begging me to knot him. Nearing my own climax and pulling him farther down on my dick, nearly dragging him, my claws digging into his hips. Forcing my knot into his cunt with a wet pop. Pumping rope after rope of thick cum directly against his cervix, his pussy walls spasming, milking every drop it can from my cock as he orgasms one last time. Panting & holding him close, praising him for how well he took my knot, and what a good little breeding bitch he makes.
Breed me please. Fill me with your pups. Im a mutt in heat. Shove my head into the pillow and fuck me as rough as you want. I wanna hear you groan right into my ear. Use me like a fleshlight, gripping my hips until bruises form. Im a toy for you to get off with. For you to rut into. To fill.
i am going to eat you because im hungry. youre going to die inside of me slowly and painfully and im going to enjoy every second of it. i dont care that youll be in agony. i might even forget about you the instant you make it down my throat. all you are is a warm fullness in my belly. you mean less to me than a turkey leg.
I wanna be a monster so big that it's a struggle for you to take me even while I'm still soft. Even working yourself open with a toy, even with lube and patience and pauses to deliberately relax your muscles, you're still stretched to your limit, wrapped around me tight and hot and wet.
So as I start to rock my hips, as you feel me begin to swell inside you, you start to panic. You can't break free of my grip and your struggling only turns me on more, gets me harder, making your struggles more frantic, and round and around...
You thought you were stretched before, love, but when I'm full you will barely be able to breathe around me
When Lars awoke, he didn't expect to be completely naked on a speeding train car.
It wasn't the strangest way to wake up, but it certainly wasn't the usual way he started his mornings.
Not only was he in the nude, he stood with his wrists bound by rope to one of the grab bars on the ceiling, and when he tested to see how tight it was, it wouldn't budge. He sighed. This was what he got for toying around with the wrong train conductor.
Then he heard a door open behind him, but he couldn't turn to see who had come in.
“You're awake!” came an unfamiliar voice. A massive, uniformed being walked past him until he stood a few feet away. “That was too easy!”
Lars’ face flushed, but there wasn't a whole lot he could do to hide his…unmentionables.
“Uh…who-who are you?” he stammered. “And I've gotta ask, why've you got me ass-naked on a train?”
The being laughed.
“Oh, Larry! Can I call you Larry?”
Lars scowled.
“No.”
“Well, Larry, you've really been a thorn in our side for quite a while. I'm very familiar with you!” the being chirped. “My name is Aurorin! But you can call me Rory, whichever's easier to scream in terror or pleasure!”
“Aurorin?”
“Yep! Now, you're probably wondering how I know you, and you know nothing about me.” Aurorin said. “That's because half of me is Solano! So we've basically already met!”
Lars’ blood ran cold.
They hadn't ended on amicable terms. Solano hadn't forgotten about what had happened, clearly.
“So…”
Aurorin laughed again.
“Because I'd like to have a little fun with you! Come on now, Larry! Why else would you be ass-naked on a train? Your words, not mine!”
Lars blinked.
“I-I ain't no penny whore! C-come on, Rory! We can talk about this!”
Aurorin stepped toward him, leaning close until their faces were inches away from each other.
“Or I can knock your prostate into your brain!”
Lars’ face went redder still.
“Well, I…”
Aurorin stepped back and let his coat fall to the floor.
“I don't wanna waste any time here, Larry. And I can see that you don't, either!”
Lars looked down and tried his best to hide his hardening length again, but he couldn't.
“Aurorin!” he whined. “Come on now! I-I didn't mean to bring any hurt, y'know? I–”
“Quit kidding yourself. You think I'm that stupid?” Aurorin asked, slowly undoing each of the buttons on his vest. “I should be insulted. You don't really think Solano is dumb, do you?”
“Well…”
Aurorin snorted. He let the vest and his tie fall to the floor before finally, teasingly unclasping the buttons on his shirt, exposing his glittery, perfectly filled-out form underneath. Lars’ breath hitched in his throat.
Aurorin grinned at him.
“I knew you're a dirty little liar.” he giggled, putting his hands on his hips. “You're just raring to go, aren't you?”
Lars’ mouth was dry. Despite the dark fabric, he could see a sizable bulge forming in Aurorin's pants. It only made him squirm against his binds even more.
“I-I told you! I ain't a whore!”
“And yet here you are standing in front of me with a raging boner. You're funny!”
“Shut up!”
“What'sa matter Larry? Getting all hot and bothered?”
“Stop calling me that!”
Aurorin grabbed him by the neck.
“I am the one that gives the orders out.” he purred. “If I call you Larry, you respond to Larry. If I call you my little bitch boy, you'll respond to my little bitch boy. Got it?”
Lars didn't dare disagree when Aurorin's fingertips were digging into his skin. He nodded shakily, gasping when Aurorin let go.
“Now that we got that out of the way…why don't we get to know each other a little more?” Aurorin purred. He leaned his face in close and gently buried his muzzle in Lars’ neck, putting a hand on his chest. Lars shuddered upon feeling Aurorin's hot breath on his skin, trying his hardest not to give in as Aurorin slowly began moving downward, leaving a gentle trail of kisses in his and his hand's wake. Lars shut his eyes.
Aurorin buried his face once again in Lars’ stomach, this time running his tongue along the surface of his skin, down past the waistline, until his hands reached Lars’ thighs and his face was level with his twitching cock.
“You poor thing.” Aurorin murmured with mock sympathy. “It's not every day you get kidnapped by someone three times your size, huh?”
Lars bit the inside of his cheek.
“You ain't gonna teach me a lesson, if that's what you're trying to do. I-I keep tellin’ you, I'm not a whore.”
“Your body tells another story.”
Before Lars could reply, Aurorin's broad tongue cradled Lars’ cock, running along its underside until he reached the base.
“Lord have mercy…” Lars groaned. “You get that from Sunny, don't you?”
Aurorin chuckled.
“Why? Starting to miss him yet?”
Lars gasped when Aurorin parted his jaws and took the tip of his cock into his mouth. His legs felt weak, but his weight was still held up by his wrists, and as Aurorin fit more of him inside, he could feel his cock hit the back of the beast's throat.
Aurorin's muzzle was nestled comfortably up to Lars’ stomach, all four of his eyes looking teasingly up at him.
“You-you're a devil, you know that?”
As if to respond, Aurorin slowly began pumping his head back and forth, his tongue running over the surface of Lars’ cock.
Lars could hardly catch his breath. He squirmed against his binds, startling when he felt Aurorin grab his thighs to hold him in place. His small frame wouldn't do him any good in the face of such a massive being.
Aurorin quickened his movements, the inside of his mouth quickly becoming coated with the precum leaking out of Lars’ tip, a taste half of him had become well acquainted with in the past. He looked up at Lars, who was already just barely able to hold himself together, and a low purring rumbled up from his throat.
It didn't help Lars in the slightest.
“Rory…” he murmured, closing his eyes and letting his head back. “God, you--motherfucker–got me starting to-to believe maybe you 'n your brother are angels.”
Aurorin pulled his head back and let go of Lars’ cock, his wide, forked tongue licking precum from his lips.
“You're funny!” he chirped. “You wouldn't know the nature of the divine if it was sucking your dick!”
Lars didn't have time to retort before Aurorin had forced him into his mouth again. Despite everything, a soft moan escaped Lars’ mouth, and his inhibitions began to fade away with the sensation of Aurorin's fleshy throat surrounding his length.
Despite the burning hatred for Lars that Aurorin had in his chest, his desire for pleasure was far greater. Despite the hatred, he couldn't help but moan around Lars’ cock as it filled his mouth and throat, and he craved more.
Lars’ breathing grew ragged. Aurorin didn't relent. He picked up his pace one final time, and it was then Lars could feel tension beginning to build in his abdomen, like a dam about to burst.
“Rory…” he moaned again, gasping for breath when he felt Aurorin's strong hands tighten around his thighs. Lars couldn't hold himself back. Each time Aurorin's tongue slipped over his length, he grew closer and closer to the edge.
Aurorin was patient. There was eternity and then some.
Lars couldn't take it anymore.
Despite his efforts to keep himself composed, his body finally let go as he reached his climax like a wave of thick, sweet, golden honey running through a riverbed.
Aurorin took his entire length into his mouth and continued his purring as cum flooded across his tongue, its thick, hot essence pouring down his throat as he swallowed every drop Lars gave him.
Lars hung there almost limp, sweat beading on his forehead, completely out of breath. When Aurorin pulled back again, a thin strand of cum and saliva connected his mouth to the tip of Lars’ cock.
“There! Now I've got you all warmed up!”
Lars chuckled, slurring and slow as if he were drunk.
“That…was a warmup, eh?”
Aurorin stood up and put his hands on his hips again. Lars could once again see the bulge between his legs, pulling the fabric of his pants taut. He swallowed against the dryness in his throat, trying to look away. But he couldn't.
“Let's get you down from there.” Aurorin hummed. “Your wrists must be raw.”
Until then, Lars hadn't really noticed the pain in his wrists, and it hit him all at once like a match being put out directly on his skin. Aurorin carefully reached up and untied the rope, letting it fall to the floor. Lars rubbed the red spots where it had chafed against him.
“Now, you've got me convinced things ain't so bad.” he remarked. “Standin’ in the nude on a moving train doesn't seem all so terrifying.”
Aurorin giggled.
“You're fun! Have I said that already? I dunno! But I can tell deep in your dirty little mind you want to find out if there's more where that came from. And there is!” he chirped. “I know you, Larry. I can make you beg. I will make you beg! Isn't that fun?!”
Lars was speechless. Aurorin giggled again, turning around and unclasping the belt he wore, running his long tail under Lars’ chin as he did.
“Y'know, I just love pathetic little men like you! You think you're all that and a bag of chips, going around talking about how you're God's favorite little boy!”
“Excuse you.” Lars snapped. “I am not pathetic, and Nebunie–”
“Where is Nebunie when you're tied up on a train getting the best head of your life?” Aurorin asked. He let his pants fall to the floor, now just as exposed as Lars. He turned around.
Lars couldn't hide his shock.
Aurorin was huge.
“What'sa matter, Larry? Cat got your tongue?” he purred, putting his hands back on his hips. “That's surprising! You can't seem to shut up any other time!”
Lars blinked, shaking his head to rid himself of his surprise. His face flushed again, and just like before, his arousal was impossible to hide.
“I-I…” he began, clearing his throat. “Well, ain't this a surprise, eh?”
Aurorin laughed. He turned and leaned on one of the seats, lifting his tail and exposing himself, odd green precum dripping onto the fabric below.
“I've got the best of both worlds, Larry. Don't lose your head over it!”
Lars still couldn't believe it.
“You keep findin’ new ways to surprise me.”
Aurorin turned and lay on the seat on his back, waggling his hips.
“Well, come on! Don't just stand there! Make like a roader and rail me!”
Lars stepped closer, running his hands down Aurorin's thighs, still unable to take his eyes away from the display before him. It was a work of art, really; a thick, brilliantly colored member extended out of an equally vibrant slit, with even more of his bright seafoam green juices running onto the seat beneath him.
Lars gently probed the edge of Aurorin's slit with his thumb, watching the much larger beast squirm with the lightest touch.
“Sensitive, are we?” Lars teased. “Figure something like you would have done this before.”
Aurorin snorted.
“Shut up, Larry! Are you gonna fuck me or not?”
Lars laughed, then aligned himself with the waiting entrance before him before putting his hands on Aurorin's thighs and slowly beginning to push his way in.
In response, Aurorin grabbed at the seat and braced himself. Lars’ cock found itself buried in hot, fleshy walls that clamped around his length almost perfectly, as if Aurorin's body were a bit more greedy than he had originally let on.
“Everyone's got their Achilles’ heel.” Lars purred. “You didn't really think you had the jump on me, did you?”
He started slowly moving himself in and out, and a soft groan escaped Aurorin's throat.
“Christ, Larry! You really are full of yourself!”
Lars raised an eyebrow.
“And you're full of me, too.”
He shoved himself fully inside as if for emphasis, laughing when Aurorin squeaked in response, then continued his movements at a steady pace.
“Never thought a pretty little boy like you had any guts!” Aurorin teased. “You might be a rancher, but you don't look like you've done any real work a day in your life!”
Lars snorted.
“You ain't nothin’ but a coal-sniffing varmint. I hunt pests like you every morning. You 'n the rest of you railroaders.”
Aurorin looked down at where Lars’ hands were squeezing his thighs as he relentlessly pounded into him, continuing his gradual ascent to full speed.
“Your hands are perfectly smooth. Nebunie really did a number on you, huh? Gave you just a little bit of perfection, enough to get you addicted.”
Lars grabbed hold of Aurorin's throat with one hand, digging his fingertips into his neck.
“I've worked a Hell of a lot harder'n you in your lifetime.” he hissed. “Solano sits on his ass in the train and Comet sits on his ass at that ticket counter. You're just the sum of your parts.”
Aurorin couldn't suppress another moan as Lars kept going, and he gripped at the seat beneath him even more. Lars unfortunately knew what he was doing. Aurorin lay his head back again as Lars battered his entrance over and over again, a concoction of both of their fluids pooling beneath them.
Lars dug his heels into the floor of the train car and forced himself inside as far as he could each time he moved inward, grunting with each thrust. Neither of them could muster any more words.
Sweat beaded on Lars’ forehead. Aurorin's words echoed over and over in his mind. Of course he'd done plenty of hard work in his life! He had a successful ranch and dealt with plenty of animals and, most importantly, he was doing crucial work in service of Nebunie!
It made his blood boil.
Lars planted both of his hands on Aurorin's ample stomach and put as much force into his thrusts as he could possibly muster. The strong, muscular walls accepted his length like it was all they had been made for. Aurorin had given up retaining any of his composure, and his constant squirming and cursing had become white noise to Lars’ ears.
Pleasure had clouded both of their minds, their bodies fitting together like soft puzzle pieces, moving in rhythmic action like clockwork.
Lars dug his fingers into Aurorin's fuzzy stomach and shut his eyes as he pounded into him with a new wave of feverish need, until he finally grabbed hold of Aurorin's waist and buried his entire length inside. He shuddered as another fiery wave of bliss filled his body, spilling his seed into Aurorin's slit.
Aurorin's back arched against the seat, and his own juices flowed from his folds while his climax sent its shockwaves through every fiber of his being.
The two of them sat there panting for a while. Aurorin wrapped his legs around Lars’ waist and pulled him closer, wriggling his hips as if to further tease him.
“Be careful doing that.” he purred. “You wouldn't want any more Vandermeers running around, would you?”
Lars wiped sweat from his forehead with his arm. Aurorin's nethers still pulsated around his length.
“Knockin’ you up ain't my problem. In fact, I hope I did! Maybe it'll put you in your place!”
Aurorin stuck his tongue out at him and folded his arms across his chest. He let go of Lars, who finally pulled himself out.
“You're horrible.”
“I've been called worse.”
Aurorin stood up, and Lars had nearly forgotten just how large he was until he did.
The huge member between Aurorin's legs still throbbed with anticipation. Lars shifted his weight between his feet.
“I ought to smite you for talking to me like that.” Aurorin said. “If I'm having your kid, you're going to be my bitch, and if I need to teach you how, so be it.”
Lars’ mouth went dry. He glanced down at Aurorin's cock.
He could tell just by looking that he couldn't even wrap a hand around the whole thing. It was about as big around as his forearm at its thickest point.
“Take a picture! It'll last longer!” Aurorin chirped. In one swift motion, he shoved Lars to the floor, looking down at him with his hands on his hips. “You really are pretty, you know that? In the same way a rich lady's cat is pretty! You were made like that on purpose! Just a little too perfect!”
He dropped to his knees and, with his incredible strength, forced Lars onto his stomach.
“Now it's my turn!”
“I-I'm not sure I've got another one in me, Rory! I'll be the first to admit I ain't as young'n spry as I used to be!”
Aurorin laughed.
“Come on, Larry! You've gotten off twice already!” he chirped. “Nobody likes a man that can't pull his own weight!”
Lars looked back at Aurorin, who grabbed hold of his hips to told him in place. Aurorin aligned the tip of his cock with Lars’ tight hole.
“You ain't givin’ me much of a choice, are you?”
“Nope! But you're having fun, aren't you? Come on, I know you are!”
Lars chuckled weakly.
“You've got me there.”
“I knew it!”
Aurorin held Lars’ waist firmly and wasted no more time. He slowly pressed himself forward, the tip of his cock slipping inside Lars’ hole with ease. Lars gasped sharply, digging his nails into the floor.
“Sweet Lord above…” he groaned.
Aurorin's length continued to fill his gut; slowly, if only to make sure he wasn't torn in half. Lars scrabbled at the ground even more, and squirmed in Aurorin's grasp. He nervously looked back.
“Y-you're bigger'n you look! I dunno if I'll be able to–”
Aurorin jerked his hips inward and Lars cried out as the beast's cock finally struck the critical endpoint deep within him.
“Sorry, what was that? Is that you giving up?”
Lars could hardly speak. He just weakly shook his head.
Aurorin pushed himself further, still creeping painfully slowly forward, filling the tiny man beneath him to his limit. Lars whined pathetically as the outline of Aurorin's cock began filling out his normally thin stomach.
Finally, Aurorin's hips came to rest comfortably against Lars’ body.
“We really are joined at the hip, huh?” Aurorin teased. “Maybe one day I can get deeper. But I'm not trying to break any records today.”
Lars lay there nearly paralyzed. He felt every inch Aurorin's cock throb deep within his body, tight against the muscular walls around it. The slightest shift either of them made sent ripples of sensation through his whole being.
“Finally got you speechless!” Aurorin chirped. “Didn't think it was possible. You're all bark!”
Aurorin slowly pulled his hips back, and Lars cried out again, completely unable to retain his composure. Then, Aurorin pushed back in, slowly beginning to pump himself back and forth against his partner's body.
Lars couldn't form any words. Any sort of comprehensible thought in his head melted away into a slurry that rendered him useless. While he was normally a sharp-witted and cunning man, Aurorin had knocked him down to this.
Aurorin steadily increased his pace, ans Lars felt like his insides were turning to liquid. The sliminess of Aurorin's precum served as a lubricant better than he'd had in the past, his thick cock gliding in and out with ease. It didn't hurt at all.
A deep rumble reverberated from within Aurorin's chest, a humble purring sound gracing the air. Lars didn't even hear it.
Keeping one hand on Lars’ bony hip, Aurorin pinned his head down and braced himself against the floor, moving faster still. He began to pant from the exertion, but he didn't tire in the slightest. The pathetic wriggling man beneath him was more than enough to keep him going.
Lars gasped for breath and fought to find purchase on the floor, but every buck of Aurorin's hips brought a new wave of ecstasy upon him.
Aurorin soon settled into a rhythm, maintaining his speed.
“Y'know, Larry, you really are a good sport about this whole thing.” he said. “If I were you, I'd be a lot more pissed if I woke up just to have some guy fuck me harder than any mortal being can. But you're just taking it without any problems!”
Lars could hardly register anything Aurorin was saying. All he could muster in response was a weak groan.
Aurorin laughed.
“You can take a lot, that's for sure. I didn't think you had it in you.”
Lars once again felt the telltale pressure building in his loins. It was sort of embarrassing how short he lasted.
“I dunno if I'm even gonna be able to pull out! What if we get stuck? That'd certainly be something!”
Saliva had begun pooling beneath Lars’ mouth on the floor. His legs were weak, and his pleasure-addled mind wanted nothing more than for Aurorin to continue plowing him.
Aurorin held onto both of his hips again, still thrusting into his hole without tiring, and he began to hasten his movements once more. Lars moaned curses neither of them could quite understand. Aurorin's girth continued to fill him near bursting, his thrusts growing faster and harder still, until he fully buried his entire massive cock into Lars’ body, forcing as much of himself inside as he could.
Lars cried out once again when he felt Aurorin's seed spill out and flood his insides, until a slight swell rose in his stomach, and he reached his own climax in the same beat.
Aurorin moaned softly, finally coming to rest on his haunches and letting go of Lars’ hips. He sat there to catch his breath again.
“You're fun, Larry! Now I know I've already said that!” he chirped. “You were good! I'll have to remember that!”
Carefully, he pulled himself out of Lars’ hole, his cum dripping out onto the floor in his wake. Lars groaned.
“You…you've really taken it outta me, Rory.”
Aurorin stretched his arms and cracked his neck.
“You said it!” he replied. “Now…how do you wanna go down?”
Lars looked back at him.
“Huh?”
“Headfirst or feetfirst?”
“What in Hell are you talking about?”
Aurorin rolled his eyes.
“I've gotta make all the decisions around here.” he grumbled.
He dropped down onto all fours and lowered his head, and whatever afterglow Lars had from the whole excursion quickly dissipated.
“I-I mean it, Rory, I can't do a fourth round.” he stammered. “Why don't we go'n get somethin’ to eat, or-or go to a park?”
Aurorin just laughed.
“I already am!”
He opened his mouth, and before Lars could process what was happening, slipped his jaws over his feet and scooped them with ease into his warm maw.
“WHAT THE HELL?!” Lars shouted, but Aurorin grabbed his leg before he could get away.
Aurorin's tongue slid over Lars’ legs, teeth grazing his knees, as he was brought in up to his thighs. His throat pressed against Lars’ feet, having already taken in nearly half of his body.
Lars grabbed hold of Aurorin's face as the beast stood up.
“Let go of me!” he hissed, trying his best to force himself back out. Aurorin grabbed him at his sides. He pulled Lars further within, his waist slipping into his mouth. Lars thrashed and wriggled as much as his tired body would let him, but even he knew deep in his soul it was already too late.
He could feel Aurorin's warm as it surrounded him, with each swallow inching him closer to the resting place that beckoned from below.
Despite his resistance, Aurorin pinned his arms to his sides. The impossibly strong muscles of the esophagus worked him further down, until his head and shoulders rested in Aurorin's mouth. Sharp teeth jutted up and down around his vision like stalactites in a horrid fleshy cave, and Lars couldn't help but shudder when Aurorin's tongue ran over his cheek.
Thick rings of powerful throat muscles contracted and worked around every part of Lars’ body, entirely indifferent to the thrashing he still tried to manage. Aurorin's tongue smeared his face in a layer of hot saliva, and with another mighty swallow, Lars was yanked fully inside the snout.
Every atom of his being burned with the visceral need to escape the fate that awaited him, and as he was pulled helplessly downward, he wriggled as much as he could, which wasn't really much at all.
“You motherfucker!” he shouted in frustration and fear. “Let go of me!”
Aurorin just laughed--as best as he could, anyway–then tilted his head back and let gravity slide Lars’ head to the back of his throat. Lars had no choice but to watch his captor's teeth appear to become smaller. Aurorin opened his jaws wide one last time, and Lars caught one final glimpse of the outside world before he was fully drawn into the crushing throat.
His entire body was wrapped in strong muscle, working him ever downward into the belly of the beast.
Lars’ feet pressed against something, that bowed outward under his weight, and he felt a cavernous space open beneath him upon reaching Aurorin's stomach.
Aurorin opened his mouth again, breathing in a deep sigh as his airways were able to fully open again. He snapped his jaws shut, and a huge bulge traveled down his neck, quickly sinking down into his waiting gut. His stomach filled out even more with the weight of his meal, and he sat down heavily on one of the coach seats.
Lars kicked and writhed and squirmed as he was forced into a stomach half his size, the muscular cavity forcing him to curl into himself as he finally came to rest in a pool of bubbling gastric juices. The beating of Aurorin's heart pounded just a few inches away from his head.
Aurorin sighed as he rested his hands on his stomach.
“There. Now I'm taken care of.” he said. “This was nice! We should do it again sometime! If you survive, that is. If not, I'll find someone new! How's that sound?”
“Terrible! Awful! Horrible!” Lars sputtered, still trying his best to escape, though his attempts were growing feeble. “I'm not going to spend the rest of forever in the guts of some…some…thing!”
Aurorin settled further into the seat, resting his head back and closing his eyes.
“Keep telling yourself that, Larry boy.” he purred. “Just try to keep your head above water.”
What if impregnation was something like a battle of wills? What if either partner could wind up pregnant after sex, and it came down to whoever wanted it more?
I can imagine fucking together, so fervent, imagining how I'll knock you up, make you all big and heavy for me. I'll come so hard, imagining you in a few months, round and swollen, because of *this*, right now.... Only what if it turns out *I'm* the one whose pants start fitting tighter? What will your face look like when you see me and know: I tried to do this to you, but you did it to me instead, and I'm going to swell up until everybody knows about it?
Big tummies are great, but those start of pregnancy bumps be so cute. Like someone just rubbing their hand under their stomach to reveal the slight bump and presence of the baby.
An innocent, domesticated pred. They have lived a cushy life, never once worrying about their survival. They have always been well-fed, well taken care of.
They are proud, prestigious, high maintenance, and they have a solid moral code. They are a natural leader, and they protect those who can’t protect themselves.
Unfortunately, Circumstances change. The pred loses their previous life of luxury and now has to adapt to a harsh world where brutality and hunger are the law. Every moment the pred has to scheme for their next meal, and once they have it, they have to fight to keep it.
The pred is given a factory reset. Despite being raised as a civilian, and developing into a valuable member of society, they are able to find the predatory instincts that are baked into their genes. They learn to be cunning, tricky, they play dirty, they cheat, and they win. They are not just able to survive, but thrive in their new environment.
And the scary part is, they don’t even miss their old life. It was hard at first, and it’s harder to be alive now. But they feel alive, they feel like an extension of death’s hand. They are a reaper. An apex predator, and they enjoy being on top, and they enjoy living how they feel they were supposed to live.
But what happens When they meet people from their previous life? They don’t want their old friends to see what they’ve become. But it’s too late for that. Should the pred try to pretend that nothing has changed, that deep down they’re still the same person (even if the pred doesn’t believe it’s true)? Or should they treat their old friends like strangers, and carry out the brutal law of this new world?
No one can escape the violent hand of (in)justice.
“I told you I would find a use for a little morsel like you.” Florin hissed, shoving Argent into the room. “I will teach you your place as I see fit.”
Argent rubbed his neck where the collar sat.
“Oh, please. Do your worst.” he growled back. “I’ve taken your beatings before.”
Florin chuckled.
“You continue with your lies and delusions, Argent. What will happen if your words reach the public?” he asked, closing the doors behind them. “You will be further mocked by the masses. Who would believe a challenge to my rule by something as small and pathetic as you?”
Argent swallowed the lump in his throat, watching Florin as he turned around.
“I cannot have anybody think I have an equal.” he continued. He unclasped his cape, which fell gently to the floor. “Therefore I must show them that I am absolute. That lesser cyborgs only exist to serve me.”
“Nothing I haven't heard before, Florida.” Argent snapped. “Boy, I’m real scared. What are you gonna do? Blow my back out? Not a whole lot different from what you did back home.”
Florin shoved Argent backward onto the bed, the chain on the leash pulled taut. Argent could see the growing bulge in his rosy pants. He probably would have thought the pink was a look if Florin would only come to his senses.
“Curious.” Florin said. “Your defiance and continued disrespect is perplexing to me. My name is Florin, Argent. Perhaps I ought to replace the blasphemy in your mouth and throat with something else.”
Argent wanted to laugh, but he didn't. Good thing Florin was just as subtle as Rook.
“These next months will be rather…arduous.” Florin continued. Christ, he talked a lot. “You will be by my side the entire time. And I will have the pleasure of watching my claim on you in real time.”
“Is this your idea of foreplay?” Argent asked. “Feels like I’m being lectured by my mom.”
Florin unclasped the armor he wore and shed it from his arms and chest, casting it aside with the cape. Despite the circumstances, Argent still marveled at his construction, the tone of his plating, his sheer size, and the sound of his voice, even if it didn't have that very slight note of warmth in it. Argent's mouth was dry.
“I can see the anticipation in your face.” Florin said. “But I do not believe you know what is coming to you.”
“Your dick, probably.”
Florin laughed again.
“I must admit, your crudeness is rather refreshing. It is truly a shame I must crush it out.”
He crawled over top of Argent on the bed, his single eye as fierce and hot as a wildfire. Already he slipped a hand under the cloth covering Argent's chest, his sharp claws grazing the surface of the plating underneath. Argent shuddered as he pulled the cloth down until his arm and shoulder were free.
“You’d better make this good.” Argent hissed. “If it isn't worth it after all the bullshit you've put me through so far, I’m gonna be pissed.”
“There will be nothing you can do.” Florin answered coolly. “But do you think someone as flawless as I would disappoint?”
No, Argent thought, but he bit his tongue.
Florin's hands traveled downward, unwrapping the torso cloth from around Argent's waist and tossing it onto the floor. Then, he hooked one of his claws around Argent's pants and slipped them down his legs until he finally lay exposed on the pink sheets beneath them.
“Whatever you have ‘planned’ for me can't possibly be worse than what you've already done, you big oaf.” Argent remarked. “The collar’s too tight and you handcuff me to the chairs at dinner. Some way to treat a guest, huh?”
“You are no guest.” Florin answered. He kicked off his boots and reached for the thick leather belt on his own pants. “You are far more than that.”
“Aww, you're too sweet. Maybe my boyfriend is still in there somewhere.”
Argent watched him ease his pants down, his massive, equally pink cock springing out as he finally freed himself from the last of his clothing.
“You almost amuse me.” Florin said. “Your arrogance will soon vanish with the wind.”
He lined his already leaking cock up with Argent's entrance. Argent bit his lip.
“You're, uh, pretty big, eh?”
“You will take what you are given.”
Florin began to push himself inside Argent's slick entrance, his girth taking up just about as much space as Argent could give it. Despite his resolve, Argent gripped at the sheets and groaned softly as his partner eased himself inside.
“You will be filled with my offspring, Argent.” Florin purred, grabbing hold of one of Argent's thighs with his free hand, the chain in the other. “If only to show the masses my virility and power.”
Argent gritted his teeth, clawing at the bedding as Florin finally nestled himself against him.
“Y-you’re not serious.” Argent breathed. “We s-sort of lack the facilities for that."
Slowly, Florin began pumping his hips in and out, his grip on Argent's thigh holding him still.
“Are you sure?”
Argent could hardly answer. Florin's cock moved inside him in a steady rhythm, his body more than ready to accept its fate. He squirmed on the bed and braced himself on the sheets, his fluids dripping onto the mattress below him.
“You're…you're fucking w-with me.” he struggled. “We-we’d always pretend I was your little slut, Florin.”
“I do not pretend, Argent, and I do not exaggerate.” Florin answered. His pace began to quicken, until he'd worked up to his full speed, slamming himself in and out with intense fervor. He chuckled. “I look forward to seeing you grow.”
Argent moaned and arched his back, his tail lashing at Florin's legs. It was as if some itch were being scratched, or like he was finally getting some reward he’d anticipated. He didn't want it to end. But, despite his pleasure, concern rose in his mind.
“You're k-kinda–fuck–freaking me out.”
“It will be a great privilege to hold my seed, Argent. You ought to consider yourself incredibly lucky to have such an honor.”
Florin grabbed him around the throat to better anchor him against the force of his thrusts. A primal look had come into his eye, and it made Argent nervous.
“You are an example.” Florin growled. “And soon, you will be naught else but a bitch for my breeding.”
Argent grabbed hold of his wrist for his own stability. They were words he was familiar with coming from Rook, but it was all part of the scene. It was just an idea. They’d finish their business and go about their lives like normal, and maybe do it again another night.
But something was different.
“You are an example to others who dare to challenge me. You will bear the mark of my power and dominion over all things…including you.”
Argent's breathing came in rough pants. Florin kept burying himself inside his slit, over and over and over again, a growl rising up in his throat. He gave into his animalistic, instinctual urges and let himself go, the only thing still in his mind being the need to mate.
It was then the thought crossed Argent's mind that he was entirely serious.
Florin didn't relent. Each time his hips struck Argent, the thought grew. This wasn't just a shared fantasy they had.
Then, Florin stopped and pulled himself out, yanking on the chain.
“What the Hell are you–” Argent began, but was cut off as Florin grabbed him, lifting him up and throwing him back on the bed again, this time face down on his stomach. He put a hand on the back of Argent's head as he mounted him again, pushing his face down into the bed.
He grunted each time he thrust inward, watching Argent squirm beneath him. Argent couldn't form any words, his moaning in place of his speech. He didn't know whether or not he needed to care if Florin wanted to put a baby in him. He was too far gone to behold any rational thought.
Florin moved his hand from Argent's head to his hip, pulling back on the leash at the same time, forcing Argent's back toward him. Argent scrabbled at the bed, fighting back his choked gargling.
Florin snarled at him, bucking his hips harder into his soft loins, his breath hot on Argent's back.
Then, finally, he came. A heavy roar escaped his chest as he filled Argent's body with his thick, hot seed, burying his girth all the way inside. Argent gasped, his head dropping down onto the bed as the chain went slack, gripping at the sheets.
Florin sat there for a while, his cock twitching, until he finally pulled himself out. Argent weakly looked back at him.
“But I-I didn't even–”
“Your pleasure is irrelevant.” Florin snapped, his voice rough. “You are to grow heavy with my offspring. We will continue until we are certain it has worked.”
Argent just stared at him with disbelief.
“And you are to accompany me everywhere so that I can display your state. So I can show the world the claim I have on your body.” Florin hissed. “I cannot wait until it begins to show on your form.”
Argent just lay there trembling, resting back down on the bed.
special kinks: bondage, overstimulation, degradation, sadism/masochism
length: 2.6k
minors dni
It was dark.
Chains dug into the plating on King’s wrists, holding him just high enough off the ground that he could barely stand flat-footed. Only one light shone overhead. His exposed plating only let the cold air get to him faster, his clothes off somewhere out of sight.
Heavy footsteps. He could see two glowing pinpricks of light, accompanied by the harshness of a power core.
“Hello, King.” Rook’s voice purred. “I am so glad we could finally conduct our business.”
King shuddered at the sound of his speech. As his eyes got used to the darkness beyond his yellow halo, he could see Rook’s massive outline standing before him.
“Rook.” King squeaked. Rook chuckled, putting a finger to King’s lips.
“You do not need to speak.” he said. “You will have all of the time in the world to give me your pathetic mewling. Why waste your breath now?”
Rook slowly began circling him, each of his steps intentional and patient. Calculated. His gaze was almost analytical, looking over every plating seam and joint. Perhaps it was more predatory, as if he were finding his prey’s weaknesses.
King could see Rook's plating crisscrossed by the thick leather straps of the harness he wore. It only accentuated his strong, powerful form, and King found himself short of breath.
Rook completed his circle and stopped in front of King again, reaching forward and putting a hand ever so gently on his cheek.
“You poor little thing.” he cooed. “I cannot wait to watch you fall apart in front of me.”
Before King could answer, Rook stepped away, out of sight. King pulled against his chains, but they held fast. He looked up, but he couldn't see where they ended.
Then, Rook reappeared, this time stepping into the light.
“I want to hear you beg for mercy, King.” he said coolly. He came even closer, and King could only keep his eyes up on his face. “But even so…it will never arrive.”
King could feel Rook’s hands on his stomach, slowly descending as he traced the lines in his plating, until finally, he stopped. King then gasped as Rook slowly slipped a toy into King’s waiting slit before stepping back again.
“Rook, what are you–”
He wasn't allowed to finish his sentence. King gasped again as he felt the toy inside him begin to buzz.
“Now…” Rook said. “How far can I take you?”
King whined, shuddering again. The chains held his weight even as his trembling legs threatened to give out. Rook resumed his circling.
“You were made for my entertainment, King. I must always remind you of that. We cannot afford you forgetting, can we?”
“I-I can't forget, Rook!” King answered, the desperation already creeping into his voice. “You-you won't…you won't let me!”
Rook laughed.
“I know. What do you think all this is for?”
King hadn't caught his breath. How he wanted to be ravaged, completely and utterly obliterated, but Rook was ever methodical and ever calculating. King wasn't going to get what he wanted.
“You are powerless, King. Give up your inhibitions now. It will only save you time.” he said. “Or perhaps not. It is not up to you, is it?”
A moan escaped King’s throat. He looked up at Rook with half-lidded eyes, trying desperately not to lose his composure. His fluids dripped onto the floor below him, drool pooling in his mouth. Rook chuckled.
“I know everything that makes you tick. You will not last very long, will you, King?”
How badly King wanted to prove him wrong. He had a stronger will than that! This had turned into a show of constitution, of just how long King could handle Rook’s tirade.
“You-you’re…you're–fuck, you're dead wrong.” King managed to sputter. “I-I’m not gonna let you win.”
“Always so headstrong, aren't you, King?”
King whimpered in response, the heat between his legs continuing to grow. And Rook hadn't even touched him yet! He involuntarily began to twitch his hips, the toy’s relentless stimulation not letting up.
Rook snorted.
“You are always so willing to get on your knees or open your legs for anybody that is willing to take you.” he said. “This is your punishment for being a little slut.”
The word hissed past Rook’s mouth like venom. It was jarring coming from him. King shuddered once more.
“Who do you belong to, King?”
King drew in a shaky breath, still trying to keep his composure. He looked up at Rook with half-lidded eyes, trying to will his mouth to form words, but another moan left his lips.
“I asked you a question, King. Do not make me ask again.”
King’s entire body had begun to tremble like a lost kitten on the street.
“I-I b-belong to-to you!” he managed to squeak.
Rook narrowed his eyes.
“I cannot understand you when you are blubbering like a toddler.”
King gritted his teeth, squirming in his place against his binds. The toy stuck in his sensitive loins did not let up, and he was certain Rook would ensure it wouldn't in the future.
“Now. Answer me.”
King’s breath came in short gasps. There was growing tension in his nethers as Rook pushed him ever closer to the edge.
“Rook–Rook, please, I-I can't…I c-can't…”
“You cannot what?”
Rook grabbed King's chin, their faces inches apart from each other.
“Your little whore mouth is hardly good for speech, anyway.” he growled, parting King’s jaws with his thumb. “It is such a pity you are hanging where you are. Your punishment keeps me from filling the empty space with my cock.”
King could only imagine it. More than anything he wanted to taste Rook as his mouth was completely overstuffed, to be hardly anything more than an object for his pleasure.
God, he was getting delirious.
“Rook, I-I’m g-gonna–” he stammered. Rook interrupted him.
“Do you really think you are deserving of such a thing?”
King didn't know how long he'd be able to hold himself back. He just whined pathetically in response. Rook let go of his chin, continuing his circle.
“Who do you belong to, King?”
King’s breathing became more ragged. He clenched his hands into fists, tightly enough he was certain he'd break something in his fingers.
“I-I belong to you! I always have!” he managed to splutter. Rook chuckled.
“I knew you were capable.”
King couldn't handle it anymore. His stomach tensed and his eyes nearly rolled back into his head, and he cried out without any regard as to how loud he was as he finally came, more of his fluids dripping down his legs.
The toy didn't stop.
King looked wearily up at him.
“R-Rook, gi-give me a second, I–”
It wasn't the word. Rook stepped off into the darkness again.
“No.”
Suddenly, King felt the vibration of the toy grow more intense, and he gasped roughly again.
This thing had multiple settings?
He writhed against his chains, but they didn't budge.
“I do not think you are truly bearing the weight of your punishment.” Rook mused. “After all, why should we stop here? Someone as constantly, pathetically horny as you must suffer the adequate consequences.”
King watched Rook as he picked something up from a table that was just out of sight. He could hear the rattle of more chains, and suddenly felt a new wave of energy wash over him.
As Rook began his circling again, King saw the chain in question dragging on the floor behind him, the metallic scraping sound filling the room more than the toy.
“I should not have to share my pets with other people.” Rook growled. “Letting you roam free is a generous act of kindness, King. To think you would take advantage of such a thing…it simply makes my blood boil.”
Rook stood behind King, drawing back and suddenly lashing his bare plating with the chain. King cried out when he did, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
God, he looked pathetic. Rook couldn't help but stand there for a moment and take in the scene he’d created; the pathetic beast in front of him, willing to follow his every beck and call, hopelessly powerless in front of him. The tight leather pants he wore had grown considerably tighter.
“Rook…Rook, please…” King struggled.
“Please, what?”
Rook pulled back and gave King another lash, earning yet another meaningless cry.
He circled back around in front of King, gently putting a hand on his shoulder. King nodded in response, as best as he could, anyway, and Rook returned to his place behind him.
“I want to hear you beg, King.” Rook snarled. King squirmed against his binds again, even though he fully knew they still wouldn't give way.
Rook gave him another lash.
King’s mouth hung open as he panted, pleasure and pain blending together in his mind. He couldn't hold back his moaning, long having given up what little composure he had to begin with, only succumbing to Rook’s relentless torture.
“Please, I-I…f-fuck, I…I c-can't…”
Rook just laughed.
“Look at how gorgeous you are, King.” he purred. “Oh, if only I had a mirror. Then you would see just how much of a laughable little bastard you are.”
King braced himself just in time for another lash from the chain. There were tears streaming down his face, but god, he didn't want to stop. The toy in his slit still hummed away, ever resilient in his tender loins. He was already close to another orgasm.
Rook walked another circle around him, and King could see the bulge pressing against the crotch of his pants. He swallowed the spit that had collected in his mouth.
“I treat you so well, King. Unfortunately, you truly did bring this upon yourself.” Rook said. “You cannot even speak to me.”
It was beginning to become too much.
The stings from the lashes only made the stimulation from the toy much stronger, and vice versa. King looked up at Rook's face again, shaking.
“What is it you want, King? Freedom? Absolution from the consequences of your actions?” Rook questioned, idly toying with the chain in his hands. “Mercy? Oh, did I not tell you in the beginning that you would not find it here?”
“Rook, I-I…p-please, I j-just…I just need a m-minute–”
“No. I want to see your undoing, King. How many more times can I make you cum for me? How much longer will it take for you to unravel at the seams?”
“God, fuck!” King shouted. “Please, Rook!”
Rook swung the chain back and forth in front of him, as if to tease him.
“What a thing of beauty you are.” he sneered. “An object only for my use. Is that not true?”
“It-it’s true, R-Rook!”
“Finally. A real answer from you.”
King continued to gasp and pant like an overheated dog, writhing and thrashing against his binds again, until finally, he once again reached his climax.
King's head tilted back as he screamed upward toward the ceiling, another deluge of his fluids dripping from his slit. His body spasmed as he did, his knees threatening to give out beneath him.
He looked up pleasingly at Rook, who folded his arms across his chest.
The toy didn't stop.
“My turn.” Rook said. He walked up to King, reaching up and releasing the binds that held him, only to use his chain to tie King’s wrists together behind him.
“Get on your knees.”
Without question, King dropped to his knees on the floor, bucking his hips around the toy, biting his lip as he did. He looked up at Rook, almost in a sort of daze, watching him as he stepped back.
Rook ran his thumb along the waistband of his own pants, unclasping the leather belt that held them up. He let them fall slightly, his cock finally freed from its hiding place beneath the tight material.
King swallowed more saliva as he watched.
“You truly are a perfect pet, King.” Rook purred, using one of his hands to gently pump his length. “You have a chance to redeem yourself.”
King couldn't take his eyes off of Rook, but he didn't necessarily want to. He was tired, he was weary, but despite it, the massive, impossibly perfect man before him gave him whatever little strength he still had. The impressive member before him was dripping pre, just waiting to be plunged into whatever hole Rook chose for it.
“Open your mouth.”
There it was.
King parted his jaws, and Rook wasted no time pushing the tip of his cock inside. King's desperate mouth took as much of it as he could possibly muster, and then a bit more, saliva running down his chin. Rook slowly started moving himself in and out, putting a hand on the back of King's head.
The toy inside King still tirelessly buzzed away. He whined around Rook’s cock, but got no meaningful answer.
“You continue to impress me with the way you can take so much. Perhaps you are learning from your punishment, after all.”
Rook increased his pace, his package slamming into King's chin each time he moved his girth inside. He ran his fingers through King's hair, electing to hold onto his horn as they went.
King felt each time Rook's cock struck the back of his throat. The relentless pounding continued on and on, with King desperately moving his own hips back and forth with the toy still inside his fleshy interior.
He was already close again, and beyond that, he didn't know if he could handle another. Rook moaned softly, and King couldn't help but feel another burst of energy at the sound. King was made only to serve Rook, wasn't he?
Rook’s thrusts grew more intense. His pleasured moaning soon turned into primal grunts, his teeth clenched in anticipation as he finally got the stimulation he so deserved. The heat in King's loins once again grew. Now it was a race between the two of them to see who would cum first.
Then, finally, Rook pushed his cock as far inside King’s mouth as it would go, roaring as his massive load of hot seed shot its way down King’s throat. He gave a few more heavy thrusts, until he sat there at rest for a moment.
King whined and squirmed. His mind begun to cloud as he made it to the edge once more, his entire body shaking as a third orgasm overtook him, making a further mess of the floor below him.
Rook chuckled as he pulled himself out, a strand of cum mixed with saliva connecting his cock to King's lips.
Finally, Rook turned the toy off.
King groaned.
Rook gently knelt down in front of him, stuffing himself back into his pants.
“Are you alright?”
King fought to catch his breath, shakily nodding. Rook reached around and untied the chains from around King's wrists, then gently took him up into his arms and stood up. He wiped King's face with his thumb.
“Jeez…” King breathed. Rook chuckled as he carefully set him down in a chair, finding their bathrobes where they hung on the wall and handing King’s to him.
“Did you enjoy yourself?”
King rested his head back on the chair after pulling his robe on, giving Rook a tired thumbs up in response.
“I need water.” he mumbled. “And food.”
“Of course.” Rook replied, tying the belt on his own robe. He knelt down next to King's chair, and they both leaned into a nice, tender kiss. “I will be back in a moment.”
He stood up and started heading for the door, stopping when King spoke.
“Rook?”
“Yes?”
“I…I love you.”
Rook’s face was soft in a way it was only when he looked at King.
"You poor, pathetic little thing." Rook purred. He wrapped the rope around Omicron's wrists one last time before giving it a few rounds around the post. "You certainly are not as strong or powerful as you say. All bark and no bite, hm?"
Omicron had lost. How? How could he have fallen to someone as dimwitted and brainless as Rook? Omicron, the best of all of his siblings, Halcyon's favorite, the strongest, fastest, smartest cyborg around, and yet Rook had somehow trumped him in every area.
Rook finally seemed satisfied with his work, stepping back and watching Omicron try wrenching himself away from the post.
He wasn't going anywhere.
Rook began to circle him like a predator about to pounce on its prey, a hungry, primal glint in his eye. Omicron glanced around nervously. The sun shone down on the photocells in his plating, but he still felt weary and tired. And the worst of it wasn't even over yet.
Rook had him tied to a post in the middle of town, on the sidewalk, as if he were a dog waiting for its owner. And he might as well have been just that!
Rook stopped his circling in front of him, folding his arms across his chest.
"You should be excited, Omicron. You are finally about to prove your usefulness. Prove everything you say about yourself. How you are the best." Rook said. "People are already turning their heads toward you. Do you not want to give them all a show?"
Omicron wanted to disappear. Rook really was just as insane as everyone said he was.
Before Omicron could say anything in response, Rook finally walked around and stopped behind him, leaning close.
"You are nothing but my plaything, Omicron." he whispered. "You are a toy."
Rook reached down and pulled the waistband of his pants down until his cock almost sprung out, already slick with pre. He glanced around one final time before he pushed himself up to Omicron's entrance and slid his way in.
Despite his best efforts, a moan escaped Omicron's throat.
Rook chuckled as he slowly began to pump himself in and out.
"I knew you would enjoy this." he teased. "You have been so quiet until now."
"Shut up!" Omicron grunted. He didn't want to admit defeat. He didn't want to admit to Rook that the feeling of his cock practically spreading him apart was exactly what he wanted. He didn't want to admit he'd lost the battle.
Rook started to quicken his pace, putting a hand on the post above Omicron's. His other hand held the smaller cyborg's hip, pulling him into each thrust. He'd break Omicron eventually, and he wouldn't give up until he'd done it.
Omicron pulled against his binds, but he was still held fast. All he could do was take it.
"What would you do if I were to breed you, Omicron?" Rook purred. "You would have to walk around with my mark upon you. You would have to show the world even more that you are hardly anything more than something sent for my amusement."
Omicron leaned against the pole, his eyes rolling back, his mouth hanging open as he tried to form a retort. Each time Rook's hips struck his own, the heat in his loins grew. He was losing the battle.
His fluids ran down his legs as Rook continued pounding into him, with no sign he was about to slow down. Omicron's fingers clawed at the pole. His binds still held him there. His breathing came in short gasps and his legs threatened to buckle out from under him.
"Getting tired already?" Rook taunted. He dug his fingers into Omicron's hair and forced him further against the post. "But I am having so much fun with you."
Omicron moaned in response, nearly certain his plating would crack against the wood. The more Rook bucked his hips into him, the more he realized that he had, in fact, lost the battle. In a matter of minutes he'd lost his dignity and status as a top-of-the-line, creme de la creme cyborg, and become a breeding mount for some brute in an inferior dimension.
And the public was there to see it.
Omicron didn't pay attention to the other people that were around, only able to think about himself. As usual.
Rook had settled into a steady rhythm as he went, listening contentedly to the delicious little noises Omicron made with each of his thrusts.
"You do learn rather fast. I will admit that much." he remarked. "I find it amusing that this was all it took to teach you your place."
Omicron was nearly certain he could feel his guts shifting around when Rook moved inside him. The massive cock making waste of his dripping slit was certainly big enough to do so.
Rook put his hands on Omicron's thighs and kept at it, gritting his teeth. His thrusts became harder, and short growls came from his throat with each one.
Omicron grasped at the post, his moaning almost coming out in sobs. He hated how good it felt. He loathed it. But all he could think about was the man that was completely decimating his ability to think.
Omicron's legs were rubbery and his breathing was ragged and choppy. He gripped the post as hard as he could and shuddered, crying out as his legs shook with his orgasm.
Rook grabbed hold of Omicron's thighs and buried himself inside the smaller cyborg's slit, snarling roughly as he came. His warm, sticky seed filled Omicron's entire being, the excess dripping out and onto the ground, or otherwise running down his legs.
Rook sighed, catching his breath. He pulled himself out of Omicron's slit before hiking his pants back up as if nothing had even happened. Omicron slumped forward against the post, his knees weak and shaky, and he looked up at Rook with half-lidded eyes as he walked toward the post.
Rook chuckled, taking Omicron's chin in his hand.
"Look at you." he said with a smile, brushing a lock of hair out of Omicron's face. "You are a perfect pet. You simply needed to be domesticated, that is all."
He turned to walk away, clasping his hands behind his back. Omicron's eyes widened.
"Y-you're just g-gonna leave me here?" he asked weakly. Rook stopped and looked back at him.
"Of course. Animals do not belong indoors." he answered with a devious smile. "Who knows? Maybe you will be able to provide some other people enjoyment as well. Is it not wonderful to be a plaything? My mother did teach me to share my toys, after all."
Then, he turned and kept walking, ignoring Omicron's protests in his absence.
Omicron glanced around at some of the other regular passersby, his heart sinking.
Sexually repressed angel with a very high libido who has done chastity vows
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Demon with an equally high libido who knows what the angel truly wants and it's up to help him unleash all his perverted desires
Hex thought he'd made it. He hadn't done much, right? A little trespassing never hurt anyone. How would he supposed to know his little ritual had led to the realm of a cosmic master?
Something brushed against the back of his shirt. His hackles raised, all the fur across his body standing on end. Ears alert, he tried to turn around, but froze when he felt the heavy, warm breaths against the nape of his neck.
There was something behind him.
Large. Heavy. Imposing.
A small squeak escaped Hex's throat.
A hand on his shoulder.
"You don't belong here, do you?"
The voice was sultry, lilting, and handsomely accented.
"My name is Julian, trespasser. And this is my domain."
The being stepped around Hex and suddenly he was confronted with the full figure. An enormous, furry beast, with cloven hooves, tall horns, and far too many eyes. He was completely nude, his long, blue cock hanging underneath his ample abdomen.
With a snap, Julian's finger turned to a razor-sharp angled claw that he hooked under Hex's shirt and tore it clean open, slicing his shorts and undergarments as he went. His eyes, all of them, traced down Hex's body with a lustful admiration as the torn clothes fell off his body.
It was humiliating.
Julian's cock was already beginning to leak as he saw the fear on Hex's face.
Hex had never truly felt fear before seeing the hungry look in Julian's eyes.
Large, glistening teeth soon filled Hex's vision. As Julian opened his maw, every fiber of Hex's being told him to run, but he couldn't get his legs to move. A large, dexterous tongue worked its way around Hex's face as Julian's hands grasped his body and began to force it into his mouth.
Hex was being smothered with warmth, with wetness, an overbearing pressure from all sides as he was swallowed like a mouse in the clutches of a snake. Only now did he find the strength in himself to struggle. He thrashed his arms violently, but Julian's tongue pinned them to his body as it continued to force him down the great beast's ample throat. Julian's neck bulged out, causing gaps in his fur where it stretched to accommodate Hex's form. Soon, he found himself at the base of his esophagus, pressing against the sphincter of Julian's stomach. With a burbling laugh that emanated from deep inside Julian's guts, Hex was squeezed through the opening and into the acidic soup of Julian's acids and digestive enzymes. His fur was soaked with fluids as his legs and feet entered the great beast's maw, the tongue playing with his own sensitive nethers as he was pushed further and further in by the rhythmic muscular contractions of swallowing.
And then, he was gone.
Julian licked the taste from his teeth and lips before closing his mouth, using the last of the saliva from off of his teeth and gums to force Hex's paws down his throat.
The man inside could hardly breathe, his struggles amplifying as acids began to break apart his very cells. It was agony for him, but Julian felt differently.
The large, squirming mass in his gut just furthered to stimulate his growing arousal. Julian ran one hand over the bulges of his abdomen with the other rubbing his shaft, feeling the weight in his stomach press on his erection.
He could spend all of time like this.
Finally, though, the noise in his gut began to turn from groans to gurgles, and the masses subsided as Hex's body was reduced to bubbling chyme. His climax soon followed, coating the fur of his digesting underbelly with the blue, sparkling substance.
Hex got what he deserved. And Julian wasn't hungry anymore, at least for now. How well things worked out in his favor, just like always.
