#noncon touching

[bloody-boyfailure]

a bath scenes is one of my favorite things to read in a fic. a character at their most vulnerable, placing their trust in a caretaker or at the mercy of a sadistic whumper.

a caretaker tending to whumpee's injuries, extra cautious to be delicate with them. gently running their fingers through their hair, getting the last traces of conditioner out.

caretaker is thorough in their work, ensuring that whumpee's hair is unmatted and that any dried blood is rinsed out. it's terrifying to let someone in this close, but caretaker has shown nothing less than compassion, even when they've done nothing to earn it.

it's the first time in months that whumpee can stop thinking and let their aching muscles relax. instinctually, whumpee leans into their touch, needing it more than they realized.

on the other hand, a whumpee becoming intimately familiar with all the ways whumper can torture them. waterboarding or ice bathes, forcing whumpee to take a long hard look at what their body has become, all covered in cuts and bruises.

the bath could be the only place where they get any respite from whumper's torment. the one place they get to be alone with their thoughts and feelings.

the one place where they can scrub off the feeling of whumper's touch. a room of mirrors to regularly remind them they're under constant surveillance and need to be on their best behavior.

[loreleiloon]

Hero wakes up to the feeling of a long needle piercing their neck. "Hey--stop--!"

But the feeling of warmth softens the tension in their body quickly. Very quickly. They sink back against the pillows as a familiar scent overtakes them.

"Villain--" they pant, their limbs too comfortable to move. A rustling beside them confirms it. "W--why--?"

A hand ghosts their chin, but now they can barely grunt.

"No reason," Villain says just to their right, "I missed you..."

[whumppromptoftheday]

whumpee stares at the tub, full of steaming water, and shudders.

caretaker calls from the other side of the door, "everything alright? it's not too hot, is it?"

whumpee clears their throat and shake their head, "no, no, it's-" they exhale sharply and shake their head, "it's fine. i just."

I want to take a shower instead.

still staring at the tub, whumpee can feel whumper's hands on them, their nails scrubbing at caked on dirt and grime. their hands running all over whumpee's body-

whumpee shakes their head again and step into the tub, "it's fine, caretaker. thank you"

[pain-in-the-everywhere]

Possessive touches!

Yes!!!! Especially really subtle ones that an outsider would never pick up on, and if they do, would never register as something wrong.

A 'gentle' hand resting on Whumpee's shoulder or waist. Holding Whumpee's hand at all times in public. Wiping away Whumpee's tears or stroking their cheek because "you have a fallen eyelash. Make a wish, Whumpee."

You can go into more explicit noncon/assault territory with this trope as well, but honestly I prefer when it is seemingly 'innocent'. It's just physical contact: over the clothes, barely even suggestive. But Whumpee is terrified because they know where it could lead, and Whumper is getting high on the feeling of power and control because "is that all I have to do for you to know you're mine?"

Of course, Whumper never lets anyone else touch Whumpee. If Whumpee wants help with anything that requires physical contact, Whumper is the only person they are allowed to ask or seek comfort from. So when/if Whumpee is rescued and living with their friends again, they can't stop imagining Whumper whenever somebody lays a hand on them.

Touches as simple as brushing past Whumpee in a crowded room, tapping their shoulder to get their attention, or helping Whumpee apply makeup send Whumpee spiralling, but they don't know how to explain that to their friends because it's only touching. It seems pathetic to be freaked out by that. But they are and it's scary and when they think of Whumper they can't breathe and—

Whumpee may be free of Whumper, but Whumper will never let them go.

[thesandsofelsweyr]

Whumper grabbing Whumpee by the chin, steel fingers digging into their bruised cheeks eliciting a pitiful grunt of pain, yanking their bloodied face close enough to kiss 😌

[thedragon-and-hisboy]

Hiiii! I'm so excited to see you posting more whump prompt fics - I love your work so so much!! ❤️

I'd like to request something with "touch" with Hiccup - maybe something with creepy Viggo, or just whatever you want to do! ☺️

Hmm I did do Touch with Hiccup and Dagur a while back, but DAMN I can't resist a creepy Viggo!!! Tw for noncon touching! (Also can you tell I love the drama potential in this episode)

Dragon riding wasn't as bad as Viggo had expected. It was like riding an opinionated horse. He'd managed to center himself so that he didn't have to grip Hiccup's shoulders. Hiccup was very obviously relieved by that, but he didn't want Viggo to know. It was adorable, and the fact that he thought was getting away with concealing his emotions made Viggo smile.

He turned his thoughts to the task at hand. A Submaripper was known to have territory in these waters, yes, but his plans had shifted after he realized that Hiccup, dear boy, actually trusted him in a very limited way. Limited, but more than enough for Viggo's new plan. Why did he bother playing mind games against opponents who were unarmed in a battle of wits when Hiccup was right here? A perfect mind to toy with, and in a body that he suspected would also be perfect to toy with. He'd soon find out.

"Stop, dragon," Viggo said abruptly. The Night Fury grunted in annoyance but pulled up anyway, hovering about ten feet over the waves.

"What?" Hiccup said. "There's nothing out here."

"Yes," Viggo said. He withdrew the dagger from its sheath at his back. "Perfect."

The gasp that Hiccup let out when Viggo's arm snaked around his waist and pinned his arms to his sides was delicious to Viggo's ears. He pulled him back against his chest, raising the dagger to his throat. The Night Fury realized something was wrong and twisted in the air, trying to see and screeching.

"Don't fight," Viggo said in Hiccup's ear. "I don't want to slit your throat." He felt the rigid muscles of Hiccup's back and shoulders against him. "We're going to fly a short distance. You will not try to throw me off, or to have the dragon throw us both." He shifted to grip Hiccup's left wrist and pulled it up behind his back. Hiccup grunted in pain, fist clenched.

"I need that hand," he snapped. Despite the fear evident in his posture and tensed body, his voice was harsh. "Or do you want to crash?"

"Do your best," Viggo said. He settled the blade at Hiccup's side, digging in slightly as a poignant reminder. "Go north."

North they went, for about half an hour. Hiccup didn't say a word the whole time, fist still clenched in Viggo's grip and tense as a trip-wire. 

"There," Viggo said finally, startling Hiccup and the dragon. He used the dagger to point at a small island in a chain. "Land on that beach."

The Night Fury snarled but obeyed Hiccup's wordless direction to land. It was a rocky, barren stretch of sand, strewn with stones and driftwood. Once the dragon had touched down, Viggo swung himself off its back and dragged Hiccup down with him.

"Ah, wait!" Hiccup hissed in pain and unhitched his prosthetic from its rig. "What do you want, Viggo?! Why did you drag us out here?"

"Disconnect that tailfin," Viggo said, pointing. His hand was still firm on Hiccup's wrist, but he moved it to his upper arm to give him mobility. "I won't have you flying off the second my back is turned." 

Hiccup jerked against his hold. "Let me go!"

"No," Viggo said. "I've been planning this for a while now, and I won't have you or that dragon spoiling it for me."

"Planning what? You're insane!" Hiccup snapped. He tried to stomp on Viggo's foot with the prosthetic, but Viggo was faster. 

There was a boulder on the beach, head and shoulders taller than Viggo. He spun Hiccup around and slammed him against it, his head knocking off the stone. He gasped in pain and the dragon screeched indignantly, but Viggo had raised the dagger again.

"You will do as I say," Viggo said, voice losing some of its calm veneer. "You are in no position to defy me, my dear Hiccup." Hiccup's panicked breaths puffed against Viggo's face, his chest rising and falling quickly against Viggo's arm. Viggo shifted to use his own body to hold Hiccup against the stone. To his delight, Hiccup flushed bright red when Viggo put a knee between his legs to hold him in place. 

"Stop," Hiccup managed, his once-harsh voice now a faint gasp. The terror of Viggo's proximity and dominance had clearly undone him; a beautiful sight to Viggo's eyes. Viggo took the opportunity to take in Hiccup's features.

Green eyes, glowing with fear, over freckled cheeks still colored with embarrassment or shame, mouth slightly ajar to accommodate gasps that still emerged as Viggo's hand moved. He flinched as one hand came to rest on his face. 

"I'm afraid I won't," Viggo said. "You are so naive, my dear. So innocent. Trusting..." Hiccup gasped again as Viggo leaned forward and let out the most exquisite whimper as Viggo's lips ghosted along his neck. "So perfect."

"Please," Hiccup gasped, head twisted away and eyes squeezed shut. "P-please stop." The Night Fury howled in rage, impotent rage. It didn't dare attack when its master was in such danger. 

"Beg all you like," Viggo chuckled. He tilted the dagger to bite into Hiccup's throat, releasing a few drops of blood. "No one is coming to save you."

[macknus]

Febuwhump: Day Three

Prompt: Pinned Down

Febuwhump Masterpost

Whumpee ran. Sprinted through Whumper’s camp, feeling the cold, packed damp earth slapping beneath his feet was disgustingly wonderful. A feeling he didn’t think he’d ever miss, no… but here he was, breathless from the run, already exhausted from weeks of being captured and subdued, beaten and grounded and starved. His lungs screamed at him to stop, his muscles clenching as if he was ten sets into a workout, but Whumpee continued running.

A small crazed smile on his lips as he felt the wind on his face, rushing through his damp hair that Whumper kept tied back. The first thing Whumpee did when he got free was take that blasted bobbin from his hair and let his shoulder length raven birds nest free. He felt… oh gods, he felt alive.

He cleared the camp paths, rushing out of the alleyways packed with tents like buildings on either side and when he emerged onto the field that their camp was on he finally— after weeks that felt like years, stretched his white, feathered wings and continued to run.

Damn the ache in his back from spreading them.

Damn the stiffness of his limbs as he stretched them out to their full wingspan. He felt whole again now that they were no longer chained to his back at awkward angles.

He swallowed the cheers, the hollers, the whoops that threatened to spill out of his mouth from the relief, but he wasn’t out for the woods yet. He still had to clear Whumper’s camp before he risked making any more noise than is necessary.

He beat his wings after the stiffness faded to mere pins and needles. He was skinner than before, even if they were a little out of practice, they would hold him in the skies until he was free. They had never failed him before. And with the cool night air on his cheeks, the sable night sky calling to him, the stars winking, beckoning him to the heavens, Whumpee beat his wings, once, twice, then he was up.

He faltered a bit as he tried to steady himself in the air, a single, breath denying moment of a stumble as he fell through the air. But his wings caught and he wasn’t out for flying— he was—

He was FLYING!

He didn’t care as hot tears rolled down his cheeks, whipped away by the wind as he soared high above his prison, Whumper’s vile camp.

He was— he was actually going to be free…

And then he flew straight into a wall. Whumpee blinked, stunned as his body slammed against it— but it was just open air. Open sky.

“No,” he muttered, slamming his hand against it and a ripple whirled against the invisible barrier. The same barriers that Whumper’s sadistic Right Hand could weave. “No! No, NO!”

He pushed and clawed against the barrier and glanced up. He tried to fly above its edge, the impenetrable wall meeting a ceiling and he cursed.

“No! No! No! Come on,” he cried, pushing with all his strength against the barrier. There had to be a weak spot. There had to be.

“Do you know what the real kicker is?” A cold voice asked from below. Whumpee froze physically, while his insides raged against a storm. His heartbeat hammered against his chest, sweat forming on his brow, his chest, his back from the exertion. Whumpee trembled as he tilted his head down to see Whumper directly below him. Whumper met Whumpee’s gaze with a cruel smile as he stepped past the barrier that kept Whumpee trapped within the confines of the camp. “It only works on you, darling. It helps to keep your pesky friends out, and your defiant, ungrateful self in. Exactly how I want you.”

Whumpee snarled. “I’m not coming down. I’m not letting you chain me up again.”

Whumper stepped back into the barrier, all humour gone from his sharp, angular face, but his eyes glinted with a dark promise. “Good thing I don’t need your permission then, isn’t it?”

With a click of his fingers a spear appeared in his hand and Whumpee paled. Whumper tossed the spear in his hand, getting the weight of it in his fingers as he assessed Whumpee above.

“You can either come down here, now, or I’ll bring you down, boy.”

Whumpee glanced around the camp, but there was nobody else out of bed. Only Whumper. He could fly to the opposite end, avoid his attacks and then what? He couldn’t leave! Spelled to remain—

Before Whumpee could finish the thought he felt the whistle of the spear through the air and he rolled, barely dodging the blow in time. The spear ran straight through the barrier like a mocking taunt, but Whumpee couldn’t focus on that as Whumper summoned another spear into his hand.

“This one won’t miss. One last chance, Whumpee,” Whumper sang. His voice like gravel, echoing shards of ice through Whumpee’s ears and sending shivers down his spine. Whumpee knew how good Whumper’s aim was, and he didn’t want his wings to be speared which is exactly what Whumper would do.

Whumpee hung his head, wings beating against the air to keep him up. “Okay,” he said, hands balling into fists at his sides. “Okay,” he said again and let the air catch his wings as he descended.

It was pathetic really. Whumpee had a chance at freedom, at escape, and all it took for his defiance to smoulder was Whumper. Not an army. Not an onslaught of Whumper’s bloodthirsty soldiers, just… just him. With a spear.

Whumpee’s feet had barely touched the ground before Whumper tackled him to the ground. Whumpee’s head hit off the barrier with an oomph as his shoulders took the brunt of the blow to the cold, hard earth below.

Whumper straddled Whumpee’s waist, a cold smile on his thin lips. “You know how much I love your wings, Whumpee,” Whumper cooed, running his fingers over the feathers that made Whumpee squirm. He didn’t want the sensitive spots to be touched, especially by Whumper. That was something that he and his mate would share if he— if he ever got out of here.

But Whumper knew that. Knew how intimate a gesture touching Whumpee’s wings was and did it anyway.

“Which is why I’m so proud you didn’t make me put a hole through them,” he continued, touching an especially sensitive spot that made Whumpee whimper under Whumper. “But you still need to be punished. Right Hand suggested I clip your wings.”

Whumpee’s eyes went wide through his terror, shaking his head as Whumper smiled down his horrible smile at Whumpee. “Don’t worry, darling, I told her I won’t do that. I want you to still be able to fly… but your punishment remains.”

Whumper grabbed Whumpee’s wrist and yanked his hand down until it was parallel to the ground. Whumpee struggled, trying to pull against Whumper’s strength, but his grip was strong, sure. Fed. Whumper wasn’t starved like Whumpee. Whumpee’s resistance was futile and they both knew it.

“Now, since your hands are the actual offenders, getting you out of your chains, I think this will be a fitting punishment.”

Whumper didn’t wait a beat before slamming the spear through Whumpee’s palm and burying it into the ground below. Whumpee screamed and thrashed under Whumper, begging, pleading for him to take it out, take it out, I’m sorry.

Whumper clicked his fingers and another spear appeared. Whumpee kicked and tried to worm his way out from under Whumper but every small movement aggravated his impaled hand and he cried out.

“You got cooped up, little bird, it’s okay,” Whumper cooed. “You wanted to be outside, you should’ve just asked, boy.”

Whumper grabbed Whumpee’s free hand. “No! No! Please, Whumper! Please!”

“See? With those manners, I’d give you anything, darling.”

Then he impaled Whumpee’s other palm into the ground, effectively pinning him to ground, arms stretched out wide to his sides. Whumpee screamed as fire raced through his blood, no longer struggling but every breath, every tremor threatened to move his limbs and he wanted to be sick. The stench of dirt and cold and metal from his blood filled his senses which roared like a beast inside him.

Whumper’s smile dropped from his face as he stared down at Whumpee. He stroked a hand down Whumpee’s wing and Whumpee couldn’t stop the knee jerk reaction that tore against his hand and he screamed again.

“Now boy, you’re outside. Just as you wanted. A nice night below the stars might do you some good.”

Whumpee trembled as Whumper’s heat pulled away from him as the bastard stood. His mind only processing Whumper’s words after he walked towards the streets line with tents.

“Wait! You- you can’t leave me here!” Whumpee yelled after him, panic seizing his throat. “Whumper!”

Whumper didn’t answer, just kept walking further and further away. “Whumper! WHUMPER!”

“WHUMPER!”

There was no response. Whumpee stared up at the stars winking down at him, beckoning him to the sky and he sobbed.

[theloveofwhump]

Caretakers Beloved 

Chapter 4

TW: Noncon, Oral Noncon, Noncon touch, torture, waterboarding (minus the board), creepy Whumper, delusional Whumper

Luca tried his best to hide his shaking, tried to swallow the fear that wracked his body. He tried not to show any panic, but he couldn’t, tears dripped down his face as he pulled on the chain holding his arms high. He looked at the shower head just above his face and willed his mind to take him somewhere far away while his dignity was shredded along with his ravaged skin. He was so afraid. Afraid of what was coming. Elias was beyond reasoning with. He was insane, a man possessed by a misplaced belief that he was in love. 

Another sob caught in Luca’s throat as Elias slipped his underwear down past his crotch, down to his knees and slowly to his ankles. He tapped each leg for Luca to lift and fully removed the last of his clothing. Luca shivered with embarrassment and tried to close his legs around himself. He’d never felt so exposed and utterly at someone else’s mercy. 

Elias stood slightly back from Luca and examined every inch of him with slow, meticulous attention. His lips were parted, and he panted as he looked his fill. A large bulge was visible through his jeans. He took off his tshirt and moved toward the shower cubicle. 

Luca found his voice in the sea of disbelief thundering through his mind and started begging. 

“Please Elias, please. Don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me again. Don’t touch me, please.”

The tears flowed faster and wrists started to ache from tugging at his handcuffs. 

“Please, don’t. Don’t come any closer. I don’t want you to hurt me. I don’t want you to touch me. Don’t touch me.”

“Of course you want me to touch you.” Elias released a small giggle. 

“I’m just as nervous as you my love.” Elias laid his head on Luca’s chest and marvelled at the satin texture of his skin. He took a long lingering breath, breathing Luca’s scent deep into his soul. He reached down, unbuckled his jeans and slipped out of the rest of his clothes. He pressed himself against Luca, his overheated flesh piercing the cold sweat of dread that coated Luca’s body. The sticky, half dried blood holding them together. 

“My love, it’s our first time naked together, seeing each other, it’s ok to be nervous. This is a special moment. I won’t hurt you.”

Luca screamed as Elias turned the shower on and luke warm water hit him at full force. The swirling cuts that covered his limbs sang in agony as the water poured over him. He hung is head as his body shook with pain, tears glazed his eyes and he watched the water turn pink with his blood. Terror hummed through him, he was hyper aware of Elias’ body against his.

“You said you won’t hurt me! This hurts. Please…….stop.” Luca whimpered.  Elias ignored him and continued running his hand across Luca’s body. Not paying the slightest bit of attention to Luca’s pleas.

“You’re so much more than I ever imagined,” Elias sighed with pleasure. “Every time I look at you, touch you, my heart swells that little bit more. Look at your goosebumps Luca, look how I turn you on.”

Elias spun Luca around so they were face to face. Luca shivered violently, despite the warm water. With his hands still pinned above him, he could only watch in horror and disgust as Elias dipped his head and began to lick across his chest before taking Luca’s left nipple into his mouth and teasing it with teeth and tongue. 

Anger surged in Luca at the continued delusions in Elias’ head, the way he wouldn’t listen to reason, the violation against his body. He thrashed, trying to shove Elias away. He brought his knee up to stomach height quickly and landed a solid blow right between Elias’ legs. 

“Fuck…..” Elias grunted “I’m trying to be nice to you. I’m trying not to force you, you little bitch.” Elias had flipped like a switch, anger and pain radiating from him in waves. 

He spun Luca back around so his head and body was firmly under the shower head. Reaching over, he plucked a face towel from the drying rack, fisted his free hand in Luca’s hair and wrapped the towel around his face. Elias yanked Luca back on himself so he was almost bend double, his back straining with the force, his hands held firmly in the ceiling chains grip. 

A wild surge of hope ran through Luca, he wasn’t restrained to a board, his head was tilted back but it might just not be enough, this might not work…..! The hope was squashed moments later as the water soaked the towel and it sucked tight to his face as he tried to breathe. 

Although the water didn’t flood his throat and lungs as he’d seen on TV, it still managed to make its way into his sinuses and down his throat. Luca’s body reacted automatically and he coughed, followed by trying to take an enormous gulp of air. More water flowed in and the saturated towel blocked his airways. The water burned his nostrils and throat, the warmth of it making the pain more intense. Luca gagged and pulled more fluid into his body with the next uncontrollable gasp. 

Desperate for air he began spasming under the water, each inhale met with nothing, like sucking against a plastic bag. His lungs were on fire, screaming for oxygen. He tore his hands at the cuffs, the metal cutting through the skin at his wrists. His mind was in total panic, fighting for life, telling him to breathe and being met with zero relief, just an endless gagging. He was pure terror, his fear reverberated through his starved lungs and frantic heart. The sides of his vision dimmed and narrowed whilst panic consumed him. 

A quiet dripping encourage Luca to peel open his eyes. Alive, he was still alive. Relief was quickly overshadowed as awareness of where he was and what was happening flooded back to him. He focused on the object in front of him and recoiled. Elias knelt on the ground in front of him. And he was crying quietly. 

“It was for your own good. I’m, I’m s-sorry.”

Luca took a sharp breath in, wincing at the pain still running through his airways. The sound made Elias look up. Love and sorrow were shining in his eyes. He smiled shyly and pushed himself higher up on his knees. Elias was now face to face with Luca’s crotch. He froze transfixed and Luca wished for a moment that he had drowned. 

Elias continued to stare, fixated with Luca’s body. He slowly reached out and once again ignored Luca’s begging. He spread Luca’s legs with a hard shove and continued to look at him. My God, Elias thought, Luca was glorious and utterly perfect. He ached for him.

Elias couldn’t help himself, he needed a taste. He leant forward and licked the length of Luca. He was still soft but a small twitch gave away the effect his tongue had on Luca’s body. A slow, delighted smile spread across Elias’ face. Luca began to cry silently, unable to control his bodies response and feeling utterly betrayed by himself.

“What does Ryan have that I don’t?” asked Elias softly. He licked at Luca again, his tongue teasing Luca’s tip. He moaned in pleasure and sucked Luca’s head into his mouth. He groaned again at the heat in his mouth, the slightly musky scent making him dizzy, he swirled his tongue around Luca. 

“Not much by the looks of things. You’re getting hard for me already.”

Luca tried to hold himself together. He willed himself not to react, but as Elias moved his mouth further down his cock and took him into his throat he felt himself grow stiff and his hips bucked. Elias swallowed around him and Luca moaned. Despair filled him as his body continued to betray him and the tears fell faster. 

Elias looked up at Luca as he bobbed along his length. As Luca wept, he began to cry too. Luca’s tears of joy were beautiful, he glowed with desire and Elias obliged, his own tears running as the thought of Luca’s enjoyment washed through him. He’d never been so happy. He finally had Luca, he was all his! He sucked Luca’s cock harder and bought his face against Luca’s navel. Elias ran his teeth along Luca’s underside, took him deep into his throat and swallowed once more. 

Luca bucked his hips again. His body was hot, his cock throbbed, the warm heat coming from the moist mouth wrapped around him was overwhelming. He couldn’t help it. He moaned again as his hips picked up rhythm, his body tingled and a tightness grew in his abdomen. His shame momentarily overridden. 

Elias watched Luca’s face, witnessed the look as he stopped fighting against himself. Luca slammed his hips forward into Elias mouth and Elias swirled his tongue once more and swallowed around him. Luca came with a gasp and Elias continued to bob along his length as Luca filled his mouth and throat full of cum. 

Elias swallowed, savouring the flavour as if it was nectar. He licked the still twitching Luca clean as he rubbed his hands across Luca’s hips and ass. 

Luca was quietly sobbing once more as Elias stood.

“Aww, you enjoyed that didn’t you?”, Elias kissed down his jaw line and nuzzled his neck. 

“Don’t be sad, there’s plenty more coming. I’ll make you feel good again in no time. Let me show you how much more we can be.”

Luca opened his eyes in terror as the words sank in. He was numb as Elias turned him round and gently pinned him against the wall with his body. 

Luca bucked against him, the fight to escape returning. The desperation to get away was overwhelming. 

“Sssh relax for me love. I’m going to make you feel good again.”  He licked his fingers and then trailed them down Luca’s spine. Elias’s hand slipped lower and spread Luca’s ass. He slowly inserted his first finger and groaned against Luca’s neck as he gasped. 

He slowly fingered Luca. The other man’s moans filling him with need, his own cock tight against his stomach. He pumped in and out of Luca, feeling the man clench around his finger, he added a second and after a few minutes he slid in the third. Luca cried out.

“Please, no, stop it hurts. Please, I’m sorry, please stop.”

Elias slowed his fingers, giving Luca time to adjust. He licked Luca’s back and pressed tightly against him, god this was amazing. He pressed his fingers further in, wanting to be as deep as possible.

“Please stop!! Please, it’s too much it hurts! Stop, stop…….I’ll be yours, I promise. Just stop.”

The words tingled and sent electrified blood racing round Elias’ body in sheer elation. Luca said he would be his. The first step to finally admitting he loved him back!! His heart soared and his fingers curled deeper against Luca’s walls as he pumped them back and forth. He pushed his body firmly against Luca pinning him tightly. The last thing he would do now was stop. What a stupid idea!! 

Luca fought against Elias’ grip but his fight only excited Elias further. His fingers moved faster and deeper making Luca cry out.

Elias’ belief that Luca’s reactions were that of a consenting lover, that he was reacting out of sheer pleasure and wanting more pushed him over the edge. He withdrew his fingers, pumped his cock briefly and spurted his release down Luca’s back. 

Luca shivered in horror and shame as the sticky mess ran down toward his ass and continued down the back of his legs. 

“My love.” Elias sighed with a bone deep sated satisfaction. He took the cloth he’d used to smother Luca and started to clean his back.  

“I know you want me right now but there’s no need to rush. We have so much of each other to discover before we become one. We’ll know every inch of each others pleasure, the main event will by exquisite.”

Luca sobbed, the man’s insanity knew no bounds. His fight had left him and he was drained from the day. He flinched as Elias finished cleaning him, took his hand and led him back to his cell.

******* Really long chapter, sorry!!

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