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 Posted: Jul 13 2015, 03:37 PM
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WORD COUNT: 1565

TAG: Aster

SETTING: Four years ago

NOTES: First post, woo!
THE HINT OF THE CENTURY, CONSIDER THIS, THE SLIP, THAT BROUGHT ME TO MY KNEES
The first time hadn’t been so bad. They had thrown a bag over his head and thrown him in the back of a vehicle only to drive a short way before stopping. Then, roughly, they had spent the next ten minutes dragging him up endless flights of stairs in what he could only assume was one of the hotels on the Strip. When the bag was removed, it wasn’t by a Reaver, but by a beautiful woman. She had purple hair and green lipstick; he remembered that clearly because it had taken forever to wash those green smears off of his dick. Not that he had complained, of course. If slavery was just sleeping with beautiful women, then he didn’t mind captivity so much.

But, of course, that little misconception bubble was burst the second time they’d pulled him from the overcrowded slave quarters . Yes, it was still with a woman, but this time she’d tied him up and beat him with various devices until he could barely move the next day. It had been sexy for all of five minutes, and then, when he hadn’t been able to keep it up from being so turned off by the pain… Well, the lashes on the back of his thighs and ass told the story well enough. Little blue pills were now one way tickets to anxiety island on the panic attack express, and he wasn’t too fond of anyone wearing excessive black leather either.

Freshly eighteen and not too long after losing his v-card, Alec Thompson was scared to death of the new life he now had as a Reaver slave. Any healthy eighteen year old, red blooded male liked sex. That was a fact a nature. But, this? This wasn’t sex. It was forced. And, until now, he hadn’t known guys could be forced to have sex. Actually, he’d found out that he didn’t know a ton of shit. Oh, sure, he could survive the Mojave just fine and fend for himself pretty well, but here there were new ways to survive. He was no stranger to liars, but these people had taken it to a whole new level. He couldn’t trust anyone or anything. He couldn’t let down his guard for one second, not even when he was sleeping. His green eyes had dark circles underneath them from his lack of rest and his body ached in ways he thought only old people complained about.

It was hell, and there was no escape.

Though, he had no idea – that’s what the other slaves said, the ones that would actually talk to him. They said he had it easy so far. Just a week in and he’d seen nothing, they said. It didn’t take long for him to stop asking questions. Alec realized that maybe he didn’t want to know what they meant and, childishly, he hoped that, if he didn’t know, then he wouldn’t have to ever know. Maybe, he’d be spared. Maybe his sister Katie would come find him. Maybe he could escape and find her. Maybe it was all just a bad, bad dream and he would wake up and it would all be okay again. The other slaves assured him that it wouldn’t. He was too young, too pretty, too innocent, too fresh. Honestly, he didn’t really know what they meant by that, and he didn’t want to know. Whenever the Reavers came, he tried to hide in the corner, making himself as little and as unimportant as humanly possible. But, eventually, it wasn’t enough.

“That one! Get ‘im. Hold him up.”

Alec’s breath caught in his throat as a large man with a really big knife stalked through the darkened room, over sleeping bodies and passed out bodies and possibly dead bodies, all the way over to his corner. Even in the dark, his mop of messy blonde hair was like a beacon. He cowered back into his corner, hoping the wall would swallow him up. No such luck.

“This one?” The man reached Alec, snatching him up by his hair, yanking a howl of pain out of his throat.

“Yup, he’ll do. Come on.”

The man with the knife dragged Alec along behind him, towards the exit of the slave quarters. He knew not to plead. He’d seen them kick others in the gut for that kind of thing. Maybe they were taking him for a bath. Or to another pretty woman. Or maybe to freedom! Maybe his sister had found him and paid for him and it was all going to be alright!

Once outside the large room where the slave were kept, the men stopped. The man with the knife tossed Alec at the feet of the other man, a young one with tattoos and a cruel grin. Alec landed on his hands and knees in front of him, vaguely recognizing him as the leader, the one who had let him fix that generator a few days ago. “Yeah, this is the one. Go get him cleaned up. Nexus likes them all squeaky clean. Have fun, kiddo. Aster knows what he’s doing so just follow his lead. You’ll be a natural.” The man slapped his ass before walking off, which shocked Alec so much that he didn’t even have the nerve to respond. Who was Nexus? Who was Aster? Why did that guy hit his ass? Wasn’t he needing him to fix something again?

Before any questions could be voiced, Alec was snatched up again. A short walk and he was pushed into a large tiled room. “Strip,” he was commanded. And, reluctantly, he did so. Hands over his crotch, he stood there shivering in the tiled room, not really knowing what to expect. A woman came in, cigarette dangling from her lips, and looked him over. She slapped his hands away and looked him over extremely well. Despite himself, he knew he was getting hard. She wasn’t bad looking, but this was no time to be turned on. Something was about to happen to him, and he was worried it wasn’t anything good. “He’s clean enough. Soak him,” she ordered, before walking away. Then, out of nowhere, came the coldest, strongest stream of water he’d ever felt. The temperature took his breath away and the forced knocked him off his feet. Slipping and sliding on the tile, Alec was blasted with water from all angles. It stopped for only a moment, during which a lung-choking cloud of powder was thrown at him, before the water started again.

The powder turned into suds and he felt the grime wash off of him. That wasn’t so bad, but he was still trying to catch his breath by the time the water was turned off and he was pulled to his feet again. A towel was shoved into his arms and he gladly dried off, shivering even more than before with worry. They hadn’t bathed him before, not like this. What was happening? Where were they taking him? He found out soon enough. After he was dried off, Alec was given an extremely tight fitting pair of briefs to put on – sparkly red briefs that left no room for imagination. He looked dubiously at the Reaver with the big knife, but the man only chuckled darkly. Another bag over the head. Another long drive. Another stumbling trip through somewhere. And then the bag was removed. And then all became quite clear.

Alec found himself in a plush, ornate, sweet-smelling room. The blood red carpet beneath his bare feet was luxurious. The walls were covered with fancy looking wallpaper and even fancier looking framed paintings. Heavy, red drapery covered the windows, blocking all light. The only light on the room came from inset bulbs illuminating a multi-colored mound of pillows topping a rounded bed in the far corner of the room. On top of the mound of pillows was a person, a man. Actually, a boy, around his age, it seemed. He had on the same briefs as Alec, but, other than that, all Alec noticed was his head full of brown curls because someone speaking drew his attention. In the middle of the room, between the door and the bed, was a large man in a large chair. It had been facing the bed, but now it swiveled to face Alec. “About time,” the man said, his face half-hidden by the dimly lit room.

“Apologies, Mr. Nexus. Cain sends his regards.” Alec felt the Reaver prod him none too gently in the small of his back as he spoke to the man in the chair. Alec stepped forward, feeling the man’s gaze sweep over him. In the far corner, the boy on the pillows lifted his head to look too. Alec suddenly felt like crawling into a corner. His breath came out shaky and he tried to steady himself. He could guess what this was all about, but his mind was blocking out that possibility as hard as it could. For now, he just felt confused and cornered. The man in the chair grunted his approval, it seemed, for the Reaver gave Alec another shove, instructing him to get on the bed. Staggering forward, Alec slowly skirted the edge of the room, staying as far away from the man in the chair as he could before reaching the bed.

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 Posted: Jul 21 2015, 09:45 PM
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Tacky. Aster would never be dumb enough to voice such a statement though. Eyes flitting amongst the opulence that was trying so desperately hard to be decadent – that’s all Aster could think though. The room was tacky, the outfit he’d been given was tacky, it was all so dreadfully ridiculous. Nexus was a man who liked to reach for the finer things in life but rarely ever did he manage to wrap his slim fingers around his prize. Aster liked to think he was an exception. The Reavers might’ve terrified him, the men that would visit him in the Basement terrified him – so much terrified him. But not this. Nexus wasn’t a terrifying man, Nexus was the sort of man who lived on other’s success. A social climber who’s ladder was only as high as his ‘friend of the month’ allowed it to be. The paintings were faux, the sheets were a decent thread-count but enough with the red. Aster was growing into it, growing into his role as an expensive depository for cum and rage and perversions. He’d been in the game for a while now. Rolling onto his back, stretching languidly out over the pillows – he was keenly aware that Nexus wasn’t even a fucking player.

“Comfortable?” The other male’s voice was thick with cigarettes. Aster mused that he could even smell the cancer on his breath. Rolling onto his stomach, he gave the man a smile – it was always easier to play along when they took the effort to make their harmless fantasies more of a reality. This isn’t a dangerous situation. He prayed that he wasn’t wrong. “Quite, all the extra pillows are a nice touch. Very soft.” Arms slithering around one of the larger ones, he hugged it to his chest with a playful grin – patting one next to him with a raised brow. “Y’know, we really don’t have to wait to get started, sir. Why not just fuck me yourself? I promise you’ll like it.” Perhaps he should’ve been a bit more wary of the gleam in that man’s eye. Aster should’ve been a lot more wary of a lot of things though. “No, I could have that with anyone. I want a show, I want a spectacle.” He tried to swallow the knot at the back of his throat, he really did but even still – something choked his words. He’d been apart of shows before – apart of bacchanals drenched in blood and pain – chained to a ceiling, whipped and cut and burned and scarred. Tortured, raped. They’d led a donkey in…

Shaking his head slightly, Aster made sure to keep the slightly contented smile cemented to his face. This wasn’t the place for memories, this was the place to make them so they could be repressed later. Drastically different circumstances. It wasn’t common for Aster to have memories in the first place but even the bad ones were to be welcomed as long as the only alternative was oblivion. I wonder how long I’ll think such… He knew the opinion would be carved from him sooner or later, he’d learned that much just from spending time in the Garden. Memories weren’t wine. They got worse with age. “What kind of spectacle, exactly? I can’t serve if I don’t know the task.” He kept his tone light, lilting amongst syllables that felt like intimate betrayal. He was literally asking for it and he had no one to blame but himself.

“A virgin. I’m having a virgin brought up, Aster. You’ll make him feel comfortable and all that and then you’ll suck and ride his cock. I asked for a slave who’s ‘straight’ but it’s not like it matters, I just want them to have never taken a cock up the ass. You’ll be fucking him as well.” Eyeing the other man, Aster tried to decipher any hidden meaning, any angle on this that could potentially turn violent. He didn’t like how many he found. The ‘virgin’ could be a psychopath, could break him apart the second he tried to remove his pants. There’s no way this is gonna end up in a good place. “Sounds exciting.” He hated his smile.

It was only at that moment that the door opened. He didn’t dare look, not right at first. Perhaps he could close his eyes, let whatever was gonna happen just…happen. Perhaps he could survive this entire ordeal as long as he didn’t look at the other. Curiosity killed the cat. It was apparently going to kill him too. Glancing over at the doorway, he let out the unconscious breath he’d gathered in the depths of his belly. Not a hulking monster, not a tattooed psycho with one eye and no balls. He was handsome. A jawline like granite and green eyes that still held something in them. He seemed close to Aster’s age – body youthful and taunt and lean. Skin stretched over vast planes, over muscles hardened with years in this world. Aster’s eyes wandered past the waistband of the same ridiculous briefs he too wore, sizing up the bulge situated neatly in front. Oh I can handle that, I can do this. He didn’t bother paying attention the Reaver or Nexus – watching with a kind of sly amusement as the boy circulated the room, going the long way to reach the edge of the bed. A little lamb.

When he reached the bed, Aster glanced over his shoulder at Nexus – watching the Noble nod only once. Lifting his hand, he was careful as he took the other man’s wrist – pulling him onto the pillow-laden mattress. “There we go, don’t be worried.” He whispered, giving the other the smallest of smiles before maneuvering his own body in between the legs of the other. Fingers dancing up his sides, Aster leaned in close, his mouth trailing kisses along the side of his new lover’s neck as a cover for what he actually had to say. “If you fight back, they’ll probably have us killed. He wants to watch us have sex, the whole 9-yards; kissing, blowjobs, anal. He wants to watch you take a cock for the first time so you’ll fuck me first and we’ll play that part by ear, alright? Just go along with it.” He dragged his nails tantalizingly gentle up the length of the other’s back before moving his mouth to the other man’s, biting at his bottom lip.


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 Posted: Jul 22 2015, 01:29 AM
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What’s going to happen? The question of the ages, it seemed. Alec knew he was trembling slightly. He had to be; his stomach was a writhing mass of nerves and dread, and there was no way all that turmoil wasn’t having some outward effect on his body. He stopped at the edge of the bed and looked up to see the man on the pillows watching him. Alec felt a cold chill run down his entire body. The guy didn’t look all that intimidating. He didn’t look like any pushover either, though. So, this situation could go either way, so far as Alec was concerned. He let the man take his wrist in his firm hands and Alec was already a slightly bit less nervous. So, the guy seemed nice. That was good. Maybe this wouldn’t be a total soul-scarring situation after all!

Alec climbed onto the bed, facing the man in the same wild underwear that he was in. This must be Aster, he decided. Alec took a moment to look this Aster person over. They were indeed about the same age, but Aster’s eyes and very posture gave the impression of maturity, a special kind of maturity that Alec himself did not yet possess. It was intimidating up close, the calm in his brown eyes, when Alec knew his own eyes must have looked like a deer in the headlights. He bit his bottom lip, nervously kneading it between his teeth. His anxiety was helped none by Aster sudden closeness. Alec had been on his knees, and had sat back on his feet, his knees splaying wide. And Aster had just totally invaded that space that his open legs had made. He felt the man’s knee brush awfully high up on his inner thigh and Alec stiffened in alarm.

He’d never been this close to another guy before. And definitely not with such lack of clothing. Aster said not to be worried, but that was all Alec was – one huge bundle of worry. A small gasp escaped Alec’s mouth as he felt fingers moving up his side. He froze in place, unsure of what to do or what was expected of him in this situation. His breaths were short and quick, and he felt cold and exposed in a way that being purely naked could never quite compare to; this was a totally different level of invasion. “What are you doing,” he whispered, his voice small and tight, pure panic dripping from every word.

“If you fight back, they’ll probably have us killed.”

Alec’s gasp was much more audible this time, maybe because his head was at a funny angle. He was trying to not let his face touch Aster’s while still looking at Aster, and he was not succeeding. His eyebrows rose and his mouth fell open a bit. Killed!? Like as in death?! What. The. Actual. Fuck.

“He wants to watch us have sex, the whole 9-yards; kissing, blowjobs, anal. He wants to watch you take a cock for the first time so you’ll fuck me first and we’ll play that part by ear, alright? Just go along with it.”

It was as if someone had tried to explain how the universe was created, but with only using one sentence. It was simply too much information for so short an amount of syllables. Alec blinked stupidly in muted horror. The words that stuck out to him were ‘blowjobs’, ‘anal’, and ‘cock’. Everything else had been a blur. His mouth had started to form a W, because he was going to ask ‘what?’; he couldn’t have possibly heard that correctly, but any form of verbal communication was halted as his back involuntarily arched. The nails going up his back made him move in such a way that his front touched Aster’s front and Alec completely fell to pieces. He shook his head ‘no’, trying to get this to stop somehow. Something had to be able to happen to make this suddenly not real. He’d never even had a blowjob from a girl! How was he supposed to give one to a guy?! He wasn’t even sure how they worked. Did you actually blow?

A small yelp of alarm came out of Alec completely against his will when Aster was suddenly all up in his face, nipping at his lip. He even jumped a little, though he didn’t have the mental capacity to register that right now. A clearing of a throat from across the room brought him back to Earth. He was botching this. He had to do better. Aster was right; they could be killed if they didn’t perform as expected. He cut his green eyes over in that direction, but before he could see anything, his attention was brought right back in front of him. He was being kissed. …by a guy. On the mouth. Whoa, and there was tongue! Alec shut his eyes and started a mantra. Pretend it’s a girl. Pretend it’s a girl. Pretend it’s a girl. A very shaky and highly unsure hand moved up from his side and cautiously touched the side of Aster’s face.

The mantra was immediately broken because girl’s did not have facial hair. However, he went back to chanting it, over and over in his head. Girl, girl girl… He tried to remember his first kiss with Rebecca, and then those times with his first (and only) girlfriend, Tanya. He even tried to picture the two women they had whored him out to already. But, it was no good. None of them had ever felt quite like this. There weren’t boobs pressing on his chest, and there wasn’t the smell of perfume or girly soap. Instead, the body pressing against his was hard, taunt and lean. And the smell? Actually, Aster smelled really nice, sort of like some expensive cologne or something. It was just a general manly smell, strong and slightly like trees. He smelled like back East. He smells like home. At that realization, Alec took a deep breath and visibly relaxed, breathing Aster in and letting himself get lost for a small moment.

His hand went to the back of Aster’s neck and he tried being a little braver. He needed to get in the moment or they could both be in very real danger. He pulled slightly, testing to see if he was doing this right, and amped up the kisses. A bit, at least. It went from small, little things to longer, deeper motions. And, to his immediate concern, it wasn’t so bad. He could do this. It wouldn’t kill him. He could handle this. That gave him some courage and Alec’s free hand went up with his other to Aster’s neck. He let his hands rest lightly there before letting his fingers get tangled up in those thick brown curls he’d noticed earlier. Alec’s fingers dove into Aster’s hair, tugging and teasing as best as he knew how. In a rare moment of bravado, he actually pulled Aster’s hair, kissing his neck that because exposed because of it. He let go, fingers still deep in his curls, and looked at Aster as he righted himself. Green eyes searched brown, full of questions… Is this how it goes?


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 Posted: Jul 30 2015, 08:07 PM
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THIS LIFE'S A FUNERAL AND EVERYONE'S AT MY WAKE
It was a good thing Aster had never been rented out as a sort of ‘caretaker’. He definitely did not have the patience for it. The other man was fumbling; Aster had all but handed him the ball and he was letting it bounce out of bounds. While he held Nexus in as little regard as possible without it showing – he also held no delusions that severe punishment if not death would follow in the wake of ‘failure’. But this other one…this creature he held in his arms, quivering and shaking – peering around with wide eyes like a brainless calf; there wasn’t going to be a chance in the world for him. Aster had survived the Basement, he’d survived torments most others would never be able to imagine but hell was a holding place – a punishment for sinners. He wouldn’t last a day. Nexus cleared his throat from where he sat and Aster’s teeth bit just a little harder into the lip of the other. C’mon man, it’s not rocket science. He idly wondered if Nexus already had his pants around his ankles, stroking furiously. He didn’t dare look, he didn’t dare do anything else than focus on trying to get the little lamb to do his job.

He felt fingers move to his cheek, shuddering and flighty and Aster smiled against the other’s lips – nodding in the barest sense of eagerness. That’s it. Do something. Do literally anything at this point. He made an attempt for understanding, a solid go at not being so exasperated by the other but he failed miserably. Aster got it in some sense, he understood the shock but what he couldn’t understand was how anyone survived in this world without being able to adapt at the drop of a hat. Those devilishly clever fingers worked their way to back of his neck and Aster’s lips parted in the barest of gasps. He’d always been sensitive there, a shiver curling its way down his spine, the other man’s lips moving in a slightly more helpful rhythm with his own. Letting his own hands clutch at taunt flesh – Aster would’ve been lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the feel of those hard muscles. Rarely was there ever a chance to work with someone who wasn’t repulsive.

Nails gently scathing up the other’s sides – he relished the quivering flesh even as fingers tangled in his hair and his head was pulled back; lips moving to the hollow of his throat. Groaning, he kept the smile on his face – eyes shifting to the other man’s. He could see the trepidation there – the visceral fear his earlier words had inspired. Good, he gets it. Giving him the slightest of nods, barely comprehensible he pulled the virgin’s lips back to his – kissing him hard, his tongue tracing the outline of the other’s mouth as Aster’s hands worked their way past the waistband of the other’s underwear.

Trying to get a sense of where the pleasure centers were – Aster let his hands wander, roaming over the other’s ass and hips – the kisses sharp and hard. Pulling back only slightly, he locked eyes with the virgin; bringing his hands around the curve of his hips and taking his cock in hand, stroking gently underneath the fabric. “Don’t worry.” He whispered, mouth curving into a small, somewhat sorry smile. “I’ll make it feel good, I promise.” Mouthed against the other’s lips, he brushed his thumb over the head of the blonde’s dick – raising one hand and pushing him back with gentle force. “Lift your hips for me.” He doesn’t have time for a questioning retort and hooking his thumbs over the waistband – he tugged the virgin’s underwear down. Kisses streaming from his lips down across his chest and stomach, Aster locked eyes with the other before swallowing him in one smooth motion.


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It shouldn’t have given him any sense of triumph or thrill of conquest to hear Aster gasp the way he had, just barely, when Alec had actually made a move. He felt like, maybe, he wasn’t so bad at this. Perhaps he was pretty good at sex! Hey, if he could get a guy to gasp, then he had to be doing something right. …right? And no one had ever touched him quite like Aster did – the way his hands roamed all over him and groped and lingered and explored. That was actually pretty nice. Well, it felt nice. It felt really nice actually. Momentarily, the ‘girl, girl, girl’ mantra was forgotten, and then totally abolished when a rather delicious noise came out of Aster. It was sort of like a groan, but the kind of groans he himself made when something felt really good in that sexy way. Alec’s lips quirked a small smirk as Aster looked at him, answering the question he’d tried to ask with his eyes. I am doing good!

He didn’t get to wallow in his masculine triumph but for a split second because Aster’s mouth was back on his, and this time it wasn’t so gentle. Though, it wasn’t rough. It was somewhere in the middle, somewhere in a vast, unexplored plain of sensuality that Alec was just now stumbling upon, somewhere that made that good, warm, tight feeling start to grow just beneath his ridiculous sparkly red bottoms. And, it just so happened, that beneath his bottoms was right where Aster’s hands suddenly disappeared to. Muffled by the kisses, Alec made a noise of protest, but it was out of uncertainty more than it was an actual complaint. An involuntary shudder rippled through him visibly as hands that were not small and were not all that feminine explored areas where he never expected any man’s hands except for his own to ever be.

And then came the internal struggle… Why? Because it felt good. It felt really damned good. He wasn’t quite sure when he’d wrapped his arm around Aster but he had, and he was holding him tighter, kissing back with a slight lack of breath. Some might even call it panting, but he wouldn’t. …even though he was fucking panting. In his head, he knew this shouldn’t be happening – boys didn’t do this, boys didn’t make other boys feel good. That was bad, that was wrong, that was unnatural, that was a sin – he’d been told so all his life. And yet, here he was, being touched by a boy and feeling that slight loss of reality around him, so that all that mattered were those touches and what he could do to keep being touched like that. But this was wrong! Wasn’t it? Sure, some guys did this, but not him! Never him! He liked girls! He thought about girls. He got off to thoughts of girls and did sex stuff with girls and… And this wasn’t a girl. This was a man… A man with warm, brown eyes that made Alec’s stomach knot up when Aster looked up at him through his eyelashes. To any casual observer, it was fairly plain to see – though he may have been have some moral debate about this in his mind – Alec’s body knew exactly what it thought about all this, and it was quite the firm response.

Alec let out a shaky breath as Aster broke their kisses. The transition from Aster exploring to Aster being all up on his cock seemed fairly natural. Actually, it was so natural that only a slight gasp of approving acceptance was all that Alec could muster in response. There was a man’s hand around his dick and he knew that he should have minded, but he didn’t. In fact, he was sort of wondering why he’d stopped kissing him. “What,” he asked, his voice much huskier than he’d expected. He just had noticed how hot it was in here. His face was all warm and Aster felt warm. Actually, Aster’s hand felt warm. …how bizarre was this? Never had he thought he’d be casually speaking to a man who was fondling his cock. But he was, and, really, it felt pretty damn natural in the heat of the moment. Aster told him not to worry and smiled, and Alec smiled back – albeit a little stupidly because he didn’t quite grasp the magnitude of the moment. He just thought Aster was apologizing for the kisses, which were kind of nice by now, actually. When Aster said he’d make it feel good, Alec nodded, giving a little breathless laugh. It already felt good! What was he talking about!? This was great. He could do this all night. No big deal! He was feeling silly for worrying at all. Making out with a guy wasn’t so bad, as it turned out. But…he had sort of forgotten that whole ‘actual sex’ part. His mind wasn’t firing on all cylinders at the moment – especially when Aster’s fingers expertly ghosted over the end of his dick. “Oh,” was all Alec could get out, the noise muffled from Aster’s mouth on his. “Okay.” He smiled as Aster broke the kiss again, putting a hand on his chest and pushing him backwards. Alec went right along with it all, quite content with all of it. Aster said he’d make it feel good, but, it already did. Alec wanted to tell him so, and opened his mouth to start, but Aster cut him off.

“Lift your hips for me.”

That was when the lusty haze was bitch-slapped from Alec’s mind. “Huh?” But there was no protesting. It was done before he’d even really known what had happened. Alec felt a stab of panic as he was parted from his ridiculous, sparkly underwear. It had felt stupid, but now it seemed like a security blanket made of rhinestones and safety. And, it didn’t feel so safe down around his knees. He reached down to pull them back up, suddenly feeling that trapped sensation again. He wanted to kick Aster in the head and run. His breath came in short, sudden bursts, right on the verge of hyperventilating. His underwear was down, and he realized he was at full mast. And a guy had done it. A guy had made him hard, in that awesome, almost painful way. Oh, shit… And now that same guy was kissing down his body. “Um… Uh..” The lower Aster got, the more Alec squirmed. When they locked eyes again, Alec could only stare, suddenly paralyzed again with the impending unknown looming before him in the form of brown curls and a handsome smile.

And then his cock was in a guy’s mouth.

A very unmanly squeak of disbelief tumbled out of Alec’s open mouth as he gaped down at Aster – who, by the way, was still looking at him, face full of dick. Alec’s hands went to his own head, putting them against his forehead and pushing his hair back. It was only a slightly more composed gesture than simply flailing his arms around like a man drowning at sea, which was sort of what he felt like, only the sea was warm and a dude’s tongue. “Ohhhhkayyy, my dick’s in your mouth,” he said, his voice strained and right on the verge of hysterics. He couldn’t take looking anymore and dragged his hands down his face, trying not to completely loose his shit. “Okay, um… Wow.” And, seriously. …wow. He moved his hands away from his face to look back down, still blown away by what would surely be a mental image now and forever burned into his mind. And then Aster moved his head. And it was the most amazing thing Alec had ever felt in the history of all evers.

His head fell back against the pillowed bed and his arms dropped limply to his sides, making him all sprawled over the pillows with his legs at a funny angle because, well, there was a guy between them and he wasn’t sure what to do. At that exact moment, he couldn’t do much of anything. It was like some sort of sensory overload. Warm. Wet. Slick. Smooth. And perfect. Just…perfect. His whole body seemed to agree and he just sort of melted into the pillows. He didn’t even feel the slightest bit homophobic when the thought – This is even better than pussy - slid casually across his mind. And then Aster moved again, and Alec’s hips arched up without much direction from him. He pulled himself together enough to know he wanted to see this some more, and so he pulled his arms back, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at Aster.

There were simply no words.

It was hypnotic, soothing, sexy, mind-blowing, wrong, right, and the best thing that had ever happened. Words escaped him. He just knew – wrong, right, or somewhere in between – he couldn’t care less what the universe at large thought of this moment. He just knew that he wanted it to go on forever. And then Aster did something with his tongue. Alec twitched, his hips jerking and the rest of his body stiffening and hungering for more. “Do it again,” he groaned, still propped up on his elbows but with his head falling back. He didn’t have to watch. He didn’t know if he could. It was just so much at one time. When Aster complied, Alec jerked again, his elbow-propping forgotten in exchange for his hands gripping Aster’s arms and shoulders. “Again,” he groaned, totally forgetting himself or anything else in the entire world except for the feeling of Aster – gorgeously handsome Aster with his curls and his cool facial hair and his steady hands.

It would be more than fair to say that Alec was totally lost in the moment.

As it continued, he got even more unlike himself. He purposefully moved his hips up when Aster moved his head down. He groaned and writhed and totally surrendered to the sensations Aster could illicit. Finally, he felt himself getting close and he said so, not quite all in his right mind as he said it. And, when Aster stopped, Alec was quick to sit up, giving him a hard, confused glare. “Why did you stop? Don’t stop.” He gave Aster’s hair a little tug. “Please?” Later, when he would take time to look back at these moments, he’d probably die from shock. However, for now, he was completely shameless. He licked his lips, cupping Aster’s face with his free hand, trying to be sly and guide his face back down. But, of course, Aster was much too experienced to not see right through that. When Alec could tell they wouldn’t be continuing that particular activity at this exact moment, he was crestfallen and it showed. He closed his eyes and and sighed, trying to look pitiful and adorable and… And that’s when he came back to himself. Was he really begging for a guy to suck his dick some more? Had he REALLY just done that? In front of other people?!

Not thinking, Alec glanced over at their audience. He really wished he hadn’t because it wasn’t every day you saw an overweight, unattractive, older man jacking off like there was no tomorrow. Alec looked back at Aster, wide eyed, and flushed a deep red, running a hand back through his hair. He left like maybe he’d rather crawl under something and die than own up to absolutely loving that blowjob and begging for more and having a witness to it all. “Sorry,” he muttered, completely disgusted with himself for losing it quite so much as all that. He’d hoped he was made of sexier, tougher stuff. Obviously not. Or maybe that was just what blowjobs did to guys? It wasn’t like he’d know. That was his first one. And a guy gave it to him. …oh, this was just so fucking weird. (And sort of insanely hot at the same time.) What’s happening to me?!

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There was a power in it even if Aster wasn’t entirely sure how to harness it. Sex was a currency in the Mojave, he knew that entirely too well but he’d never thought to be rich at it. The other man was unlike any others he’d been with and perhaps it was the virginity, perhaps it was the fact that he was ‘straight’ or whatever identifiers bigots used nowadays to separate themselves from the ‘others’. Hands brushing along strong, muscles thighs – Aster kept a careful eye on the blonde’s reaction to his ministrations, swallowing and sucking in all the ways he knew were magic to a man. He could feel the brand on the back of his neck, stinging and fluttering like some sort of insect trapped beneath the skin. How often had they told him he was nothing, that he was meant for this. He hated how he enjoyed it, how he enjoyed taking this inexperienced man down his throat – letting him fuck his mouth with the small thrusts he gave.

Wrapping one arm around the man’s hips, Aster steadied him as best he could – pulling off his cock with a wet pop at the groans and moans that met the air from the other. Grinning up at him, he ran the tip of his tongue from balls to crown – swirling and sucking at the head, chuckling when he demanded ‘again’ and ‘again’. It wasn’t a huge cock, not some monstrous thing that was meant only to tear and rip and hurt. Aster could make this pleasurable for both of them, make them both feel good in the end. Relaxing his throat, he had little trouble taking the man in one deep swallow, nose pressing into the manicured thatch of blonde curls. Oh how we are nothing more than property to be fucking groomed. The words came soon after it, a pregnant warning of climax. Pulling off him, Aster had to laugh at the antics, at the blissed-out look on the other’s face. He knew his craft well, always had as far as he could remember.

“Please?”

Grinning, Aster crawled back up the length of the other’s body, kissing and sucking at the sweat-slicked skin before finally locking lips with the other, a needy kiss, a lustful kiss. Perhaps Aster should’ve been ashamed to have wanted it as much as he did in that moment but it wasn’t there, the shame had been burned away what felt like eons beforehand and he was allowed to have desire for another. Especially someone so handsome and so receptive. “Oh don’t worry love, I have better planned for us. If you’re a good boy though, maybe I’ll find you after all this is over and let you fuck my mouth. You want that don’t you? Want me on my knees in front of you, staring up at you as you ram your cock down my throat? It’s okay to say you want it, love – I want it too.” He kept his voice low, husky and dark – whispers in the other’s ear. “You should tell me your name so I know what you scream when you fuck me deep on this bed…” Licking the shell of the other slave’s ear, Aster ground his hips into his, letting him feel the hardness press against his thigh. Rearing back on his knees – Aster stood, one foot on either side of the virgin’s hips. Hooking a thumb under each side of his bottoms, he slid them down his legs – kicking them off into one corner of the room, glancing back at Nexus for only a moment before slowing lowering himself towards the blonde’s achingly hard cock.

“Aster…” He froze, the sound sending a creeping chill up the length of his spine. He knew that voice, the way people spoke when they wanted something more than what they knew you were willing to give. Looking over his shoulder at Nexus, he smiled slightly. “Yes?” He asked.

“I did tell you before that I wanted a spectacle…get on your knees.” There was always going to be a catch. This wasn’t going to be what he’d hoped. This wasn’t going to be making love with a beautiful, young man. This wasn’t going to be wrapping his legs around his hips and kissing him breathless in between deep thrusts. Degradation. Shame. Fucked like an animal, like a dog. He knew he wasn’t looking too far into it, he knew he wasn’t wrong. Some would say it’s not that bad. Aster knew better. Aster knew that ‘not that bad’ always lead to something much worse than ‘bad’. The nod was microscopic. Looking back down at the virgin, Aster leaned down – kissing him gently, trying to force the begging through his lips. Just do it.

Turning on one of his knees, he spread his legs and arched his back – exposed to the other, eyes cast down. “Aster…” Forcing back any sense of dignity, he looked up at Nexus with an expectant glare. “Face in the sheets, like the slut you are. And you!” He glanced at the other slave when Nexus turned his attention to him. “Hold his head down, no lube. I wanna see you fuck him dry.”


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It was otherworldly, the sensations he was having. Everyone had taunted and teased, poked and prodded, like this was some torturous thing that was going to happen to him. How wrong they had been! How stupid of him for worrying! He’d been so silly to be scared earlier. This was simple, easy, and came naturally. It shouldn’t, said a little voice in his mind. But it does, he thought. Something that should have been so awkward and repulsive was rapidly becoming one of the hottest moments of his young life. Maybe he’d been wrong about girls!? If this was what it was like with guys, then maybe he had been wrong all along. Though, that could have just been the lust-hazed thoughts of a man balls deep in another man’s mouth, but the thoughts lingered after that was all over. As Aster kissed up his body, Alec grinned down at him like the love-sick little fool he was. He’d been embarrassed for all of three seconds before Aster pulled him back in with his serpentine movement up his chest and to his lips. It was more passionate than the others, more personal, and Alec drank in the attention like a man dying of thirst. When their lips parted, Alec’s hands were exploring Aster’s body much as Aster had done to him earlier –albeit a little less precise and practiced, but still, the enthusiasm was no more lessened than before.

“Oh don’t worry love, I have better planned for us.”

Alec smiled, planting a kiss behind Aster’s ear. “Oh?” He sure as hell hoped so! There was no way this was it. Even if it was it, Alec planned to somehow casually ‘get stuck’ with Aster again. He didn’t know if he could do this with just any guy, but, obviously, there was some chemistry going on between the two of them. Though, up until a half hour ago, Alec didn’t know men could have this type of chemistry together. One did learn something new every day, didn’t they?

“If you’re a good boy though, maybe I’ll find you after all this is over and let you fuck my mouth.”

Chill bumps formed on Alec’s arm, and it was anything but cold in the room.

“You want that don’t you? Want me on my knees in front of you, staring up at you as you ram your cock down my throat? It’s okay to say you want it, love – I want it too.”

He nodded stupidly, dumbfounded that Aster felt the same way he did, that it wasn’t just an act. Or was this part an act too? He felt so heavy-handed and clumsy. Aster moved like water, knew what to do. Alec was all thumbs and elbows; this was uncharted territory for him. “I do,” he finally replied, realizing that he hadn’t done anything but nod and grin like an idiot. “I do want it, want you,” he corrected, only marginally saving himself and managing a tinge of smoothness. Well, in comparison to how he’d been doing, that was almost fucking suave.

“You should tell me your name so I know what to scream when you fuck me deep on this bed…”

Well, so much for suave! If the words didn’t throw him for a loop, then the ear lick and the hip grinding sure as hell did. He thought he might black out for a moment from simply too much lust. Could you die of lust? Was that a thing? He was pretty sure it was a thing. Anymore of this and Aster would kill him. He ached, burned for more, and with Aster talking like that, it was all he could do not to totally lose himself in the moment. Really, that’s probably what the man that was paying for this show wanted, but Alec wasn’t even really thinking of him anymore. Once again, all that existed in the world was himself and Aster…mostly Aster. “Alec,” he managed to choke out, his mouth dry and his main blood supply all swirling around in the lower-half of his body. “My name’s Alec.”

And then, Aster killed him.

Well, he just as good as! Standing up like he had and disrobing those stupid shorts had Alec transfixed. That was a cock. On a dude. Who was standing over him being the most majestic looking thing Alec could ever remember seeing. …but honestly, he was doing well to remember his own name, so maybe that wasn’t a really fair statement. When Aster started moving back down, Alec bit his lip, his hands sliding up Aster’s legs. His blue eyes were hazed with lust and any thought about this being unnatural or wrong was totally drowned out by the sound of his own blood pounding in his ears. And then someone spoke – from out of the void that was everything but the two of them, someone spoke. Alec blinked, slightly stunned. He’d almost forgot anyone else was there. As the man and Aster exchanged words, Alec stayed very quiet, and very still. Something wasn’t right. Something was wrong or going to be, very soon. He didn’t like this interruption – not just from the threat of blue balls but because of how Aster’s whole demeanor changed. A moment ago, they’d been passionate, on fire even! And now Aster’s kiss almost felt sad. Again…uncharted territory. Alec felt so lost.

The command came for Aster to get on his knees, and then Alec caught up with the program very quickly. He sat up, looking at Aster as he moved off of him to obey. …Obey. That’s all they could, wasn’t it? He couldn’t say no. Aster couldn’t say no. This wasn’t some romantic interlude. This was still the harsh, ugly room from before, with the nasty man in the chair and all. A knot formed in the pit of Alec’s stomach and he knew that the next command would likely be for him to do something that – firstly – he’d never done before and – secondly – wasn’t exactly sure he wanted to do without some instructions or something. Sticking things in a part of the body that wasn’t really meant for things to be stuck in sounded sort of dangerous. Surely there needed to be some sort of guidelines he needed to follow. He doubted you just went at it, like you could with a girl. He assumed there was a bit more involved than just being hard and aiming for the right hole. He knew Aster would have helped him, but, now? Like this? He feared he was on his own to puzzle this out. A shaky breath left him and he got up on his knees, sitting up and watching this all unfold in front of him. It was a stark contrast from the emotional, passionate moments from just before.

“Aster… Face in the sheets, like the slut you are. And you!”

Alec jerked, jumping a little in surprise at being addressed. He visibly paled.

“Hold his head down, no lube. I wanna see you fuck him dry.”

I knew there was something more! Lube. You’ve got to have lube! Of course! Alec had a split-second moment of mental clarity about how gay sex probably worked, but then it was all dashed and didn’t matter. The man had said no lube. Alec’s brow knitted with question and concern. Wouldn’t that hurt? Surely it would hurt Aster, but maybe him too. He wasn’t really sure how this felt – wet, dry, or otherwise. He looked from the man to Aster, and, honestly, this wasn’t sexy anymore. This just felt…wrong – not because it was a man he was on his knees behind, but because this seemed more like rape and viciousness than having sex. However, he couldn’t say no. His mind raced for any possible way out of this situation, but there wasn’t one. He broke out into a cold sweat, feeling sick to his stomach and not at all in the mood anymore. But he had to be! He had to do this.

Taking himself in his hand, he worked on keeping his cock hard enough to even manage this. As he did so, he shimmied forward on his knees in the bed, positioning himself between Aster’s legs and right against his ass. He let his thigh brush Aster’s, trying to convey that he didn’t have a choice, that he’d try to make this easy, but that he didn’t even know how to do this at all. It was a lot to try to say by touching thighs, but there wasn’t much else he could do if he didn’t want to get them both beaten to death. A steading breath and Alec moved into position, his hands lightly resting on Aster’s hips. You can do this, you can do this… However, with another bark from Nexus, Alec’s stomach knotted up, letting him know that, indeed, he couldn’t do this, but he’d have to anyways.

His brow dotted with sweat, Alec wiped a hand across his forehead and readied himself. And that’s when a tiny bit of genius struck him. …the sweat. It wasn’t lube, but it was better than nothing, right? But what if that’s bad for…back there? What if it makes it even worse? Like burns or something? …wait a minute. Why do I even care? I barely know this guy. …No. No, I’m not like that. I do care. He’s a person, a slave, like me, who doesn’t want or deserve to be here. I’m not going to be like them. I won’t lose my humanity. He’s a person. He could even be my friend maybe. Or more, with how this has all played out. This might be a bad idea but it’s the only one I have. And so, he went for it, taking his cock in his hand and trying to be casual, acting like he was just stroking it like normal. No big deal. …at least, he hoped Nexus didn’t notice. He had to have it in his hand to guide it in anyways, so, he thought that maybe this would be okay. …maybe.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Alec positioned the head of his cock right on Aster’s ass and, to be honest, assholes didn’t look that great on anybody – at least, Alec didn’t think so. It was pretty much the most unflattering part of any person’s anatomy, no matter how hot you were. He fleetingly wished the lights in here weren’t quite so spotlighted on them. He didn’t need extra illumination of dude-anus. With a deep breath – and a silent, super awkward prayer that he was doing this at least halfway decently – Alec moved to press into Aster. Though, another bark from Nexus reminded him about the hair thing. Trying not to look too disgusted or angered, Alec did as he was told, taking a fistful of Aster’s hair and shoving his face down into the pile of pillows, arching over his back as he did so and, as slowly as he dared, pushed inside Aster.

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You unimaginable bastard… Aster was not a stranger to cruelty. He’d never known anything else – it wasn’t hard to go to that place where all he felt was scratching nails and cutting knives, burns on his back, meat hooks digging into the flesh of his shoulders and hoisting him up like he was nothing more than a toy. Blood had been his only lubricant then, his own blood slicking his hole for the sick fucks who called themselves ‘noble’. Day and night had blurred together, time became little more than slurry of drugged sleep and wakeful torment. His bed had been years old cigarette ashes on the floor, his prayers had been for cancer. No, Aster was certainly no stranger to cruelty but this virgin, this Alec.

He was.

Turning his face in the sheets, Aster looked at him through half-closed eyes and hated the anger that bloomed within him. He shouldn’t have to do this to him. If Nexus wanted it so bad, he should’ve been man enough to rape him himself – not fucking jerk off while he made some innocent do it for him. The trepidation of Alec’s face was almost painful – agonizing to look upon because only seconds ago, Aster had made him happy. Aster was going to make him happy, give him the best sex of his life, kiss him and embrace him and make him feel for even just a second that it wasn’t all going to be a horrortale. You’re a fucking fool. Mind twisting and turning, he tried to recall if there was anything he did, anything he said that set off such anger in Nexus to draw him to this course of action, this vile request. Aster wasn’t dumb enough to believe that this would be the end of it.

He felt the other man’s thigh brush his rather deliberately, the subtle apology that this wasn’t what he wanted and shifting just a little more to look at him, Aster gave him the smallest of smiles. I don’t blame you. Watching with fascination as Alec readied himself, he felt something strange pull at his insides when he slicked his own cock with sweat – the moisture was little and Aster had no delusions that would ease the situation but there was a kindness behind it. He was used to degradation, to pain and hate – he didn’t know what to do with kindness. The head of the other’s dick pressed at his entrance and there was a harsh word from Nexus, stinging and cruel to get on with it. Glaring up at him, Aster spoke. “If you’d bothered to fuck me yourself, Nexus – you’d know how tight I am. Give him a second.” He’d honed his acting skills in the Basement, a flirty tone – the voice of a whore who liked what was happening had been the first thing he’d mastered. Nexus gave him a sharp glare but said nothing else, his hand stroking his own stubby cock as Aster groaned when the first pressure of penetration echoed through him.

Head shoved down into the sheets, he knew there wouldn’t be tears but there was still a shame in it. The whore had moved beyond tears what felt like a lifetime ago but shame was a different sort of animal – a clawing on his back that promised to invade his mind later when he was alone. The Reavers’ favored weapon, the way they made sure their property knew they were nothing. Alec’s bodyheat came as a welcome sensation, his body leaning over his own – Aster breathed a long breath when as tried to relax in preparation. The first thrust came and the sweat didn’t help. Eyes clenched tight, he bit hard into the sheets – the gesture hidden from all as the burn came upon him. But this was a show. All the world was a stage but this moreso than usual. Aster hated himself a little when he rolled his own hips back, meeting Alec’s thrust as if he actually enjoyed it. He knew the slave topping him would be in bliss – lube or no lube, fucking an ass felt amazing but Aster wasn’t about to make this traumatizing for him.

He could fight that decree. Wars were fought on many different battlefields after all. Squeezing down on Alec’s cock with all the right muscles on his outward pull – he let his hand grasp at the blonde’s thigh; caressing his skin, a hopeful reminder that Aster didn’t mind, that he’d rather do this then find death after all he’d done to make it this far. Shifting his head underneath the press of Alec’s hand – let his tongue trace the edge of one of his fingers before sucking it between his lips – the one eye that could see the other winking. I don’t hate you for this. It’s okay.

Each thrust came like an inferno but after so long, even the driest of fucks becomes bearable. Rocking his hips back with each push, Aster let out a moan at a particularly deep push – the head of the other’s cock grazing his prostate. “On his back.” The order came and the movement came to a shuddering halt, Aster not even bothering with giving the noble a glance as he shifted his weight. Pulling off the man, he rolled into his back – sensually wrapping his legs around Alec’s hips and pulling him forward with the fakest look of lust he could muster. Hand encircling to the back of his neck, he pulled Alec down for another kiss – tongue tracing the edge of his lips before whispering. “It’s okay. I trust you.”


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At first, it was just sort a general tightness, pressure pushing back against him. He’d been right. This was nothing like a vagina. With that, you just slid on in, no big deal. But asses were a whole different matter, as Alec was now discovering. He’d tried to be slow and gentle, but it took some actual work to get where he needed to be. Slow and gentle, it seemed, were things he couldn’t be for Aster. At least, not right now. Leaning over Aster, so as to grab his hair and shove his face into the bed, as instructed, Alec couldn’t deny that there was a tinge of sensuality to the pose. And, then, as he entered his now-lover’s ass he forgot all things. All things. Alec’s mouth fell open and a pleasingly shocked groan tumbled out. He squeezed his blue eyes shut, soaking up the sensation. Fireworks danced behind his eyelids, little bursts of color from where he was shutting them so forcefully. His hips moved forward roughly, more so than they would have had he been in control. It was a carnal, hungry action, and a grunt of satisfied effort echoed the soft sound of skin connecting with skin. “Oh, fuck,” Alec hissed in a breath between clenched teeth as Aster rolled his hips back making his own cock slid completely inside of him. The expletive was half-ecstasy and half-realization at what he’d done.

So much for not losing his humanity.

He felt a little ashamed as how much he enjoyed it – the tightness, the chauvinistic thrill in his chest, the animalistic need to do it again, repeatedly. But the sensations choked out the shame. Later, he’d feel guilty about that, but, for now, he was a slave – not to Nexus, but to his own body. He didn’t just want more, he fucking needed it. And, if he’d liked the feeling of being wholly consumed by Aster, the feeling of sliding out and back in was sheer nirvana. Alec almost didn’t notice Aster touching his leg so the meaning behind it was lost in a raging sea of bliss. Though, the tongue on his finger drew his attention, and he opened his eyes, looking down just in time to see Aster’s lips close around his finger. Alec licked his own lips, unknowingly, as he thrust back deep into Aster. And the wink? It only made him careen deeper into his lusty haze, devoid of concern for Aster’s well-being. Again, he’d hate himself later for that, but, right now, he wasn’t thinking straight – no pun intended.

His hips crashed against his new lover’s ass over and over again with increasing frequency and roughness. One hand on Aster’s lower back, Alec’s other hand held, white knuckled, a fistful of dark curls. When Aster’s moan joined his own, Alec felt a euphoric tug somewhere beneath his navel. A warm and familiar sensation grew in his groin, quickly building momentum. Though, when they were given new orders, Alec stopped short, biting his lip to keep from cursing. There was a momentary tangle of bodies before Aster’s legs pulled Alec forward; they found no resistance. Gone was any shyness or apprehension. Aster’s lust might have been faked, but Alec’s wasn’t. He dove into the kiss Aster offered like he might never get the chance to ever kiss anyone this side of dying. Alec held himself up off of Aster with both hands, leaning down so their bodies touched while let Aster whispered to him.

“It’s okay. I trust you.”

“I know,” Alec replied, flashing a grin much more confident and roguish than the boy before this scenario could have ever mustered. Holding himself up with one hand, the other snaked in between their bodies. He repositioned and arched his back, thrusting back into Aster as he caught his lips with another kiss. Fuck Nexus! Alec was running on pure instinct, an instinct he hadn’t known he possessed. Running on unbridled endorphins, Alec hand moved from his own cock, which now needed no more guidance, having found exactly where he wanted it to be, to Aster’s cock – a burning hot hardness pressed between them that Alec couldn’t ignore. He didn’t really want to ignore it either. As he moved deeper into Aster, he hand his hand up the length of his cock, breaking their kiss to gasp. The feeling of being inside of another man was nothing he was used to yet, and it took his breath away. He rested his forehead against Aster’s and pressed his hips in as far as nature allowed. It was obvious he was reveling in the feeling. His hand moved down Aster’s cock and back up again slowly, and he turned his head to speak breathlessly into the other man’s ear. “I can’t last much longer. It feels too good.” He buried his face against Aster’s neck, groaning as his hips and hand moved in unison in and around Aster’s body. “You feel so good.” He kissed Aster’s neck, breathing hotly against his skin as he thrust hard into him. “So good.”

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THIS LIFE'S A FUNERAL AND EVERYONE'S AT MY WAKE
Pleasure was a strange sort of animal, a creature that stalked about – hidden and waiting until it could strike and tear someone to sweaty pieces. Even a bite could be euphoric in the right circumstances, even the breaking of skin and the spilling of blood and Aster found himself groaning and moaning and shuddering and somewhere – deep down; he hated himself for it. This wasn’t a sensual act, it shouldn’t have felt good. They were slaves and consent was nothing they could give because they’d never been allowed to possess it; rape wasn’t supposed to be sexy and yet…how much of it didn’t he want? Legs wrapped around the other’s hips – it may have been dry and Nexus may have wished to be loveless and profane and everything dark that he wished to witness but there was a kindness in the other’s movements. Men with thick cocks were often cruel with them but Alec’s thrusts met him in a rhythm that Aster couldn’t get enough of. Each push brought shivering pleasure to him as he hit his prostate – that magical, little bundle of nerves that poured fire through his synapses.

Lips parted in a gasp, he rolled his hips as every slap of flesh – desiring nothing more than to bring him to the brink again and again and again. His hands clung to the other slave’s back, nails leaving scathing trails down the length of taunt, thrusting muscles. The word sat on the edge of his tongue, waiting to spill out from between his lips, to turn this into something he didn’t want to give Nexus the pleasure of seeing. “H…harder.” It wasn’t a request but a demand as his hands slid lower, gripping the tight ass, pulling him harder and harder into him, bottom lip caught between his teeth, head tossed back in ecstasy. “Harder! Oh…fuck…” Clasping his lips with the other, each breath was moan – eyes clenched tight at the sensations raging through him. He felt fingers wrap around his own straining cock, slick with pre-cum and when that skilled thumb brushed over his head – Aster hated the near scream. Too much sensation, too much pleasure focusing on too little of an area. He bit into the other’s shoulder, trying to do anything to stifle the sounds he was making, feeling tears dot at the edges of his lashes when he heard Nexus chuckle, heard him command Alec to give it to him harder.

That Aster had asked for it.

When Alec warned him of his approaching orgasm, Aster wasted no time in locking lips with him – kissing him breathless, nodding into the motion of their mouths. “It’s okay, I want you to.” He whispered against the blonde’s lips. “Cum in me, it’s okay, baby.” It was always going to get worse. Aster’s eyes fell closed when Nexus cleared his throat. “I didn’t say he could shoot in you, Aster. If he’s gonna cum, you’re gonna swallow it.” Looking once more at the other slave, he gave him the smallest of smiles before nodding his ‘consent’. It’s okay, Alec. Not the first time.


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