Stabbington Brothers/Flynn Spit roast Part 1/4restlesspuppyMarch 17 2011, 10:29:54 UTC
Flynn should have expected it, he knew one way or another Stabbington and his twin would come for him; they had each time he’d done something like this in the past, but amongst hiding from the guards and being with Rapunzel… it’d slipped his mind completely. He rowed back to the shore, his jaw muscles flexing quite clearly as he grit his teeth, and he didn’t answer the first few times Rapunzel asked him if everything was alright. All he could manage was a jerky sort of nod.
“I’ll be right back.” He said, clambering out of the boat, and clutching onto the sachel with unease, “Promise.” He’d nodded once, even just turning away from those unbearibly wide green eyes had been hard. This was going to be easy, he promised himself - he was just going to give it to them, and then get the hell out of there as quickly as he possibly could.
He pushed through the bushes, a lump had found it’s way into his throat, and he swallowed thickly. Stabbington was perched on a rock on the bay, sharpening what looked like a loose pike of wood with his dagger. Flynn paused, he swallowed again, and he stepped out of the bushes, plastering his usual casual grin over his lips.
“Ah! There you are! I’ve been searching everywhere for you guys since we got separated!” He was honestly surprised at how easily that had come out, but Stabbington didn’t stop sharpening that piece of wood; and he was alone... “Hey, the sideburns are coming in nice, gotta be excited about that.”
A loose piece of wood flew free and landed somewhere behind Stabbington, and the one blue eye Rider could see landed on him. But Stabbington said nothing; and that really only unsettled Flynn more; he cleared his throat, and lifted the satchel;
“Anyhow, just wanted to say I shouldn’t have split - the crown is all yours--” He tossed it toward Stabbington, and the material holding the bag closed, and the tiara fell free, it’s diamonds shimmered in the moonlight, it would sell for lots, wouldn’t it? He looked away, and started backing up; “I’ll miss ya’, but I think it’s for the--” He was almost out of there; he really was, his side connected solidly with something - someone else, and he looked up, Stabbington’s twin’s one good eye was looking down at him, and all Flynn found it in himself to do was take a surprised step back. “...Best.”
“Holding out on us again, eh, Rider?”
Stabbington’s deep rumble of a voice came from behind him, and Flynn turned around, eyes somewhat wide.
“What?”
Stabbington threw his dagger aside - finally - and slid from the rock he’d been sitting on with surprising grace. Though he was still holding that sharpened piece of wood.
Re: Stabbington Brothers/Flynn Spit roast Part 2/4restlesspuppyMarch 17 2011, 10:30:26 UTC
“We heard you found somethin’... Somethin’ much more valuable than a crown.” He was walking towards Rider now, kicking the crown as he went, Flynn inwardly winced, but his thoughts - for once - were not surrounding his wealth. Stabbington only stopped when he was an inch away from Flynn - who could only look up at him, he couldn’t move; Stabbington’s twin was behind him...
“We want her… instead.”
As he said that, his twin seemed to press closer, the back of Flynn’s head was almost touching his chest; and that didn’t help Rider one bit. His eyes just widened further… if that was possible, and before he could protest; in fact - the moment he’d opened his mouth to speak, the piece of wood Stabbington hadn’t let go of was dangerously close to his collar bone.
“No more games, Rider.” He hissed, leaning in close - his breath smelt of stale port and old bread, but Flynn couldn’t step - couldn’t even lean back - to get away from it. “We’re tired.”
“No.” He breathed, “N-not her,” He swallowed, lifting a hand to rest on Stabbington’s wrist - the one holding the piece of wood - trying to nudge it away from his skin, “There’s gotta be something else, anything--”
The wood was pressing into his skin now, and he had to lean back just to take some of the pressure off, which only meant he was right against Stabbington’s twin. Flynn didn’t even spare a thought as to how the twins had found - even heard of Rapunzel… Flynn hadn’t… not until he’d stumbled into her tower… He was certain if she was truly that valuable, he’d know about it.
“Anything, eh?” Stabbington looked away from Flynn, and at his twin. Flynn’s hand fell back to his side, but every bone in his body was tense. Something must have passed between them, something that Flynn must have missed, for the next thing he knew, Stabbington had closed that inch of personal space that Flynn had left, he was trapped, quite indefinitely - between the two men. His gaze met Stabbington’s, a questioning look settled in his eyes. “I’m sure we can work something out.”
“Wh--”
Before he could even get the word out, Stabbington’s twin had his hand at the back of Flynn’s neck, shoving him over to a loose log barely concealed under the bushes, Flynn was almost positive if he hadn’t extended his arms out before him, he would have just thrown him right over it. Both hands landed spread over the damp, mossy wood, and his muscles ached with the twin’s force. Before he had a chance to straighten, Stabbington’s unmistakably scarred hands appeared, fastening his wrists together, and then around the raised part of the log.
“C’mon - guys, we can work this ou--”
“Shut up.” Stabbington cut in, “You’re going to shut up and co-operate.” Though Stabbington probably knew that was a big ask of Flynn.
Rider was still thoroughly confused, he tugged at his wrists, part of him was silently cursing Stabbington’s skills with knots while the other was wondering why the both of them weren’t going after Rapunzel as he thought they would, they were just standing over him, the position he was stuck in wasn’t particularly comfortable, either. Bent over just to keep his wrists from straining… He tried to look around himself, but he didn’t have a very good view.
Re: Stabbington Brothers/Flynn Spit roast Part 2/4restlesspuppyMarch 17 2011, 10:31:34 UTC
He jumped when he felt a hand on him, trailing from his hip to his behind. He tried to jerk away, but the hand quickly turned rough, grasping his hip firmly, and it was a bag hand, too.
“I said you were going to co-operate.” Stabbington’s voice was nothing but a rumble, and there was an unmistakable edge to it that made the hairs on the back of Flynn’s neck stand on end. He did as he had been told, though. His nails digging into the moist wood beneath his hands.
He definitely should have seen this coming, he thought, still tugging harshly at his wrists, teeth grit tight all over again, though all thought processing came to a stop when he felt the hem of his tunic being pushed up, and the belt that held his trousers in place being torn away. His trousers had always been far too big for him, and slipped off at the first tug. There was a sound somewhere behind him, and Flynn stopped struggling. Sudden understanding seemed to dawn over him, then;
“No, no - let me go! You have the crown wh-”
“Shut up, Rider!” Stabbington said, once again, “Wouldn’t want your little girlfriend coming over here, now, would you? Can you imagine what she’d think… seeing you all spread out like this?”
Flynn’s hands fell slack, and he let his head fall down until his forehead was touching his wrists. He didn’t answer, for once there was no smart remark on the tip of his tongue; there was nothing.
“Go help him out, eh? He has a hard time keeping quiet.”
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Stabbington had to admit, seeing Rider like this wasn’t anything like he had expected. Rider was younger than he and his twin. Significantly, by the looks of it. His behind was smooth to the touch, he let the piece of wood he’d been carving fall from his hands as he lowered onto his knees behind Rider. Stabbington ran a hand over the firm clefts of his cheeks with a noise of appreciation, and watched his twin amble over in front of Rider, palming himself through his thick trousers.
Rider lifted his head, and Stabbington’s twin looked at him for just a moment, long enough for Stabbington to nod - just once - and he tugged down those trousers, his own engorged member springing free of it’s confines, Rider didn’t seem to sure of what to do, and Stabbington’s twin had to place a hand on the back of his head and pull him in close before he even let his lips touch the organ before him.
Before Rider even had a chance to adjust to Stabbington’s twin in his mouth, Stabbington had spread those wonderfully full cheeks of his and leaned in, his tongue swiping, just once, over Flynn’s hole, which was nothing but a pinprick against his skin. At the contact, Rider positively melted between them, letting out a noise that wasn’t muffled, which meant Stabbington’s twin had fallen from his mouth. Stabbington pulled away.
Re: Stabbington Brothers/Flynn Spit roast Part 4/6restlesspuppyMarch 17 2011, 10:32:18 UTC
(my bad, longer than I thought it would be aksjdnask)
“Suck.” He said, firmly. His left hand falling away from Rider’s ass for a moment, only to come down with a slap once again. Rider jerked at the contact, and Stabbington could hear the wet sounds coming from his mouth as he sucked on his twin. He could see from here; Rider’s head bobbing up and down, and Stabbington’s twin had his hand fisted in that dark hair, using it to pull Rider’s mouth over him, his hips moving with rhythm. Stabbington himself looked down again, Rider’s left cheek had a bright red handprint from where he had struck, and the sight itself had something in his stomach twist in delight.
He spread Rider’s cheeks again, and leaned in once more, his tongue brushing over the muscle there, which twitched deliciously in response. Stabbington only leaned in closer, thrusting his tongue as far forward as he could, and he heard Rider groan around his twin. He pulled away, lifted a finger to his lips and covered it with saliva - he was sure there was some oil left over from the lantern they’d lit, but fuck it if Rider deserved that - and brought it back toward Rider’s hole, he pressed in without warning, and he felt Rider’s muscles tighten, both around his finger and along his thighs. He glanced up at his twin, who seemed to get his message, and released Rider’s hair. He fumbled at his belt for a moment, before producing a dagger, a twin of the one Stabbington had cast aside moments ago.
He reached over and grasped the end of Rider’s ridiculous blue tunic and sliced along it until it fell, uselessly over Flynn’s bound hands, then his shirt was next, following suit with his tunic, all the while Rider had kept Stabbington’s twin in his mouth, from the momentary angle, Stabbington could see his lips shining with a mix of saliva and his twin’s precome. He smirked slightly, his finger moving faster, in and out of that tiny pink hole.
“Enjoying that, eh? Never figured you for such a slut, Rider.” His right hand came down on the opposite cheek this time, and Rider jumped just like he had the first time. By this point, Stabbington was achingly hard in his pants and sick of waiting around. He withdrew his one finger, and Rider - with barely enough preparation for what was coming - didn’t seem to realize exactly what Stabbington had in mind.
He stood again, shoving down his own trousers roughly, and bringing his lift hand up to his lips, and spitting on his palm, he was quick to slick himself, before he pressed, demandingly at Rider’s entrance. He saw the little bitch try to wriggle out of it, try to get Stabbington’s twin out of his mouth to protest, but his twin just gripped his hair tighter, and shifted his hips forward until Rider couldn’t possibly utter a word.
It didn’t take long before Rider’s hole yielded to him, opening up barely wide enough for him to slide in, and Rider was so warm and so goddamn tight. Stabbington’s head tilted back with a groan of satisfaction as he slid all the way in; he didn’t stop until he was balls-deep inside of Rider. Both his hands coming down to close around Rider’s hips. The kid’s eyes were closed tightly, and each time Stabbington shifted inside him, he’d whine around his twin’s cock - that wouldn’t do.
Stabbington only remained still for a few moments, before he moved; thrusting shallowly at first, before he became more demanding, and with each stroke, Rider seemed to relax more and more, that was, until the shrewd slapping of skin-against-skin was too hard for them to keep to themselves, and a wide grin had spread itself over Stabbington’s scarred lips. After one particularly brutal thrust, Rider’s lips fell away from Stabbington’s twin, and he seemed too far gone to keep that up. With each thrust he was making these little noises, so he sounded like; ‘oh, oh, oh, unh, oh, oh, yes,’ and if anything, that only satisfied Stabbington more.
Re: Stabbington Brothers/Flynn Spit roast Part 5/6restlesspuppyMarch 17 2011, 10:32:55 UTC
“Like that, do you?” He hissed, leaning down so that his clothed chest was pressed against Rider’s sweat-slicked one, “Who would have thought the famous Flynn Rider would turn out to be such a little whore.” he emphasized his words with his thrusts, and Stabbington was vaguely aware of his twin stroking himself to the sight.
Rider turned his face to the side, and Stabbington could see his cheeks, flushed and red, and his lips wet and swollen in the moonlight. He chuckled darkly to himself, his right hand straying to Rider’s shoulder, while his left hand remained closed firmly around Rider’s hip, allowing him to thrust in deeper and harder, and Rider’s words quickly became a jumbled mantra that Stabbington couldn’t make out, a mix of curses and pleas for more.
Stabbington’s twin stepped forward again, grasping hold of Rider’s dark hair all over again and pulling his face up. Rider seemed to know what was coming, and his mouth fell open immediately. One, two, three strokes and Stabbington’s twin was coming, partially missing and hitting Rider’s cheek, but the rest went into his mouth - and Stabbington himself couldn’t hold on much longer.
Rider was beginning to tremble underneath him, and his neglected cock which swung between his legs with each thrust seemed close to bursting point, and he reached it very quickly. He barely even had time to swallow Stabbington’s twin, convulsing around Stabbington in the most delicious way, and arching his back under Stabbington’s hold as whatever moans he’d been holding back spilled out of his lips; and all thoughts of Rapunzel were expelled from his mind at that point.
Re: Stabbington Brothers/Flynn Spit roast Part 6/6restlesspuppyMarch 17 2011, 10:33:19 UTC
Stabbington bit down on his clavicle, so tight he drew blood and tasted it, coming deep inside Rider without a moment’s warning. He rode out his orgasm, his thrusts quickly becoming jerky and out of rhythm. But Rider didn’t seem to mind; he was still making those quiet little noises. They remained there for several moments, before Stabbington pulled out and straightened up. Pulling his trousers up over his flagging member as he admired the sight they’d made of Rider. His come had leaked out and down Rider’s thighs, both his cheeks were shining red from Stabington’s rough treatment, and his hips were evidently bruised with handprints, as was his right shoulder - his left was bleeding from Stabbington’s bite, and he couldn’t help but think; Rider looked best like this.
He jerked his head at his twin, who already seemed composed, as though he hadn’t just watched Stabbington fuck Rider against a log, and he pulled up the torn vest and shirt over Rider’s back once again, followed by the trousers over Rider’s trembling knees. He fastened the belt and untied Rider from the log, and Flynn seemed too exhausted to even struggle.
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Every inch of him hurt, though the dull ache in his lower abdomen didn’t seem to get better or worse no matter how much he was moved. They didn’t say a word as they moved him - he wasn’t even sure where. He was on a boat, they were tying him to the boat, and one of them forced that sharpened piece of wood between his teeth, and secured it there, before setting him off on sail, bound for the castle.
The taste of cum was still on his tongue, and he could still feel it trailing down his legs.
“I’ll be right back.” He said, clambering out of the boat, and clutching onto the sachel with unease, “Promise.” He’d nodded once, even just turning away from those unbearibly wide green eyes had been hard. This was going to be easy, he promised himself - he was just going to give it to them, and then get the hell out of there as quickly as he possibly could.
He pushed through the bushes, a lump had found it’s way into his throat, and he swallowed thickly. Stabbington was perched on a rock on the bay, sharpening what looked like a loose pike of wood with his dagger. Flynn paused, he swallowed again, and he stepped out of the bushes, plastering his usual casual grin over his lips.
“Ah! There you are! I’ve been searching everywhere for you guys since we got separated!” He was honestly surprised at how easily that had come out, but Stabbington didn’t stop sharpening that piece of wood; and he was alone... “Hey, the sideburns are coming in nice, gotta be excited about that.”
A loose piece of wood flew free and landed somewhere behind Stabbington, and the one blue eye Rider could see landed on him. But Stabbington said nothing; and that really only unsettled Flynn more; he cleared his throat, and lifted the satchel;
“Anyhow, just wanted to say I shouldn’t have split - the crown is all yours--” He tossed it toward Stabbington, and the material holding the bag closed, and the tiara fell free, it’s diamonds shimmered in the moonlight, it would sell for lots, wouldn’t it? He looked away, and started backing up; “I’ll miss ya’, but I think it’s for the--” He was almost out of there; he really was, his side connected solidly with something - someone else, and he looked up, Stabbington’s twin’s one good eye was looking down at him, and all Flynn found it in himself to do was take a surprised step back. “...Best.”
“Holding out on us again, eh, Rider?”
Stabbington’s deep rumble of a voice came from behind him, and Flynn turned around, eyes somewhat wide.
“What?”
Stabbington threw his dagger aside - finally - and slid from the rock he’d been sitting on with surprising grace. Though he was still holding that sharpened piece of wood.
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“We want her… instead.”
As he said that, his twin seemed to press closer, the back of Flynn’s head was almost touching his chest; and that didn’t help Rider one bit. His eyes just widened further… if that was possible, and before he could protest; in fact - the moment he’d opened his mouth to speak, the piece of wood Stabbington hadn’t let go of was dangerously close to his collar bone.
“No more games, Rider.” He hissed, leaning in close - his breath smelt of stale port and old bread, but Flynn couldn’t step - couldn’t even lean back - to get away from it. “We’re tired.”
“No.” He breathed, “N-not her,” He swallowed, lifting a hand to rest on Stabbington’s wrist - the one holding the piece of wood - trying to nudge it away from his skin, “There’s gotta be something else, anything--”
The wood was pressing into his skin now, and he had to lean back just to take some of the pressure off, which only meant he was right against Stabbington’s twin. Flynn didn’t even spare a thought as to how the twins had found - even heard of Rapunzel… Flynn hadn’t… not until he’d stumbled into her tower… He was certain if she was truly that valuable, he’d know about it.
“Anything, eh?” Stabbington looked away from Flynn, and at his twin. Flynn’s hand fell back to his side, but every bone in his body was tense. Something must have passed between them, something that Flynn must have missed, for the next thing he knew, Stabbington had closed that inch of personal space that Flynn had left, he was trapped, quite indefinitely - between the two men. His gaze met Stabbington’s, a questioning look settled in his eyes. “I’m sure we can work something out.”
“Wh--”
Before he could even get the word out, Stabbington’s twin had his hand at the back of Flynn’s neck, shoving him over to a loose log barely concealed under the bushes, Flynn was almost positive if he hadn’t extended his arms out before him, he would have just thrown him right over it. Both hands landed spread over the damp, mossy wood, and his muscles ached with the twin’s force. Before he had a chance to straighten, Stabbington’s unmistakably scarred hands appeared, fastening his wrists together, and then around the raised part of the log.
“C’mon - guys, we can work this ou--”
“Shut up.” Stabbington cut in, “You’re going to shut up and co-operate.” Though Stabbington probably knew that was a big ask of Flynn.
Rider was still thoroughly confused, he tugged at his wrists, part of him was silently cursing Stabbington’s skills with knots while the other was wondering why the both of them weren’t going after Rapunzel as he thought they would, they were just standing over him, the position he was stuck in wasn’t particularly comfortable, either. Bent over just to keep his wrists from straining… He tried to look around himself, but he didn’t have a very good view.
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“I said you were going to co-operate.” Stabbington’s voice was nothing but a rumble, and there was an unmistakable edge to it that made the hairs on the back of Flynn’s neck stand on end. He did as he had been told, though. His nails digging into the moist wood beneath his hands.
He definitely should have seen this coming, he thought, still tugging harshly at his wrists, teeth grit tight all over again, though all thought processing came to a stop when he felt the hem of his tunic being pushed up, and the belt that held his trousers in place being torn away. His trousers had always been far too big for him, and slipped off at the first tug. There was a sound somewhere behind him, and Flynn stopped struggling. Sudden understanding seemed to dawn over him, then;
“No, no - let me go! You have the crown wh-”
“Shut up, Rider!” Stabbington said, once again, “Wouldn’t want your little girlfriend coming over here, now, would you? Can you imagine what she’d think… seeing you all spread out like this?”
Flynn’s hands fell slack, and he let his head fall down until his forehead was touching his wrists. He didn’t answer, for once there was no smart remark on the tip of his tongue; there was nothing.
“Go help him out, eh? He has a hard time keeping quiet.”
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Stabbington had to admit, seeing Rider like this wasn’t anything like he had expected. Rider was younger than he and his twin. Significantly, by the looks of it. His behind was smooth to the touch, he let the piece of wood he’d been carving fall from his hands as he lowered onto his knees behind Rider. Stabbington ran a hand over the firm clefts of his cheeks with a noise of appreciation, and watched his twin amble over in front of Rider, palming himself through his thick trousers.
Rider lifted his head, and Stabbington’s twin looked at him for just a moment, long enough for Stabbington to nod - just once - and he tugged down those trousers, his own engorged member springing free of it’s confines, Rider didn’t seem to sure of what to do, and Stabbington’s twin had to place a hand on the back of his head and pull him in close before he even let his lips touch the organ before him.
Before Rider even had a chance to adjust to Stabbington’s twin in his mouth, Stabbington had spread those wonderfully full cheeks of his and leaned in, his tongue swiping, just once, over Flynn’s hole, which was nothing but a pinprick against his skin. At the contact, Rider positively melted between them, letting out a noise that wasn’t muffled, which meant Stabbington’s twin had fallen from his mouth. Stabbington pulled away.
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“Suck.” He said, firmly. His left hand falling away from Rider’s ass for a moment, only to come down with a slap once again. Rider jerked at the contact, and Stabbington could hear the wet sounds coming from his mouth as he sucked on his twin. He could see from here; Rider’s head bobbing up and down, and Stabbington’s twin had his hand fisted in that dark hair, using it to pull Rider’s mouth over him, his hips moving with rhythm. Stabbington himself looked down again, Rider’s left cheek had a bright red handprint from where he had struck, and the sight itself had something in his stomach twist in delight.
He spread Rider’s cheeks again, and leaned in once more, his tongue brushing over the muscle there, which twitched deliciously in response. Stabbington only leaned in closer, thrusting his tongue as far forward as he could, and he heard Rider groan around his twin. He pulled away, lifted a finger to his lips and covered it with saliva - he was sure there was some oil left over from the lantern they’d lit, but fuck it if Rider deserved that - and brought it back toward Rider’s hole, he pressed in without warning, and he felt Rider’s muscles tighten, both around his finger and along his thighs. He glanced up at his twin, who seemed to get his message, and released Rider’s hair. He fumbled at his belt for a moment, before producing a dagger, a twin of the one Stabbington had cast aside moments ago.
He reached over and grasped the end of Rider’s ridiculous blue tunic and sliced along it until it fell, uselessly over Flynn’s bound hands, then his shirt was next, following suit with his tunic, all the while Rider had kept Stabbington’s twin in his mouth, from the momentary angle, Stabbington could see his lips shining with a mix of saliva and his twin’s precome. He smirked slightly, his finger moving faster, in and out of that tiny pink hole.
“Enjoying that, eh? Never figured you for such a slut, Rider.” His right hand came down on the opposite cheek this time, and Rider jumped just like he had the first time. By this point, Stabbington was achingly hard in his pants and sick of waiting around. He withdrew his one finger, and Rider - with barely enough preparation for what was coming - didn’t seem to realize exactly what Stabbington had in mind.
He stood again, shoving down his own trousers roughly, and bringing his lift hand up to his lips, and spitting on his palm, he was quick to slick himself, before he pressed, demandingly at Rider’s entrance. He saw the little bitch try to wriggle out of it, try to get Stabbington’s twin out of his mouth to protest, but his twin just gripped his hair tighter, and shifted his hips forward until Rider couldn’t possibly utter a word.
It didn’t take long before Rider’s hole yielded to him, opening up barely wide enough for him to slide in, and Rider was so warm and so goddamn tight. Stabbington’s head tilted back with a groan of satisfaction as he slid all the way in; he didn’t stop until he was balls-deep inside of Rider. Both his hands coming down to close around Rider’s hips. The kid’s eyes were closed tightly, and each time Stabbington shifted inside him, he’d whine around his twin’s cock - that wouldn’t do.
Stabbington only remained still for a few moments, before he moved; thrusting shallowly at first, before he became more demanding, and with each stroke, Rider seemed to relax more and more, that was, until the shrewd slapping of skin-against-skin was too hard for them to keep to themselves, and a wide grin had spread itself over Stabbington’s scarred lips. After one particularly brutal thrust, Rider’s lips fell away from Stabbington’s twin, and he seemed too far gone to keep that up. With each thrust he was making these little noises, so he sounded like; ‘oh, oh, oh, unh, oh, oh, yes,’ and if anything, that only satisfied Stabbington more.
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Rider turned his face to the side, and Stabbington could see his cheeks, flushed and red, and his lips wet and swollen in the moonlight. He chuckled darkly to himself, his right hand straying to Rider’s shoulder, while his left hand remained closed firmly around Rider’s hip, allowing him to thrust in deeper and harder, and Rider’s words quickly became a jumbled mantra that Stabbington couldn’t make out, a mix of curses and pleas for more.
Stabbington’s twin stepped forward again, grasping hold of Rider’s dark hair all over again and pulling his face up. Rider seemed to know what was coming, and his mouth fell open immediately. One, two, three strokes and Stabbington’s twin was coming, partially missing and hitting Rider’s cheek, but the rest went into his mouth - and Stabbington himself couldn’t hold on much longer.
Rider was beginning to tremble underneath him, and his neglected cock which swung between his legs with each thrust seemed close to bursting point, and he reached it very quickly. He barely even had time to swallow Stabbington’s twin, convulsing around Stabbington in the most delicious way, and arching his back under Stabbington’s hold as whatever moans he’d been holding back spilled out of his lips; and all thoughts of Rapunzel were expelled from his mind at that point.
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He jerked his head at his twin, who already seemed composed, as though he hadn’t just watched Stabbington fuck Rider against a log, and he pulled up the torn vest and shirt over Rider’s back once again, followed by the trousers over Rider’s trembling knees. He fastened the belt and untied Rider from the log, and Flynn seemed too exhausted to even struggle.
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Every inch of him hurt, though the dull ache in his lower abdomen didn’t seem to get better or worse no matter how much he was moved. They didn’t say a word as they moved him - he wasn’t even sure where. He was on a boat, they were tying him to the boat, and one of them forced that sharpened piece of wood between his teeth, and secured it there, before setting him off on sail, bound for the castle.
The taste of cum was still on his tongue, and he could still feel it trailing down his legs.
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