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.
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.
(hoped y'all liked it)
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I aim to please. ;)
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