Jack stayed the night in the Lounge for Hunter's sake. He's been waiting for his giant to show up. The shine hasn't worn off the thrill of letting the young man fuck him. It's early yet, though Jack is impatient. Still, it surprises him when there's a knock at the door. Hunter is certainly chivalrous enough to knock when he knows damn well he's
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It ends and Jack does feel a little like he's won. Aching with eyes watering involuntarily, he still feels like he's won. He feels the fingers on his back and it takes a while for Jack to realize what's distracted his attacker.
A small sound escapes Jack's lips when he's rolled over, as he nearly speaks, but then he's smothered. His eyes widen and he glares for a moment. Then his face begins to redden. He kicks and struggles after another moment. He grabs at Saturday's wrist but can't move him. His eyes are bloodshot and watering. His cheeks are hot and a deep red and his struggling weakens. Jack's vision starts to grey. He's afraid he might vomit and drown.
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He's careful to keep Jack awake. Saturday even has the timing down now so he can only half pay attention without accidentally ending it early. Jack's boots are loud as they scrap and kick against the plastic covering the floor. It's simply the background music to their 'heavy petting' session. Saturday has a knee pressing down on the wadded up trousers still around Jack's thighs and is pressing down hard enough to knee the man in place.
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He gets hard with time, and is barely aware of it. He gets hard, but won't cum. Not without air.
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The agent is breathing heavy and nearly creaming himself as Jack's dick finally decides to work on it's own. It's that special place where the human part backs away in terror and the lizard brain rises up. He knows. That lizard brain proving that Jack's sickness runs to the very core and no rational thought or fear can prevent nature from showing itself. Jack says it takes skill and the right hands to get a man hard. Saturday just wants to prove him wrong.
"That's it. Let it happen. You're just a faggot. You can't help it."
Nevermind the organs twin stretching out his own pants to the limit.
Saturday jams fingers up Jack's asshole roughly to collect the bit of blood there and smears it on the hard dick. He spits as well, making the hand job wet and sliding.
"Tell me how good it feels. Tell me you love having your cock stroked by a man and I'll let you breathe my air."
He takes his hand off Jack's face once more and doesn't replace it after the first breath. He just keeps stroking and waiting.
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He can't help it, but when he's called on it he struggles, bucks and tries again to force Saturday off of him. The bastard should stop touching him. He's tired of this. He wants Hunter to barge in. He wants to watch Sat die.
When the hand is moved again, Jack takes a few long breaths, clearing his head and cooling off his brain. He knows it's going to end again soon, so he gets as much air as he can, still struggling to pull his dick away from Saturday.
"Nnnn...Ah....I ... I love bein' stroked...by a man... P...Pity that man isn' you."
He spits again.
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Spitting on him isn't as effective this time from his back. Anger flashes on Saturday's face in a flash, but doesn't stay.
"I can live with that. Can you?"
He smirks.
"You're going to cum for me. I know just how this dick works, Jack."
Rape is more personal when the first name is used. He wants it to be very personal. What can be more face to face then a copy of yourself doing this?
"Do I still look like your precious twin, Jacky?"
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"Nnn...no."
It's hard to say what he's arguing right off. Could be anything or nothing. Jack isn't entirely with Sat right now. He tries to sink into the floor, but it isn't happening. There's nowhere to go and no way to get away.
"Sh..Shelly's far m...more prettier...nnn...an' a better 'and ah...at this..."
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"As soon as you cum I'm sticking it in you again. You're gonna get it real hard. Hope you don't stop bleeding first. It's the only lube you have."
He could be kind and use Jack's juice to soften the strokes. But since when was rape about kindness?
" 'More Prettier' is not a correct phrase, Jack. You had sex with your own brother??"
Asks the man who molested and tortured his very very young brother and sister. The more Jack reminds him of himself the more disgusted he is and the more Jack is punished for it.
He also wants Jack talking so he can get more of those moans.
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"Ahhnnn...S'not m'brother by blood... Found 'im ...mmmm...'ere. Same as you..."
And he trusts that Saturday will never ever be able to find Sheldon. His twin and love is safe. So why not use him as a method of taunting.
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"He left you."
It's not asked. This man isn't around and Jack was so happy when he thought Saturday was his twin then it obviously wasn't the pirate that took off.
His thumb circles the tip of Jack's prick as he squeezes.
"I wont. I'll hurt you terribly. But I wont ever leave."
It's part of the appeal of pimps to a whore. Your pimp will beat you, rape you, kill you. But he will never ever abandon you.
It's not meant to turn Jack now. Just planting a seed for later.
"You're mine until you die, Jacki. Cum for me now. I want you to feel that fleeting pleasure before I rape you again."
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"Nnn...Didn't leave me... I..I left..."
He died. He can hardly blame Shel for moving on with his life. Though...Shelly hasn't come back to see him, either...
"Y'don't bloody know him!"
The use of that name --Jacki-- it's unfair. That's not for this man. He shouldn't even be able to say it. Not so easily. That was for parents and lovers. That was for those who really cared or made a difference in Jack's life. It wasn't for Sat.
Maybe it's the name that does it, or maybe it's the rush of fear when he's told he'll be raped again, but something shifts in the muscles of his body and Jack can't hold back anymore. He cums in short, uncomfortable bursts dribbling over Saturday's hand.
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He's going to work hard to convince Jack of that fact. If the man's twin is what he wants and what he wants to fuck then Saturday is going to be that in order to further break Jack's will.
Once he's milked Jack's cum from him Saturday wipes it roughly on the pirate's face covering his mouth and cheeks. He could have used that for lube, but he wants it to hurt terrible. Saturday rips Jack's pants clean in half and impales the pirate on his dick. He uses his hands on Jack's thighs to shove Jack on his dick as he thrusts forward. He's fucking so hard blood flows freely. It's rough and fast. His considerable size causes a lot of damage.
Luckily for Jack, Saturday was so horny and anxious to fuck it doesn't last long. He leans forward putting his hands around Jack's throat as his hips smash back and forth and Saturday cums with a shaking sweaty yell. He pants heavily as he grins at Jack's cum smeared face.
sat snatches the big of Pearl's sail from his hair, taking out a fistful of brown locks along with it. And then he begins to beat Jack. Not too much on the face, but he bruises Jack's body a lot. He hits openhanded all over Jack's chest and thighs.
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This monster can't be his precious Shelly. Saturday just cruelly wears Sheldon's face. Jack can't accept that his twin would ever do this to him. Shelly is cruel and cold, but not to him. Not ever to him.
Jack tries to turn his face away or otherwise dodge Sat's hand, but all he can do is close his mouth and eyes. His own spent seed still leaks between his lips when he breathes again and tears begin to well up in the pirate's eyes as he starts to lose hope.
He yelps out when his pants are torn so easily, but screams loud and full when he's so roughly penetrated. Jack feels as though he'll be ripped in two with the same ease. The tender flesh of his ass is torn and brutalized. The wounds burn and ache and Jack can feel the blood running down between his cheeks as Saturday continues to pound into him. The man's climax is pumped into him and burns with searing pain in every open tear. Jack sobs openly at last, unable to hold it in.
Another shout when his hair is yanked out. Jack glares sullenly at his stolen memories hanging in Saturday's hand before the beating begins. He tries to fight back and tries to crawl away, but every move is followed by being beaten down again. Finally he just curls into the fetal position, weeping and shaking as he prays for this to end.
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"Call me Sheldon Sands."
He wrenches Jack's arm away, twisting almost hard enough to break it and smacking him in the mouth.
"Say 'Please stop hurting me, Sheldon'."
He hits Jack before he can think about it. Keeps hitting him so that he can't finish a thought as he tells him just what to do.
"Please stop hitting me, Sheldon."
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He finds he's thinking the words, even when he can't say them. He wants this man to stop hurting him, and --Gods help him-- he looks so much like Shelly. Jack is sobbing, hard and loud and feels almost like he can't breathe.
"P..please stop..stop, Sheldon..."
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A trail of blood follows them.
When they get to the bed Saturday grabs hold of one wrist and one ankle. He lifts him up like that onto the bed, tossing him on his stomach. Saturday ties him down with straps so his arms are held with soft cuffs against the sides of his body. His ankles are cuffed at the end of the bed.
"Lift your ass up as high as you can."
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