Kindness [3/4]
anonymous
March 12 2009, 01:43:00 UTC
"It's almost over," he whispers in Japan's ear. "Please, Kiku, let this be over. You won't be able to take anymore after he fucks you. I know what he's like."
Turkey is now naked, kneeling behind Japan. His cock dark and erect, slickened by pre-cum. Japan can feel the thick head - it nudges teasingly at his hole. His hold on Greece becomes tighter, face buried in the crook of the man's neck.
"Missed me?" Turkey's hands grab the back of Japan's thighs and spread them wider. The hands come to rest on his hips, gripping firmly. "Hold him still."
Without warning, Turkey thrusts savagely upward, his cock all the way in. Japan holds on tighter, choking out a soundless scream. Eyes screwed shut. Greece doesn't know what else to do but continue to sooth him with a gentle noise.
He rams into Japan with ferocity, unheeding of the trickle of blood that starts to flow again. The grunts are deep and animalistic. His arms wrap around Japan's chest, pulling him away from Greece and forcing him to lean against Turkey's chest. The Turk's hips buckle up and down to thrust into the smaller man. The room is filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.
"Lift his knees and spread them for me."
Greece complies. He can't take his eyes away from the sight of the Turk's cock, now covered in Greece's own cum and Japan's blood, slamming in and out of the smaller man's hole. Faster and more violent with every thrust. The ring is impossibly red, and the inner thighs are scattered with welts and bruises.
Japan is gasping loudly now. The shock starts to dissipate, and the screeching inside his head begs for more. The Turk knows.
"Get the knife. Don't argue." A pause. The thrusting stops. "His thigh."
A moment later, Japan feels a cold blade pressing lightly on his thigh, not yet cutting into his flesh. The blade quivers, mimicking Greece's shaking breaths. His eyes slowly open to see Greece's own filled with hurt and fear.
"We'll play a game, the three of us," the Turk speaks in his ear. "I'll ask you some questions, and if I like your answers, Greece here will reward you." He chuckles. "I promise it'll hurt."
"You sick son of a bitch, what-"
"Shut your mouth, brat!" The Turk barks at Greece. "If you want this to be over - and I'm sure this little doll here wants it too - then you'll do as I say. And ask him. Go on. Ask him if he wants to play a little."
Japan squirms and whimpers. He clenches his pained muscles around Turkey's cock and starts rocking, all the while looking imploringly into Greece's eyes. Turkey's laugh is victorious.
"Give him a hand, brat. Put your fingers in. He'll like it more when it's tighter. Who would've thought this kid can get so loose. How many guys have you been fucking lately, hmm?"
Japan doesn't answer - his body tenses up in anticipation when Greece's unsure fingers graces where Turkey's cock sinks into his body. Then he grits his teeth as the fingers plunge in, squeezing into the hole already filled to the brim with cum and blood and throbbing flesh. It's tight - so painfully tight now - every single millimeter of fingers pushing in makes his groan and pant. He pushes himself down, hard, evoking a moan from the Turk and a surprised gasp from Greece.
Turkey is now naked, kneeling behind Japan. His cock dark and erect, slickened by pre-cum. Japan can feel the thick head - it nudges teasingly at his hole. His hold on Greece becomes tighter, face buried in the crook of the man's neck.
"Missed me?" Turkey's hands grab the back of Japan's thighs and spread them wider. The hands come to rest on his hips, gripping firmly. "Hold him still."
Without warning, Turkey thrusts savagely upward, his cock all the way in. Japan holds on tighter, choking out a soundless scream. Eyes screwed shut. Greece doesn't know what else to do but continue to sooth him with a gentle noise.
He rams into Japan with ferocity, unheeding of the trickle of blood that starts to flow again. The grunts are deep and animalistic. His arms wrap around Japan's chest, pulling him away from Greece and forcing him to lean against Turkey's chest. The Turk's hips buckle up and down to thrust into the smaller man. The room is filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.
"Lift his knees and spread them for me."
Greece complies. He can't take his eyes away from the sight of the Turk's cock, now covered in Greece's own cum and Japan's blood, slamming in and out of the smaller man's hole. Faster and more violent with every thrust. The ring is impossibly red, and the inner thighs are scattered with welts and bruises.
Japan is gasping loudly now. The shock starts to dissipate, and the screeching inside his head begs for more. The Turk knows.
"Get the knife. Don't argue." A pause. The thrusting stops. "His thigh."
A moment later, Japan feels a cold blade pressing lightly on his thigh, not yet cutting into his flesh. The blade quivers, mimicking Greece's shaking breaths. His eyes slowly open to see Greece's own filled with hurt and fear.
"We'll play a game, the three of us," the Turk speaks in his ear. "I'll ask you some questions, and if I like your answers, Greece here will reward you." He chuckles. "I promise it'll hurt."
"You sick son of a bitch, what-"
"Shut your mouth, brat!" The Turk barks at Greece. "If you want this to be over - and I'm sure this little doll here wants it too - then you'll do as I say. And ask him. Go on. Ask him if he wants to play a little."
Japan squirms and whimpers. He clenches his pained muscles around Turkey's cock and starts rocking, all the while looking imploringly into Greece's eyes. Turkey's laugh is victorious.
"Give him a hand, brat. Put your fingers in. He'll like it more when it's tighter. Who would've thought this kid can get so loose. How many guys have you been fucking lately, hmm?"
Japan doesn't answer - his body tenses up in anticipation when Greece's unsure fingers graces where Turkey's cock sinks into his body. Then he grits his teeth as the fingers plunge in, squeezing into the hole already filled to the brim with cum and blood and throbbing flesh. It's tight - so painfully tight now - every single millimeter of fingers pushing in makes his groan and pant. He pushes himself down, hard, evoking a moan from the Turk and a surprised gasp from Greece.
"Cut him."
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