fic: Suddenly Seymour (6/6)
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Blaine/Seymour (humanish monster)
Word Count: 1,000+
Warnings/kinks: noncon, bestiality (sort of... Seymour is mostly just a HUGE human who can't speak and very very very low intelligence, kind of animalistic), bondage, size kink, dirty talk, vouyerism, gags/silence
Author's note: Last part
Prompt: Blaine is kidnapped by two guys and used as a fucktoy for a huge non human thing named Seymour. [ Full prompt here.]
Blaine wakes up, naked and on a cement floor. He can’t remember how long this same thing has happened but he knows it’s been a long time. With the lack of sunlight in the basement, he can’t tell when it’s night or day. But at this point, it doesn’t matter to him. He knows he’s trapped and he’s never getting out.
A while after Seymour had started fucking him, the men had decided he’d never be able to escape anyways if they’d untied him. Rather than have him on the breeding rack forever, they put a collar on him and chained him to a post like a dog. His hands were bound in gloves that don’t allow his fingers to move or get rid of the collar. The chain allows him to get to the corner to use a bucket they left for him to use as a toilet.
A few times a day one of the men comes down and gives Blaine and Seymour food and cleans Blaine’s hole. And sometimes, the two men come down together to watch Seymour fuck Blaine, talking quietly about what a good whore Blaine was and how they’d never get tired of watching. Some times they decide to have fun and tie Blaine up in different positions on different contraptions they set up.
Depending on the night, Seymour would pull Blaine into his arms and spoon him on the mattress, usually putting one of his enormous hands over Blaine’s crotch or reaching between Blaine’s legs to stick a finger into his hole, usually alongside the plug. Other nights Blaine would be left on the cement floor, broken and exhausted.
Blaine stretches out and sits up. Without a blanket, he shivers on the cold, hard floor, wrapping his arms around himself to try to keep warm. In the corner, Seymour stirs from his sleep, stretching out his huge body. Slowly he gets up into a sitting position and reaches over to grab the end of the chain that holds Blaine. Forcefully he tugs the chain, pulling Blaine’ neck backwards and choking him. Blaine dutifully crawls over to him to avoid asphyxiation. Seymour quickly stands and pulls Blaine with him over to some rope hanging from the ceiling.
Frustrated by his inability to do what he wanted by himself, he lets out a loud moan, his sign for the men to come help him. Within a minute, they rush down the stairs and see what Seymour is trying to do. They walk towards him and grab a stepladder from the corner. One of the men steps up on it next to the rope. “Pick him up,” he instructs Seymour with a lifting motion. Seymour quickly lifts Blaine effortlessly, grunting in impatience. “Hold your arms up, whore,” he commands Blaine. When Blaine doesn’t do it, Seymour gets mad and grabs his wrists, lifting them forcefully. The man ties the rope around them securely and steps off the stepladder.
When Seymour drops Blaine down he’s hanging off the ground, his ass just at the level of Seymour’s hips. The collar around his neck tightens painfully as he swings back and forth. His legs dangled awkwardly as he waits for Seymour to make his move.
Quickly Seymour reaches forwards and pulls the plug out of Blaine’s ass, making him moan in discomfort. Without any further preparation, Seymour slides his hands around to the front of Blaine’s thighs and pulls them apart widely. With Blaine exactly how he wants him, he pulls the boy back, impaling him on his monstrous cock. Blaine winces at the burning sensation and lack of lubrication but he’s used to this already. Seymour thrusts shallowly at first before building up momentum and diving in deeper. When he’s over half way in, he starts to pull out again until the massive head is the only thing keeping Blaine open. Then, he slams back in, nearly all the way, making Blaine’s face contort in discomfort and he whined quietly.
The men watch from the corner as their big creature pounds the small boy, taking just as much enjoyment as Seymour. “God he’s such a perfect little slut,” one of them groaned.
“This will never get old,” the other added.
The tips of Seymour’s fingers that pull Blaine’s thighs apart graze against Blaine’s cock, stroking up and down with every thrust. The huge cock also starts to stroke his prostate roughly. In response, Blaine grows hard.
“He loves this so much, such a little whore,” said one guy.
Over time, Blaine had learned to block out the two men’s humiliating verbal assault and he learned to just know his place. It made things easier. He also stopped fighting the humiliating feeling of coming from the assault on his ass.
The familiar ball of heat fills Blaine’s lower abdomen, building higher and higher with each of Seymour’s thrusts. He cums, his load shooting down to the floor. Seymour fucks him through the orgasm, rubbing his oversensitive prostate uncomfortably. As his own orgasm builds, Seymour’s grip on Blaine’s thighs tightens, his nails making half moon shaped welts in the smooth skin. Hot cum fills Blaine’s insides and Seymour pulls out slowly, sitting on the ground behind Blaine.
The two men gawk at Blaine for a few minutes, leaving the boy’s limp body hanging by his wrists. Cum leaks out of his ass, dripping down his crack and thighs. Finally the two men pick their jaws up off the ground and move over to Blaine. Before they take him down, one of the men spreads Blaine’s legs while the other picks up the plug and slowly puts it in Blaine’s ass. Once that’s done they untie Blaine and lower him, almost gingerly to the ground.
As soon as his ass hits the ground, Seymour is crawling towards him, hand wrapped in the chain. He scoops up Blaine’s limp body and half carries-half drags him over to the nearest wall. While he recovers from the last round, Seymour keeps Blaine sitting between his long legs, his dick pressed between Blaine’s cheeks.
His hands wander over Blaine’s small frame, petting his torso and legs, always nearing his crotch.
And Blaine lets him; all fight in his broken body utterly lost.
IMPORTANT end note: So I hope you liked it! Just to let you know, I'm opening a prompt thing to cure some boredom I have... here's the post but yeah, I'll directly fill a promt you give me!
Pairings: Blaine/Seymour (humanish monster)
Word Count: 1,000+
Warnings/kinks: noncon, bestiality (sort of... Seymour is mostly just a HUGE human who can't speak and very very very low intelligence, kind of animalistic), bondage, size kink, dirty talk, vouyerism, gags/silence
Author's note: Last part
Prompt: Blaine is kidnapped by two guys and used as a fucktoy for a huge non human thing named Seymour. [ Full prompt here.]
Blaine wakes up, naked and on a cement floor. He can’t remember how long this same thing has happened but he knows it’s been a long time. With the lack of sunlight in the basement, he can’t tell when it’s night or day. But at this point, it doesn’t matter to him. He knows he’s trapped and he’s never getting out.
A while after Seymour had started fucking him, the men had decided he’d never be able to escape anyways if they’d untied him. Rather than have him on the breeding rack forever, they put a collar on him and chained him to a post like a dog. His hands were bound in gloves that don’t allow his fingers to move or get rid of the collar. The chain allows him to get to the corner to use a bucket they left for him to use as a toilet.
A few times a day one of the men comes down and gives Blaine and Seymour food and cleans Blaine’s hole. And sometimes, the two men come down together to watch Seymour fuck Blaine, talking quietly about what a good whore Blaine was and how they’d never get tired of watching. Some times they decide to have fun and tie Blaine up in different positions on different contraptions they set up.
Depending on the night, Seymour would pull Blaine into his arms and spoon him on the mattress, usually putting one of his enormous hands over Blaine’s crotch or reaching between Blaine’s legs to stick a finger into his hole, usually alongside the plug. Other nights Blaine would be left on the cement floor, broken and exhausted.
Blaine stretches out and sits up. Without a blanket, he shivers on the cold, hard floor, wrapping his arms around himself to try to keep warm. In the corner, Seymour stirs from his sleep, stretching out his huge body. Slowly he gets up into a sitting position and reaches over to grab the end of the chain that holds Blaine. Forcefully he tugs the chain, pulling Blaine’ neck backwards and choking him. Blaine dutifully crawls over to him to avoid asphyxiation. Seymour quickly stands and pulls Blaine with him over to some rope hanging from the ceiling.
Frustrated by his inability to do what he wanted by himself, he lets out a loud moan, his sign for the men to come help him. Within a minute, they rush down the stairs and see what Seymour is trying to do. They walk towards him and grab a stepladder from the corner. One of the men steps up on it next to the rope. “Pick him up,” he instructs Seymour with a lifting motion. Seymour quickly lifts Blaine effortlessly, grunting in impatience. “Hold your arms up, whore,” he commands Blaine. When Blaine doesn’t do it, Seymour gets mad and grabs his wrists, lifting them forcefully. The man ties the rope around them securely and steps off the stepladder.
When Seymour drops Blaine down he’s hanging off the ground, his ass just at the level of Seymour’s hips. The collar around his neck tightens painfully as he swings back and forth. His legs dangled awkwardly as he waits for Seymour to make his move.
Quickly Seymour reaches forwards and pulls the plug out of Blaine’s ass, making him moan in discomfort. Without any further preparation, Seymour slides his hands around to the front of Blaine’s thighs and pulls them apart widely. With Blaine exactly how he wants him, he pulls the boy back, impaling him on his monstrous cock. Blaine winces at the burning sensation and lack of lubrication but he’s used to this already. Seymour thrusts shallowly at first before building up momentum and diving in deeper. When he’s over half way in, he starts to pull out again until the massive head is the only thing keeping Blaine open. Then, he slams back in, nearly all the way, making Blaine’s face contort in discomfort and he whined quietly.
The men watch from the corner as their big creature pounds the small boy, taking just as much enjoyment as Seymour. “God he’s such a perfect little slut,” one of them groaned.
“This will never get old,” the other added.
The tips of Seymour’s fingers that pull Blaine’s thighs apart graze against Blaine’s cock, stroking up and down with every thrust. The huge cock also starts to stroke his prostate roughly. In response, Blaine grows hard.
“He loves this so much, such a little whore,” said one guy.
Over time, Blaine had learned to block out the two men’s humiliating verbal assault and he learned to just know his place. It made things easier. He also stopped fighting the humiliating feeling of coming from the assault on his ass.
The familiar ball of heat fills Blaine’s lower abdomen, building higher and higher with each of Seymour’s thrusts. He cums, his load shooting down to the floor. Seymour fucks him through the orgasm, rubbing his oversensitive prostate uncomfortably. As his own orgasm builds, Seymour’s grip on Blaine’s thighs tightens, his nails making half moon shaped welts in the smooth skin. Hot cum fills Blaine’s insides and Seymour pulls out slowly, sitting on the ground behind Blaine.
The two men gawk at Blaine for a few minutes, leaving the boy’s limp body hanging by his wrists. Cum leaks out of his ass, dripping down his crack and thighs. Finally the two men pick their jaws up off the ground and move over to Blaine. Before they take him down, one of the men spreads Blaine’s legs while the other picks up the plug and slowly puts it in Blaine’s ass. Once that’s done they untie Blaine and lower him, almost gingerly to the ground.
As soon as his ass hits the ground, Seymour is crawling towards him, hand wrapped in the chain. He scoops up Blaine’s limp body and half carries-half drags him over to the nearest wall. While he recovers from the last round, Seymour keeps Blaine sitting between his long legs, his dick pressed between Blaine’s cheeks.
His hands wander over Blaine’s small frame, petting his torso and legs, always nearing his crotch.
And Blaine lets him; all fight in his broken body utterly lost.
IMPORTANT end note: So I hope you liked it! Just to let you know, I'm opening a prompt thing to cure some boredom I have... here's the post but yeah, I'll directly fill a promt you give me!