Into the Darkness ~Chapter 4~
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Title: Into the Darkness ~Chapter 4~
Author:
taisa_flames
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Overall- Roy/Ed, various/Ed or Roy
Spoiler: Only in Epilogue. General for series through episode 51, perhaps one for the movie if you didn't figure it out in last episode.
Warnings: Overall will contain (in alphabetical order): angst, blood, bloodplay, character death, child abuse, general cruel brutality, gore, horror,humiliation, kink, knives, mindfuck, mutilation, necrophilia, non-con pedophilia, oc death, pain, rape, rim, squick, torture, toys, violence, voyeurism.
Please understand that this is very dark, and not for the weak-stomached. Please don't read if you don't think you can handle this.
Summary: Ed was not covered in visible wounds the way Roy himself was, but he knew that the young man had also been the subjects of the ‘studies’ of their captors.
Notes: AU - Ed is 17, Al is still in armour, Roy is still a Colonel, and the events of episode 25 never happened; There may be some OOC-ness, depending on how you would interpret the individuals involved responding to the situations in which they are placed.
Disclaimer: I do not own FMA. I get no money for writing this.
“Major Hawkeye, Sir!” the young man saluted crisply, .
“I have a package for you, Sir, to be delivered in person,Sir, which is why I am here in your office, Sir!”
Hawkeye sighed. Her recent promotion had been more out of necessity than anything else, and she found herself doing many tasks that should have taken the rank of a Colonel. More specifically, the role of a certain very much missed Flame Alchemist. They had basically thrust her unto Mustang’s job, all the responsibility and half the authority. Nice. The result was that she was now buried under the same constant pile of paperwork that Roy had always been complaining about. Oh, the irony. To top it off, the military wasn’t too picky with their recruiting lately, and it was getting to be a little much. Case in point was the idiot standing in front of her, still saluting and going on about a package that he had yet to produce.
Colonel Mustang and Fullmetal had been missing for over six months now, and she was beginning to despair of ever finding them. They had nothing to go on, no witnesses, no ransom note, nothing, the two men had simply vanished. In the beginning there were jokes about the two of them having run off together, but this kind of talk, even jokingly, was quickly stopped after some idiot had said it within earshot of Alphonse, who had decked the man, then run out of headquarters, screaming that his brother would never just leave him. Alphonse was well-liked despite his rather intimidating presence, and the thought that he had been hurt (not to mention the cracked jaw their compatriot) was enough to shut up even the most heartless of the soldiers. That and a rumor that anyone talking about the other rumor was likely to have a painfully close encounter with Hawkeye’s gun.
She forced her lips into a weary smile. “Alright, Corporal, leave it on the desk. That will be all.”
The young man shifted nervously, but made no move to leave. Hawkeye sighed. It seemed she was doing a lot of sighing these days. “What is it, Corporal?”
“Well, Sir, the thing is,” he stammered. This woman was scary, and he’d heard that she was both trigger-happy and one of the best shots in the entire Amestris military. Not a good combination, if you were gonna try to tell her something she didn’t want to hear.
“I’m supposed to wait and make sure you open it. I don’t know what it is, but I do know it’s real important, Sir.”
Another sigh. “Fine. If I stop what I am doing to open this package, which, by the way, you have yet to produce, will you leave me and this damned paperwork in peace?”
The young Corporal’s eyes widened, but he nodded, apparently not trusting his voice to speak.
The package in question turned out to be a rather ordinary envelope, about size of a sheet of typing paper. There was no return address, but she hadn’t really been expecting one. What could be so damn important? Surely whatever this was could wait at least until after lunch. Or maybe some time at the shooting range to blow off some steam. The pressure from the lack of leads in the investigation was getting to her, no question. She slit the envelope open, and two small pieces of paper fluttered out. One appeared to be a hastily scrawled note, the other a photograph that had landed facedown on her desk. Hawkeye took a quick glance at the photo and choked back a gasp, the color draining from her face.
“Corporal, please leave this office, and if anyone asks, you were never here, you understand? On your way out, please tell Second Lieutenant Havoc to call Colonel Hughes and tell him to get his ass into my office right away. That is all.”
The young man looked slightly confused, but he simply mentally shrugged, saluted, then left to follow the Major’s orders.
Hawkeye slumped back in her chair, to stunned to think about what she had just seen. She left the photo face-down on the desk, and instead reached for the note that had accompanied it. She scanned it briefly, recognizing it to be from one of their spies imbedded in Drachma, who happened to be an old and very dear friend of hers from back at the Academy. Drachma? She thought to herself. There’s no way…
Her musings were interrupted by Hughes knocking, then letting himself into the room, his cheerful demeanor quickly dissolving into a serious concern as he took in Hawkeye’s pale face and pained eyes.
“Maes,” She said, her voice steady but it was obvious that the composure was forced. “I want you to first read this. Then I am going to show you something that I really don’t want to, but I have to. Maes, you know what this is about.”
Hughes nodded, and took from her hand the slightly crumpled note.
My dear Risa,
One of my informants found this tacked to the wall in the bathroom of a rather shady nightclub in eastern Drachma. I think that this is your boy, although part of me truly hopes that it isn’t. I don’t know where it was taken, But I’ll try to find out what I can. According to my source, someone at the club told him the picture had been up for at least a few months, maybe longer. I don’t want to say much more right now, but apparently this isn’t the only picture out there. We’ll keep looking, but don’t trust to hope, Risa. It’ll just get you hurt.
Your Servant-
Ron
By the time Hughes had finished reading, he was frowning deeply, and his eyes were troubled.
“Show me, Risa. I know its going to be bad.”
He steely composure cracked a bit more, a tear escaping to roll down her cheek. “I still at times think of him as a child, remembering him as he was when he first set his defiant little feet into Roy’s office. To see him like this hurts, Maes. And I can’t help feeling it’s my fault for not being able to find them.” She gave up all pretence of strength and lay her head down on the desk, handing the photograph to Havoc.
Hughes slumped down onto the couch, shocked. The picture showed Edward, automail uncoupled and completely naked and looking surprisingly small, on his back on what appeared to be a concrete floor. Looming over him were at least 8, maybe even 12 men, leering at the boy with hungry grins. Each of them had his own cock in hand, having just cum all over the boy at their feet. Edward’s eyes were squeezed shut, hut jaw clenched tightly, and his back was arched slightly off the floor. His own erection was prominent against his flat stomach, and in a moment of pure disbelief, Hughes realized that the camera had caught Ed at the moment of his own orgasm; his own cum spurting forth to mix with that of the men above him.
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“Hey, Blondie, we’ve got a present for you!”
Edward didn’t even bother to look up. He was sore and stiff covered in bruising from overeager ‘lovers’. His body protested his awakening, as he had only fallen to sleep a short time ago.
“Awww, now, don’t be like that. C’mere, I want to try it out on you, see if it fits”
General laughter met that remark, and Ed groaned. Harrington. That was that voice’s name. Big, ugly, and smelled bad, like old cabbage. He was also the guy that Ed had decked the previous day. Idiot had roused Ed from a nightmare, and had left himself in striking distance when he did it. Ed really hadn’t meant to wake up screaming and give the man a black eye, although he didn’t exactly regret it. Yet. He had a feeling he would be, though. He sat up, surprised not to be chained. They must have had guards on him the entire time he slept. Odd. But not unwelcome. Ed hated the chains.
His thoughts were interrupted as the man who had been speaking to him -Harrington- hauled him up by his arm and half-dragged him over to the middle of the room where about a dozen other men had gathered.
‘Oh, fuck’, Ed thought. ‘I really don’t have the energy to do all of them right now. Maybe later, but right now I’m sore and I’m tired, and god I hate these fucking assholes! Can’t they go find someone else to stick their dicks in for once?’
Ed’s eyes grew wide as he watched Harrington pull a huge anal plug out of the box at his feet. There was NO FUCKING WAY they were putting that thing in him. Sure, they had used toys on him before, and some of them had felt pretty good, but nothing anywhere near this big. It looked to be almost ten inches long, although part of that was the base. But it wasn’t the length so much as the width of it that was causing such trepidation. The widest part looked to him to be almost twice the diameter of the biggest cock he’d even had in him. After it flared, it dropped off far too sharply, not tapered for removal like they usually were, and Ed was left wondering, after they got it in him, which they would, no matter how much it hurt, getting it back OUT would be the hard part.
‘And I thought I was sore now,’ Ed mused with a small smirk. ‘Tomorrow’s gonna be a real bitch. Well, bring it on, as they say. I can handle it. I’ll get through this. I’ll get out, get home, see Al. And I’ll find Roy and bring him home with me. I’m not going anywhere without him.’
Unbeknownst to Edward, Harrington had caught the small smile on Ed’s face, but the smile quickly faded as he heard the man proceed to tell the others what a good little slut the little Blondie was, and how badly he wanted his new toy up his ass.
The other men laughed, and gathered around Ed, pressing his stomach flat into the ground, his cheek pressed against the concrete floor, multiple sets of hands roaming over his back, legs and ass. His thighs were parted, and Ed felt someone moving in between them, more hands spreading him open, then slick fingers prodding at his entrance.
‘Come on you fuck, this is gonna hurt like a bitch, no matter how much time you take to prep my ass. So just hurry up and get it over with already!’ Ed grit his teeth and tried to force his muscles to relax.
Ed twitched slightly as fingers invaded his body, thrusting, twisting, stretching. Before long he was moaning softly, clenching the muscles in his ass around those fingers as they sought out and stroked his prostate. He hated it that it felt so good, when he was being caressed gently, rather than the rough penetration that occurred so often, he had almost grown used to it.
Then the fingers were removed, and Ed knew what was coming next. Hell, it would probably go easier if one of them just fucked him first, but he had a feeling that wasn’t going to happen; they were all excited about this new hunk of plastic and rubber for some reason. He fought back panic, forced his body to relax, to allow himself to loosen.
Harrington smeared some extra lube on the probe, then began to slowly slide it in. It was only in halfway when the boy beneath him began to whimper softly. He took some pity, -the thing WAS rather big- and began thrusting it slowly in and out, each thrust carrying it a bit deeper. Edward’s cries of pain were now interspersed with low moans of pleasure, and finally a piercing shriek of pain as Harrington lost patience and shoved the last few inches into the small body with one sharp push.
Edward couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, knew nothing but the pain. It felt like he had been ripped open, he wouldn’t be surprised If he was bleeding. He heard the men talking above him, but couldn’t hear the works, only meaningless sounds. He felt someone touching the base of the object inside of him, pushing some switch, and suddenly his entire world exploded in a flash of light. The thing inside him was vibrating, a slight humming sound barely audible over his own moans of severe pain and instance pleasure.
He let out a shocked cry when a foot made contact with his ribs, then wedged itself under his chest, forcing him to flip onto his back, completely exposed.
His cock was hard, and lay heavy against the muscles of his stomach. Ed longed for contact, but he knew that was not allowed, he was never allowed to touch himself for any reason, to do so would just end up in him getting hurt, and not being allowed to come.
“Feel good, sweetie?” a familiar female voice called. Ed didn’t have to look up to know who it was. “Hey boys, why don’t you all make him pretty for the camera, hmmm?”
‘You have GOT to be fucking kidding me’ Ed thought, realizing that the men standing over him now had their arousals in hand and were jacking off while leering at him. He knew what would happen next, to he just closed his eyes and concentrated on the feeling inside of him. He wanted desperately to come, and was on the verge of flipping back over to rub his dick against the floor for much-needed friction when one of the men gave a strangled cry as he came, ejaculating on Ed’s chest. It wasn’t long after that that all the men were crying out in their own release, most of them aiming at his face, others, like the first, on his chest and abdomen, literally coating his body with their semen. It was the last man to come who triggered Ed’s own orgasm. Ed had a feeling that it had been Harrington who had ejaculated on his balls and cock, Ed having been wound so tight that the pressure of the stream of warm liquid had been enough to send him over the precipice, his face screwing up and body arching high off the ground as his own cum was added to that which already thick layer of white on his stomach.
“Oh, man, Red, tell me you got that. That was fucking awesome! Little whore, you loved that, didn’t you?”
Ed stared expressionlessly at the ceiling, ignoring the chattering of the men as well as the She and the men began talking as they tucked themselves back in and went to get back to doing whatever it was that they did when they weren’t fucking him. Before long Edward realized that they had all just left him there, lying on the floor, covered in slowly drying semen with the vibrator still going inside of him. He really wanted that thing out, the pleasure was gone, in its place a dull pain, and his side was aching from where he had been kicked. He desperately needed to sleep, whether he was cleaned up first or not didn’t really matter. He could have pulled it out on his own, but he was terrified of what punishment they might inflict upon him if he did so without permission. It was so tempting to draw an array in the viscous fluid coating him, but he knew that, although he couldn’t see anyone, he was almost certainly being watched. He really did want to keep his remaining hand, knew that these people didn’t make idle threats. He was always being watched.
Chapter Five
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Title: Into the Darkness ~Chapter 4~
Author:
taisa_flames
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Overall- Roy/Ed, various/Ed or Roy
Spoiler: Only in Epilogue. General for series through episode 51, perhaps one for the movie if you didn't figure it out in last episode.
Warnings: Overall will contain (in alphabetical order): angst, blood, bloodplay, character death, child abuse, general cruel brutality, gore, horror,humiliation, kink, knives, mindfuck, mutilation, necrophilia, non-con pedophilia, oc death, pain, rape, rim, squick, torture, toys, violence, voyeurism.
Please understand that this is very dark, and not for the weak-stomached. Please don't read if you don't think you can handle this.
Summary: Ed was not covered in visible wounds the way Roy himself was, but he knew that the young man had also been the subjects of the ‘studies’ of their captors.
Notes: AU - Ed is 17, Al is still in armour, Roy is still a Colonel, and the events of episode 25 never happened; There may be some OOC-ness, depending on how you would interpret the individuals involved responding to the situations in which they are placed.
Disclaimer: I do not own FMA. I get no money for writing this.
“Major Hawkeye, Sir!” the young man saluted crisply, .
“I have a package for you, Sir, to be delivered in person,Sir, which is why I am here in your office, Sir!”
Hawkeye sighed. Her recent promotion had been more out of necessity than anything else, and she found herself doing many tasks that should have taken the rank of a Colonel. More specifically, the role of a certain very much missed Flame Alchemist. They had basically thrust her unto Mustang’s job, all the responsibility and half the authority. Nice. The result was that she was now buried under the same constant pile of paperwork that Roy had always been complaining about. Oh, the irony. To top it off, the military wasn’t too picky with their recruiting lately, and it was getting to be a little much. Case in point was the idiot standing in front of her, still saluting and going on about a package that he had yet to produce.
Colonel Mustang and Fullmetal had been missing for over six months now, and she was beginning to despair of ever finding them. They had nothing to go on, no witnesses, no ransom note, nothing, the two men had simply vanished. In the beginning there were jokes about the two of them having run off together, but this kind of talk, even jokingly, was quickly stopped after some idiot had said it within earshot of Alphonse, who had decked the man, then run out of headquarters, screaming that his brother would never just leave him. Alphonse was well-liked despite his rather intimidating presence, and the thought that he had been hurt (not to mention the cracked jaw their compatriot) was enough to shut up even the most heartless of the soldiers. That and a rumor that anyone talking about the other rumor was likely to have a painfully close encounter with Hawkeye’s gun.
She forced her lips into a weary smile. “Alright, Corporal, leave it on the desk. That will be all.”
The young man shifted nervously, but made no move to leave. Hawkeye sighed. It seemed she was doing a lot of sighing these days. “What is it, Corporal?”
“Well, Sir, the thing is,” he stammered. This woman was scary, and he’d heard that she was both trigger-happy and one of the best shots in the entire Amestris military. Not a good combination, if you were gonna try to tell her something she didn’t want to hear.
“I’m supposed to wait and make sure you open it. I don’t know what it is, but I do know it’s real important, Sir.”
Another sigh. “Fine. If I stop what I am doing to open this package, which, by the way, you have yet to produce, will you leave me and this damned paperwork in peace?”
The young Corporal’s eyes widened, but he nodded, apparently not trusting his voice to speak.
The package in question turned out to be a rather ordinary envelope, about size of a sheet of typing paper. There was no return address, but she hadn’t really been expecting one. What could be so damn important? Surely whatever this was could wait at least until after lunch. Or maybe some time at the shooting range to blow off some steam. The pressure from the lack of leads in the investigation was getting to her, no question. She slit the envelope open, and two small pieces of paper fluttered out. One appeared to be a hastily scrawled note, the other a photograph that had landed facedown on her desk. Hawkeye took a quick glance at the photo and choked back a gasp, the color draining from her face.
“Corporal, please leave this office, and if anyone asks, you were never here, you understand? On your way out, please tell Second Lieutenant Havoc to call Colonel Hughes and tell him to get his ass into my office right away. That is all.”
The young man looked slightly confused, but he simply mentally shrugged, saluted, then left to follow the Major’s orders.
Hawkeye slumped back in her chair, to stunned to think about what she had just seen. She left the photo face-down on the desk, and instead reached for the note that had accompanied it. She scanned it briefly, recognizing it to be from one of their spies imbedded in Drachma, who happened to be an old and very dear friend of hers from back at the Academy. Drachma? She thought to herself. There’s no way…
Her musings were interrupted by Hughes knocking, then letting himself into the room, his cheerful demeanor quickly dissolving into a serious concern as he took in Hawkeye’s pale face and pained eyes.
“Maes,” She said, her voice steady but it was obvious that the composure was forced. “I want you to first read this. Then I am going to show you something that I really don’t want to, but I have to. Maes, you know what this is about.”
Hughes nodded, and took from her hand the slightly crumpled note.
My dear Risa,
One of my informants found this tacked to the wall in the bathroom of a rather shady nightclub in eastern Drachma. I think that this is your boy, although part of me truly hopes that it isn’t. I don’t know where it was taken, But I’ll try to find out what I can. According to my source, someone at the club told him the picture had been up for at least a few months, maybe longer. I don’t want to say much more right now, but apparently this isn’t the only picture out there. We’ll keep looking, but don’t trust to hope, Risa. It’ll just get you hurt.
Your Servant-
Ron
By the time Hughes had finished reading, he was frowning deeply, and his eyes were troubled.
“Show me, Risa. I know its going to be bad.”
He steely composure cracked a bit more, a tear escaping to roll down her cheek. “I still at times think of him as a child, remembering him as he was when he first set his defiant little feet into Roy’s office. To see him like this hurts, Maes. And I can’t help feeling it’s my fault for not being able to find them.” She gave up all pretence of strength and lay her head down on the desk, handing the photograph to Havoc.
Hughes slumped down onto the couch, shocked. The picture showed Edward, automail uncoupled and completely naked and looking surprisingly small, on his back on what appeared to be a concrete floor. Looming over him were at least 8, maybe even 12 men, leering at the boy with hungry grins. Each of them had his own cock in hand, having just cum all over the boy at their feet. Edward’s eyes were squeezed shut, hut jaw clenched tightly, and his back was arched slightly off the floor. His own erection was prominent against his flat stomach, and in a moment of pure disbelief, Hughes realized that the camera had caught Ed at the moment of his own orgasm; his own cum spurting forth to mix with that of the men above him.
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“Hey, Blondie, we’ve got a present for you!”
Edward didn’t even bother to look up. He was sore and stiff covered in bruising from overeager ‘lovers’. His body protested his awakening, as he had only fallen to sleep a short time ago.
“Awww, now, don’t be like that. C’mere, I want to try it out on you, see if it fits”
General laughter met that remark, and Ed groaned. Harrington. That was that voice’s name. Big, ugly, and smelled bad, like old cabbage. He was also the guy that Ed had decked the previous day. Idiot had roused Ed from a nightmare, and had left himself in striking distance when he did it. Ed really hadn’t meant to wake up screaming and give the man a black eye, although he didn’t exactly regret it. Yet. He had a feeling he would be, though. He sat up, surprised not to be chained. They must have had guards on him the entire time he slept. Odd. But not unwelcome. Ed hated the chains.
His thoughts were interrupted as the man who had been speaking to him -Harrington- hauled him up by his arm and half-dragged him over to the middle of the room where about a dozen other men had gathered.
‘Oh, fuck’, Ed thought. ‘I really don’t have the energy to do all of them right now. Maybe later, but right now I’m sore and I’m tired, and god I hate these fucking assholes! Can’t they go find someone else to stick their dicks in for once?’
Ed’s eyes grew wide as he watched Harrington pull a huge anal plug out of the box at his feet. There was NO FUCKING WAY they were putting that thing in him. Sure, they had used toys on him before, and some of them had felt pretty good, but nothing anywhere near this big. It looked to be almost ten inches long, although part of that was the base. But it wasn’t the length so much as the width of it that was causing such trepidation. The widest part looked to him to be almost twice the diameter of the biggest cock he’d even had in him. After it flared, it dropped off far too sharply, not tapered for removal like they usually were, and Ed was left wondering, after they got it in him, which they would, no matter how much it hurt, getting it back OUT would be the hard part.
‘And I thought I was sore now,’ Ed mused with a small smirk. ‘Tomorrow’s gonna be a real bitch. Well, bring it on, as they say. I can handle it. I’ll get through this. I’ll get out, get home, see Al. And I’ll find Roy and bring him home with me. I’m not going anywhere without him.’
Unbeknownst to Edward, Harrington had caught the small smile on Ed’s face, but the smile quickly faded as he heard the man proceed to tell the others what a good little slut the little Blondie was, and how badly he wanted his new toy up his ass.
The other men laughed, and gathered around Ed, pressing his stomach flat into the ground, his cheek pressed against the concrete floor, multiple sets of hands roaming over his back, legs and ass. His thighs were parted, and Ed felt someone moving in between them, more hands spreading him open, then slick fingers prodding at his entrance.
‘Come on you fuck, this is gonna hurt like a bitch, no matter how much time you take to prep my ass. So just hurry up and get it over with already!’ Ed grit his teeth and tried to force his muscles to relax.
Ed twitched slightly as fingers invaded his body, thrusting, twisting, stretching. Before long he was moaning softly, clenching the muscles in his ass around those fingers as they sought out and stroked his prostate. He hated it that it felt so good, when he was being caressed gently, rather than the rough penetration that occurred so often, he had almost grown used to it.
Then the fingers were removed, and Ed knew what was coming next. Hell, it would probably go easier if one of them just fucked him first, but he had a feeling that wasn’t going to happen; they were all excited about this new hunk of plastic and rubber for some reason. He fought back panic, forced his body to relax, to allow himself to loosen.
Harrington smeared some extra lube on the probe, then began to slowly slide it in. It was only in halfway when the boy beneath him began to whimper softly. He took some pity, -the thing WAS rather big- and began thrusting it slowly in and out, each thrust carrying it a bit deeper. Edward’s cries of pain were now interspersed with low moans of pleasure, and finally a piercing shriek of pain as Harrington lost patience and shoved the last few inches into the small body with one sharp push.
Edward couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, knew nothing but the pain. It felt like he had been ripped open, he wouldn’t be surprised If he was bleeding. He heard the men talking above him, but couldn’t hear the works, only meaningless sounds. He felt someone touching the base of the object inside of him, pushing some switch, and suddenly his entire world exploded in a flash of light. The thing inside him was vibrating, a slight humming sound barely audible over his own moans of severe pain and instance pleasure.
He let out a shocked cry when a foot made contact with his ribs, then wedged itself under his chest, forcing him to flip onto his back, completely exposed.
His cock was hard, and lay heavy against the muscles of his stomach. Ed longed for contact, but he knew that was not allowed, he was never allowed to touch himself for any reason, to do so would just end up in him getting hurt, and not being allowed to come.
“Feel good, sweetie?” a familiar female voice called. Ed didn’t have to look up to know who it was. “Hey boys, why don’t you all make him pretty for the camera, hmmm?”
‘You have GOT to be fucking kidding me’ Ed thought, realizing that the men standing over him now had their arousals in hand and were jacking off while leering at him. He knew what would happen next, to he just closed his eyes and concentrated on the feeling inside of him. He wanted desperately to come, and was on the verge of flipping back over to rub his dick against the floor for much-needed friction when one of the men gave a strangled cry as he came, ejaculating on Ed’s chest. It wasn’t long after that that all the men were crying out in their own release, most of them aiming at his face, others, like the first, on his chest and abdomen, literally coating his body with their semen. It was the last man to come who triggered Ed’s own orgasm. Ed had a feeling that it had been Harrington who had ejaculated on his balls and cock, Ed having been wound so tight that the pressure of the stream of warm liquid had been enough to send him over the precipice, his face screwing up and body arching high off the ground as his own cum was added to that which already thick layer of white on his stomach.
“Oh, man, Red, tell me you got that. That was fucking awesome! Little whore, you loved that, didn’t you?”
Ed stared expressionlessly at the ceiling, ignoring the chattering of the men as well as the She and the men began talking as they tucked themselves back in and went to get back to doing whatever it was that they did when they weren’t fucking him. Before long Edward realized that they had all just left him there, lying on the floor, covered in slowly drying semen with the vibrator still going inside of him. He really wanted that thing out, the pleasure was gone, in its place a dull pain, and his side was aching from where he had been kicked. He desperately needed to sleep, whether he was cleaned up first or not didn’t really matter. He could have pulled it out on his own, but he was terrified of what punishment they might inflict upon him if he did so without permission. It was so tempting to draw an array in the viscous fluid coating him, but he knew that, although he couldn’t see anyone, he was almost certainly being watched. He really did want to keep his remaining hand, knew that these people didn’t make idle threats. He was always being watched.
Chapter Five
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three