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Yusuf/Nicolo - dark AU - Prince Nicolo is the spoils of war to King Yusuf (non-con) (1/3)
Date: 2021-01-20 02:58 am (UTC)So, um, yeah. This is where my brain went when I read all of the Nicolo/Yusuf spoils of war, gifting of Nicolo prompts... it honestly feels like this story is an amalgamation of little things from all the prompts, but I'm just going to link the first one that sparked my imagination.
I didn't mean to make it all from Nicolo's perspective either. So, if anybody feels inspired by this fic and wants to either continue it or write the whole thing from King Yusuf's perspective I would love that because I have tried to write more and keep coming up with nothing.
also, this in theory is a really dark, noncon subject(gifting people/marrying them off to people they didn't choose)... but turns out I have a hard time writing my immortal battle husbands as non con and this (i think) reads as more dubcon (ie the prophecy, and how much Nicolo is just kinda vibin...). But, I'm keeping the noncon warning in the title because of how Nicolo actually has no choice in the whole matter...
Anybody expecting angst from this prompt will probably not enjoy the smut that is written below! But, if you are wanting smut, I really hope you enjoy the fill below.
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Prince Nicolo is not surprised by the events unfolding around him. The dark smoke of war has been steadily growing on the horizon for the past few weeks. When the armies finally arrived at their walls, he knew his country's own small forces had no chance of victory against both King Yusuf’s already impressive army and the additional help from a fierce clan of female warriors, who had up until now remained neutral in their cold war standoff. With the election of the fierce Andromache to leader of the clan, they had apparently decided to take sides in the land feud and had chosen against Prince Nicolo’s small kingdom, Genoa.
As the camps were built outside of the fortified capitol neither his father, nor he, could justify the needless loss of life of their people for a battle they knew they could not win.
So, his father had ridden off to King Yusuf’s encampment, white flag raised with a small group of his trusted knights to negotiate the terms of the surrender.
The terms King Yusuf demanded in exchange for the promise of safety for their people was no small price. Of course, the royal family would be stripped of all titles. A new Lord chosen by the king and the warriors would be installed to begin the political transition. There was also the gifting of money, jewels, and... the only heir, Prince Nicolo.
Prince Nicolo could tell his father’s heart was heavy when he returned from those negotiations. He knows it couldn’t have been easy to gift his only son to the king of a conquering army. But, Prince Nicolo has been taught from birth the importance of serving his subjects. This was his duty to them, to his kingdom and he would do his best to bear it with grace and dignity.
Finally the day he was to leave for his new life arrived. First, he had been washed and adorned with oils and jewels, both ears now pierced along with his nipples. There were silver bracelets locked around his wrists and delicate gold chains around his ankles. All conditions of the surrender.
Soon, though, he finds himself walking down to the front gates to meet his father. He hates that he must see him like this, but his presence to the exchange is also conditional to the surrendering terms. They hug one another one last time and tell the other how much they love the other right before the thundering hooves of the envoy can be heard.
Two women on horseback lead the team. Dark haired warriors, they look as beautiful as they are fierce.
“Good to see you again, sir.” One of the women says as her horse prances to a stop.
“Andromache.” Nicolo’s father greets her, bowing his head down for a few seconds.
“And, this must be Nicolo.” She says looking down at him.
Her companion laughs. “I can see now why Yusuf wants him.”
These words cause Nicolo’s entire body to flush. He is still a virgin.
A prophecy spoken when he was born said that the person he was meant to spend his life with would arrive by his 18th birthday, the birthday he was to celebrate the following month. Another reason he is not totally surprised by the events unfolding around him.
He has kept himself pure his entire life. Stopping himself from engaging in sexual acts with others and also with himself. He wanted it to be a special moment between him and whoever he was fated for, wanted to experience all of his firsts with them, only. This was not exactly how he imagined the prophecy unfolding when he had thought about it as a young boy.
A large carriage pulls up behind the women. Two attendants jumping down to gather the waiting chests. In no time, it has all been loaded.
Nicolo watches distantly as the last chest is strapped down. He steps forward thinking he is going to ride in the carriage to meet his new master. But, it seems the attendants aren’t done. They open the carriage and pull out their own chest. He can’t reason why, they were not getting anything in return. The chest is beautiful though. It is taller than it is wide and probably comes to about his belly button. Bright gold with intricate patterns inlaid into the soft metal. Jewels sparkle out even on this overcast afternoon.
Opening the chest, the attendants began to pull out chains and rope. He stops in his tracks just a few feet from these men, from this box. They begin walking toward him and he wants to run, to beg to stay. But, he squares his shoulders and instead prepares himself for the servitude of his birthright.
One of the attendants fastens a silver collar around his neck that he locks on with a small padlock. The other has come behind him and caught his wrists wrapping them quickly together before tying them off with rope. He is gently pushed to his knees. Chains are wrapped around him so that his ankles are connected to his thighs, his thighs connected to his chest and his bound arms connected to his back. He has been folded up into a neat little package. When they finish locking everything on him with more of the small padlocks, the attendants pick him up and start moving him toward the chest.
Nicolo begins to squirm when he realizes they mean to put him in there. He is literally to be opened like a present for the king. He obviously doesn’t have much say in the matter either when they easily maneuver him into the box, sitting him down with his ass and feet first so that he is sitting upright on them, his chin able to rest on his knees. He is thankful that the bottom of the box has a plush pillow to help make his new prison a little more comfortable, but that is where the hospitality ends. Within the box there are inlaid metal rings that the attendants run rope through before tying it to his chains, pulling the rope tight to keep him from jostling all over the place. They even connect rope from rings in the chest to those hanging from his new collar.
For the final piece of his new outfit they pull a leather harness onto his head with straps criss crossing over his face, under his eyes and jaw, and up to the crown of his head. It has a panel that has a large ball on one side, too, that he is slowly beginning to realize is meant to go in his mouth. In his first act of resistance he clamps his mouth shut, but the attendant just holds his nose until he must breath again allowing the ball to be pushed home. From the flat and simple panel on the other side, you wouldn’t know he was so thoroughly gagged. As they tighten the harness under his jaw, it silences his ability to speak even more. He attempts to voice his protests but the muffled sounds are unintelligible to even his ears. Like everything else, the top of the harness has a ring they are now threading the last of the rope through. Bringing the top of the chest down, he can feel them pull the rope through a ring on it. He tries to muffle another protest as the top is closed, throwing him into darkness. Then through some pulley system outside the box, this rope connected to his head harness is also pulled taut so that even his head is stuck in an upright and rigid, unmovable position.
He can then feel the chest being lifted and placed back in the carriage.
It has all happened so fast, it couldn’t have been more than five minutes. Now with the flurry of movement over, he actually has a chance to realize how ridiculously tightly he has been tied. He can move his fingers and toes and he can blink his eyes. But, with the chains connecting his limbs together and those chains being held in place by the rope in front, behind, to his left and right, he is barely able to even twist in his new cage. It sends an odd sensation toward his sex, an ache he has never really felt before except when he had thought about his life with that prophecized person. A warm feeling is pooling in his gut as he tries to ease this ache but none of the limited ways he can move his body do anything but make it worse.
He has never been one to be claustrophobic or scared of the dark and he is thankful for both of those things at the moment as he is yelling out stifled screams just from the indignation of it all.
Throughout the entire journey he is forced to keep this rigid posture or the rope connecting the head harness begins pulling into him, pushing the gag even further into his sore mouth. So, he can’t even rest on the way to his fate having to keep his muscles tensed and posture upright to avoid the strain. He wonders if this is being done to help him get used to being confined to the rigid limitations his new life will be full of.
It feels like hours have passed before he notices the carriage come to a stop. It is a few minutes later before the chest is lifted and carried a short distance. But even now, he is left waiting. His body getting progressively more sore and tired, the ache in his groin growing more noticeable the more time has passed.
Blessedly, not much time later he feels the first sign that he might be done with this cursed prison, the loosening hold of the rope connected to his head. He suppresses a moan as the top of the chest is slowly opened. He squints his eyes at this sudden intrusion of light after so many hours in complete darkness.
Looking up when his eyes have fully adjusted he is met with the beaming face of, an albeit, beautiful man. A well trimmed beard sits upon a sharp jaw. His warm brown eyes and incredible smile cause the back of Nicolo’s head to start to tingle before the feeling moves all the way down his spine. The perfectly groomed puff of curls on his head give him an almost boyish, youthful presence. He had known King Yusuf was a young ruler, but he hadn’t expected his new owner to cause him to blush at the first sight of him.
“Mmf mmmmff.” He is just pushing sounds out of the gag now knowing nobody will be able to understand him.
“Oh Prince Nicolo you are even more beautiful in person. I have seen portraits, but they do not do justice to those striking eyes.” He brings his hand down to cup Nicolo’s face. “Let’s get you out of this box so I can look at you properly.” His eyes twinkle with mischief and amusement, like Nicolo is a shiny new toy for him to play with.
Re: Yusuf/Nicolo - dark AU - Prince Nicolo is the spoils of war to King Yusuf (non-con) (2/3)
Date: 2021-01-20 03:01 am (UTC)Before they have a chance to make progress on the chains holding him in place, the king snaps his fingers before saying, “You are dismissed.”
They leave immediately and without even a look back. From his limited sight line, Nicolo begins taking in his surroundings. He is currently located in an opulent tent. The cloth walls a deep shade of red with intricate gold detailing along the top. From the corner of his eye he can make out a plush bedroll with large pillows surrounding it. Simple candle light lanterns seem to be the only lighting in the place making him realize he was in that chest for much longer than he thought.
He begins to shift in his bindings as he feels the man’s hands trail light lines up and down his spine.
“Hmm I don’t think we have ever been formally introduced. I am King Yusuf ibn Ibrahim al-Tayyib al-Kaysani and you now belong to me.” He presses a light kiss to the top of Nicolo’s spine.
Nicolo moans and again tries to shift in his chains. In response a strong hand grasps at one of his ass cheeks, kneading it as the king moans back at him.
“We are going to have such fun together, my little kitten.” He purrs as he lets his body fold over Nicolo’s. “But there will be some rules that I need you to follow, yes?” He has now moved to sit on his knees directly in front of him.
“The first and one of the most important: You are not to speak freely unless I have willed it. And, when you do speak, you will address me as your master. Shake your head if you understand.”
Nicolo nods as he stares wet eyes up at this man. His new master. His owner.
“Good, so I can take this harness off your beautiful face?” He has grasped Nicolo’s chin looking at him with a penetrating stare. Nicolo does his best to nod again in the hold.
Fishing a chain from under his shirt, he pulls it over his head. It holds a set of keys. Choosing one he unlocks the small padlock he hadn’t seen the attendants add to this part of his outfit.
Pulling the leather off of his face and the large ball from between his lips, Nicolo can’t help the gratified moan that escapes him. He feels his face flush from the lewd display of receiving pleasure just from that simple action.
King Yusuf just laughs at his embarrassment as he looks fondly at him. “Now, what do you say when I grant you such sweet reprieve?” He asks with a wolffish smile.
Nicolo thinks he knows what he wants him to say, but he is having a hard time either finding his words or being ready to drop this low. King Yusuf’s smile fades quickly at his continued silence. “You do not want to anger me, kitten. So, what will you say?”
“Thank you, master.” Nicolo watches a shudder of pleasure pass through the man above him.
“Good boy.” He says in a low husky voice that makes Nicolo turn a deep shade of red. He pulls his eyes to the ground and begins to gnaw at his lower lip.
“None of that now.” He taps his lips. “If you need something to do with that delectable looking mouth of yours, I have some ideas. That is another rule to keep in mind. You belong to me now. Your body belongs to me. And, I do not like it when something that belongs to me is damaged.” Nicolo whimpers at this new understanding.
He wants to speak, but does not wish to anger this man so early into their new relationship of master and property.
“Master?” He says in a small voice. He is hoping adopting this colloquialism early might endear him to the king.
His chest puffs at the moniker and Nicolo can see he has pleased him with this.
“What is it kitten? You may speak freely at the moment.”
“Master, I was wondering if you had ever heard of the prophecy spoken when I was born?” Nicolo has no way of knowing if this type of knowledge is known outside his small kingdom.
King Yusuf lets out a rumble low in his chest, “You are wondering if I know that you have kept your purity? And, that perhaps this was always destined to happen?”
“Yes, master.” Nicolo turns his eyes down as his body burns with that idea.
The king pets slow strokes on his head. “Do not worry, I will take care of you. And, I promise not to hurt you if you do not test my patience or blatantly defy me.” His voice is a resounding wave of power that ripples through Nicolo’s chest.
He lets out a relieved sigh. “Thank you. Thank you master.”
“And, I have such faith in you. You are already doing so well. You are a gem to your people Prince Nicolo. Your sacrifice will not be in vain, always know that.” He has come to cup Nicolo’s cheek again. He nuzzles into the soft touch almost unconsciously.
“Now let’s get the rest of these bindings off you.”
Unlocking the chains with more of the keys from around his neck, Nicolo tries to unfold his body. He is stopped as his muscles twinge and cramp. A pathetic sound falling from his mouth.
Without a word, King Yusuf gathers him in his arms and carries him to the plush bedroll. Placing him down he begins to massage the muscles of his calves, thighs, arms, shoulders, and neck. He stops only for a moment to play with the new piercings on his nipples as he works his way up. Nicky moans and shakes when he does. It causes King Yusuf to coo in his ear, eliciting goosebumps to coat the skin where his fingers knead into him.
Once he is finally unfolded and his muscles aren’t yelling out at him, King Yusuf sits up and rakes his eyes up and down him. The rope binding his hands behind his back is still present. But, he wishes that they were free so he could move his hands to cover himself as he now lay shamelessly bare. Instead he scrunches his knees up, pressing his thighs together.
“No, no. My pet. This will be another rule you must follow. You will not be allowed to hide your beautiful body from me.” He pushes his knees back down and sits his own between Nicolo’s thighs. He is now spread helplessly wide and more exposed than he was before. “And, you do not want me to have to restrain you again so soon.”
Nicolo doesn’t totally understand why, but the way he is being touched and talked to has made his cock begin to ache again between his legs. It is an overwhelming feeling that grows up his body and sits heavy in his chest. He feels possessed as he jerkily thrusts his hips up once. His mouth parts with a breathy gasp as he stares up with confusion into King Yusuf’s eyes. He watches him shudder in pleasure again at his display.
“Or, maybe you do.” Keeping one hand light on his hip, he removes one of his knees from between Nicolo’s legs. He slides his body down so that he is laying on his side beside Nicolo, one leg on top of Nicolo’s thigh. He is using one of his arms, folded at the elbow, keeping him lifted enough to see Nicolo’s whole body.
Yusuf begins tracing his fingers up and down Nicolo’s inner thighs then up along his hip bones and stomach. He hasn’t yet touched his sex, but it has grown to its full hardness even with only these light touches. Nicolo has squeezed his eyes shut as his body responds to these new feelings by bucking his hips up more and more as he begins panting and fighting lightly against the weight of Yusuf’s leg holding him down.
“Oh, kitten. You are perfect. Your body already knows how to respond to me so well.” He whispers in his ear as he nibbles at Nicolo’s earlobe before letting his mouth wander down his neck, above and below his metal collar. “You were made for me.” He lets his long nimble fingers begin running light lines up and down his cock. Eventually he encircles it with the whole of his warm hand. Tears are prickling at the sides of his closed eyes as he bucks up into this hold. Nicolo only knows pleasure at the moment. Tiny gasps and moans are escaping unbidden from his writhing body. The heavy weight of Yusuf’s leg trapping one of his, the feeling of his lips kissing and biting down his neck, that firm hold on his cock that has started pumping to his unconscious thrusts. It’s a feeling growing up his spine and chest that he has never felt before. And, once it reaches the base of his head it explodes and rips through him. He wails as his body begins to convulse in a pleasure he has never experienced in his life.
Once he floats back down from that high, he notices all of the movements on his body have stopped. He opens his eyes to see the king staring down at him. A strange half smile on his lips as he looks at his belly. Following his sightline Nicolo sees and feels the warm spend on his stomach. His eyes widen in fear that he has done something wrong, somehow proving himself an unworthy gift in exchange for the King's withdrawal.
“Perfect.” Yusuf says quietly, almost to himself as he brings the hand that is around his softening cock up to his release. He runs two fingers through it before bringing them up to Nicolo’s still parted and panting mouth.
He isn’t sure how he knows but he knows that Yusuf wants him to take those fingers into his mouth. He darts his tongue out as the fingers press in. The thick liquid is bitter and odd but the look of utter reverence on the king's face makes him lick and suck all of it off his fingers. He can feel the ache already forming between his legs again. Whimpering into the fingers in his mouth he gives into the need to jerk his hips up again in search of relief. Somehow sucking on the fingers in his mouth makes this feeling both better and worse.
“Oh, Nicolo. You are going to be the perfect little whore for me.”
Nicolo opens his mouth to answer, the fingers in his mouth making the “Yes, master.” He tries to say almost unintelligible. But, the smile that spreads on Yusuf’s face tells him he has been understood.
He removes his fingers from his mouth, reaching behind him. He has grabbed a soft cloth that he uses to clean the rest of his spend off of him.
“Was that your first orgasm, kitten?”
Blushing deeply. “Yes, master. I have been saving myself... All of myself.”
“So, you’ve never been kissed either?”
Nicolo shakes his head gently against the ground. “No, master.”
Yusuf growls playfully and dips his head back down to Nicolo’s neck. Whispering into his ear, “Mine, mine. All mine.”
His hand runs up his chest. He grips one of the rings in his pierced nipples and gives a small tug. Nicolo gasps at the sudden feeling of both pain and pleasure. His mind racing as he is engulfed by the new feelings he is being taught his body is capable of.
“Those noises are mine.” King Yusuf says as he tugs at the other nipple, eliciting another gasp. “This cock is mine.” He moves his hand down to stroke at the half hard member. “These lips are mine.” Ever so lightly he lets his closed lips drop on top of Nicolo’s.
It feels like electric shock shoots into him at this new connection. Nicolo lets his own lips part to moan into this new sensation. The king’s tongue darts into his open mouth in an unexpected twist. Licking into him, Nicolo can only moan again and buck under the hand that is still playing with his cock.
“I will have you tonight.” King Yusuf says in a low, husky voice that sends a shiver down Nicolo’s spine. He can’t help but whimper and be a little afraid. He has not yet seen his new master’s cock, but he has felt it rubbing against his hip since his orgasm. It does not feel small.
“Do not be afraid, kitten. I will take my time with you.” Yusuf lets his hand wander further down, lightly caressing his balls, before circling a finger on the untouched hole.
“Ah, master.” Nicolo cries out at this new sensation. Thrusting down toward the finger. “P-please.”
“Tell me, Nicolo. Tell me what you need.” Yusuf is now running his fingers along that space between his balls and hole. It is causing the back of his head to buzz, it is becoming louder than his thoughts. He doesn’t know what he wants, he just wants.
A sob escapes his mouth as he cries, “I d-don’t know. I-I just need…” He sucks in a deep, stuttering breath as the finger once more teases along his hole. “M-master, you. Please.” He can’t think. It feels as if those are the only words he remembers how to say, and even those won’t be staying around for too long. He is just a writhing mess, his body now covered in a sheen of sweat from the exertion of just feeling.
“Shh...shh. I’ve got you.”
Re: Yusuf/Nicolo - dark AU - Prince Nicolo is the spoils of war to King Yusuf (non-con) (3/3)
Date: 2021-01-20 03:01 am (UTC)He comes to sit in front of Nicolo on his knees, placing the container open beside him. Pressing his hands to both of Nicolo’s knees, he spreads them wide apart so that he can move his body between them. Nicolo watches King Yusuf lick his lips as he stares down into his most intimate places. Nicolo can’t help but gulp at the sight.
Yusuf must notice his refound uncertainty. Bringing his head down he places light kisses along Nicolo’s inner thighs. “Relax, kitten.” More kisses are dusted along his thighs. “Lay back for me, let me take care of you.”
He dips one finger into the oil and begins to gently rub it around his tight hole again. This feels different than before in that it is much slicker, the oil removing some of the friction. But, Nicolo finds himself wanting to move his body closer to the touch just like before.
Yusuf takes the finger away and Nicolo has moved beyond all pretense of being embarrassed anymore in his new found quest for pleasure. He whimpers pitifully as he thrusts his hips toward nothing. King Yusuf just chuckles as he adds more oil onto the same finger and now his thumb. “That’s my desperate little slut. Don’t worry, I plan on filling you up so full tonight.” He brings his fingers back to him, now his thumb circling around his entrance. Nicolo thrusts his body down to it, his mouth parted as he lays his head back. “I am going to keep you full always, too.” He pushes his thumb in and Nicolo’s back arches on the pillows as a loud moan is pushed from his lungs. “Is that what you want my little slut?”
The ache between his legs is back ten-fold as he nods at King Yusuf. He isn’t quite sure what he means, but if it makes him feel as good as this then he can’t help but agree. “Yes, yes master. Please keep me full.”
Yusuf brings his mouth down and runs a long line down Nicolo’s hardened cock with his tongue. “Well, since you asked so nicely.” He lets out another laugh. He pushes his thumb just a little further in and Nicolo can tell he is enjoying the show he is putting on. “Ride my thumb, little whore. Go on, show your new master how good you are going to be for me.”
Yusuf has taken hold of one of his hips and pulls it down so that he is forced to take more of the thumb. The stretch burns for just a moment before he feels Yusuf massaging at his walls. The hand pushes his hip back up and Nicolo realizes what he wants him to do.
Getting as much leverage as he can under his legs and back he begins to slowly push himself up and down on King Yusuf’s finger. With each downward thrust he can feel it being pushed just a little further in than the last time.
With the other finger he coated in the slick oil he has been rubbing circles around his entrance that make Nicolo feel mad with need.
“M-more. I need more.” He moans out.
Yusuf smirks as he slips the second finger in
“Ah. Ah.” Nicolo’s mouth has fallen open, giving up any attempt to communicate anything other than the pleasure he feels. His eyes are squeezed shut as he tries to clamp his muscles around the two fingers. He knows that Yusuf’s touch had sent him over the edge before and he feels so close to that edge again. Unthinking he wraps his hand around his cock to give it something to hump into.
“No!” King Yusuf commands below him before he slaps his ass hard enough to raise color on it. Nicolo’s eyes fly open startled as Yusuf’s hand comes up to remove his hand from around his cock.
Nicolo whimpers as he stares down at him.
“Like, I said. This cock belongs to me. I decide when it gets touched and by who. You must always ask my permission first. And, you are never to come unless I want you to. Do you understand?” His voice has lost its sharpened edge as he massages the warm walls around his fingers.
Nicolo’s eyes roll up in pleasure as he nods his head. “Yes, master.” he whimpers.
“Good boy.” He coos. “My good needy kitten.” He picks up the glass jar and pours more oil on top of the already slick hole. “Now, keep going, keep fucking yourself on my hand.”
It goes like this for a while. Yusuf letting Nicolo be in charge of the pace. Making him beg for more fingers, to feel more full as he slicks up his hole with more and more oil until he feels an almost overwhelming wetness between his legs. Like he will never be dry down there again. He is glad that Yusuf is letting him be in charge for the first time. He wants more, he needs more, but it always takes him just a little bit of time to readjust to the new feeling of more fingers, of more fullness. It only takes a few minutes though before he is once more bucking into his hand and feels himself lose more and more control. It especially doesn't help when Yusuf’s finger’s keep finding a spot deep inside him that sends fireworks bursting into the back of his vision.
He loves it. He can’t explain why or how or what, but he feels like his body was meant to take whatever King Yusuf gives him.
Once he has worked a fourth finger inside his tight hole, Nicolo watches Yusuf pull his own cock free. His eyes open up wide as he takes in the size and girth. It makes his mouth water and heart beat pick up even more than it already was.
“Please.” He whispers out as he impales himself as deeply as ever on the intruding digits. Suddenly, they aren’t enough anymore. Suddenly, he is cock-mad and desperate for his master’s perfect length.
Yusuf can see the change in his countenance. He grins up at him with a playful but predatory look. “Are you ready for my cock, kitten?”
“Yes, master. Please. Please, I need your cock.” Nicolo is now riding the fingers as hard as he has all night. Panting, open mouthed as he works a sweat up on his body. He feels it flush not only from the quickened movements but also from a new found need.
Pouring a very generous amount of oil on his cock, Yusuf slowly withdraws his fingers. Nicolo feels emptier than he has in his entire life as he lets out a strangled mewling sound. His brain calls out for his body to be filled. He feels his body being flipped around so that he is now on his hands and knees. The feeling of King Yusuf’s cock against his wet hole answers that need.
Slowly, ever so slowly he begins to push it into him.
“Kitten.” Yusuf says, his voice now sounding just as wrecked as Nicolo’s. “I want you to push me into you as slowly as you need. You can take me, you can take all of me. Your body was meant for me. Now, be a good kitten for your master, a good whore.” He has draped his body over him, and is whispering these filthy things into his ears. And, Nicolo’s body obeys.
Slowly, ever so slowly he pushes his twitching hole around Yusuf’s pulsing cock. When he has finally fully sheathed it within himself, when he can feel the warm heat of Yusuf’s balls and pelvis against his ass, he begins to sob. It feels so good, so good his mind can barely comprehend it. He can’t think anymore, doesn’t want to be in control of this feeling anymore. He needs his master to make all of this make sense.
“Shh...shhh. I’ve got you Nicolo.” It's either he can read his thoughts, or Nicolo has accidentally just said all of those words out loud. But, when Yusuf wraps his hand around his aching cock and whispers, “Just let go, I’ve got you. Just let go.” Nicolo comes so hard his entire body is convulsing in wave after wave of pleasure, the only thing keeping him from collapsing completely are Yusuf’s strong arms and hands holding him up.
He knows that Yusuf has started to pump in and out of him slowly as he continues to shoot more and more come out of his cock. But, after that he knows no more. Giving into the pleasure, ready to spend the rest of his life servicing this cock, servicing this man until his brains dribble from his ears. Until the only words he knows are “Yes... master…. Please.”
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Date: 2021-01-20 12:23 pm (UTC)Oh my god!! I more than enjoyed this!! Pretty sure my brain has melted!! Thank you, anon, for writing this!!
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