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Grian's first thought is that a mob has come over from Scar's base when he hears the scuffing noises. He pauses, letting the weight of his axe swing down onto the dirt and listens.
A breeze picks up. The branches sigh overhead. In the distance a bird cackles and the faint sound of water drifts from some far stream. It's a peaceful afternoon. No mobs. Nothing.
Grian hefts the axe again and goes back to work, now keeping half an ear in case he missed a creeper. Over the thunk of his axe on the tree its hard to hear anything but he really doesn't want to get blown up.
He hears something again and stops, this time keeping one hand just below the head of the axe so it stays ready to swing. There's a flock of birds winging up now, startled up by something. He waits, looking in that direction. After a second something scuffs to his left. Turning his head he can't see anything.
He steps back. There’s another step, this one right behind him and then he hears the low sound of a chuckle in his ear seconds before something huge wraps around him. He locks his knees as the weight bears down, and tries to get an arm free but he’s just forced to his knees, half bent forward. His hands are still clutching onto the axe shaft, white knuckled.
"Drop it pretty bird" Doc says, amused and low. Grian turns his head to the side, back forced into a curve as he tries to get a look at the man shoving him into the ground. Doc responds by hooking a boot in front of Grian’s knee and kicking back, neatly tipping Grian’s weight off his legs as Doc's hand on one shoulder shoves him down. The other pulls the weapon out of Grian's suddenly loose hands. Then he's pinned again, metal hand between his shoulder blades and other in his field of view, the axe tossed out of reach.
Grian feels his stomach swoop at the sudden attack, heart hammering so hard he can feel it in his teeth. He’s speechless, not sure how to respond. While he comes to terms with everything happening he hears the sounds of other people entering the clearing.
Cleo's voice is the first he hears, amused and a little disapproving
"Thought you said he would put up more of a fight than that"
"Hey!" Grian protests , trying not to eat the grass he's getting shoved into.
"Birdie here must be needing it bad" Doc rumbles above him. "He probably wanted us to catch him."
Grian tries to shove up, bracing his legs to try and move the weight pinning him down. It only succeeds in making him aware of how much Doc outweighs him when the larger man elects to simply put a knee on the back of Grian's thigh, holding him still at another point. Cleo laughs, soft and dangerous.
"Look at him struggle, its cute. Don't tease him Doc or he'll wear himself out. Try and keep him settled."
"Do you want to take over?" Doc sounds annoyed. "I've got him plenty settled."
Grian spits out some leaves and tries again to contribute to the conversation. "Let me up" he snaps.
"Say please" Cleo says, now walking up next to him so he can see her boots. He closes his eyes, ignoring the rush her words raise in him and makes another attempt to struggle. He barely even moves Doc and this time both of them laugh at him. He's panting by the time he stops. Cleo crouches down and puts a hand against his hair. His hands are still free, he tries to shove her away and she simply pins his wrist, removing yet another remaining limb from his control, before doing what she was going to do to him anyway.
"Don't hurt yourself baby. That's our job." she lowers her voice like she's sharing a secret as she strokes his hair "Besides, there's a lot of us out here. Better save your strength."
Grian swallows, arousal and fear rising in equal measure at her words. He hears the other people shift, still not speaking and Grian feels heat as he thinks about what it looks like: him underneath Doc while Cleo pets him like a captured animal. Writhing under the weight of the larger man. It’s a familiar position, even if the dangerous tone of Cleo’s voice promises more than just a good fuck.
"Thought you said there was gonna be a chase dude" That’s Ren, Grian tries to twist his head to look and gets his face manhandled down so he can’t see. "If he's just gonna lie there I vote we just pass him around and go home."
"Have a little patience." Cleo says. "We're just getting started. Wanted to make sure our birds nice and flighty when we let him go"
"Do we need to do anything else first?"
False's voice. How many of them are out there? Grian is panting harder, almost too fast to speak if he even tried. His words are locked away right now though, pinned like him: helpless and reeling.
"I don’t think so. We’re all here." Doc shifts his weight as he talks. "We could fuck him now and set him to run if we wanted to get him messy first."
"Ugh. Not my scene." False sounds disgusted and Grian feels another pulse of shame, both at her tone and the way that they’re all talking over and around him. Once again he tries to speak and Doc’s hand shifts to the back of his neck, squeezing a warning. He shuts up and listens as Cleo responds to False’s disdain with a cheerful tone.
"Well then dear Falsie, if you want him clean you have to get him first"
Ren growls at Cleo's words, almost at the same time as False's acknowledging hum. The hunger in the air is almost tangible, Grian squirms and tries clawing at the ground for purchase, hoping to pull away. He gets nowhere. Cleo's hand in his hair turns tight.
"Oh he liked that." Cleo smirks down at him. He pants, scalp burning and neck twisted to try and loosen her grip.
"Eager thing." Doc purrs,
Grian was struggling to track all the voices, bouncing off each other as they chatted over him like he was a minigame they were planning for. Another shiver went down his spine as he realized that he was just a minigame they were planning for right now. A small hysterical giggle bubbles up behind his teeth before he forces it down.
"So pesky bird." Doc says conversationally, Cleo releasing his hair as Doc talks. "We needed a toy for our new game and I think you'll be just the thing. I'm going to let you up and you're going to run as far and as fast as you can."
"Doc, please" Grian wheezed. Doc hummed and squeezed his neck.
"We can just pin you and fuck you right here if that's what you're begging for. " his mouth lowered to Grian's ear, breath puffing his hair. "But I think you want us to chase you down, little birdie." Grian swallows again, closing his eyes and tamping down the mix of shame and lust rolling through him. His attempt to control himself proves useless when Doc slides a hand to move his shirt off his shoulder and bites down, sinking sharp teeth into the meat of his neck. Grian yells, kicking and struggling all over again at the sudden shock of pain.
"Well." False hums "Now that's a good noise"
"Careful Doc" Ren's voice was deeper and rougher now. "You said you would share."
The pain ebbed from sharp stabbing to an aching warmth as Doc removed his teeth and sat back, still keeping pressure on Grian. He could feel the tickling line of blood working it's way from where the skin was broken. Doc had bit him. Doc had bit him hard enough to draw blood, without notice and without any apology.
"Just a little incentive. Make sure our birdie doesn't think we're going to play nice."
They’re really going to hurt him, he realizes with a swoop in his stomach. The blood tickles as it works its way down his neck. He feels an odd calm wash through him.
They’re really going to hurt him. He thinks about Ren’s teeth, Doc’s strength, the way that False handles herself in a fight. He’s outmatched in every level.
"Okay." Cleo says, clapping her hands. "I’m the referee tonight let me lay out some ground rules. We’re gonna let this little bird go and try to catch him, one at a time. Once caught the hunter gets to play as long as they want but you only get one orgasm of your own before you let him go for the next. Don't interfere with anyone else’s scene, but dirty talk is not considered interference. You can talk all you want as long as you don’t touch.”
“We want him to keep running so try and pace yourself, keep him mobile as long as we can. After each fuck he gets a five minute run time and then the hunt starts again. Everyone gets a turn before going back for seconds. If he doesn't move during the five, it's considered a free-for-all. Any questions? "
The hunters didn't have any questions. Grian had quite a few but he didn't think that anyone would answer them.
" Alright.” His head was still pinned at the back of his neck but it sounded like Cleo had stepped closer to Grian and Doc. “Grian you get ten minutes to start the run, since we're so nice. Sic ‘em boy."
With that the weight pulled off his back. Grian immediately flipped himself over, scrambling back and away. Ren, False, Cleo and Doc. All staring down at where he was lying, disheveled and cringing against the dirt. Their eyes were glued onto him, Cleo chuckling when she saw the tent he was sporting in his jeans. He took the second to catch his breath.
"I don't suppose I could convince you—" Grian starts, a little breathless already. Ren steps to the side, already more than half wolf and starts to crouch. "Run" he growls.
Grian runs.
His mind races as he rushes through the woods, his body buzzing with adrenaline. Everything feels sharper, clearer. More.
He's not going to outrun them, that's not what the game is anyway. The most he can probably do to actually get away would be to hide, but with Ren on the field and his neck bleeding that won't get him very far. If he had a weapon that might change things but all his gear is back in the clearing. All he has is a t-shirt, jeans and his own body.
He can't hear anything over his own breathing and the sound of breaking branches, so he can’t tell if the pursuit has started yer. Cleo said ten minutes? Ten minutes to run isn’t enough time at all. And he doesn’t know what gear any of them have, what they might have to restrain him. He keeps moving, steadily loping as he thinks. Thinks too long probably, because he hears noise from behind him, a howl pitching up into the sky and the sound of whooping laughter. The hunters are out. For a second Grian almost panics, speeding up his pace before he catches himself and forces himself to slow down. His heart hammers, and he’s reminded of another world with a name in red chasing him down...that's not the game either. He shakes off the memory.
Four against one, no way he can outrun them. So he has to hide.
He jogs to the nearest tree and leaps, grabbing onto a low branch and hauling himself up. Once off the ground he steadies himself and moves up to the next. The canopy isn’t thick enough to hide him completely but it’ll stop a scent trail and probably gain him a bit of time to plan.
He makes it maybe ten feet off the ground before Ren comes into view. Grian freezes, one hand pressed to the bloody mark on his shoulder, the other gripping onto the rough bark of the tree.
Ren is full wolf now, enormous, with his thick tail sweeping the ground behind him as he bursts through the treeline at a lope. The wolfs whuffs, skidding to a halt, paws digging into the dirt. There's another huff of breath as Ren twists slowly. He lowers his nose and sniffs the ground, searching for the trail he was just following. Grian stays as still as he can, hoping Ren won’t keep searching, won’t stay in the clearing, won’t turn back into a human and look up—
After a moment Ren turns, doubling back on the trail. Grian releases a breath. His arms are shaking. He shivers in relief, biting his tongue to keep from making a noise. Which is good because he hears a thump and sees a bird scatter up close by in the direction Ren went.
Too close in the direction Ren went.
He thumps his head against the tree and tries to gulp down air as silently as possible, hoping to lower his heartrate. It’s useless of course, because as soon as he closes his eyes to breath there’s a whistle of an arrow and the thunk of it lodging in wood, landing just above him in the tree. Grian freezes, barely able to look away from the weapon that could so easily have buried itself inside him istead
"Hello Grian" when he looks down, False is nocking a new arrow to her bow as she walks across the clearing. She’s smiling, incongrously cheerful.
"How you doing up there?" she holds up the bow, arrow nocked and pointed right at him. Grian feels his mouth go dry. The first one was a warning. The second won’t miss. She must have followed Ren on the trail.
"Falsie!” he tries “Fancy seeing you here" She's still smiling.
"Get down before you get hurt Grian"
She...probably won't actually shoot him. Probably.
"Come down and I'll make your first one nice, pretty bird."
Grian swallows. It would be smart to play along. Cleo and Doc like pain in their partner, False doesn't. If she fucks him he'll get a break afterwards to keep running from the rest.
He hears Ren growl off in the bushes. His arm shakes. His body won't move. False tilts her head. The smart thing to do is to play along but he’s frozen. He can't come down.
She sighs and decides for him, slinging the bow on her back in a fluid movement as she walks towards the tree. That shocks him into action, trying to scramble up and away. All he does is nearly fall off a branch before she manages to reach the tree, but she simply hauls herself up onto the first low branch while he tries to figure out how to either get down or up without her grabbing him. She leaps another branch, moving fast and he tries to get away as she snatches at his nearest foot.
He's not entirely sure what happens but there's a very confused moment where everything is going sideways and then his whole body jolts as he slams into the ground. It takes him time to get his breath back, time in which False hops down and saunters over. Grian feels his breathing pick up again as she steps over his chest, framing him below his legs.
She puts her boot on his chest, toe poking into his chin and bow right between his eyes. He keeps his hands down and away, staring at the weapon in fear.
"Relax" False tells him. "I'm the nice one." When he doesn’t make any movement she slings the bow back and starts undoing her belt. He relaxes a bit but stays put.
Grian's mouth run dry as she kneels down, putting her weight on his chest and grabs his arms. It shakes him awake, reminds him that she’s hunting him right now. There's no contest when he tries to struggle, she simply shoves his arms up and wraps the belt around his wrists like she doesn’t even notice him trying to fight. She twists the leather in on itself and clicks the buckle in a spot he can't reach before pinning his bound wrists with one hand, straddling his chest and petting him with the other.
She runs a hand over his shirt and down to his jeans where she gently flicks the top button open. He's squirming now, not really trying to get out but just trying to vent the nervous energy of having her press against him like this. She laughs at him, fond as she carefully clicks open the zipper. He feels his cock press out, finally free of the constraint.
"There we go" she says "That's better isn't it?" Grian jumps at the sound of footsteps, someone else coming into the clearing. He can't see anything past False overhead.
She glances back at whoever it is. "First ones me."
"I dunno" Cleo drawls from somewhere Grian can't see "He doesn't look very restrained right now. I could probably take him off you"
False almost growls her next words. "Go ahead. Try."
Grian tries to twist under her while her attention is split. It's not really a conscious move, more directionless panic. It gets False pressing down and Cleo chuckling.
"Hmm, looks like he might run." she says, getting closer. Grian thinks hysterically about a pair of wolves fighting over a meal.
"You really think he's going anywhere" False snaps. The hand currently resting on his chest moves up to his throat and he chokes on air for a second.
"I think if I spooked him enough he could wriggle out from underneath you."
"You're welcome to try" False says with light contempt "That's well within the rules. He's yours if you get him before I cum."
Grian can't see her expression but he can imagine the interest radiating off from Cleo. False even lifts her arm off his chest like she's giving him more of an opportunity. He hears Cleo step forward again and then he doesn't hear anything as False feeds his arm between her legs from one arm to the other to pin his bound wrists against his own stomach, ignoring his attempt to pull back like he didn't even try. Then she moves to kneel over his face.
He can't hear anything now, her knees bracketing him in, one hand gripped on his wrists and one snaking down to twine into his hair. He doesn’t try to struggle, surrender sweet as the sting in his scalp as she lifts his face off the dirt to press him into the fabric of her pants. His world closes down into a dark humid cave. He can smell her now, sweat and fabric and just underneath it all that faint musk that lets him know just how wet she is right now. The fabric is coarse, rubbing against him and keeping him from feeling her. He makes a noise, half surprise and half frustration.
He can't resolve the muffled words from the other woman in the clearing but he feels False's chuckle in his bones and when she hooks an ankle against his arm so she can free the hand holding him down he feels a burst of... Energy? Agitation? He shifts in place, hands pinned and legs scrabbling as she opens her own pants, getting him into position with professional disinterest. His mouth is watering, he realizes, panting open mouthed into her crotch. She says something else, soft and sweet and muffled by her thighs as she pushes her lips open with two fingers to frame the bead of her clit. Then he can't see anything because she's shoved his open mouth against her and his small world shrinks even more as she puts him in position and uses his mouth to keep her lips spread as she pulls the fingers back.
Her thighs close around him, he tries to buck but she's immovable, he can feel the velvet heat of her against his lips, the short hairs on her mound smushed up against his nose. He can hear his breath whistling as he struggles to breathe around the smell of sex. Her hips rock, smooth skin rubs on his lips and rough hair scrapes his nose.
He drops his jaw, providing as wide a base as possible for her to grind against. There's a few insistent motions and then he jumps when she twists his head hard to turn his ear up. "Use your tongue sweetheart." she says patronizingly.
He catches Cleo laughing and saying "Does he need a map or something-" and then he's back in, face starting to feel raw where she's grinding on him. He sticks his tongue out now, feeling for her clit.
She stills when she feels him poking around, still holding him in place while he feels for the bump of skin. He mostly figures it out from her, his tongue skips over something and she squeezes down on him so he goes back, clumsy and half suffocating as she clenches down around him. He can only hear his own heartbeat, can only smell her and see her and feel her, the curls on his chin growing damp, he feels her convulse every time he catches her clit with a flick of his tongue.
He's so focused that the shadow falling over his limited view shocks him with the reminder that the world is still there. He hears Cleo's voice, muffled but clear and loud.
"Aw, he really is an eager boy isn't he." Grian can't make out False's response.
"Mm I can't wait until it's my turn. She's being so nice to you pretty bird, not even hurting you. I'm not going to be nice."
False shoves him down another inch, blocking his air entirely. Whatever Cleo says next is drowned out by the rush of blood to his head as he tries to pull away and can't. He struggles, losing his rhythm and just panting open mouthed against her, struggling for air. His feet scrabble on the ground, looking for purchase but she’s iron over him, twitching with pleasure while he squirms. After a second she loosens, letting him pull away from her and gasp. He can feel the sticky coolness of her cunt on his chin.
"What was that you were just saying about being nice?"
"I like him better when he's screaming" Cleo says. Grian makes a noise, small and scared and mumbles 'please' into the bare inch of breathing space he's got right now. Both women ignore him.
"We're sharing tonight Cleo, try not to break your toys"
"I can break him and leave enough for you all afterwards" Cleo says lazily. False makes an interested noise and then Grian is shoved back in. He almost flinches and then goes back to licking her out. If he can just get False off this whole scene will be over and he can get away.
Cleo's still talking. "Wouldn't even be hard to break him. Look how much he's squirming already. I could just grab him by the collar and choke him out, fuck him from behind while he cries on my strap. Spank him anytime he gets too loose, keep him nice and tight for me. Make him work for it, make him struggle for it. Then pull out and let him limp off, teary and whimpering so the next person can just trip him up and grab him. Soften him up-" False groans, deep in her chest. Grian can't decide if he's turned on or terrified but his cock twitches in his jeans, answering it for him. Thank God Cleo can't see his hips or else she would comment on it.
False can't either but she's the one who can touch right now, which she reminds him by yanking his hair so hard he cries out, trying to twist away from the pain. "I told you to use your fucking tongue" False hisses, "I'm the one you're paying attention to right now"
"please I'm sorry please please-" he stammers apologies, trying to lick back in but she holds him back for a second, letting him strain to barely touch her before taking mercy and just riding him back into the ground. Her thighs clamp down on him and he moans desperately, struggling to stroke her clit and breathe and trying not to hear the terrible, delicious words that Cleo's whispering to them both.
He has no idea how long it takes. It's an eternity under her until her tight grip turns painful again and she smothers him again, this time her cunt twitching with every flick on his tongue as he forces his sore jaw to press harder, and then she’s pulsing on her own, muscle flexing against his face as he laps her through to the other side. He can feel her satisfied groan as she drops him, his head thumping on the ground, neck sore from the extreme angle as she pushes back and stands up.
"Good boy" False says softly, standing over him with her pants undone. He gasps weakly under her feet, hard as a rock and covered in her. She steps back and away, letting him sit up while she stretches like a satisfied cat. "You really ought to get his mouth when it's your turn" False throws lazily to Cleo. Grian tries to stand up and almost falls over, remembering at the last second that his hands are still tied. He lifts the belt and pulls, twists, before looking at False. She blows him a kiss.
"Something to remember me by. You've got five minutes pretty bird."
"Four and a half now" Cleo rasps, far too close and when he looks at her he feels a jolt at the intensity of her expression. He backs away. She sways forward like she wants to chase but pulls back.
Five minutes. Grian pulls on the belt again. He could probably get it off but he needs to get away first. He can feel the eyes of the two women as he backs out of the clearing, hands held in front of him, their smiles burning into his back as he turns and makes another attempt to get away.
Cleo must have sent a message or something because he can't hear anyone moving right now, just his clumsy scramble away, legs trembling underneath him and chest burning. He feels like he can still smell False on him, still feel the pressure on his chest. He licks his lip, and feels another throb between his legs. It's getting hard to run.
It's only going to get harder from here. False is out of the game for now but he's got at least more to go through. But Grian's still upright, if a little off-balance and no where near done yet.
He pulls aside behind a tree once he feels he gets a decent distance away to start working on his hands. Its not complicated: False just twisted the leather tight and then used the buckle to keep it from unwinding. He can either unbuckle it or probably untwist it enough to come off on its own. But the leather is thick and inflexible and his hands are shaking, and the buckle is in a spot his fingers can't reach, and it feels like the more he struggles the tighter it gets. He lifts the leather to his face, trying to ignore the way it rubs on the sore spots of his jaw, and tries to loosen it with his teeth.
Nothing. He twists again, struggling. If he can't use his hands what the fuck can he even do. In his back pocket his communicator buzzes.
The hunts is on again. He pulls furiously, cursing under his breath. If he stays put fiddling with this there won't even be a chase for the next hunter, but if he can't get it off they can do whatever they want and he won't even have the option to fight back.
Reluctantly he stumbles forward, still working the belt, and goes back into an unsteady jog. Its more important to move. He can't hear any pursuit yet but if he finds a good place to hide he can get himself loose—
There's a growl from the bushes to his left. It's the only warning Grian gets before something huge and furry clips him in the knee. With his hands tied he lands hard, barely able to catch himself. He cries out again, bruises already formed slamming into the ground again.
Ren whuffs from a few feet ahead, a wolf-like laugh. He seems relaxed, ears up and tail slowly wagging as he shakes out his fur from his leap. He overshot Grian when he landed, now turning to look at his prey. Grian wheezes, breath knocked out again for the second time and chest burning even worse now. Ren watches, looking amused as Grian struggles to get up again, gulping air and wobbling. After a second, Ren sits down, tilting his head to watch. Grian locks his elbows, ignoring his aches as he pushes into a kneeling position. Mirroring Ren. They stare at each other.
Ren gets up, stretching. Grian starts to scramble up, nearly falling over. The wolf whuffs again and then lunges forward, teeth clicking inches away from Grian's shin as he nearly staggers back and just barely keeps his feet.
Ren makes another lunge. Grian takes the hint and bolts.
He can hear Ren behind him, keeping a steady lope. Even if Grian were in good condition his chase would be a formality at best. Ren could just pin him at any time. He likes catching his prey though, so he's going to make Grian run.
A short growl and the sounds of a cracking branch send Grian into a sideways dive, the bulk of fur clearing the space he was in seconds ago. Ren lands and turns, playfully snapping with teeth that could crack a skull in half. He lets Grian get up again and waits until he starts running to give chase.
Grian's legs ache and his chest, his heart hurts and the panic is making him light headed. Or maybe the running. The second time Ren cuts him off he falls over when he tries to rise. Ren watches, waiting to see if the chase is over.
He forces himself up slowly, facing Ren and panting. Ren snaps at him and Grian flinches, stepping back.
He doesn't turn, doesn't run. He can't. His chest hurts. He doesn’t want to run. He wants it to be over.
Ren moves forward, Grian flinches but doesn’t run. Ren makes an annoyed sounding growl and this time he moves in to touch. His teeth grab onto Grian's calf and pull, throwing his leg out from underneath him. Grian yelps, thumping onto the ground (again) and then yelps again when Ren very delicately bites down. It hurts. The skin breaks, blood starting to trickle as the wolf bears down, the pain radiating up from the muscle until Grian is clawing at Ren and whimpering, kicking with the leg that isn't currently being gnawed. Ren finally releases him, blood darkening the fabric of his pant leg in a semi-circle. Grian's eyes are watering. Ren makes another snapping gesture. Get up or I’ll do it again.
Grian gets to his feet, leg now burning. Ren crouches. Grian turns and stumbles away. Ren wants him to run.
He nearly sobs when Ren cuts him off again but stays on his feet this time, skidding to a halt and trying to change directions. He feels helpless, clumsy, barely staggering away before the wolf is in front of him again. Grian can only hope Ren gets tired soon, because if he goes down again he won't be able to rise immediately.
Or maybe Ren can tell Grian’s nearing his limit because when Grian's legs fold and he crumples to a kneel Ren paces forward and shoves him forward, paw on back. Grian eats some dirt in the landing, so fatigued he almost feels nauseous. There's a creaking, meaty noise behind him that makes him cringe away and then a hand lands on the earth next to him, clawed but recognizably human.
"Ren" Grian tries to gasp. Human or no the werewolf doesn't seem to be verbal. He growls, pawing at the hem of Grian's jeans, ignoring his pathetic attempts to crawl away by simply shoving him into the dirt. Grian closes his eyes and pushes down exhausted tears. Ren paws Grian’s jeans down his thighs just enough that he can feel the breeze on his bare ass and then the calloused paws spreading his cheeks open. Grian can't hide, can't ignore what's happening as Ren rumbles and then leans forward to lave a thick, wet tongue all the way up his crack. It's wet and tingling and almost gentle.
"Tasty" Ren mutters and then leans in, lapping the hole he's keeping spread open. Grian can't get away, can't roll over or push him off with his hands underneath, can only lie there while the drool slides down his perineum and drips down his balls. The wriggling tongue pushes against the hole again and again, wearing down the resistance. The writhing pleasure mixes with the bruises and the wheezing and the pain in his leg, Grian feeling it all from a point slightly left of his body while Ren works him open. He gives up, panting and shivering, no longer trying to fight just letting the sensations wash over him. Ren rumbles at that approvingly.
Grian lays there while Ren licks him open. He lays there when Ren pulls back, thumbing at his hole and growls, evidently displeased before lapping him open some more. He lays there when Ren shoves a finger in again and pulls making him whimper and his whole body try to curl away. Then Ren is moving over him, pressing him down and there's a rasped "Relax." ordered into his ear.
Grian lays there and tries to relax as Ren forces his cock into Grian, inch by burning inch.
Grian’s panting starts to thicken, turning into whimpering as Ren makes a space for himself. There's no lube, barely any prep and Grian can feel Ren's whole body trembling with the restraint it's taking to not just fuck into him. Then he feels the warm bump of Ren's knot and despite knowing better Grian tenses.
He feels every inch of Ren packed into him, forcing a moan out of his gritted teeth. Ren presses his face into Grian's neck and rumbles his own pleasure. Ren's held in place for a moment by the friction of Grian's walls. Slowly he starts to pull back.
Grian shivers again, his whole body convulsing while he tries to figure out if he likes it or not.
It doesn't matter because Ren's patience runs out and his next thrust is brutal, sheathing down to the knot in a single push. It hurts and Grian moans helplessly, pathetically turned on as Ren sets in to ruin him.
Ren's hips slap against the back of Grian's thighs, knees jouncing painfully into the dirt while Ren's hot breath dampens the nape of his neck. Grian has never been more aware of the friction when he's being fucked, Ren pounding him deeper and deeper while he has to just lie there and take it. Ren's loud and getting louder, snarling and groaning with each thrust and the noises that Grian can't hold back are almost completely overshadowed.
Until the pressure of a thrust suddenly gives way and then Grian howls as his hole stretches around the bulge at the base of Ren's cock. Ren howls too, a real howl, a wolf howl as he grinds against Grian and white sparks nearly blind him as he writhes against the forest floor. Ren shoves his head against the back of Grian's neck whimpering as his hips jerk and Grian sobs as he's taken to the point where he's sure his body can't take it, and brought further. Ren jerks a few time and then whimpers, growing still.
Ren flops on top of him after a moment and the two of them lie there together, panting into the afternoon. After a little bit Ren wraps a hand around his shoulder and flips Grian, carefully, so that they're laying on their side.
Grian didn't realize how much pressure Ren was putting on his chest until the spots start clearing away from his vision. "Sorry 'bout that" Ren mumbles.
Grian can't manage words. His whole body is buzzing, his muscles are liquid and his cock burns. He needs to get off. Needs it yesterday.
When he tries to grab it himself, Ren knocks his hand away.
"I don't want you coming on my knot" he mumbles, hand wrapped around a wrist. "Too tight" Grian hiccups, swallowing frustrated tears and breathes, trying to ignore everything in his body. He can't move without sending fire up his spine and he can't get off.
After a little bit Ren releases his wrist and Grian tries again. This time Ren growls and simply elects to gather his wrist in one hand and lift them behind his own head, baring his stomach and twitching cock while allowing Ren to pin him with one arm.
"You gonna behave while I send a message?" Ren asks. Grian's only answer is a barely held back sob. Ren chuckles like his desperation is cute. "Be good" he rumbles, nuzzling Grian's hair. "I need to call a halt until my knot goes down or else this game is gonna end too short for everyone. Don't worry" he says, pulling out his communicator. "I'll make sure you get a nice rest while we wait." Ren's hips roll with the words, bouncing Grian's cock and jostling his arms. He moans again over Ren's sniggering laugh.
It takes a while for Ren's knot to go down. Apparently Ren brought food for the wait. Ren feeds an apple to Grian with a rumbled comment about "keeping up his strength," but the way Ren deliberately fingers his throat made the real motivation clear. Every time Grian gags Ren made an appreciative noise at the squeeze on his cock. Grian won't say he's anywhere near recovered but when Ren finally pulls out with a gasp and a drip of cum down the back of his thighs, Grian's heart rate has at least slowed and his arousal returned to manageable levels. Ren unclicks the belt as well, letting his arms fall apart.
"Back to it then" Ren says, rolling onto his knees. Grian creakily pushing himself up as well, flushing at the filthy feeling of his leaking hole.
"Five minutes starts now then" Ren says, almost soft if it weren't for the grin that shows all his teeth. "Don't worry. They haven't forgotten about you" he croons, reaching forward to trace a hand along the smaller man's jaw. "in fact everyone is getting very impatient. I think you're going to have a lot of fun."
Grian swallows, mouth dry. Ren stands up and extends a clawed hand. Grian lets Ren pull him to his feet, legs jelly and body aching. Ren stretches, naked and pleased, before scratching his belly. Grian feels a surge of shame at himself that Ren gets to look so satisfied while Grian stands there with a raw ass and weak legs, about to be hunted down for the third time this night.
Grian turns and leaves, walking slowly this time. His legs aren't up for another run. None of him is. His cock aches between his legs.
This isn't going to be a long chase.
He decides to turn, making his way towards the sound of running water. He's reaching the limit of how much fear he can feel, growing numb. Might as well try a stream. Maybe he'll get a drink before the next one catches him.
He actually does make it to the water, hesitating on the bank of the little creak for the glow of Redstone or the sight of blue skin. Maybe they didn't get the message from Ren that the chase is still on.
Grian takes the moment to breathe, sitting gingerly down on a dry log. He's alone, sticky, out of breath, shaky on his feet and starting to shiver. He needs a new plan. Any plan really.
Of course that’s when he hears the sound of slow footsteps behind him and a deep voice saying "Are you giving up, pretty bird?"
Grian exhales and half turns to look at Doc. He licks his lips and doesn't answer. He feels his breath speed up as Doc stalks closer.
A smart person would try and surrender, try to bargain or play along. Grian never claimed to be a smart man. Wwith the last strength he has he vaults over the log to try and make a break for it, breaking into a sprint and waking up tired muscles for the next push. There's a growled "pesky bird" and then pounding footsteps as Doc charges after him. Unlike False or Ren though, Doc doesn't play. Doc likes a fight more than anyone else except maybe Cleo. Grian is happy to give it to him. He pushes his body as hard as he can, breath humming as he sprints.
It doesn’t last long. Doc is bigger, stronger and less fatigued. He catches up and easily tackles Grian, forcing them both to the ground. Instead of the futile squirming he's done up until this point Grian goes limp when he hits the ground, playing up the hit. Doc loosens his grip, shifting his weight so he's not crushing the smaller man beneath him. Grian indulges in the instinct to hiss and pull away when Doc jostles some of his bruises. If Doc thinks he’s more hurt than he is, Grian can work with that.
"Having a rough night birdie" Doc says, leaning forward to rest a hand over top of Grian's.
Grian flips it over to squeeze once. He waits for Doc's responding squeeze to rasp "Not rough enough yet" before slamming his head back into the other man's nose. Doc reels back again, cursing as Grian propels himself forward and out, kicking at the feeling of a hand trying to grab him and spinning on his feet to face Doc. Standing up so fast makes Grian kind of want to pass out but it's worth it for the simmering fury on Doc's face.
"You behaved" he mutters, prodding at his nose, checking if it's broken. "for everyone else."
"You’re fun when you’re angry" Grian offers breathlessly. He doesn't have much left before he folds. Doc makes a wordless annoyed noise.
"I should have expected this." he sighs and then straightens up. Grian tenses. Doc's not going to hold back.
Grian turns to run again, less out of any actual attempt to escape and more just instinct. He barely makes it three steps before a hand grabs the back of his shirt, hauling him in. He tries to twist, tries to fight again, lifting his hands but Doc's hand grabs the side of his head and slams him face first into a hard surface. Grian struggles, feeling the fingers dig in, gripping his head like a basketball as Doc shakes him and then slams him again. Grian's fingers are scrabbling on the metal, unable to get purchase, unable to fight back, his ears are singing, everything hurts. Doc pulls back again and Grian forces himself to go limp.
He's already tried to trick Doc with that once, he's not surprised other man finishes the blow and grinds him down again. Grian grunts but continues to submit. Doc could do real damage like this, and there's nothing Grian could do to stop him.
"Finally." Doc mutters, after waiting a few moments to see if the fight was going to continue. He doesn't loosen his grip, instead straight arming Grian while Doc unbuckles his own pants. Grian pants, waiting Doc out. He needs to let go of Grian in order to fuck him. Be patient, he can get out soon.
Doc hauls him bodily back, and Grian's heart surges, ready to take the opportunity, but Doc simply folds his flesh arm across the other man's neck in a tight chokehold. Grian spasms, startled into fighting back again, clawing at the arm.
"Thought so" at least that's what Grian thinks he hears from Doc it's hard to understand anything over the rushing of blood and the darkening spots closing in on his vision. He can tell that Doc is dragging him somewhere, can tell that he's being shoved to his knees with Doc looming behind. Doc switches arms, giving him a couple ragged breaths to clear his vision before the metal hand clamps into place around his jaw. Grian's head is forced up, mouth shut by the pressure. He squirms, trying to reach around and get loose.
Doc catches a wrist single handed, clicking something cool onto his wrist. When he tries to grab at it with the other arm Doc clicks the second cuff on and lets go. Grian tries to pull. It's handcuffs, his arms fastened behind him now.
"You're almost more trouble than you're worth" Doc says, irritation clear in his voice. Grian rubs his wrists, feeling the metal click. Doc's free hand starts working down his pants, undoing the belt and working down the jeans while Grian can’t fight back. "Seriously. Everyone always tells me 'oh Doc you're being too mean' 'oh Doc why do you let him get to you so much'" Doc pitches his voice up at the imaginary questioner "You play so nice, rolling over and begging for everyone else. You've got them all fooled don't you pesky bird?"
Doc's fingers work the pants down to his thighs and then pull away before coming back slick and probing their way into his hole. Grian hisses at the sting and then deliberately moans, obvious and goading.
"But we both know the truth. You're just a bratty bird" Doc mutters into his ear "and you aren't happy unless someone is putting you in your place."
Grian grins as much as he can and rasps out "Could be happier right now then-ah" he cuts off as Doc presses in punishingly hard against his prostate. Grian's body moves on its own, struggling to get away from the deep, insistent pleasure cramping his gut.
Doc hums, massaging the gland like it's his job, wringing helpless spasms from the man in his arms.
"Just like this hm?" Doc says. "Want to push and push and push until you get what you want. Spoiled" Doc spits the last word. Grian moans outright at the shame that warms him.
"Little whore like you. Should just chain your ass to a piston so you can finally be fucked by something that can satisfy you. Four people in the woods tonight" Doc's fingers are painful, Grian's cock pulsing pitifully with every grind, he wants it to never stop "Four people in the woods all here to fuck you and your greedy. little. cock" his fingers jam in with every word "just can't get enough can it."
" hurts, please" he slurs against the grip on his jaw, delirious.
"It's supposed to, pesky bird" Doc murmurs in his ear.
It takes far too long before Grian feels another, stronger pulse and liquid dripping from the tip of his cock. His moan is miserable, almost pained as he cums untouched, nearly dry except for the dribble oozing out of the slit. Doc laughs at him.
"Good thing they got you worked up earlier" he says softly into Grian's hair while he writhes "I asked them to leave that cute little cock for me to milk."
Grian's floating, sore and achy and miserably turned on. He gasps wetly as Doc slowly pulls his fingers free.
"Now that that's taken care of" he murmurs "You're going to be a good whore for me aren't you?"
Grian whimpers. The fingers tighten on his jaw. "You're going to be a good whore for me, aren't you?" Doc growls again. Grian tries to nod and can't.
"Yes sir" he mumbles weakly.
Doc doesn't wait any longer to push himself in.
It's smoother than Ren, less friction, less pain, slow and deliberate while Doc finds his own pleasure buried in Grian's body. He hums and starts up a slow pace.
"Could use a little more" he says after a moment and then Grian squeals as fingers suddenly pluck harshly at a nipple, chest arching as he tries to follow the pull and relieve the pain. Doc laughs at him while he struggles. "Nice and tight now. Don’t fuss about this, you're the one who let yourself be fucked loose." He tugs again. Grian thrashes. "Have to get my money's worth somehow."
“Ah-mmm Doc doc please”
Doc found his prostate again, swollen from the earlier torture. Doc’s chuckle vibrates through Grian’s body and he shivers again.
“Please what?” he sound almost unaffected, hips moving with all the inexhorable force of an avalance. A broad, sexy, teasing avalanche.
“Wanna cum” Grian manages to gasp, theatrically pulling at his cuffs to demonstrate his predicament.
“You already came.” Doc says calmly, speaking over Grian’s despairing noise. “Now its my turn. I’m going to fuck you raw. Do a good enough job and maybe I’ll even touch that little toy you’ve got between your legs.”
Doc trails his hand down Grian’s stomach with his words, ignoring the way the muscle flexes at the soft touch. Grian can’t tell if he wants to punch Doc or cry or just be bounced on his cock forever. It doesn’t matter though because it’s not up to him.
Doc keeps fucking him, letting his own weight drive him back down onto the cock currently cracking him in half. Its so much, the burning cramping pain-pleasure of overused nerves as Doc ignores his cock to keep the deep torture going. He speeds up slowly, shifting his hand from Grian’s jaw to grab onto his hips and lift him up as he goes faster and faster and deeper and won’t touch his cock.
Doc eventually stills with a groan, pumping through his own orgasm. Grian can feel the glide grow smoother as Doc’s cum fills him up, the already obscene noises becoming even wetter as Doc’s cock smacks into wet skin. Grian whimpers, shivering and helpless and wanting.
Doc doesn’t pull out, shifting so he can hold Grian with one arm while reaching down with the other. He trails a finger gently down, tightening his hold when the light touch to his slit causes Grian to thrash.
“Fuck please, sir. Please”
“Have you been good?” Doc asks.
“Yes, please sir.” Grian will say anything, agree with anything if it finally releases the tension built up in his groin.
“No you haven’t” Doc chuckles. “Bratty little thing. But don’t worry” his voices lowers as his hands tightens “I want to feel you coming on my cock.”
The hand tightens, stroking up his cock, messy with precum and Grian wails as his body clenches down on the weight in his ass. The friction on his dick lights up every nerve in his body and it feels like seconds before the tension snaps, liquid drawn up from his core as he cums so hard it spatters up his chest. Doc squeezes, just on this side of too hard, working him through. When Grian starts to squirm again, unable to stop himself from trying to get away from the sensation Doc stops.
“Now that was fun.” Doc mutters in his hair. “Gonna pull out now.” Grian makes a wordless noise. His body hums, the aches of the run faded into the background of lazy warmth.
“Did I fuck you too good?” Doc asks, warm and amused. Grian cracks an eye to squint at him.
“Technically I think it was mostly Ren.” he rasps, before closing an eye again. “Cleo might have to wait.”
“Don’t worry about her right now. Do you want to call it?”
Grian sighs. He really doesn’t. But even he can tell that he won’t make it upright again for another chase. He nods against the dirt and half turns to start pushing himself up.
“Was really looking forward to the free-for-all” he mutters. Doc hums, reaching down to squeezes his shoulder and help him sit up before pulling him into a hug. The contact helps, settling some of Grian’s shivery nerves.
“Another time. Can you look at me, I want to check your pupils.” Grian makes a whining noise and buries his face against Doc. He strokes Grian’s shoulder, coaxing “C’mon birdie, just for a second. I hit you in the head, need to make sure you don’t need a potion.”
Doc’s touch on his jaw is gentle as he carefully pulls his back and peers at him. After a second he lets Grian go back to his koala hold on the other man’s chest. Grian feels Doc carefully feeling through his hairline, looking for any injury.
“ ‘m fine, just a headache.” Grian says, keeping his eyes closed. Doc sighs.
“I was going to call the scene if you didn’t. I don’t know if you realized but you’ve got some bad bruises”
“Probably because you all kept tackling me.”
“You said you wanted to be manhandled.”
“No creativity” Grian says haughtily. Doc sighs. “Pesky bird. You ready to walk to the cabin?”
“Nope.” Grian turns and pushes further into Doc’s arms. “I’m all worn out now, couldn’t possibly get up. You’ll have to carry me.”
Doc sighs again. Grian giggles. Doc sounds incredibly fond as he shifts them so that he can get an arm under Grian’s legs and haul him up in a princess carry. Grian happily settles into the hold.
“So is this you looking for comfort or are you just loopy right now?” Doc asks “Because if you want to be taken care of you can just ask.”
“Bit of both I think.” Grian says frankly. He’s keeping his eyes closed as he curls into Doc’s arms. After the last hour of exertion and panic the safety feels almost as good at the orgasm did. “I’m going to crash really hard when you put me down.”
“We’ll take care of you, don’t worry.”
“You better. You caught me, I’m all yours now”
Doc laughs again at his dozy words. “I guess we did. Don’t worry, we take good care of our things.”