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“Teleport us to Akihabara,” Suguru’s voice was a growl, his hand gripping Satoru’s upper arm so hard that he knew it was going to bruise. A shiver shot down Satoru’s spine.
He obeyed. Of course he obeyed. Suguru was a strong sorcerer and could very easily physically overpower him. He stumbled as his knees went wobbly at that thought. “I’m not fucking around, Satoru,” Suguru reminded him that he was serious with a sharp tug to force him to straighten up. He swallowed hard and let out a shuddery breath, looking down at Suguru over his sunglasses, just giving him a nod before he teleported them into an alley in Akihabara.
Immediately he was shoved front first into the brick wall, Suguru pressing into his back from behind, grinding his hard cock against his ass. “Good boy,” he praised into Satoru’s ear, his voice low and teasing as he wound fingers into white hair and pressed his face harshly into the rough bricks, scraping his porcelain skin.
Infinity was down because…it was always down when it was Suguru. Even now when the other was planning on doing such heinous things to him.
He was pulled out of his thoughts as Suguru flipped him around, shoving him back into the wall hard with a painful grip on his hips. “Pay attention, baby. It’s rude to ignore people,” he scolded him, nipping his neck where it met his shoulder, causing Satoru to push against his chest with a whimper. “S-Stop,” he tried to be firm, but his voice broke, his stomach dropping when Suguru just laughed and licked up the side of his neck to his ear. “Don’t act like you don’t want this,” he spoke lowly before pulling away.
“Drop a veil. I want you to build your own cage,” Suguru commanded him, his voice so casual that it gave Satoru whiplash. Suguru was extremely skilled at being the nicest young man any mother would want her daughter to be with, to a cruel and unrelenting god. Right now Satoru was facing the latter. It made his blood feel like ice even as his pussy throbbed, soaking and begging to be fucked.
“And if I don’t?” Satoru challenged, his mouth going dry from the fear. Suguru raised an eyebrow before his brows furrowed in anger and his hand darted out fast, gripping Satoru’s throat in a crushing grip and slamming the back of his head against the wall, his hands instinctively darting up to claw at Suguru’s to make him let go.
“I’ll fucking kill you,” the threat was said with such sincerity that Satoru went weak in the knees again, feeling awfully close to cumming from that alone. “We both know you would let it happen, too. You’re so aware of how perfectly worthless you are,” Suguru added on, his other hand moving to cup his cheek so gently, brushing the backs of his knuckles along his cheekbone.
Despite him going lightheaded from lack of oxygen, he tilted his head into the soft touch. That was when Suguru let go of his neck, following it with a quick and hard slap to Satoru’s cheek, causing him to fall to the concrete, scraping his hands and elbows when he fell.
He held his cheek, noticing that his sunglasses had been knocked off. He was genuinely shocked at how hard he’d been hit, but his panties were so fucking wet that were clinging to him and he could feel it leaking onto his thighs.
“Still want to be a brat or will you be listening now?” Suguru wasted no time in kicking him in the back, causing him to let out a pained noise. “Fuck. Okay, okay,” his hands were as shaky as his voice as he made the symbol with his fingers and recited the mantra, creating a veil only big enough to cover the alley and a little onto the street.
“Good puppy,” Suguru spat, reaching down and grabbing a handful of Satoru’s hair sharply, pulling him and forcing him to get onto his knees at his side or risk his hair being pulled out. Tears sprang to his eyes and his clit ached. “Try to keep up,” he said before beginning to walk and drag Satoru with him.
The way that he was being dragged didn’t allow for him to do much except for scrape his knees against the pavement as he tried to keep up with Suguru as he walked them to the lip of the alley where it met the sidewalk.
It was Akihabara so it was insanely busy, especially considering it was a Saturday morning.
Due to the nature of the veil, however, no one could see them or hear them. Goosebumps spread across his skin. He was in danger and he was getting off to it. He needed to call for help now.
He took a deep breath, but right as he was about to scream, a piece of silver duct tape was pulled over his mouth from behind, causing his scream to be muffled and barely audible. Before he could use his hands to try to fight back, his wrists were grabbed and yanked roughly behind his back. More duct tape was tightly wound around them causing him to be unable to move them without the tape pulling at his skin and hurting.
Suguru’s foot kicked him harshly in the shoulder before he used it to press him onto his back against the concrete. “Look at you. Thought you were supposed to be the strongest?” he jeered, placing weight on the foot pressing against his shoulder, causing Satoru to groan in pain through the tape.
“You must be so fucked up. Letting this happen,” one more sharp kick to his shoulder and he was pulling back, sneering down at Satoru. “Mommy and daddy didn’t hug you enough, did they?” He feigned pity for him and Satoru felt the pang of hurt run through him, causing tears to well in his eyes. It was an extremely personal attack, but it just fueled Satoru’s arousal.
Suguru moved to stand over him before he sat down, straddling his thighs and pressing them together to hold them still. “Wanna see your pretty little tits,” he says, his deft fingers trailing down Satoru’s front before they’re grabbing the front of his uniform shirt and ripping it open without hesitation, doing the same to the white shirt underneath it, sending buttons flying all over the alley.
Now, Satoru barely had tits, being blessed with height, a thin body, and small breasts that could barely even be called an A-cup. Still, he felt as the tiny mounds of fat bounced with the force, his innie nipples tingling at being exposed. “Awww, they’re shy,” Suguru teased, his hands reaching down and pinching his nipples hard. Satoru’s back arched and he squirmed, panting against the tape as he tried to get away.
“You’re so pretty when you’re struggling, reduced to a speck of dust under me,” a soft smile was on Suguru’s lips as he continued his assault on his tits. “Let’s see if we can get them to come out and play,” he murmured before leaning down and harshly sucking one into his mouth, his other hand continuing its ministrations on his other breast. It hurt, but it had him arching back seeking more too.
“Ah, there we go,” Suguru said after popping off his tit with a lewd pop. His nipple was raw but undeniably protruding and getting even harder as the air hit his wet nipple. “Let’s take care of the other one,” he moved to the other side of his chest, copying the brutal treatment of sucking his nipple between his lips and teasing it out with his teeth and tongue. His forefinger and thumb rolled the previous nipple between them hard, making sure that it didn’t retreat.
It was humiliating, the fact that he could squirm and make noises and it wasn’t stopping. He couldn’t even call for help. It was sinking in how hopeless this situation was.
When Suguru had successfully brought both of his tiny nipples out of their hiding spot, Satoru was snapped back into his body as he slapped both of his tits at the same time, open palmed and sharp. He screamed behind the tape, his eyes wide as tears finally spilled over and down his cheeks.
“Mmmm. Gonna try to fuck your tiny tits,” Suguru told him, not giving him the option to protest before he was moving up, sitting on his stomach and cutting his air off a little bit. “Don’t think they’ll be able to fully wrap around me, but I might be able to get some use out of them,” it was degrading, watching Suguru leisurely pull himself out of his pants, stroking himself. He moved up onto his knees, dragging the head of his cock over his nipples, smearing them with precum.
He played with his nipples for a few moments before he let his heavy dick fall onto the middle of his chest with an audible slap. He didn’t warn him before he spit into his hand, dragging it between his breasts before doing it once more and coating his cock with it. “Not much to play with, but I know when I get to fucking your pussy it’ll make up for it,” he spoke as he grabbed his nipples harshly again, pulling his tits as much as they could go and starting a fast pace of fucking between them.
Suguru moaned unashamedly, purposefully jabbing under his jawn with the head of his cock, tweaking his nipples the whole time. “Fuck. Wanna splatter under your jaw and your tits so bad,” he growled, thrusting a little harder for a moment and then pulling away to slide back down his body.
When Suguru’s hands started messing with the button and zipper of his pants, he tried squirming with renewed vigor, trying to plead through the tape as if any of his words were intelligible.
“Need to fuck your pussy, princess,” Satoru could hear the lack of control in his voice. Suguru couldn’t wait any longer to fuck him. The realization had tears pouring down Satoru’s cheeks quicker and he was sobbing because he couldn’t get out of this. Suguru ignored his muffled pleas and almost reverently pulled his pants and panties off, tossing them to the side.
A sharp gasp was pulled through Satoru’s nose when Suguru roughly pulled his legs apart and immediately jammed three fingers inside him, his pussy stretching uncomfortably and stinging. “Already so wet. I knew you were nothing but a fucking disgusting cock slut,” the words had Satoru shaking his head, trying to deny it.
Suguru was having none of it and made to prove his point by fingerfucking him at breakneck speeds without warning. “Don’t think so? Just listen to the sound of your sloppy cunt pulling my fingers in. I can only imagine how it’s going to feel wrapped around my cock,” Suguru shuddered, moaning with want as he pulled his fingers out and used Satoru’s slick to jerk himself off.
Everything was moving too fast. Before he knew it, Suguru was between his legs, lining up and Satoru shook his head, squeezing his thighs around his waist to try to keep him out. Suguru didn’t even seem fazed as he shoved his legs back apart, shoving his thighs up next to his shoulders. No, no, no. He was too exposed like this. He tried to squirm with all his might, but after a few seconds of struggling, Suguru lined up and shoved into him hard and fast, bottoming out without letting Satoru adjust. He moaned at the same time Satoru screamed once more behind the tape.
He started a fast pace of thrusting into him hard and fast, their skin slapping loudly as Satoru whimpered and sobbed as he was raped. “You feel so good. So wet and tight. If I didn’t know you whored yourself out to your family, I would think this was virgin cunt,” he was paying no mind to Satoru’s broken sobs, relishing in fucking him and getting off on degrading him at the same time.
He was right. Satoru hadn’t been virginal since before he even knew what that meant. He felt betrayed that something he trusted Suguru with was being thrown in his face as his boyfriend used him just like everyone else did.
“Despite you being a bratty bitch, you’ve been mostly a good boy. I think you deserve a reward,” Suguru’s devious smile could be heard in his voice and Satoru knew what he meant when a hand made its way between his legs, parting his lips and rolling his clit gently between his forefinger and thumb. Pleasure surged through Satoru’s entire body, causing his hips to buck on their own, pussy clenching around the thick cock inside him.
He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, whining and trying to close his legs again. “C’mon baby, let me jerk you off,” Suguru sounded playful as he began to actually jerk his clit between his fingers like a tiny cock, the bud enlarged from a few years of being on testosterone now.
His fingers scraped against the concrete under him as his fists clenched, trying to block out the pleasure. Suguru picked up the pace fucking him, stroking his clit faster and Satoru felt himself reaching that peak extremely fast.
“Gonna make you cum all over my cock. Make you realize that your pussy belongs to me and you’ll never be the strongest with me,” his tone was harsh and it made Satoru clench around him as his orgasm kept building. He couldn’t fight it anymore, his hips rolling on their own as his head fell back and he sought out more of the pleasure. “Knew you’d cave at some point,” Suguru drove the nail into the coffin with a particularly hard thrust that pushed Satoru over the edge.
Except, the second he started cumming, Suguru stopped stroking him and began slapping his clit harshly, the sounds echoing through the alley and the added pain caused Satoru to squirt, cum coating Suguru’s cock and both of their thighs.
He was given no break as Suguru brought a hand up and squeezed his throat tight enough to bruise and began fucking him with renewed vigor, the head of his cock kissing his cervix with every thrust. His whimpers and sobs rose in frequency and pitch as Suguru brutally fucked him.
Satoru let out a pitiful sounding sob as Suguru slammed into him one final time and spilled cum all inside him, painting his walls white. “Fucking take it,” he growled into his ear as he made sure not a single drop was wasted.
His body only relaxed when Suguru’s did and he went limp on top of him for a moment. He was blissfully in subspace, floating and filling full and fucked out. His head lolled to the side as tears continued to trickle from his eyes.
Suguru chuckled fondly and moved off of him, tucking himself back into his pants. “Sorry, babe. This is gonna hurt a little,” he warned him, leaning down to kiss his face as he peeled the tape off his mouth as gently as he could. “Color, Satoru,” he commanded once the tape was off. “G-Green,” he whispered, the word breaking as another sob slipped past his lips.
“Hey, hey. It’s okay, shhh, I’m here, Satoru,” Suguru comforted him, pulling Satoru into his lap as he worked on getting the tape off of him. Once it was all off, he brushed his sweaty hair back from his forehead.
“Think you can teleport us back to my room so I can take care of you?” Suguru asked softly, kissing at his cheeks and nose and forehead. Satoru wordlessly nodded, moving to wrap his arms around Suguru’s shoulders, burying his face in his neck as he teleported them back to Suguru’s room, knowing that his lover would take care of him for the rest of the night and continue making him feel loved and safe.