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He screamed around the red rubber ball in his mouth, gagging him but doing nothing to stop the sounds of him whining and wailing against the sting of skin slapping skin. His lover's hard cock slipped into him deeper, and he moaned pathetically around the gag, crying and burying his face into the rough sheets of the mattress, trying to endure the brutal slide and push of hard cock forcing his tight rosy hole to ripple and stretch along the shaft of it.
The blunt edges of nails clawed and scratched against his scalp as a hand threaded into his loose curls, gripped, and pulled his head back, exposing his throat, forcing his gaze up at himself in the reflection of the mirror at the foot of the bed.
His lover pushed the soft flesh of his arse, and Remus felt his arsecheeks part, exposing his hole, a rosy ring desperately trying to keep up with the assault of cock driving into it, deeper and harder with each thrust.
"What a pretty thing you are."
His vision blurred, eyes growing watery at the sharp pain of his hair pulling at his scalp, forcing his back to arch and the spit pooled in his mouth to slowly and warmly slide back along his tongue while his throat spasmed to swallow the droplets against the angle.
"Such a pretty plaything. You like being tied up from your neck down to your thighs, don't you? Bound and helpless, just a toy for me to spread wide and slide my cock into. Nod your head 'yes.'"
Remus felt the hand in his hair loosen for a moment before it jerked his head back up, and down, and back up again, forcing him to nod and accept that he was a fucktoy, two holes for pleasure and that was it.
"There's a good boy," Sirius said, groaning deep in his throat as he thrust so hard Remus's neck strained tighter against the hold, his back arching further, and his tight hole, already blown wide around the cock punishing it, pushed a little wider.
Remus shouted into the gag, a high-pitched whine in his throat, begging for mercy, to have his neglected cock, trapped in a hard plastic cage, freed at last.
But he continued to be held at the odd angle, fucked relentlessly, while Sirius's voice, vicious and dark, reminded him, "You're mine, Moons. You're a hole for me to shove my cock into whenever I please. You exist for my pleasure, and if that means tying those beautiful thighs up so tight that all you can do it writhe and whine while I shove toys in your arse, you're going to take it. You're going to wear your pretty pink cockcage and cry while I sit there and admire what pretty slut you are, what a lucky fucktoy you get to be."
Sirius ground his hips against Remus's red arse, handprints and the outlines of thick, heavy leather belts crisscrossed over it, then pulled out, thick cock bobbing and shining wetly in the lamplight from Remus's wet, glistening hole.
He unceremoniously let go of Remus's hair, and Remus's body fell in a boneless tied-up heap against the starched sheets, feeling every bit as dirty and helpless as Sirius had designed. His body thrummed from the sudden stillness, of not being fucked into the mattress over and over again with long thrusts and angry hands on his flesh. But a strong hand with rough fingers grabbed at the rope along his hip and carelessly flipped him onto his back.
Remus stared up in a daze as he registered Sirius moving up and over his body, his heavy cock hovering over each knot and strand of rope criss-crossed over Remus's torso until he was straddling Remus's shoulders and dipping the tip of his cock down against Remus's bottom lip, jutting out against the wet red rubber ball.
"What would you do for a taste of cock? You pretty pathetic thing. Would you swallow it whole? Let me fuck my cock between those lips until you get to swallow my cum? And you'll swallow everything, baby. I'm generous like that."
Remus's chest rose and fell, breathing heavily through his nose as he fought to catch up to his burning lungs, so exhausted from screaming around the gag.
Sirius reached down and ripped the rubber ball out of Remus's mouth, letting it fall wetly against his adam's apple as Remus gasped, mouth gaping for a real breath of air.
Sirius smiled down at him, almost sweet. "What are you?"
Remus swallowed thickly, his mouth parting effortlessly with the ache set into his tight jaw. "A fucktoy."
"And whose fucktoy are you?"
"Yours."
"And if I decide to fuck you and leave you dripping here on the bed, done dumping my cum in your sloppy used hole, what are you going to do about it?"
Remus swallowed thickly and answered quietly, "Lie there and take it."
"Why?"
"Because I'm a fucktoy—"
Sirius slapped him across the face, Remus wincing and whimpering against the sting. Remus pouted, shifting in the confines of the ropes and waiting for his owner's next move.
"I said, 'Why?'" Sirius asked sternly again.
"Because I'm your fucktoy."
"Good boy," Sirius said, moving his hand down to his cock and slapping the head of it against Remus's swollen, saliva-slick bottom lip. "Stick out your tongue like the good whore I know you are."
Remus closed his eyes and darted out his tongue, laving it around the rolling tip of Sirius's cock moving across his mouth.
"Always so eager for cock. Before the night is up—" Sirius said, rising up on his knees, shuffling closer to Remus's lips, and pushing his cock into Remus's hot, wet mouth, "I'm going to make you cry. Really cry."
Remus whimpered, feeling the intrusive glide of the bulbous head sliding back along his tongue, pushing towards the back of his mouth, forcing his jaw wider as his lips stretched obscenely around the shaft. He peeked open his eyes at Sirius, already watering as Sirius shallowly thrust against the back of his throat, playing with his limits, making Remus gag and splutter lightly for his entertainment.
"I'm going to make you beg me for mercy. Until your throat is sore and your voice is hoarse from my cock and desperation." He gripped the post of the bedframe and angled himself further into Remus's mouth. "I'll fuck you until you cry you can't take it, and keep fucking you until you beg me not to stop—"
Remus's cheeks puffed out, spit spraying along the sides of Sirius's cock as Sirius thrust passed the barrier of his mouth and into his throat, fucking his cock deeper and grinding his hips, close and closer, until Remus's nose was buried in soft dark hair.
Sirius reached down for Remus's flexing throat, spasming and convulsing around the cock sliding so slowly inside it. He pressed his hand down and squeezed, feeling his cock moving underneath the thin barrier of Remus's skin.
Remus shuddered under him, his knees curling up and thrashing until Sirius commanded, "Take it—I said, take it, slut—"
Then he grew still, eyes squeezed tight, face reddening, until Sirius withdrew suddenly, pulling his cock out of Remus's wet mouth, spit trails following the tip as it dragged wetly down his chin.
Remus's mouth was wide, chasing his lost breaths as his chest heaved.
Sirius reached down and ran his thumb along Remus's scarred cheek, down and down until it traced the open part of Remus's lips where hot breaths spilled out.
"I'm going to ruin you." Sirius dipped his thumb into Remus's mouth, pressing down against the tip of his tongue. "And what do you say to that?"
Remus moaned around the hand in his mouth, spit pooling along the thumb against his tongue, and mumbled, "Thank you, Padfoot."