Peridot Eyes
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,247
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Peridot Eyes
Totally origional. Warnings in the summary.
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The man let his eyes rake over the boy's body, undressing him as he went. He couldn't help the shiver that ran up his spine as he undressed the slim boy, thinking of porcilen skin, soft as silk and so warm. The smaller boy, Leo, felt uneasy under the older man's gaze, painfully aware of how vulnerable he was, tied up and dressed in torn clothing. There really were no perks to being a slave. . . .
The man turned to the auctioneer and told him he'd like to buy "the child with peridot eyes". In a flash, Leo found himself dragged away from the post, the man holding him tightly by his arm. Moments later, the boy found himself in the back of the man's cart, his wrists and ankles tied up and a blindfold over his eyes. Somehow, he couldn't find himself overjoyed at leaving the "care" of the auctioneer.
He let his fingers brush over the soft skin of Leo's cheek. The child was smaller than him by two heads, with spiky black hair and large pale green eyes, screaming inoccence and fear. A sick, lustful smile spread across his face as he pictured the small body tied up, sweaty and screaming his name as he pumped into his peitet form.
His lips crushed against the soft pedals of the child's lips. Leo's body stiffened, shocked and frightened by the older man's action. Rough, caloused hands ran up the lithe body, lifting his poor excuse of a shirt up. The boy gasped as his assulter's thumbs brushed against his niples. He took advantage of Leo's open mouth and slipped his tongue between his teeth and explored the moist caveron of the child's mouth.
Two shirts were discarded, followed by shoes. The man's hand's roamed all over the starved body, feeling every inch of exposed skin, as well as most of his ribs. Leo wanted to cry, to push his tormenter away. He couldn't understand what was happening, why he was being touched like he was. Hands traveled south, slipping beneath his pants and to his shaft and ass. Leo whimpered at the touch and tried to pull away. Horny and impatient, the larger man simply smaked the back of his head before reverting back to molesting him. Leo felt tears prickle at the back of his eyes, but he didn't whipe them away or try to move out of the man's grasp.
Leo suddenly found himself pressed into a matress, the man's heavy, naked body above him. His own body was just as bare, but he could barely tell with the hot limbs and torso pressed over his skin. They'd broken the kiss, the molester's tongue licking his ear and kissing his neck instead. His mind was cloudy, unable to comprehend what was going on, so much so that he didn't feel a hand reach down his body to his opening. The kisses got hotter and Leo's cries got louder, his body unable to listen to his mind, which knew, barely, that this was wrong.
The man's index finger was shoved into the boy's entrence, entering the moist tunnel that would soon be stuffed with his own large member. The tiny body beneath him winced and a hiss of pain was released from the child's mouth. Ignoring it, the man kept adding fingers, widening the boy's hole so that no blood would stain his bed. He didn't bother to make the pain lessen for the recevent, the boy's comfort was not his concern and he doubted he'd have to repeat this after the first week.
He couldn't wait anymore. With one hand supporting him, the man lifted the lower half of Leo's body, positioning his shaft and thrusting into him. He went all the way to the hilt, feeling the muscles tighten around his hardness as the boy's body stiffened at the intrusion. Small hands gripped the blankets despretly at the sudden advance on the man's part.
The boy felt stuffed, and it hurt. There was no other way to say it. The man's thing was huge and he hadn't been prepared enough to handle it. He wanted to scream out in pain, but his mouth was dry and he was afraid of what the man might do if he spoke.
Slowly at first, he pulled himself out just to the tip and thrust back in. But as he went, he moved faster and was soon pounding relentlessly into the lithe body beneath him. Sweat dripped onto Leo's body as it got more intense and rough, blood dripping out of his opening. Care to the child's body was ignored as the man's lust grew and the need to release filled his mind. His movements were irratic and sharp, ripping the sensitive tissue of his insides and tearing screams from Leo's throat. His wails fell on deaf ears.
Finally, he released. Leo felt the liquid like acid within him, mingling with blood. The man pulled himself out and collapsed onto the shivering child. His ran a hand through the boy's hair, faintly noticing the flinch it brought. Leo was shaken, cold, and hurt. His lower body felt like it was on fire and the sensation of liquid coming out of him unnaturally was uncomfortable to say the least.
"Good boy," murmered the man thickly in his ear before getting off him. He cleaned himself and redressed, leaving the boy on the bed. Before leaving the room, he said, "Get dressed and get out." Tears blured Leo's vision, sobs rising in his throat even before the door closed behind the man.
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Yeah, this is a crack piece. I just wanted to know if I could do it. If you enjoyed it, great; if you didn't, well, you have my "sincerest" apologies.
O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O
The man let his eyes rake over the boy's body, undressing him as he went. He couldn't help the shiver that ran up his spine as he undressed the slim boy, thinking of porcilen skin, soft as silk and so warm. The smaller boy, Leo, felt uneasy under the older man's gaze, painfully aware of how vulnerable he was, tied up and dressed in torn clothing. There really were no perks to being a slave. . . .
The man turned to the auctioneer and told him he'd like to buy "the child with peridot eyes". In a flash, Leo found himself dragged away from the post, the man holding him tightly by his arm. Moments later, the boy found himself in the back of the man's cart, his wrists and ankles tied up and a blindfold over his eyes. Somehow, he couldn't find himself overjoyed at leaving the "care" of the auctioneer.
He let his fingers brush over the soft skin of Leo's cheek. The child was smaller than him by two heads, with spiky black hair and large pale green eyes, screaming inoccence and fear. A sick, lustful smile spread across his face as he pictured the small body tied up, sweaty and screaming his name as he pumped into his peitet form.
His lips crushed against the soft pedals of the child's lips. Leo's body stiffened, shocked and frightened by the older man's action. Rough, caloused hands ran up the lithe body, lifting his poor excuse of a shirt up. The boy gasped as his assulter's thumbs brushed against his niples. He took advantage of Leo's open mouth and slipped his tongue between his teeth and explored the moist caveron of the child's mouth.
Two shirts were discarded, followed by shoes. The man's hand's roamed all over the starved body, feeling every inch of exposed skin, as well as most of his ribs. Leo wanted to cry, to push his tormenter away. He couldn't understand what was happening, why he was being touched like he was. Hands traveled south, slipping beneath his pants and to his shaft and ass. Leo whimpered at the touch and tried to pull away. Horny and impatient, the larger man simply smaked the back of his head before reverting back to molesting him. Leo felt tears prickle at the back of his eyes, but he didn't whipe them away or try to move out of the man's grasp.
Leo suddenly found himself pressed into a matress, the man's heavy, naked body above him. His own body was just as bare, but he could barely tell with the hot limbs and torso pressed over his skin. They'd broken the kiss, the molester's tongue licking his ear and kissing his neck instead. His mind was cloudy, unable to comprehend what was going on, so much so that he didn't feel a hand reach down his body to his opening. The kisses got hotter and Leo's cries got louder, his body unable to listen to his mind, which knew, barely, that this was wrong.
The man's index finger was shoved into the boy's entrence, entering the moist tunnel that would soon be stuffed with his own large member. The tiny body beneath him winced and a hiss of pain was released from the child's mouth. Ignoring it, the man kept adding fingers, widening the boy's hole so that no blood would stain his bed. He didn't bother to make the pain lessen for the recevent, the boy's comfort was not his concern and he doubted he'd have to repeat this after the first week.
He couldn't wait anymore. With one hand supporting him, the man lifted the lower half of Leo's body, positioning his shaft and thrusting into him. He went all the way to the hilt, feeling the muscles tighten around his hardness as the boy's body stiffened at the intrusion. Small hands gripped the blankets despretly at the sudden advance on the man's part.
The boy felt stuffed, and it hurt. There was no other way to say it. The man's thing was huge and he hadn't been prepared enough to handle it. He wanted to scream out in pain, but his mouth was dry and he was afraid of what the man might do if he spoke.
Slowly at first, he pulled himself out just to the tip and thrust back in. But as he went, he moved faster and was soon pounding relentlessly into the lithe body beneath him. Sweat dripped onto Leo's body as it got more intense and rough, blood dripping out of his opening. Care to the child's body was ignored as the man's lust grew and the need to release filled his mind. His movements were irratic and sharp, ripping the sensitive tissue of his insides and tearing screams from Leo's throat. His wails fell on deaf ears.
Finally, he released. Leo felt the liquid like acid within him, mingling with blood. The man pulled himself out and collapsed onto the shivering child. His ran a hand through the boy's hair, faintly noticing the flinch it brought. Leo was shaken, cold, and hurt. His lower body felt like it was on fire and the sensation of liquid coming out of him unnaturally was uncomfortable to say the least.
"Good boy," murmered the man thickly in his ear before getting off him. He cleaned himself and redressed, leaving the boy on the bed. Before leaving the room, he said, "Get dressed and get out." Tears blured Leo's vision, sobs rising in his throat even before the door closed behind the man.
O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O
Yeah, this is a crack piece. I just wanted to know if I could do it. If you enjoyed it, great; if you didn't, well, you have my "sincerest" apologies.