A/N: Well well well, my second Boosh slash, and its already going to be two chapters. ;D
This is a Hitcher/Vince/Piper Twins. That is, there's going to be a gang bang.
Also urinating.
Rather more drastic and mature-audience than the last one I did. Definitely.
Please take caution!
Vince Noir began the trek home. Hurriedly I might add. A man has to go when he's gotta go, though he wasn't fit to burst yet. Still, though the night was late and the area not known for particular crimes, it gave off the feeling of being a bad neighborhood. Which was the main reason he was briskly making his way home.
It was around 3 AM. The club had gone on late. Howard was too busy at the jazz festival with Lester over the weekend so he walked home alone. Without his friend...who had been acting strange as of last week, he had to amuse himself somehow out of the flat. So there he was, drinking a bit and partying, the life of the Velvet Onion as Bollo DJ'd and continued to do so after Vince left.
So tired... he thought, yawning as he went. It wasn't cold outside at least, but it was slightly not as warm enough to let him go without his jacket and the playful red scarf around his neck.
Someone wolf whistled at him.
Hah, again? Vince was used to men calling out to him, only to shut up when they realized the skinny 'lass' in the red hat, jacket and tight red jeans and boots was a man. Vince too pride in being known as 'The Confuser'.
"What a fine bird like you doin' all alone out here, boy?"
That voice...wait...
He stopped in his tracks. The tone and sound he heard was husky, a thick Cockney accent. Quite familiar, though much darker and sly than his memories of that voice.
Turning around he finally saw him leaning up against the alley across the street. The moon was full lighting the night by shimmering and reflecting off the slightly damp brick walls and the polished cobblestones and dumpsters. Shadows covered the sinister fiendish face, the only thing he could see under the dark hat was the tip of his nose and the glow of intense blue eyes, peeping through the polo.
Vince wasn't one to be frightened unless the atmosphere of the area certainly alerted him to it. Being that, despite the place he was in were abandoned dark alleys surrounded by trash and perhaps rats, it was still his city. Which made him a little bit clueless for a few minutes (a fatal mistake) about who he was dealing with.
"Not you again." He sighed and rolled his eyes. The Hitcher's frightening actions summoning evil trees and trapping them in a box were distant memories from one, two years ago. Vince was cocky, as usual.
The Hitcher only laughed quietly, but loud enough to hear across the street. His arms uncrossed and he pushed off the wall, his boots echoing their footsteps all around the quiet street, the only thing besides the sound of cars in the distance and crickets. The metallic knob of the cane glinted in the moonlight as he slowly walked, steadily, to his prone prey.
"Yes Vince, me. Again."
Vince rocked back on his heeled boots. Something was definitely wrong about this. Oh God no, he thought almost humorously in his head, to put off any legitimate fears he was having, he's going to kill me isn't he?
"Well Mr. Hitcher I'd best be runnin home now, you know, my favorite show's on tonight so I'll just pop on through eh?" He gestured, forcing a smile as he made to walk briskly.
"I'm afraid I can't let ya leave my part of the street so soon lass." The villain called out to him as his prey walked quickly forwards and away. "Boys?"
Vince looked up, eyes widening. Two men similarly dressed as The Hitcher, though quite different with licorice whiskers emerged from the shadows and headed towards him, hands at the ready to grab him. Turning Vince went to run the opposite direction but found The Hitcher was several feet behind him in his way, standing at the curbside leaning upon his cane. Unfortunately it was too long for Vince to startle to turn back around; the two men had picked up the jog into a quick dash, nearly pouncing upon him!
"Woah! Don't crowd me you...big green blokes..." This isn't good Vince! He told himself, backing up and around. Thankfully there was an alleyway behind him, perfect escape route!
"Was that meant to insult us eh?" One rasped and circled one way.
"I bet he was tryin' to brotha." The other was higher pitched and squeaked. "The Piper Twins don't like being insulted."
"No, but I don't like being attacked either!" Vince glanced back again and stumbled some more behind him in his clumsy heels. "Bye then!"
With that Vince turned on his heels and took off. While he was concerned for his own safety he still felt he could easily escape them.
Except the alleyway wasn't that long and ended with the brick wall of the behind of a building the next block.
"Awww...no...no...!" Disappointment flashed across his face, quickly replaced with a rising level of fear. He turned around only to find three villains blocking his path. The Piper's arms were spread, snickering to themselves as they advanced in. The Hitcher was in the center, head back and beaming a grin as he walked, cane in hand. No matter where he ran Vince would be in the arms of a nasty green fellow.
He moved to the left, backing up and away as they narrowed in. He passed a dumpster, running his hands to feel his way to the side wall, lightly damp and no doubt a bit dirty. The two twins honed in on their prey.
"Listen I'm just trying to get home! Don't you have some other people you could be robbing or stabbing, whatever you guys do?" His arms were raised when the twins laughed and closed the space.
"Just you tonight lass." The Hitcher mused, behind his boys. "Pin him up like a butterfly!"
"HEY! Stop! Oooohh no you don't!" Vince struggled and pushed but it was no use; he was defenseless against their thicker bodies. There was one at each arm laughing and grabbing, pulling him apart like soft bread. His young body convulsed a bit, his fingers trying to claw as they were pried apart leaving his body wide-open. With an 'oof! Ow!' he was pushed against the wall, his head hitting the brick rather quick leaving him dazed a second. A second enough that, upon shaking his head, any advantage to twist his arms free from the grimy clutches of the twins was lost.
"Now this isn't funny Mr. Hitcher." Vince eyed the villain. All he got was a wicked laugh and the tilt of the top-hatted head, the light creating hideous shadows across the geezer's face.
"Of course not lad, not yet anyways." The tone seemed merry even in that raspy voice. He stepped in now, his prey no longer struggling...yet. "I think its high time we have some fun, hmmmmm?"
The twins licked their lips, making giddy with whatever 'fun' meant.
"Of course sir, we was drinking plenty tonight!" One purred, eyeing his sibling. The mod was left to be pinned in the middle as the siblings broke out into more laughter of a sinister sort.
"Oho yes you slags..." Drawled their leader, bringing up his cane. "I think 'oward's little birdie's going to have fun with us tonight, aren't you lad?"
"...no, not really..." Vince smiled and shook his head, looking about. Still no one around. But I'm still calm, don't break a sweat Vince, its just The Hitcher again.
"I sure had lots of fun with ya boyfriend little girl." The cane was brought against Vince's face, making him flinch back. His blue eyes darted to the cane, squirming and face twitching as the cold metal knob ran up and down his nose for some...strange...reason.
"How do you mean? We haven't met since last year, at the very least! Remember when you were trying to get the Fountain of Youth? What kind of fun did you ever do to Howard?" Vince protested in between avoiding the curves of the metal prodding and pressing about his cheekbones.
"This fun was last week squire." The cane was removed from his face, but planted instead under his chin. With a small sound from Vince his head was forced up to face the villain, now quite close in front of him. "Did you find it a bit funny there was a puddle of Cockney urine all over the shop counter?"
"Wait...how did you know?"
The twins giggled, leering uncomfortably close. The witch only smiled even more, chin nearly against chin.
"Didja think Howard would just piss his pants now didja? Oh no, that wasn't it. Right when you came in he scrambled up the backstairs and changed, running out leaving a note and tellin' ya to mop up some 'spilled potions'." A tongue darted to lick his witchy lips, Vince's skin prickling at how close the man was near him.
Was he...watching? Vince guessed as he pressed away from him, trying to get as far away from the rank-smelling breath as possible.
"You found his clothes all stained and damp with urine, and money all ovah so rancid with piss you had to throw it out boy." The tone was getting darker and silkier, a strange tone almost alluring. Vince, while his face was paling and eyes widening at the truth of that awkward situation a week ago. "So therefore boy, he was naked. And that's why that little boy shaman was missin' some clothes that day."
The grin was sly, a wicked smirk as he feasted off of the confused fear of Vince's reaction, helpless before him and trapped. Vince almost coughed as The Hitcher continued to breathe on him.
"Your boyfriend was naked and covered with piss. Because I raped him."
Instead of giving the usual gasp of horror, Vince started to laugh.
"What, honestly? I'd KNOW if Howard was raped!" Snickering Vince rolled his eyes. "He was a bit scared and all, acting a bit funny but I'm not going to listen to your lies for whatever evil plot you've got worked up alright?"
The Piper Twins looked a bit confused, wondering how they could intimidate him now. The Hitcher's face appeared neutral, twitching a bit as in anger.
But he wasn't one to let himself get annoyed by a pixie-haired pipsqueak that easily.
Vince finally gasped when green gnarly fingers grabbed his chin, pushing his head up to expose his neck. His scarf was unceremoniously yanked off, choking him as he began to squirm again.
"That's not very intimidating. Help should be arriving soon..." Vince barked out, struggling his body from the pain of scarf-burn around his neck.
"There's no help for you tonight lass." The hand under his chin kept his head back so Vince couldn't see, vulnerable to a knife...
"Are you...going to kill me?" Vince was beginning to realize that, in fact, he might die very very soon. Suddenly he felt something strange against his neck...tracing along, wet from his collarbone up to his chin and hot breath from the...
That didn't feel like a knife.
"Uncle Hitcher's not gunna kill you boy, not while you have some use left..." The voice was husky, accompanied by the twins chiming in their chuckles. Whatever Vince could feel as he struggled to breathe enough, and the ripping sound of definitely a knife running down his chest cutting open his shirt, wasn't feeling like he was going to die for sure.
"W-what are you going to do then?" Vince coughed again, trying not to stammer as he forced a nervous smile. He glanced at the twins, feeling the cool spring air against his chest like the exposed belly of a dead reptile. The Twins were licking their lips, smirking as they kept pushing his arms against the wall, looking downwards at his body. "Are you going to torture me then?"
He heard a low, new laughter from The Hitcher he never heard before. It chilled him to the very spine that kept this back arched and shivering against damp brick wall. It ended when the cane clattered to the ground.
"Have ya been drinkin' boy?"
Suddenly he felt a hand grab and squeeze his package. Squeaking he flinched and bucked, yelping through gritted teeth in the odd pleasurable feeling of surprise. He still couldn't see much except most of The Hitcher's top hat, feeling no-doubt a thumb pressing and circling about to finally find the shaft of his tightly-packaged naughty bits.
"W-what? Stop! STOP! W-what are you d-doing?" Vince tried to resist, legs kicking and squirming about like an animal half-eaten by a snake; no matter how the animal would squirm, their pelvis was still stuck in the jaw. The thumb continued, a palm cupping him, pushing in a way no woman's hands would. It was definitely The Hitcher's hand molesting his little bean stalk.
"Ohohoh you have...look at ya, you definitely need to empty the bucket eh?"
Hiccuping as the sensation of needing to urinate continued, Vince winced and choked, trying not to whimper. His eyes crossed, his teeth clenched and grated against each other. He tried to knock his head against the wall, the hand that was gripping his chin now squeezing and thumbing similar circles into the flesh of his jaw and cheeks. Head-banging the back of his noggin wasn't working.
"I...don't...wanna...ruin...my pants...n-no...I don't...need to...hnngggg!" He seethed and cried out as the ministrations kicked it up a notch. His feet now were planted on the wall rather than the ground, as he realized through the throbbing waves of Piss! Piss! Piss! To his brain his pelvis had thrust into The Hitcher's hand.
"I think you just might. Show ya some lessons of humility when dealin' with the likes of me." Now the voice was pressed right against his neck! Hot breath and the vibrations of those low words tickled his neck, teasing him and sending a weird feeling through his body, quite similar to the conflicting desires the hand was suggesting as it kneaded his groin.
"I w-won't be s-scared of you...hgn...nnnnn...H-Howard?" Vince struggled to concentrate on anything besides the thought of pissing his pants. He darted his eyes around, still no sign of anyone helping him. Finally he was no longer, at least, held up by the head but his left face pushed to the wall, gasping as a hot mouth was able to latch to his neck.
Oh God...The Hitcher's necking me...I feel his tongue...HIS TONGUE!
"Mpfhg...scared...now, girlie?" Vince heard and felt the words as a tongue tasted him, teeth biting him. Wincing at the hickey he only grunted in response, trying to control his breathing. Now he still had the hand rubbing his clothed manhood and getting neck-sucked by a old green man.
"You can't resist for long little lady." Vince opened his eyes, beholding one of the twins in his face, keeping his clenching arm at bay. "You deserve this punishment fair and square you does!" It smiled, licorice-like whiskers quivering with evil excitement at his position.
The Hitcher pulled away from his throat with the pop of his lips, admiring the several neck wounds he sucked to a reddish purple. His prey squirmed about still, his body jumping now at every caress of his hand. His head was pressed against the brick, eyes crossed or shut as he breathed and tried to calm down.
Don't wet your pants. Don't wet your pants. Don't wet your pants.
"I smell your fear...I feel it...squirming in the palm of my hand..." He pressed it further, rhythmically pushing the slightly-hard bundle in his dirty hand. His mouth licked the pale collarbone, nipping at it before suckling the other side of the boy's throat now. His prey moaned pitifully, crying out loudly with each continuing rubbing circle he did to press his bladder.
Don't. Wet. Your. Pants. Don't. Wet. Your. Pants. Don't...w-wet...y-your...pants...
"I can't wait till boss is through with ya." The other twin drooled in his ear. Soon Vince realized that all three of them were crowded all around him fairly intimate, strange new hands on him, at his chest fumbling about to pull his jacket apart to touch him. The overwhelming scent of three different male body odors assaulted him, overpowering with the taste of man sweat on his gasping tongue. Not to mention the other tongue upon him, and another hand slipping into his pants, to his behind to...
"AHH!"
His voice cracked at the scream, almost pissing himself right then and there. He must have been a flustered sight to see, blue eyes open and face red as the finger shoved its way deep inside. Some hand out of the many, he couldn't count in his delirious state, was in his pants, loosened his belt and shoving a dry finger up his tightness.
"I c-can't relieve myself i-in front of you...!" Vince protested, squirming as his body was crushed by the woolen jacket of The Hitcher. He even felt the warmth of his body, felt the warmth of the hand abusing his hole, pain and stinging and thrusting into his flesh. His legs shut and squirmed together, thrusting and writhing which only made it worse to his pelvic muscles.
"You will Vince-y boy. You will."
He opened his eyes a crack, wishing he didn't see how close the witch's face was. Green nose pressed against his, a white polo and two vile eyes, blue like a stormy ocean looking at him, absorbing his suffering as he helplessly writhed between wall and his hands. The twins were close in as well, right at his shoulders, keeping Vince upright against the wall through the whole thing while they leered at him, images of rape dancing in their heads.
D-d-d-don't...w-wet...your...p-pants...oh...oh...n-no...
Maybe being cut up and bleeding would have been better than this.
He was suddenly kissed by The Hitcher. Green against peach. His cheek was molested by a bit green nose nuzzling about and the sharp exhale of breath from them both. The little man cried into the mouth as his chest fluttered, sweat dripped and the finger wriggling inside him shoved even deeper.
"Mfpfh..fhfh...!"
No...NO!
"Thats it boy, let it out." The demon huskily exclaimed, moving back in with eyes lidded, tonguing him. Vince could barely register the taste of liquor and the texture of mouth because of what just happened during the distracting kiss.
"Mphfff...MPHFFFFFFFFFFF!"
The tension building in his body let go with one strong and slow move of the hand cupping his sex.
"I love the good feel of damp princess-pants in the morning!" He pulled away from the kiss, panting and leering with triumph as Vince wet himself. The finger withdrew making Vince gasp and shake, unable to stop the badly-needed stream staining his pants and running down his pant leg.
Whimpering the Piper Twins laughed, letting go of his arms as he leaned back, legs spread as he succumbed to the strange pleasure of urinating. His hands pressed clammy against the brick, his whole body shaking as he was unable to control the panting moans he just uttered, arched and humiliated. The clothing was soaking it up like a paper towel. Well, The Hitcher was too.
He was crushed again by the dastardly villain. His eyes were closed, head hung now resting against itchy black wool and a scarf as something warm ground and kneaded against his leaking manhood trapped in wet pants. He soon realized it was grinding him, kneading and pressing against his wet crotch that was still streaming liquid. The breathless, soft moan he heard seemed unreal to have belonged to The Hitcher. But it certainly did.
H-he...gets off...on it...the sick fuck...hnngg...
All too soon he felt more in control, dizzy a bit at the relief of relieving. As soon as he finished he slumped back and over to the ground, sitting spread and chest freezing to the air. The man in black and red stood over him, not minding his own pronounced groin-area damp with urine. The Hitcher wasn't one to mind that at all. Not. At. All.
Grinning, satisfied, the man in black proceeded to laugh. A low triumphant one, the kind you would hear in some cheesy scene in a perilous cartoon from the main villain, heckled by his two henchmen.
"Ahhh look at him boss, the little whelp's scwared!"
"Did widdle Vincey-Wincy wet his pantsy-wantsies?"
"Maybe he's gunna cry, like the little girl he is!"
"Have at him boys, I'll set up the dumpster." The Hitcher barked after his bout of laughter, turning on his heel and striding to the dumpster across from them.
"M-my pants...you...I..."
This is horrible. He thought. I feel like I...was raped...and my clothing...probably ruined! I love this shirt...
He was too lost in his own despair to really notice their taunting words. He just felt miserable now his wet pants were getting colder by the minute, the warmth dissipating. Even the thought of why it was warm was starting to make Vince sick.
He got sicker.
Suddenly two sprays of urine were hitting him in the chest. His shirt was ripped open and jacket unbuttoned, so that when he sat there gasping and sitting in his own urine he was a prime target. The two twins had crowded around, urinating on him.
It took a second or two for Vince to realize what was going on.
"...eekk! H-hey!" He gasped and tried to cover his yellow-spattered chest with his arms, but they peed on them too. His boots with their heels didn't help him as his legs started to skitter across the wet pavement he was sitting on to get up, and the urine was now hitting him in the face.
They're peeing on me! THEY'RE PEEING ON ME!
He sputtered and shut his eyes trying not to drown or drink any of it. His mouth open to scream was now trying to shut, gasping to breathe as the warm liquids basically hosed down his body, wetting him, urinating on the outfit he so loved. He tasted it even when it would splatter to his tongue. Hot and salty.
They finally stopped wetting his face, concentrating on his stomach. He was able to gasp and shake the urine from his eyes, still on the ground helpless. He watched between the two as The Hitcher pushed a musty old mattress into the dumpster...
Why is he...
Vince got the idea when the urination stopped and they still had their dicks out. They moved in, closing the circle.
He also got the idea why he didn't make it to stand up. He was distracted, more than just being pissed on but this aching feeling that still was in his pants, not like he had to piss but...
...oh no..."...no...oh..."
"Take it little whelp, it needs to be cleaned!" Their green meats waved in his face. He cringed back, gawking and staring. Never had he ever thought to see another man's genitals so close to his face, and at least not by two nasty men with licorice whiskers...dicks the color of mold and jell-o.
Just when he was about to say 'no' his words came out different. The other grabbed his damp locks of hair and shoved his mouth unto his cock, choking the words. It turned into a muffled scream upon tasting warm salty flesh shoved into his mouth.
Biting it he was smacked on the side of the head by the other, without at least giving the one a howl of pain.
"Oww! My c-cockney!" He said, clutching his abused junk.
"What's going on here?"
Vince was yanked again by his hair, gasping and recovering from the hard near-punch to the bone to his face. He was looking up at The Hitcher, glaring down at him after seeing one of his boy's hobbling about with a bitten wiener.
"He bit my brotha boss!" The twin shaking his brain by vigorously rattling his skull by his shaggy hair didn't help him even more.
"Fiesty little thing still? I think you need to use more force. Its not like ya want him to suck a bit daintily, hmm? It ain't a silver spoon he's lickin' paste off now"
"No boss." The Twin smiled, beaming. "I'll do better."
"F-fuck off!"
"Stuff his mouth Piper." The Hitcher snickered, eyebrows waggling with amusement.
"You spoke out of turn lad." Grabbing his 'dagger' he aimed and forcefully pressed it against Vince's unrelenting face. "Open up or I'll hit ya again!" Vince shut his eyes and mouth, and soon his nose; it smelled musky and sweaty, disgusting and something he'd liken the taste of damp rotting moss in a puddle at the locker room.
"That's the spirit boy, threaten 'im!" He laughed again, watching Vince's attempts to still avoid the erection being prodded against his face. "And if that don't work, plug his nose. That'll open him up fer sure."
NO! His nose was shut by slimy green fingers clasping shut. Eye open he blinked, realizing that to breathe would be certain doom. The hot fleshy object was smearing all over his lips. It pressed against his gritted teeth, and all too soon with his whimpers to breathe he was even cross-eyed again from lack of air. Turning red, then blue...His hands shot up to claw the arm, the legs, the hips of the twin denying his oxygen and the freedom to not suck a dick, but he didn't count on The Hitcher being that helpful to his henchman trying to get a blowjob.
"Mmm, not yet sparkle-boy..." The Hitcher clicked his tongue and grabbed his wrists, pulling them up over his head. He still couldn't breathe, having trouble trying to squirm about on his knees to free his hands. Because of this distraction, making him appear like a wet fish on a hook, his mouth sadly opened.
Then it closed around something warm and...
"MPHF! MMMFH! UGHF! UNGFH!" His head was slammed against the wall, dazing him yet again allowing the cock to move in. Instinctively his mouth closed around it, groaning in the bit of pain as the piper pleased himself with dominating the man by momentarily crushing him against bricks and hips.
"Look at him boss, takin' it like a twiggy winkle!" The suck-ee laughed and cradled Vince's head in both hands thrusting his head up and down. Vince's protests grew louder and louder at the sensation of hot flesh at the back of this throat and mouth tissues.
"Ya doin' well boy, but better keep it up. He might claw ya like Guinea Fowl in matin' season, if ya know what I mean."
"Yes boss! ….oh...ung...damn, bosssss..."
"Mphffff! Mmfh...hnggg...hgnf!" He didn't know where to look; straight down the barrel into the dark shadowed groin of the twin, the fabric of the man's long sleeved shirt or above it to lock eyes with the evil eyed enemy intently watching his cheeks stuffed with an erratically thrusting penis. His arms were dropped, making him a bit off balanced on the knees. His scalp hurt again when the twin yanked his head up more, moving his mouth back and forth, back and forth by the hair. Wincing it felt even more miserable. His eyes shut trying not to cry, hands flailing about, grabbing something warm but it was something, frightened of those beady blue eyes watching him and a disgusting man in a bowler hat shoving his...
Frightened? Yes I suppose I am...mpfh...no! Don't suck! Its just what they want!
"Suck it harder you faggot!" The other barked, busy wanking off just a few meters away from his face. Vince knew, because he peeked, saw, paled and whined. His mouth was almost giving in, seeming to suck the flesh offered into his mouth...
"Ya sure ya haven't done this before boy?" The monster teased, sniggering and leaning down. Vince averted his eyes away from the large schnoz almost in his face, even if where his own face was was in the groin of another man. Grunting like dirty animal.
Don't look at him. Just don't. Don't.
"Look at how he dresses boss, like a slut. I bet he wanted to do this for a loooong time...hng! Aww BLOODY hell boss!"
"What a good slut he is boys. I think we'll be bothering him forevah if he sucks ya so good. Isn't that right Vince?"
Vince felt a hand on his back, pushing him forward. Choking from the extra cock shoved into his mouth he realized that whatever he was holding and clawing unto was the twin's legs and hips. He was gripping the fabric and thighs to stop from falling over flat on his face. Even worse now, feet up and knees starting to ache, his lips were no doubt resting on pubic hair. He didn't even know if it was a good or bad thing he had little gag reflex. Considering the man was now fucking his face, he was glad. He didn't feel so much like vomiting now, just gagging and making horking sounds while the man vigorously thrust in and out of his mouth.
"Harder boy. Like ya eating noodles in ya soup. Suck it riiight on down." The words hissed loudly into his ear making his body revolt. It was the same husky, sexual tone from minutes earlier. Fear and shame was already clenching his heart, being forced to give a blowjob and wetting his pants but now a weirder fear went through his system.
"He's not boss, but his tongue's lost control!"
"Give em' to me when ya done brotha." The fleshy sounds of his fapping grew louder. Vince could even hear him panting like a dog above him, waiting for his turn. "I've gotta punish the bitch, personally!"
"Practice Vincey, practice!" Vince whimpered, mouth starting to hurt from not getting a breathing break. He looked up at the speaking pea-green devil, only to feel his gut churn again and heat flush all over. Looking down and away though his eyes rested with the fingerless hands of The Hitcher...kneading his own crotch, definitely aroused by his suffering.
"You gotta suck it now, methodically. Use your tongue, tease him."
Vince shook and felt like now he was going to cry. He didn't know whether he should still fight or not...
"I'll be mighty pissed off you little bastard if ya won't be doin' it right when I get to ya."
He shivered at the dangerous growl. Tears welled up in his eyes as he hooked his fingers into the belt of the twin, bobbing his head willingly to suckle the 'tasty' treat.
"Hng! I...urk...Oh mammy..."
The Hitcher grinned even bigger, his yellowed teeth set in an open grin.
"Uncle Hitcher likes this." He continued thumbing his own package, aroused by the sight of Vince starting to get the hint. He was crying now, sniffling and sucking, trying to breathe. Crying seemed to make it worse though, sucking him and his own drainage, nose dripping pitifully.
"Yes, I like this a lot boy. Rainin' tears all over the place."
Howard mustn't see this. Even if he's coming to save me right now. He mustn't. Not like this.
"Boss I'm gunna...he's...oh...OH! OHH! I'M A COCKNEY!"
Weakling that he was he came all too quickly from just the little cooperation from wet shivering Vince. Squealing Vince took a good jerk of salty paste into his mouth. The knowledge that it was Cockney cum in his mouth and some down his throat was enough for him to pull away and spit it out, hacking and almost collapsing to cough up the salty flavor. It was like the ocean. An ocean made of salt and milk and glue.
"My turn boss! I wanna have a go!"
He hunched over on his hands, gasping and still spitting, wincing. He only had time to wipe his nose on his sleeve before another pair of green hands grabbed and yanked him back, thrusting his face into the awaiting crotch of the next Piper Twin.
"No pleasepleaseplease not again...!" Breathless and humiliated his panting mouth was stuffed yet again, a familiar tasting object.
"I want ya to look like a fish on a hook boy, wriggling in the muddy waters around him." The Hitcher encouraged with a jolly ol' bellow, watching the other piper more ruthlessly thrust into his mouth.
"Mpfhfh!" He responded, shutting his eyes and taking it. His throat and mouth was once again abused, this time harder. Of course it was rather encouraged by his sucking, which he now stopped, choking.
"Come on then you slag! Give us some pullin'!" The twin hit him on the back of his head, making him see stars and swoon. Shaking again he gave in, finishing his job still on hurting knees.
"Much better, muuuuch better."
OhGodohGodohGodoh...
"Turnin' me on right well boy. Watchin' ya work your mouth like a whore."
Dirty words hissed above, leaden with lust. Vince had to continue, had to keep on doing it 'right', or his head might get hit again and again and again. His skull already felt rattled enough as he bobbed it, crying, mingling with the last residuals of urine on his cheeks.
"Hgngfff...unghf...un...unfhg..." Vince found his vocal chords lost control. So did his brain. It was repetition, sucking up and down, straining his tongue, gulping and making lewd noises while he tried his best. The Hitcher noticed his state of mind, hearing it as well of course.
"B-boss its b-better than a laydeeeeee..." The twin groaned and leaned over, whiskers quivering with pleasure as he steadied himself against the wall. Vince was now taking him deeper into his mouth, sucking and letting the man thrust in and out, in and out of the suckling slurping orfice. Vince took it all, hands on the ground or his knees, shaking as he forced himself to suck the hot manhood.
He lost track of the time. He didn't know how long he tongue and sucked around the medium-sized cock but eventually the twin came, splurting into his cheeks. He was about to spit but the twin's dirty little fingers grabbed him by the jaw.
"Swallow..." The twin panted, almost falling where he stood.
The taste, now bearable more being he was tasting it for several minutes already and unable to turn away, he gulped it down, forcing the salty spunk into his gullet. Once done he pulled away breathing and coughing again, hoping he wouldn't...
"Ahg! Ah!" Wincing he was dragged to his feet and shoved against the wall again. It felt like his body was used to be pushed and hair being yanked. It felt like his mouth, numb and feeling dirty, salty and slimy was feeling used to abuse from a fleshy object. He didn't fight it this time when The Hitcher kissed him again. His mouth was limp and open from the slimy tongue to taste, spitting saliva inside like a dumpster for sexual filth. Worse his legs felt relieved he wasn't on his knees now, crushed against the wall on his two good feet. Still shaking in his boots, feeling like he would fall again.
For a strange reason, despite this suffering he was going through, he wanted more things into his mouth. He wanted to feel this strange bliss. It was...something new, he thought, while the villain laughed and mentioned something about how good it was to taste his little harlot's dirty mouth.
All too soon he fell to his knees again, breathing heavily, feeling delirious and despairing in his stomach...warmth in his gut, his pants...
...wh...what...I...
"I know you're glad my boys warmed you up. Made you more...complacent." The demonic Cockney looked even more intimidating at the angle Vince looked from: on his knees, tilting his head up to look, sniffling a bit. His hat casted darkness over his face, making him appear more hideous than usual. Or maybe it was his vision, his feelings of weakness that was making him scarier, more...dominating. Vince was getting lost in the two beady eyes shivering with the increased terror when he was distracted by the sound of the zipper. Looking down he found that whatever he had previous in his mouth was insignificant to the size of The Hitcher.
"Do it slowly now." The Hitcher had his cane, running the knob up and down his slumped slouched spine. The cold sent chills that went straight down to his groin, making everything achy and uncomfortable. "Us ya filthy tongue, strumpet."
"I...unfgh..."
Vince barely realized it himself, but too late. He felt an incredible surge of fear and compliance, sticking his tongue out before he could even finish what he was trying to say. He didn't even remember, he already forgot it. The hard pressure of the cane at his back, stroking him, the metal tingling his body was making things even worse. It was clearly abuse, clearly to his tongue around him like a sucker, clearly to his body being touched by cold metal. But yet what could he do? What could I have done? They would kill me...so I...I have to...
"Boss..." The Twins jaws dropped, always amazed at how well The Hitcher was able to break a man so far.
"The little bird's hungry he is." The Hitcher laughed quietly, snaking a hand into the damp hair of Vince's head. Moaning Vince continued, 'ungh' and 'slurpppp' sounds making the 'eel' glisten in the moonlight. "See boys? With enough force you can scare anyone into being a pitiful little wretch. Even a lion, but mind ya...u...uh...oh...I'm not one fer lions..."
Pitiful. Little. Wretch. The words rung out in his head making things feel even funnier. What's going on? He thought as he sucked, tonguing the thicker erection around in his mouth, his hand grasping the wet flesh. This should be BAD feelings...bad...bad...
But...he whimpered and took it further into his mouth, bobbing like a wet goth parrot. Its making me hard...
His eyes shot open when he realized his hand was down there cupping his own groin the whole time. He shot his hand away and spat out the swollen dick, looking absently away with horror.
OH MY "..God...!"
"Why don't you unzip yerself boy?"
"W-what?" His voice was a mere squeak, mouth loose from trying not to teethe their cocks for the past several minutes.
The cane lowered, tapping against his bulging crotch. He squeaked again, the shock being pleasure. It continued, throbbing as the cane continued to prod and stroke.
"No..."
"Suit yourself. We'll see boy."
Holding the back of his head The Hitcher thrust himself back into Vince's mouth. He took it, sucking immediately, but the tears were coming back as the cane continued to tease his package. It felt so wrong, so bad, yet so right...the teasing, prodding cane, mutually stimulating him as he stimulated the cane's master. The hand in his hair massaged his scalp, rewarding Vince thought as he sucked the tip of the flesh, bobbing about at a somewhat decent pace. He tried to just concentrate on his mouth muscles and tongue, gulping and sucking no matter how loud the noises he made. Except the whimpering ones. Because the cane was tapping rather quickly. Far too...quickly...
He shuddered and forced his eyes open, looking up at The Hitcher's pleasure face. All grinning a bit, his mouth open, a laugh from the back of his throat at the sight of blushing and whimpering Vince on his cock.
The bastard's tryi...trying... "Nghgh...nnn...mphf!" to get me to...oh no...no you don't...
The rhythm was insistent. All The Hitcher needed to do was flick his wrist and hand, like handling chopsticks at high-speed or drumming a solo. It pushed occasionally up and down, finding the erect shaft of his cocksucker with the now-warm metal tip. It was distracting Vince, distracting his mouth when his pelvis moved and flexed, his legs unconsciously spreading, moaning around the dick.
The pleasure was growing further and further. Through his body he felt warm and electric. Sweaty even. His head throbbed more with the current pleasure through his spine than the hits to his head or the cock-head brushing against his tonsils. His hands clung to the hips of The Hitcher, gripping flesh and pants as he worked even harder. His hips had a mind of their own. His mind was melting like pudding. His cock was aching to be touched even more.
"I'd get more use outta ya this way boy since I'm not skullfuckin' you." The Hitcher coughed after he moaned his words, drawling them as he slowly thrust in and out of Vince's slobbering mouth. Vince grabbed himself, rubbing and nearly keeling over. A quick scratch of his head and a warning growl however brought him back to his senses: senses to serve The Hitcher's need. "...ahh...that's better...can't let ya enjoy this too much hmm?"
Vince hadn't realized his hands had been lulled into a natural instinct. He had blocked out the sound of unzipping his wet leopard pants, the act of pushing the fly apart, the feel of his manhood in the air, a hand wrapped and pumping, pumping hard, much better than a cane. It made it even better as he moaned and sucked, his body in rhythm. The Hitcher even began to match it, gyrating his hips in time, pausing only for Vince's licks around his groin and sack buried in his dirty red pants.
"...mmhmm...yes...that's it...suck 'em ya filthy kitty..."
"Boss...he's a slut...!"
"Not surprisin' boys. He's been a bit pent-up the little bum-boy hasn't he?"
"Didn't expect, no sir..." They stammered, horny again. "He was puttin' up a real good fight, didn't think he'd break!"
The naughty Noir, well not fully realizing how naughty he was, licked back up the underside before going back down, throat perfectly relaxed as he took the whole thing. His knees shook not with aching on the hard cobblestones but the fire growing in his groin, his hand moving faster and faster and faster...
He started to choke again and shut his eyes when The Hitcher dropped his cane and grabbed his hair, pulling his head as close as possible. Vince's throat, abused and used let him fuck his skull, the dark man huffing and slightly drooling as he thrusted. Vince's body shook as the man's knees bent, taking advantage of the hot mouth and tongue to finish off. His eyes shut as he took it all in, his fingers thumbing his own as the thick meat barraged his awaiting mouth. Scalp tingling from his hair being pulled. Nose flaring, sucking in air. Ears hearing his own 'uk! Ukk! Gurk!' and The Hitcher's 'Ergh! Ffffuck!' and grunts. Vince's mind and body feeling numb and electric, feeling and unfeeling at the same time.
With a gruff moan the villain shut his eyes, stopping his labored breathing to bite his lip and groan again, a final thrust deep into Vince's mouth. Seed splurted out of Vince's mouth even, the cock still there making it hard for Vince to swallow it down. Gulping, his hair still pulled from the kneading hands of The Hitcher, he swallowed all of it. The Hitcher sighed and pulled out of Vince's limp mouth, dripping with saliva and cum.
"...mm...boy..." The Hitcher licked his lips as he panted, swaying a little where he stood. "Lick it clean now, don't want to waste it..."
He turned his droopy eyes to the organ. Stretching his tired tongue he forced himself to suck and clean it. Vince had long gotten used to the salty taste, swallowing this cum-saturated saliva down.
He finally looked up at the villain. The hat still cast the wicked fiend's face in shadow, making him look dark and beastly as he panted. He smiled though, looking far more excited than before.
My mouth...ugrgh...throat... Vince noticed how limp his jaw felt, his lips starting to burn a little. He didn't even wipe the drool from his sleeve, letting himself drip a little from his swollen lip.
Now that he wasn't distracted from being fucked in the face, he was realizing why he was aching on his knees.
Ah... He looked down at his own erection. Rock hard, throbbing in his palm. Paling he realized...
He won...
A/N: Second chapter coming up eventually. Things then get a little intense to finish off in that afore-mentioned dumpster.
Stay tuned!
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