These stories just get progressively worse, don't they, man?

A sort of 'what if' thing, about if the Storm Hawks failed, and Cyclonia took over.. Poor Aerrow..

..Why do i fiond this to be so unbelievably arousing, instead of depressing and bad like it is?

Rated M for blowjob dirtnyess and emo and evil and shit.

Rape. It's not /too/ explicit, but it's damn bad enough to merit an AUGH factor.

You have been warned.


Silent tears trickled down the teens' cheeks as he dutifully, and a little forcedly, bobbed his head up and down, sucking slow and hard. As he forced himself to swallow the hot, slippery cum that burst into his mouth, he choked back a sob, squeezing his eyes shut tighter than they already were. How could this have happened, and why did it have to be him?

"Look up at me and smile, Aerrow." Pulling back gratefully, he bit his lip as he gazed up at the sadistically triumphant smile of the man who he now belonged to. Despite everything he believed in and once stood for, he would have gladly switched places with anyone right now, even one of his friends, if only to get away from this- he did not deserve this.

It had all but been a freak accident to start with- a simple run-in like always, one careless move, and Ace had taken his opportunity to knock Aerrow clean out and haul him off before his friends could get anywhere near him. Aerrow woke up a few hours later shackled, stripped to his underwear, wet, cold, a mightily throbbing headache, and with a trail of dry blood running from his left ear where Ace had taken his chance to hit him.

After being left presumably to rot in a far-down dungeon, and waiting ever hopefully for his friends to rescue him for a whole of five months, Aerrow had started to lose a little hope, but that was when Ace himself strode in and hurled a tattered strip of bloody fabric at him, turned, and walked out.

Snatching the pathetic cloth up, Aerrow stared at it for all of three seconds before screaming like a wild animal- it was Piper's shirt, and the blood was fresh, even still warm. It sort of went downhill from there..

No more wise cracks at the guards or hope for his team coming to get him- all he could wonder was if his team was still even alive, and, squeezing Piper's stiff, tattered and bloodied shirt, he very much doubted they were. He just sat and waited for food, for water, for sleep, for death..

Not long after, as more and more Sky Knights were hauled into the prisons, word on the grapevine was that Cyclonia now ruled more than 70 of Atmos, and the Sky Knight council was gone.

He had failed. One careless mistake had taken everything from him, from his friends, from Atmos.. This was his punishment- to live with the guilt for the rest of his life as a whipping boy and sex slave to the bastards he once fought... To give Ace his daily blowjob on his hands and knees like some pathetic little slut while the sadist smirked down at him, gloating about his oh-so-successful takedown of Atmos at the command of his master..

Aerrow looked up, bit his lip as he gazed up at the sadistically triumphant smile of the man who he now belonged to, and smiled. He smiled so hard it hurt his fucking face and neck and teeth, and he smiled until tears streamed down his cheeks, and then sat there smiling up at the man who owned him until he was sent away, to go give complimentary blowjobs to whoever else felt big and bad enough to have a broken sky knight suck his dick.

Aerrow smiled.


Christ, this one's so.. Jeezus. R&R, my friends..