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Warning: Mature content, some strong language, some blood/gore, violence, abuse, gay sexual content, rape, (a little shadow tentacle bondage), acts of sodomy, some torture
Corruption of evil
Chapter 2: Drag me down:
Pitch woke up, on the bed, bandaged. Not daring to sit up, he turned his head to look around. He noticed that, kneeling on the floor with his head resting on crossed arms on the side of the bed beside him, was Jack, fast asleep. Pitch reached out a hand and wound his fingers through soft snow-white hair, provoking a noise from the boy who's eyes started to flutter open. Pitch moved his hand away, placing it back by his side. Jack woke up and lifted his head slowly.
"hmm... Pitch? You're awake?"
"...Yes."
"You had me worried there." He said with a soft smile.
"Oh?"
"Yeah, you suddenly collapsed. Though I'm not surprised really... Mind telling me what you, I'd say we but I was being carried like a girl... were running away from so frantically before?" Pitch looked away.
"Stray nightmares?" Pitch didn't respond in any way, Jack sighed.
"I'm guessing whatever it was can't get in here."
"We should be safe in here." Pitch said quietly.
"Does it hurt a lot?"
"I'll be fine."
"..."
"Where did you get..."
"The bandages?" Jack pointed at the little black rabbit in the corner of the room.
"He brought them. At least some of your nightmares chose to stay by your side. These three seem quite fond of you." He said looking over at the two nightmare horses guarding the door and then back at the nightmare rabbit, who came over and jumped on the bed beside it's master.
"Though I've gotta say, I'm curious, this is the first I've seen of your nightmares that isn't... well, a mare."
"This one is... special. He is not the same as the others." Pitch proceeded to give it some well deserved affection and stroked its shadowy fur.
"Thank you. And thank you too, Jack. After what I did before, and all the things I have done in the past, I did not think you would be so kind as to do this." he gestures to his bandaged torso.
"Well... I wasn't going to just let you rot on the floor. And it's not like you tried to kill me or anything." Pitch turned his gaze back to Jack. He just stared at him until Jack couldn't take it anymore.
"What?" He reached out and took a hold of the winter boy's face once again, holding it by his chin.
"If you're not careful, I'll drag you down and never let you out." Pitch took the chance to dive forward and catch Jack's lips in a quick kiss, who gasped at the sudden contact. Pitch instantly regretted the painful movement.
"I'd leave quickly if I were you; before I decide to keep you here." Pitch couldn't hold back a pained moan and flopped back down on to the bed.
"Pitch!" Jack floated upwards angrily and blushing because of the sudden kiss. Hovering above the bed, he looked down at the broken man laying there.
"... Idiot."
"If you think that then leave."
"Why do you want me to leave so suddenly?" Pitch kept his eyes off of Jack.
"Before you were going on about how you missed me and wanted so badly to see me." He said smugly.
"Yes, well...it's probably a bad idea if you stay any longer." Pitched looked up at the still floating boy above him with a serious face.
"Trust me, you don't want to meet him. And I definitely don't want you to meet him."
"Who?"
"It's non of your business! You've done enough, now leave."
"No."
"What?"
"I said no."
"I'm warning you Jack."
"And I'm saying no."
"Don't make me get up-"
"And what? Bleed on me?" That was it, Pitch's patience was gone. He grabbed a hold of the snow white ankle above him, and pulled. Jack came flying downwards with a shriek, staff dropping to the floor besides the bed. Pitch had managed to pull him to his side. Jack was now laying beside Pitch staring at his bandaged up chest as it began to move. He found himself pined down, a hand coming up grabbing his own, holding them above his head, the other grey hand around his pale neck before he had a chance to react.
"Let me go!"
"No. If you won't obey me and leave now, then I'll just have to make you do the next best thing."
"Huh?"
"I'll make you mine." Pitch chuckled, trying his best to ignore the pain burning his body.
"W-what?! What do you mean by that you bastard?" Pitch answered by leaning down and nibbling on Jack's neck, making a shocked noise escape the boy's lips.
"He-hey stop..!"
"I did warn you. Now If you're going to risk being down here I want to at least have you first..."
"Have you gone mad?!"
"I don't want him to have you! But if you won't leave then..."
"Him? Who are you talking about? The one you were running from? Because apart from you and these three nightmares of yours I haven't heard or seen anybody down here!" Was it that Pitch had gone mad trapped here with his nightmares? Jack was definitely considering it. This thing Pitch was running from, it must be something the nightmares placed in his mind. A nightmare that Pitch now thinks is true perhaps?
He could see blood seeping through the bandages around Pitch's stomach, yet Pitch continued to suck and nibble along Jack's throat. He moved up and licked along his jawline to his mouth.
"Pi-mmn!" Kissing him for the third time, he licked at Jack's lips wanting entrance to his soft cool mouth. Jack didn't open up and stayed perfectly still. Pitch pulled back.
"Come now, Jack." Pitch stroked the boys face and let his hand go down along the marks he had left on his neck, across his chest and down to his side where it rested on his hip.
"Please Pitch, stop this. Look at yourself! Your bleeding again... Aren't you even in pain?" Pitch's gaze went down to look at his own stomach. Jack was right, the once clean fabric was quickly changing colour. And he was in pain, but he didn't care right now. He wanted Jack while he could still have him. Needed him. If at least to save him from having his first time stolen by someone worse than Pitch, without any feelings towards the boy and without a care about breaking him in to pieces. His eyes looked back up in to Jack's. In Pitch's mind at this point this was the only way, the only logical thing to do if Jack wouldn't leave. If Jack was going to risk being down here he had to at least steel his first time, to make him his before someone else could beet him to it.
"Ignore that. Just let me make you feel good." He kissed him with more force. Caught off guard, Jack's mouth was open and Pitch's tongue gained entrance. Jack struggled, at first. Then he slowly calmed down, the hot tongue in his mouth making him feel a comforting warmth he couldn't remember having ever felt before. As Pitch kissed him, Jack's mind was being overwhelmed with thoughts and emotions. He came back to his senses and struggled again, this time making the bogeyman pull back.
"Don't fight it, Jack. Just move your tongue with mine; and calm down, your fear is delicious but quit overwhelming and scaring you wasn't my goal." He went to kiss him again, but this time Jack turned his head to the side.
"Pitch... I don't think you're thinking clearly; please just let me go!" Jack's blushing face held a pained expression.
"No, this is going to happen, Jack. And you're going to like it." He forcefully turned the boy's face and licked his bottom lip before biting down. Jack moaned, though he didn't understand why since it didn't actually hurt. It wasn't pain but he didn't know how to describe the sensation. But... he felt something else as well, similar to the warmth he'd felt moments before. Pitch ignored Jack's small pleas to stop and started to lick along his jaw to his ear. Sucking on his earlobe and licking the shell, he then whispered to him.
"Don't worry, my little Jack; you'll feel good, just don't hold back. Let me in." Jack felt Pitch's free hand go underneath his hoodie and stroke his stomach, fingers ghosting over muscle. There was so much of that warm feeling, it was becoming intoxicating, pooling in his stomach, making him gasp at the touches. The fingers slowly ghosted up and started to play with his nipples.
"P-Pitch" Jack's body felt so sensitive, after all nobody had ever touched him like this before. Nobody had ever really touched him that much in any meaning of the word. And Pitch's touch was just so... hot.
He couldn't deny the fact that it was nice, like each touch was soothing any loneliness he had left, and heeling the scars he held because of it. But this wasn't right, it couldn't be.
"No... no d-don't..!" the nightmare king's hand went back down to his stomach and kept going south, reaching the boys crotch. He began to rub the sensitive area and Jack gasped loudly, eyes widening. Pitch continued, pressing down more, rubbing a little faster and sucking on the boy's neck again. Jack felt like he was going insane, and couldn't believe this was happening and actually feeling so good. He couldn't believe... he actually wanted more, that he didn't really want it to stop.
Pitch began to pull down Jack's pants.
"H-hey! Stop that, get off!"
"Shy are we?" All of this was so new to Jack, even the though of someone seeing him naked; no one had ever seen him naked.
Pitch pulled his pants down in one move, releasing the boy's erection and making another gasp leave his lips. He looked down at himself then quickly looked away in embarrassment. Pitch's hand wound it's way around it and started to move up and down.
"Wha..?! Naa! P-Pitch why... Don't touch there! haa!" Pitch let go of the grip he had on Jack's hands and lay between his legs, and before Jack could do anything apart from continue panting, he licked the tip of his member and then took it in to his mouth.
"Nah haaa!" Jack's hands went straight down to Pitch's head and took fistfuls of the raven hair, holding on tightly. His body was in shock along with his mind, he couldn't muster the force to stop Pitch, so lay there helplessly as he was being sucked off for the first time.
"Hah... oh nah..! Ha!" Pitch's head bobbed up and down, licking at the tip every now and then. One of his hands massaged Jack's balls before going lower. Jack felt a finger stroking circles around his hole, before gently pressing against it, the tip finding it's way in.
"Gah! N-no! Where , what are you doing?! Get it out!"
"Shh... Don't worry, Jack." Pushing his finger nearly all the way in, it made Jack's breath catch in his throat and his eyes widened even more. Though the uncomfortable feeling wasn't that bad and was easily masked by Pitch going back to sucking and licking at Jack's now full erection, the boy still felt like this wasn't right.
"Pitch... please, don't touch there..! Please please get it out..." To his surprise the finger was removed. Panting Jack looked down at Pitch with a blushing face at the sight he saw. Pitch was smirking, his tongue going up his shaft and flicking at the tip, making pleasant shivers run up his spine.
"Please just st- !" A tentacle shaped shadow was suddenly in his mouth, his eyes wide and shock covering his face. His hands shot up and grabbed at it, trying to pull it away. He could still breath, but only just. It moved around his tongue, over the insides of his cheeks and everywhere else it could reach, slicking itself with saliva, some dribbling out of the side of Jacks mouth. Now he was seriously starting to panic, he started thrashing about, kicking, and pulling at the black tentacle like solid shadow. But four more of them appeared, one grabbing a hold of each of Jack's limbs and pulling them down to the side, holding them in place. All he could do was make strangled noises as the one in his mouth continued to play with his tongue.
After a minute it removed itself, Jack gasped for air and coughed. But it moved straight to being between his legs beside Pitch, and began to press itself against his opening. As it began to push its way inside of him, stretching him open, what started as quiet pleas and noises of discomfort and fear were turning in to near screams. The more it went in the more it stretched, the more it started to hurt, the more he realised that this was really happening. Pitch just sat there and watched with an unimpressed look as Jack, on the verge of crying, tears in the corners of his eyes, was being violated by his solid shadows. Sighing, he lent over the boy and cupped his cheek with his hand.
"My little Jack, calm down. I need to prepare you properly, if you just try to relax and not tense up so much this will be a lot easier, for me and for you." He licked away the line of saliva that had fallen from the side of the boy's mouth.
"Pre-prepare me..? Wh- wha ha! nah ha... what do y-you mean..?! gah..!" A tear fell across his cheek, feeling the shadow tentacle move inside of him, and Pitch licked that away as well. The pain though did seem to lessen a little as he got more use to the size inside him.
"Dear child, surly you know what I'm going to do? You may have never done this before but you've been around long enough to understand."
"But... but I don't want to... I can't-" The shadow went in further and Jack gasped, an odd burst of pleasure, though mostly masked by the pain, tacking him of guard, the shadow finding a certain spot inside of him. Pitch rapped his hand around the boy's length and slowly pumped it up and down. Jack couldn't help it, he was starting to give in to the warm feeling that heated up his cold body, the pain feeling less painful but instead pleasurable, his struggling nearly gone being replaced by twitching and squirming as he held on to the sheets beneath him. Gasping for air and eyes rolling back, the noises he was making changed slowly to moans of lust as Pitch touched him and the tentacle like shadow invaded his insides, pressing against his prostate. A wonderful heat in his stomach and around his length, contrasting with the cold of his body, wasn't helping him to keep control. But then Pitch's hand was gone and the tentacle began to leave him painfully slowly, before giving a light, slimy pop on full exit. Jack moaned, he wasn't sure if it was because of the pain, the empty feeling he now had, or the pleasure that had been stopped just as he was giving in to it... The tentacles were also gone from his arms as well now and Pitch quickly pulled the winter boy's hoodie over his head, throwing it on to the floor in some random direction. That's when Jack noticed Pitch's clothes were nearly all gone, as if they'd just vanished in to shadow, which he figured they probably had, leaving him in nothing but black underwear which showed an obvious bulge needing to be freed. The two remaining tentacles left his limbs and his lower region was suddenly lifted from the bed and placed in Pitch's lap. His underwear had obviously somehow gone now as well, as Jack could feel something, warmer and bigger than the black tentacle shadow, pressing against his ass.
"N-no... Pitch..." The tip was quickly pushed in and Jack gasped yet again from yet another overwhelming sensation.
"Jack..." Pitch started to move, shallow and slow at first, his thrusts rapidly deepened and sped up. Jack tensed up, tears were falling from his eyes and he could do nothing but hold on tightly to the sheets beneath him as he screamed quietly, the noise barely able to leave his shaken and breathless form. He closed his eyes tightly. Though he could still feel the pleasure it began to dissipate fast, the pain was stronger and hard to ignore. Pitch noticed how much it was hurting him and stopped, leaning down he kissed him and cupped his face with one hand while holding his small body in place with the other.
"Jack, my darling Jack, relax, let this be." Pitch moved his hand to stroke Jack's erect length, and kept himself still inside the boy so he could get a little use to it.
"Come now, look at me." Jack's eyes slowly opened and looked in to golden orbs.
"Hurts..." he said shakily.
"Forgive me." He gently kissed him again before he started to move slowly, still pumping Jack's erection. With less pain and the added sensation of Pitch's hand, Jack began to moan, the warm pleasure taking him over again. Pitch started moving faster, slamming against the winter spirit's prostate. Jack's hands found there way to Pitch's back and held on tightly, digging his nails in to grey flesh.
"Pitch, Pitch..! hah!" It was starting to feel good, really good. He didn't want it to stop anymore, yet at the same time he felt disgusting and wanted nothing more than for it to end; but he felt safe and warm and alive in the boogieman's arms. A strong wave of heated pleasure was suddenly all through his body. He hated himself for how sadistic he must be, feeling like this.
"Haaa!" He came, the white liquid spilling all over his stomach. His muscles tightening around Pitch in multiple contractions; a few more thrusts and he also came, deep inside of Jack.
"Jack..!" He breathed heavily. Laying on top of him, he gained back his breath, before pulling out and leaning down to lick away the mess on Jack's stomach, who had no energy left to object. Moving to the side, once he had finished cleaning the dazed boy's stomach of the sticky fluid, he pulled Jack in to his arms and held him protectively after pulling the cover over them both with his black sand.
Jack could have never seen this coming. And he wasn't sure what he felt right now, his thoughts a mess. Exhausted, he just fell in to a deep sleep in the warm arms of the king of nightmares. Giving in to their comfort and the tiredness taking him over.
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