~Smashed up my everything - Smashed up all that was true~
"Hope you guys didn't miss us too much." cRhett laughed as he made his way into the room, cLink hanging back for a moment to lock the door back up just to be on the safe side. Then they both made their way to the tied men and Rhett felt his anger bubble up again, having been renewed due to his small talk with Link. His fight flared to life and he yanked at the ropes around him, still doing nothing but cutting the thick rope into his skin but he was trying. He snarled a little as he saw the clone of himself move over to Link, "Will you just leave us alone already!? You've proven your point! What more do you want with us?! How can you even do this to us!? We're you!"
cRhett snorted a little bit, "Big talk coming from a man who murdered a version of himself and his best friend, who wanted nothing more then to get along and make everyone happy, in cold blood." His hard green eyes focused on the ropes, long fingers gliding over them and untying the knots to pull Link from the chair, though left on the ones that kept his arms behind his back. His eyes showed no emotion other then hate but inside he still was broken... inside he still hurt.
He, like cLink, remembered when they were happy and carefree. They honestly had thought it was so cool to be in the 'real' world. They wanted to get along with the Originals and do awesome things. They thought that they and the Originals could do lots of fun things together and really improve everyone's lives. Sure they wanted to be done with GMM but they had actually gotten access to life. Of course they wanted to experience it in ways they never knew before. But they could have easily thought up a plan so the Originals had kept the show while the Clones did their own thing. They were so carefree and loved life... cRhett only could imagine what life could have been like. How happy they could have been, how much they could have done, how carefree their lives would be. But no... these two destroyed it. These two killed the happiness that was inside of the Clones. These two subjected them to pain that was far worse then anything they were experiencing now and far longer then imaginable. That sort of thing killed the positivity in a person. That sort of thing twisted a person and both cLink and cRhett felt it and they hated it beyond what words could say but there was no changing it. They just wished they could be innocent again... happy again...
Rhett opened his mouth to protest cRhett's argument but the clone interrupted before he could, "Like you said, we're you. So why don't you ask yourself how we can do this." He glanced up a with a glint in his eyes that made Rhett's blood run cold, "If we're doing this shouldn't that mean that in some capacity... you're capable of it as well? We used to be no different then you..."
Link struggled as he felt the bindings slip away, but he was still unable to move much. His body was weak and his arms were behind his back so there was little more that he could do besides squirm weakly, "No, we could never do this! We're not like you, I could never hurt Rhett!" cLink tilted his head, raising a brow at his double and seeing a perfect opportunity, "Oh?" He walked over to Rhett and stared at him for a few moments before swinging his leg back and planting his booted foot hard as he could squarely in Rhett's side, earning a pained and surprised crying yelp from the blonde man. Link cringed, a wave of guilt washing over him since what he said had caused Rhett to get kicked. The force of the kick had caused the taller man to fall to his side a few feet away from where he had been sitting, taking a few deep breaths to reorient himself from the sudden blunt force. cLink looked at him a few moments with cold eyes before up to Link, "You sure about that? Because that was pretty darn easy if you ask me. Kind of fun, actually. Remember... we're from your head... we're the two of you. We only went through a few different experiences. We couldn't do what you couldn't do."
Of course, both of the clones knew that this wasn't quite true. The truth of the matter was, yes... the originals were capable of all they were doing. But not on each other... just like the clones could never hurt each other. The bond that the clones shared was just as strong as the bond the originals had... it was a deep, special connection that nothing could tarnish. Never could they hurt each other. But the Originals didn't know this... as far as they could see, this meant that they could potentially do this to each other - they potentially wanted to see each other hurt in some dark recess of their minds. And the Clones knew just how terrifying of a thought that was... they too had struggled with it until they managed to figure out the difference. Figure out that the 'same person' or not, they didn't share the same state of being, or in turn the same connection to the other pair as to each other. Though they 'were' the same people, they also were totally different people in each other's eyes.
The originals didn't know and it was obvious. The gears were turning in their heads... the thought was planted in their minds. Link stared at his clone completely appalled and shook his head hard. He could never do that to Rhett... Never. But... technically he did do that to Rhett, didn't he? They were clones, sure.. but clones were still direct copies and came straight from his head. If they were doing this with no mercy... wouldn't that maybe mean...
Unfortunately Link couldn't try to sort out the thought for any longer. cRhett had him out of the chair and roughly tossed him over to his double which shoved him hard backwards to the wall next to Rhett. The blonde squirmed, attempting to sit up or at least shove his body into the clone but he could barely move and cRhett was already yanking him up anyway. Rhett wiggled and squirmed as hard as he could, putting up a pretty good fight but it ended up to be nothing more then annoyance as cRhett managed to get him tied down to the same chair Link had just came out of. Once again, Rhett felt the useless dismay wash over his body that he was mostly in good shape to fight and yet he was stuck and useless... great protector he was.
Link squirmed for a bit but he couldn't get away, he was held too tightly and his body was too weak to fight. To his extreme surprise, cLink didn't hurt him...Instead the clone ran a hand down Link's side where there weren't any burns. Link's skin was still incredibly sensitive from all the pain he'd gone through and he shivered involuntarily, not sure f it felt good or not but not liking it either way, "Get away from me, dammit." He tried to push the clone away, shoving with his less injured shoulder but it was useless as cLink continued to run his fingertips over Link, causing the man to shiver more and stare at his double with confused eyes, "What are you doing?"
cLink didn't answer as he slowly pulled Link away from the wall, cRhett stepping behind them and pressing their bodies close together similarly to when Link was first cornered. Link was too weak to struggle very much and he knew he was stuck. His heartbeat quickened as he felt the warm bodies pressed on either side of him and two sets of hands began to roam around his unbelievably tender body, strangely careful of the injuries they themselves had inflicted. Link tried to squirm away... to push them back... anything, but cRhett grabbed him by the waist and pulled it back into his own hips which made Link freeze. He had a very, very bad feeling about this right now and it was making him feel sick to his stomach. They wouldn't though.. they-they couldn't... There's no way they'd go that far...
Slowly cRhett drew a knife from his belt and carefully slid it under Link's shirt, keeping the sharp side out so it would slice the thin fabric while still keeping the back of the blade pressed against Link's skin. Link shivered at the feeling of cold, unforgiving steel and the sound of the shirt tearing down the back and arms before the fabric was dropped to the floor. Before his head could fully wrap around the fact that he was shirtless he felt the cold sting of the blade run down his back... it wasn't painful, though. It was gentle and harmless but caused just enough of a painful sting to make his body shiver and his hair stand on end. What the crap... Link squirmed away, confused and terrified. Why were they suddenly being almost gentle? Why was his body reacting the way it was to the gentle touch of a deadly knife in his enemies hands? Were they really doing what he feared?
That's when he felt it... felt his double's hand trail down his side to his hip which he squeezed before down the side of his thigh... then up the front of his leg and finally ending in a squeeze to the natural bulge that rested under the jean fabric. A sharp intake of breath was all that could be heard from Link as he stared at his own double with wide, fearful eyes. He tried to swallow deeply, the lump in his throat making it hard to breath but his mouth was dry. Link could hear his heart pounding in his ears, drowning out the sounds in the room at the moment as he stared at 'himself', shaking his head a little. N-No... no no no. They... they couldn't be... They wouldn't. Were they really going to go where Link thought they were? The idea made his knees shake and his head feel light from fear and disgust, the only reason he remained upright was the grip cRhett had on him. He couldn't get away... there was nothing he could do. He was at their mercy and he was terrified and sickened.
His silent question was answered as cLink gave him a smirking, dangerous grin and ran a hand up Link's neck. He surprisingly gently cupped Link's face and pulled him in, pressing their lips together. Gently cLink sucked on Link's lips, enjoying his own taste for a moment. Sweet and with a hint of coffee still lingering on the edges. Link tried to pull his head back in disgust but cRhett placed a hand on the back of his head, keeping him in place as cLink forced his tongue into the original's mouth, exploring the soft space and thoroughly enjoying himself. His fingers lightly caressed Link's cheek and hairline as his other hand tickled it's way up and down Link's skin and along his crotch.
Desperately Link tried to shrink away but that only pushed him further into cRhett, who wrapped his arms around Link's waist again and began to give him little kisses on his bare shoulders. Link's face twisted in disgust as he was finally freed from the kiss, gasping for breath and trying to shrug cRhett off his shoulders.
"Get the fuck off of him!" Rhett's snarl was more akin to a roar from where he sat in the chair. He strained the ropes more and they would have probably broken had the clones not invested in good quality stuff. Realizing just how powerless he was to stop this from happening he felt tears sting at his eyes and his heart seemed to skip a couple of beats. The vicious anger turned around into weak desperation, his voice small and soft as he begged, "Please... take me instead. Just leave him alone... please... please..."
cLink heard the desperation in Rhett's voice and glanced over to him, a Cheshire grin spreading across his face before he leaned in and sucked on the front of Link's throat, who was at this point as stiff as a board with a pitiful, desperate look on his face. cLink chuckled deeply as he ran a tongue around Link's Adam's Apple before speaking in a slow drawl, his old accent coming out a bit thicker then usual, "Oh come on, Rhett... don't be so worried. He want's this, trust me."
"I do not!" Link's voice was a couple of octaves higher then normal and cracked but cLink only turned to look over to him with a soft smile, his eyes glinting as their faces were inches apart, "Oh, don't lie. You've always wondered what this would be like... you've always wondered how it would feel to be powerless... taken by the mercy of someone else." His words were velvety smooth... dripping like rich honey from his lips almost seductively and knowingly which only made Link more uncomfortable.
Link shook his head hard, "N-No... not like this!" He would admit the thought had crossed his mind, of course cLink knew that... but a fantasy was one thing. This was something completely different. He didn't want this!
"Oh... are you sure about that?" cLink's hand brushed lightly against Link's crotch again, which at this point was quite noticeably more tender then it had been a few moments ago. His body was certainly reacting to all of this and he hated it... he hated it so very much. He didn't want this, he really didn't. But his skin was starting to heat up and his heart quickened for reasons other then fear now. His heart and mind were crying out to get out of this situation and get away but his body was having other ideas and he couldn't believe it. He never felt so betrayed by his own self.
cLink chuckled a little bit as he slipped a hand down to tease at the rim of Link's jeans, tugging on the fabric a little as Link whimpered pitifully. He normally would be putting up so much more of a fight, even if he knew he'd ultimately loose, just for the fact he'd be able to then say he tried. But for the most part he behaved because of the simple fear of what they'd do to Rhett if he fought to hard. Clearly they were perfectly fine with using them against each other and punishing them because of each other, and Link didn't want any more to happen to Rhett even if it meant it would be worse off for him. cLink looked over to Link with a smirk, knowing exactly why the man wasn't fighting, "Just give in... you know you want to. You love this... you need this."
Link's body jolted a little and he gasped, feeling a light bite of pain course from the side of his neck and down into the rest of his body. He glanced over and saw cRhett holding what looked like the little square box part of the shocking dog collars they had used on GMM at one point. The sensation caught every nerve in his body on fire as cLink rubbed his own hardening crotch against Link's. Link's heartbeat was quick, almost painful inside of his chest and his eyes were wide and dilated... but at the same time he couldn't possibly deny how turned on his body was getting by this. And he hated it... he was disgusted by himself more then words could ever say. He couldn't even bring himself to look at Rhett for much needed comfort... he just felt so dirty, disgusting and wrong.
cLink grinned a little bit as he licked up Link's neck and cRhett moved his lips to Link's shoulder and began kissing and nibbling him, causing Link's skin to crawl from the assault of two mouths. After a few more moments cLink reached down and gently squeezed Link's bulge, earning a soft, deep moan from the man which immediately turned into a pathetic, disgusted sob. Link squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head hard, trying to push the feeling away, "St-stop..." His voice was weak, he could hardly believe that this was happening. His mind had barely managed to accept the fact that they were being tortured by his own hallucination versions of them turned real which they thought they killed... but now on top of it he was being molested by that very clone of himself and clone of his best friend. None of those ideas were appealing to him at all, in fact they made him completely and utterly sick - which was likely the very reason they were doing it to begin with and there was nothing either Link or Rhett could do about it.
Suddenly Link gasped again, feeling the familiar electric jolt again, this time radiating out from his stomach. He hadn't even been aware that the electric box had switched hands, now controlled by cLink. He was thankful that it wasn't on where any of the burns from the metal was, but part of him wished it was. Maybe if the little electrocutions were on a burn it would hurt too much and would stop his skin from crawling pleasantly. The little metal nubs pressed against all parts of Link's skin, sending zaps of varying intensities through his body from painless tingles to searing stabs of electric heat and every single one made his head spin. That was soon paired with the cold blade running down his back, cutting away the ropes that held his arms but they felt half numb from having been tied backwards for so long so he couldn't use them to push the others away if he tried. cLink pressed the little electric box to Link's thighs and over his bulge, zapping him in his most tender of areas on medium strength. Each time he felt the biting pain Link gasped, his body jolting and getting a little hotter. It didn't take long for him to notice that his pants were getting noticeably tight, which only made him shake his head at himself in disgust a little more, his eyes still closed as he felt tears burn at the edges.
cLink took a step back and Link thought to himself that just maybe they were done tormenting his body for a little while. He would have preferred to be in pain then suffer through this... but no, he should have known better. He wasn't going to get off that easily. He watched in horror as his double reached down and started to unhook the button on Link's jeans before slowly pulling down the zipper. Time stood still as Link heard each and every rivet unhook until the little metal tab finished it's path all the way down. Link's eyes were glued on cLink's in horror as the clone hooked his thumbs into the waistband, pushing the jean material down but at least blessedly leaving the underwear intact. It didn't really matter, though... his underwear was stretched taught by the clear reaction his body was having without his consent... the tended fabric was honestly just as embarrassing as had he been completely naked.
Tears stung at Link's eyes, making them burn as he tried desperately to squirm away. Fuck the consequences, he couldn't let this happen! He kicked his legs out, trying to push cLink back as cRhett still held his arms back. Link was pretty sure he was going to manage to get in a good kick but cLink stepped out of reach and cRhett leaned in to his ear, speaking in a very soft, smooth voice, low enough that only Link could hear. The tone was laced with a dangerous venom which would have been nerve wracking enough but hearing it in Rhett's voice made Link's blood run cold, "Stop fighting... if you keep it up, well... who knows what will happen to your friend."
Those simple words made Link freeze like a statue, eyes shooting over to Rhett as his breathing quickened and fear set into every nerve. He couldn't let Rhett get hurt any more then he already was. They were in this situation because of Link in the first place... he couldn't let it get even worse. So with all of the self control he could muster, he forced himself to stop kicking and squirming, becoming limp in the strong arms that held him as his whole body very visibly trembled. He wanted to fight back and struggle... even in pain it wasn't like him to just take this lying down. But if he fought they'd hurt Rhett - he couldn't let that happen even if it meant worse for himself. He needed to try to save Rhett from at least some of the suffering.
Only once they were sure Link wouldn't fight them any more did the clones continue. Specifically cLink continued, since he was the one leading this situation. He knelt down and ran his hands up the thin, toned legs then over the hard bulge, which caused another sobbing moan from the man above. cLink grinned a wide, toothy grin as he glanced up - he hadn't realized how much he would enjoy this but as he shifted around a little to get more comfortable, he noticed that his own pants were getting really quite tight. The feeling of domination and control was intoxicating him and he wanted more - he needed more. He needed to control this man.
Link squirmed a final few times but eventually gave up. On top of that, cRhett went from simply holding his arms back to fully restraining him, one arm wrapped around his waist and making sure he was planted in his spot as cLink had his way with him however he wanted. Link squeezed his eyes shut, tears slipping down his cheeks as he felt a hot tongue work it's way up his thighs and to his clothed penis, lightly sucking on the outside of the fabric. He shook his head, feeling shivers run down his spine and mix with his fearful trembling as he heard Rhett to the side, whimpering and pleading for this to stop... but it wasn't going to stop. They were both powerless and were forced to watch and endure.
Link's eyes suddenly shot open as he felt fingers hook into his underwear. He looked down and his eyes met with his double's - the clone's eyes hidden behind his glasses, shining with lust and sadism... they were a stark contrast to Link's, which were red from tears and filled with fear and disgust, his own glasses kicked somewhere in the corner of the room from when cRhett had slapped him ages ago. Link shook his head, mouthing the words to stop but was unable to form actual words... cLink didn't stop though. Instead the corners of the clones mouth turned up in a smile as he slowly slid the underwear down... down... and then finally off, leaving Link's dick free to the air as he stood completely naked, his member already mostly hard despite himself.
Thankfully Rhett had the courtesy to look away quickly, squeezing his eyes shut. He couldn't bare to watch this - he couldn't stand to see his best friend r-ra... He couldn't even let himself finish the thought. He shook it from his head as quickly as he could and tried to tell himself this wasn't happening... but it was. It was happening and he wasn't doing anything to stop it. He just sat there with soft sobs wracking his body as he was forced to listen to what he could only describe as hell.
Link's body suddenly stiffened, his breathing hitching in his throat as his eyes shot open wide. He felt a warm hand wrap around his shaft and squeeze and it fully hit him... this was really happening wasn't it? It really was truly happening. His body began to shake harder then it ever had in his life and he wished he could just die... at the same time, however, his body was on fire - a slick layer of sweat breaking out over his skin and stinging his burns. He involuntarily moaned as cLink teasingly slid his grip along Link's full length and Link could only shake his head ins disgust. Why... why... why was this happening? Just why? Why couldn't he die instead? Anything but this. Anything.
cLink was very happy that cRhett let him take the lead on this because more and more a new hunger filled his body, making him ravenous. He had planned on doing this merely to upset the originals but now... now it was so much more then that. He wanted this - he needed this. He needed to control his original - make him moan against his will - make him sob as he begged for it. The power was intoxicating and Link's tears and screams made cLink's head swim. He needed this and he would take it... he'd break the bastard's mind just as much as his body.
For the time being, cLink stared at the cock that was in front of him for a few moments, tilting his head out of curiosity as he regarded it. He never really saw himself from this angle before, obviously... though he never really gave himself much of a look either way. He never thought he was into guys but something about the dick in front of him made him hunger to wrap his lips around it... but did this count as gay, necessarily? He wasn't sure... after all this was himself, so was it just like masturbation and self admiration? Or did it still count as homosexual in this case? He wasn't even sure he liked it past the fact of the control and domination he had so he really wasn't sure. He'd figure it out later, right now he didn't care in the slightest. He was pulled from his thoughts as he saw Link jolt again, cRhett having taken the second shocking toy and poking it around on various points of Link's body, causing some more gasps, whines, whimpers and hidden moans to escape from the bruised man. That made cLink chuckle softly, "Look at you... getting so turned on by this. By the pain and being dominated. You're fucking filthy."
"N-no... I hate it. Please just stop." Link was shaking his head, words coming out as soft sobs. But despite what he said, his body betrayed his words. His body was clearly loving everything and apparently it also loved being spoken to like that because as the cruel words had poured from cLink's lips, a tingle had ran down Link's spine. Fuck, what was wrong with him?
All thoughts came to a complete stop in his mind as he felt a hot, wet tongue flick across his cock head. He gasped and moaned out a sharp "No" but both he and cLink knew that the word was simply to cover up the fact that he nearly said 'yes'. Another moan escaped Link's throat as cLink's lips wrapped around the head a little, sucking lightly and twirling his tongue around the tip before pulling back. Link hated himself for wanting more, but he didn't get it. Instead cLink stood up and Link looked at him with broken, defeated eyes. He knew there was no getting out of this and he might as well just accept his fate, but that didn't mean he had to like it - he'd protest at least a little bit, despite knowing it wouldn't matter. He felt cRhett leave from behind him for a moment but before he could react or pull back, cLink pulled him into another deep kiss, this time his jaw went lax, hardly having the power to fight it as his double pushed his tongue into his mouth. He could taste the slight saltiness of himself on cLink's lips and tongue and the idea nearly made him retch but he held himself back and forced himself to stay still, for Rhett's sake. cLink's hand trailed down to his cock again, gently tickling and teasing the length before lightly palming the balls a bit. Soon a sharp sound filled the air followed by an even sharper pain that flared across his back, making Link's body arch as a cry escaped his lips. cLink knotted his hand into Link's hair and pulled him into another deep kiss, more fiery then any one before and Link couldn't stop his mouth from responding, somewhat kissing back until he actively forced himself not to and forced his mind not to think about how good of a kisser he was. His body tensed again as another sharp pain sprang across his back and his mind finally managed to piece together what was causing the pain. cRhett was using some sort of switch or whip on him... it sting and he was positive that it was cutting into skin but god damn it felt so good. His flesh tingled in anticipation for the next bite of pain.
God damn what was wrong with him? He was being raped - purely and truly raped... and yet his body was responding even more to the fact. His disgusting, masochistic, depraved body was begging for it despite how much he truly wished he could just die - despite how much his stomach knotted and twisted - despite the constant stream of tears that flowed down his face non-stop... his body still wanted all of this. It wanted the extreme pleasure mixed with a deliciously tolerable amount of pain as opposed to some time ago where it felt nothing but unbelievable pain. But Link didn't want this... he would rather be beaten and tortured and ripped to shreds then endure this for any longer, but his body didn't care. The body that he used to take so much pride in was lowering him to nothing more then a filthy fucking whore, getting off on the most horrible of things. Maybe he did deserve this, as punishment for being so disgusting.
As the switch came down again, cLink gave Link a hard pump of his cock... Link couldn't help himself as a deep, guttural moan escaped his lips, followed by soft panting. Fuck.. he needed more... his body was so far gone there was no way he could recover from how hard he was. His mind was clouded in a haze of lust and self-hatred as he looked at his double with half-lidded eyes. cLink grinned at the unfocused blue irises... they begged for this to stop at the same time as begging for it to keep going - they begged for more and they begged to be let go. The man was so conflicted between the wants of his body and mind... cLink loved it.
A few more switches littered his body, biting at his back and legs before eventually they finally stopped and Link thought, or more like hoped, once again that maybe they'd give him at least a moment to collect himself but of course they didn't. Instead he immediately felt something prodding at his butt and he jerked away quickly before being pushed back in his spot. He felt a long, slim finger probe into his hole, causing his eyes to widen in fear and pain. He shook his head, incoherently trying to mumble out for them to stop before he felt the finger slide inside, all the way up to the knuckle. His head shot back in a cry of pain of the sudden foreign object in his body. It was only a single finger and it felt like he was being split in two.
Link tried to squirm and move away, his muscles constricting as he tried to get away from the pain, but it only made it worse as the finger began to move. He knew it was cRhett since cLink was in front of him, one of his hands painfully gripping his hip and the other slowly stroking Link's dick. The pain in his ass was such a large contrast to the pleasure in his groin that he couldn't think straight anymore. He couldn't feel the hate or guilt or disgust... all that filled his mind was the physical sensations that engulfed his body and he couldn't decide if he liked them or not.
A yowl of pain escaped Link's lips as he flung his head back again, a second finger finding it's way in after the first. Link dropped his head, shaking it as his eyes stayed squeezed shut while the fingers began to move in and out of him harder, scissoring the hole a little bit. Link didn't want this... he wasn't like this. Tears dripped down his cheeks, splashing onto the floor, but he could do nothing to save himself. He tried to at least relax his muscles to make it hurt less, begging his body to cooperate with at least that... it listened somewhat but soon the fingers left him, causing him to pant and shake a little on weak legs. Please... please be over... please...
As the pain slightly receded, he managed to open his eyes, weakly trying to focus on the room again. He was met with the sight of a chair being placed right in front of Rhett, which confused his muddled brain for a moment before the stark realization of what that meant hit him, nearly knocking him to the floor in horror. He managed to yell out a 'No!' right before he was shoved over to the chair, making him stumble before one of the clones caught him and bent him over the hard back of the furniture. He had to place his hands on the seat to steady himself, ending up practically face to face with Rhett. He spared a glance up at him and was met with a look that broke his heart... Rhett's normally bright green eyes so filled with life were filled with nothing more then sadness, pain and a broken spirit. That look in those eyes was worse then anything that was happening to him right now... He knew Rhett would take his place in a heartbeat but Link could never let his friend have to endure this, even if he was given a choice.
Rhett meanwhile had no thoughts in his mind, while at the same time his mind was spinning and screaming out. He felt like this was a dream - a terrible and horrible nightmare that he couldn't wake up from. He honestly missed the feeling of the knife searing into his skin compared to this... he'd take his entire body being skinned by that hot knife then another second of this. And he was so useless! Link was literally inches away from him and Rhett couldn't save him! He couldn't even comfort him in the time he clearly needed it the most! He was the most useless 'best friend' and 'brother' in the universe and he hated himself. Had he only been a little bit stronger Link wouldn't be going through this. Had he been a little more convincing maybe they'd be doing this to him instead of Link, which even that would be better. More tears slipped from his eyes, getting lost in his beard as he fought back another sob, which still escaped, barely audible. But Link heard it and it only broke his heart that much more.
The shared moment of mutual pain didn't last for long, however, as cLink walked over with a devilish grin plastered across his face, spinning a knife around in his hand. Both of the originals looked over to him in confusion, but they had no voices to speak - they knew they'd find out soon enough anyway, for better or for worse. Sure enough, without any warning the knife plunged into Rhett's shoulder, opposite of where he had already been sliced. Rhett forced the scream to stay buried in his throat, more for Link's sake then rebellion. His stomach twisted and his fists clenched as cLink turned and twisted the knife, doing quite a bit of damage before pulling the stained metal away, leaving blood trickling down his shoulder. Rhett panted in pain, his body shivering from the sudden assault, "Wh-wha-" cLink didn't let him finish his question as he reached down and collected a bit of the blood from the wound in his hand. He felt a slight wave of lightheadedness wash over his body and his legs go weak for a second, knowing he was about to faint. cRhett stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder, the sudden comforting contact grounding cLink again and he collected himself, shaking his head and putting himself back in the moment as he walked around behind Link. There was a pause before Link felt something warm and wet spread onto his ass, probing the inside of the hole a little as well, and his already pale face went even more pale.
They were using Rhett's blood as lube... The idea nearly made Link vomit, causing him to dry heave a little but he managed to stop anything from coming up. The situation was bad enough... but Rhett's blood?! Why wouldn't they just use his own blood?! Or actual freaking lube?! Hell Link would have probably preferred if they went in dry... but Rhett's blood being smeared on and in his ass? There was something so incredibly wrong about that... he felt dirty - dirtier then he even had before and so utterly and completely sick.
All thoughts came to a complete halt in his mind as Link felt the hottest and most mind numbing pain rip through his entire body from his ass, causing the most pained, animalistic scream to rip from his throat as his body arched backwards. He felt like he was being torn apart... cLink hadn't given him any warning or teasing or fresh preparation before he pushed himself in, all the way to the base. It ripped Link apart, he honestly felt like his entire body was torn in half. His tears were renewed as cLink immediately began thrusting into him mercilessly, grunting as he took in all of the pleasure for himself, relishing Link's pain. He looked down to the original and let himself drink in the beautiful site of his skinny, bruised body bent over the chair, shaking and jolting at each hard thrust. His spine tingled at the screams and begging to stop, and he only answered them with thrusting harder, trying to slam himself into Link as hard and deep as was physically possible. He trailed a rough hand up Link's back and to his hair, grabbing a fistful and yanking it back, causing Link's body to arch backwards as cLink continued to thrust, Link's ass getting even tighter with his body bent backwards.
Rhett was in a state of complete and utter shock as he sat helplessly watching his friend a mere inches in front of him, screaming and crying in pain as he was raped, his entire body shaking from the force of the thrusts. He wanted to beg for this to stop, but no sounds could make their way past his throat. His body and mind felt so numb and lost... for a moment he honestly wondered if he had died at some point along the way and he was just in Hell right now.
Link could do nothing more then sob, desperately trying to pull away to no avail. He was trapped and the pain made it impossible for him to think. He didn't know how long it lasted... the pain spreading through his skin like a wild fire. He felt more slickness in his ass then when the clone had started, the thrusts seeming at least smoother now, but that didn't make him feel any better since he knew the reason was because he was being torn apart, his own blood mingling with Rhett's as he was raped mercilessly. His knuckles were white as they gripped the chair, trying to endure the pain long enough to survive this until eventually he started to feel the pain going numb. The painful thrusts soon began to get a little softer and slower and the pain numbed out even more, soon being replaced by pleasure. Link didn't want it to be replaced with pleasure though... he wanted it to hurt. He wanted his body to hate this... he shouldn't like this, he didn't want to feel good while being raped!
But it was too late... cLink found his prostate and with the pain freshly having receded, paired with cRhett's hand finding it's way to his cock, Link couldn't help the deep moan that escaped from his lips, followed by another soft sob with tears steadily flowing down his face. He was loosing control of his mind and body and soon all of his sobs were replaced by moans as he panted, his body involuntarily pushing back into cLink's thrusts. The pain that had radiated out through his entire body had now turned into pleasure every time that special part inside of him was hit, which seemed to be nearly every thrust now. cRhett's hand worked Link's dick in time with cLink's movements, making Link's skin crawl as the thin layer of sweat coating his body made it hard to grip the chair. Finally cLink let go of Link's hair, his body remaining arched in pleasure as the clone's nails ran down his back, leaving little red marks and electing another moan from the man. Link had to fight back the urge to beg for it again, just panting and moaning with his eyes closed for now. cLink leaned down and bit Link's shoulder semi-hard, forcing Link to break his resolve by accident, "A-again!" cLink could only smirk as he lowered his lips once more, biting hard enough to draw blood this time which caused a pleasured cry of pain to escape Link's lips. Link felt so fucking good right now and he hated it so much.
This went on for a little while longer before cLink pulled Link's body straight up, causing the man to groan a little as his ass tightened in the new position. His eyes were half lidded and red from the steady stream of tears but he watched in a slight daze as cRhett moved the chair to the side and looked down to Rhett. cLink's movements became slower, letting Link's mind catch up with the situation while still assaulting his body with painful pleasure.
cRhett tilted his head a little, eying the original bearded man for a second, "You know, Link... it seems rather unfair that you're getting all of the pleasure and Rhett isn't. I think we should remedy that, don't you?" Those words made Link's haze lift and his eyes widened, shifting a little but he was held back by cLink's strong arms, "No! Leave him out of this! You already have me, don't-" Too late... cRhett bent down and unzipped Rhett's pants, pulling out his flaccid dick and carefully stroking it a bit. He knew exactly how to make the man's body react appropriately so stroked him just right, quickly making the soft penis start turning semi-hard. Rhett squirmed, trying to somewhat fight back but it was only halfheartedly. He knew it was a lost cause and honestly, if Link could endure this then so could he. He didn't really care anymore... his heart was already ripped out of his chest, what more could they even do?
Apparently a lot more.
cLink shoved Link's top half down, forcing him to keep his ass in the air. Link had to quickly place his hands on Rhett's thighs to keep himself from falling head first into the man, but he did his best to keep his eyes averted from the semi-hard dick right under him. That's when he felt a hand on the back of his head and he glanced over, seeing cRhett's hand having had moved from Rhett's dick to the back of Link's head. A flash of terror coursed through Link's gut as he saw the dark grin on the clone's eyes as he began to put pressure on Link's head, pushing him down... down...
Link's eyes widened so much that cRhett thought they were about to pop out of the man's head and that only made him laugh harder as he gave one strong shove and pushed Link's face down to Rhett's dick. Link was fully crying by now, his body shaking with his gut wrenching sobs as his face felt on fire from where his friend's member was touching him. He shook his head, trying to keep his lips tightly closed as cRhett started to taunt him, "Open wide, Linkster." Meanwhile Rhett was frozen his place, feeling bile burn in his throat. He closed his eyes and shook his head hard, trying to pretend that it wasn't his best friend's face that was rubbing against his dick. What was worse was, like Link, his body was reacting without his consent to the touches. He cursed his male body for being so focused on touch... hell it didn't even feel good... his body felt raw and pained and yet his dick still slowly came to attention.
cRhett pried his fingers into Link's mouth, forcing his jaw wide open before navigating his mouth over to cRhett's dick, shoving his face down. Link gagged hard at the feeling of the semi-hard rob penetrating his throat, his face buried all the way down in Rhett's lap with eyes wide in horror and disgust. This was worse then the torture, this was worse then the rape, this was worse then anything. They were fucking brothers and here he was with his mouth around Rhett's dick! He never felt so wrong in his entire life. He felt so violated and broken and he was only loosely aware as cLink began to fuck him again, hard, while cRhett grabbed his hair and forced his face up and down. He could hear Rhett sob barely coherent 'Sorry's and 'No's out as Link felt the cock become harder inside of his mouth, feeling the tip scrape up and down inside of his throat. Rhett felt like he was no better then a rapist, never mind the fact that he had no choice in the matter. His body felt horrible and sick and raw but yet his body didn't seem to care as it violated Link in the worst of ways.
cLink's thrusts became steadily harder which in turn felt horribly better on Link's broken body. He began to moan again in between sobs on Rhett's dick, the vibrations in his throat only making Rhett's body react more. cLink grunted, his fingers dug deep into Link's hips as he gave one final hard slam and Link felt something hot pour deep inside of him, making him want nothing more then to rip his insides out and get rid of that awful feeling. It didn't matter, though... he had no time to react as cLink pulled out and the original could feel the warm liquid leak from his ass, but it wasn't over yet. cLink took over holding Link's head, still pushing him up and down as cRhett walked behind him and soon a fresh wave of thrusts began. All the while Link's mouth was forced up and down on Rhett, who was breathing hard and fast now, whimpering softly as he shook his head and tears streamed down his face, some them splashing onto Link's head as he 'worked.'
Drool poured from the corners of Link's mouth as his head began to get very light from not getting much oxygen since his head was first forced down onto his friend. Rhett's body tensed up and jerked a little and Link felt the salty slickness pour into his mouth and down his throat, some of it making it's way down into his stomach. The hand finally let go of his hair and Link pulled back, spitting and coughing and gagging. Drool and cum slid from his mouth and down his chin and neck, dripping to the floor and onto Rhett's lap as Rhett broke down into pathetic sobs of utter disgust and guilt. Link felt his stomach twist and finally it couldn't hold onto itself any longer. He turned his head and a thin stream of bile, cum and blood splashed to the floor, making his throat burn even more from when the large dick had assaulted it raw. He wasn't given reprieve, though, as he felt a hand on his dick again, twisting and squeezing as light bites of pain began to scatter around his body from scratches and bites. Once again his prostate started to get assaulted mercilessly, causing him to moan and cry out before it just became to much for his broken body. He reared back in a guttural moan as his abdomen tensed and he finally released in a powerful orgasm, his seed splashing on his stomach and the floor. The waves crashed over him again and again for what seemed like forever before they slowly faded away, leaving his head feeling hazy as he hung limply in cRhett's grasp. Finally the clone grunted and slammed one final, very painful time into Link's raw ass and emptied himself into him before letting go.
Link didn't even try to remain on his feet or even so much as catch himself as he fell, collapsing on the ground at Rhett's feet amidst the puddle of blood, tears, spit and cum. His body was bloody and bruised and burnt and his ass was raw, dripping of blood and cum. He looked and felt completely used and broken as Rhett sat above him, shivering and crying while mumbling incoherent apologies as his mind rebelled against everything that just happened, sending him into a loop of denial, self-hate and disgust.
The clones stuffed themselves back into their pants, looking over the two utterly broken men. Now that was more like it. Now they were getting their proper punishment.
