"I must say, you look absolutely gorgeous like this, my little treasure." Patches laughed when he caught a kick aimed at him and grabbed the leg by the knee. "Kehehe~. So feisty, I love it. You really are one interesting treasure. I don't even want to strip your corpse for trinkets. I simply want to strip you right now to have some fun." Another laugh escaped him when Lautrec struggled again, still refusing to even talk.
On the other side, the gag in his mouth made sure he wouldn't talk. A shame, really. "Aw, don't be like that. Here, I will take that out for you." The gag came off and instantly Lautrec started cursing again.
"Get your filthy hands of me, you bald serpent! I will skin you alive and feed your hide to the crows! You impudent…" Patches stuck two fingers into the others mouth, a smile on his face. When he talked again, his voice sounded too friendly, even for him. "You look good like this, haven't I already said that? Especially now…"
His fingers curled in Lautrecs mouth and prevented him to bite down-it wouldn't be really painful due to his black gloves, leather, like the ones from the pardoners. His fingers left Lautrecs mouth and trailed down until they reached the armor that covered Lautrecs legs. Slowly, he undid it, ever so slowly to pause, savoring the squirming and quiet cursing he received. The armor dropped down, Lautrecs crotch area only covered by his underarmor, blackish cloth, and he pressed his tight against it.
Lautrec growled low in his throat when the pressure increased. This was a familiar situation. But back then, he hadn't been shackled to a stalagmite but to a wall and he most certainly hadn't been in the tomb of giants. And it hadn't been Patches assaulting him. He felt how Patches shifted again and was just about to let out another snarl when the bald thief reached into his pants and rubbed his limp member, a sly grin on his face. Instead of a snarl, Lautrec only managed a gasp and he immediately bit his lip to prevent himself from doing a sound like that again.
The fingers, still clad in black leather, wrapped themselves around him and started pumping him. "Stop-this." As an answer, he only got another chuckle. The knight glared at the other and tried to free himself once more. As a reward, Patches tugged his cock hard and he moaned loudly. Despite his efforts, he got hard.
"That sounded nice, care to do that again?" Grinning, he twisted his hand around the head of Lautrecs member and got another series of small noises in return. "Ah, now we can work with this, no? You get pleasure, I get the satisfaction of doing what I want. A fine trade, eh?" His hand moved quicker but he just continued talking, ignoring Lautrecs glares and squirming. "I wonder if you ever got something up your ass. I mean, the stick in it might be in the way but seeing how much of a greedy slut you are," He dodged the spit that Lautrec spat at him and only grabbed the other tighter again, Lautrec gasping at the sensation.
"I'd say, you can take pretty much everything up there. Hell, you had Oswald to use you. That means something, judging by the time he kept you in his cell. Warm and cozy, hm~? Doesn't matter." He leaned forward and kissed Lautrecs cheek. "I wonder if you could take the hilt of your dagger. I mean, it's not that long or even wide. But would you be able to still fight with it, knowing that you had that up your hole? Should we try out?"
That was bad. Patches might be blabbering much but his threats were not always just talk. "Don't you dare! Keep your hands of me or-" The hand on his hard cock left and instead prodded his hole. He arched his back and tried to get away but he only pressed himself against the thief who in return, pressed harder against the knights entrance.
With unexpected ease, the first digit slipped inside, wriggled around and slowly was pulled out again, only to thrust back inside. A keening noise came from the embraced and he tried one last time, to at least get his leg out of the others grasp but Patches secured his leg even tighter, pulling in up to get better access to the hole he still stretched. "Sucking me right in, what a surprise."
Lautrec turned his head away, grabbing onto the ropes which held his arms secured above his head. Another moan escaped him when Patches pushed the second finger into him, scissoring the other slowly, bringing him ever so slowly to climax.
The leather was uncomfortable inside of him. And he showed Patches that by starting to squirm again. With an apologizing look, the thief pulled the hand out, showing Lautrec his glistening glove, wet from only Lautrecs hole and member. Embarrassment spread through Lautrec, like oil on water, together with disgust and anger. Patches grabbed the hem from Lautrecs pants and pulled them down, cold air hitting hot skin. Then, he reached for the dagger that still dangled from Lautrecs belt. "Don't! Not that."
Disgusting. He really sounded like he wanted to continue. But all he wanted was that it was over. The bald merchant studied his expression carefully before shrugging. "Then you have to bear with this." Shortly after, the gloved fingers were back in Lautrec. They weren't gentle anymore, rough texture ripping his insides open, the short hard thrusting against his sweet spot. Lautrec bit his lip bloody, not wanting to give the other the satisfaction of hearing just one more sound coming from him. He didn't last long. With a muffled noise, he came only from the feeling of the fingers moving inside of him, his cum not hitting the other who stepped aside quickly.
He heard Patches laugh again and finally the movement inside of him came to halt but not removing themselves. Tired, angry and disgusted he watched the other getting close to his face, closing his eyes in denial when lips pressed against his own and a tongue licked inside his mouth. The kiss lasted a few seconds, the other retreating with a last lick over Lautrecs lips. "See? Wasn't so hard."