Someone Dies In The End
Warning! Rated M! DARK!
"Mmhh…" He stirred, it the first time in months he'd woken on his own, opposed to an alarm echoing from his communicator, which meant he usually woke immediately alert, having to jump to his feet in a frantic haze, opposed to now when he woke calm, relaxed, feeling a yawn leave him, as his numb muscles woke from there sleep, surprised at the lack of sun, usually bathed whenever he'd wake.
Maybe it was this that caused his suspicion, quick to open his eyes when the thought found him, which widened, darting from his curved sitting position, finding himself unclothed, not a thread on his person to hide even his most private of areas, dread filling his chest. He gasped eyes going wider still, realization brutal in its arrival, trying to shoot his hands to his 'mask', not feeling the material brush his skin as expressions changed, trying to check, keyword trying, both arms restrained above head, along with legs tied at the knees, despite him still being able to press his legs together, bringing knees to his chest in an attempt at covering himself. He tried tugging at the restraints to test their durability, giving a quick, yet hearty yank at the thin binding.
A click, as though a threat, made him freeze, scrapes sounding as an opening in the adjacent wall rolled upwards, something pushing out. It took maybe three seconds for him to comprehend, paling in horror, as an orange rubber shaft revealed itself. His stomach dropped, knowing where this would go, breathing short and quick in his slight attack, though he somehow managed to remain composed, overall able to hide the storm raging in his interior.
He pulled at his bindings with greater force, hearing another click. The sound of steadily grinding metal caused him to look down, the member slowly thrusting forward and back, moving closer to his person, if only just. The ropes restraining his legs reeled a bit as well, pulling apart, feeling two smaller strings chaff between his parting. He was panicked, having pieced together the use for the machine, again turning to an attempt at escape, though trying to slip from the ropes this time, knowing that if he could get mobility from just one hand, he'd be able to escape. His movements where gentle, light as he tried slipping from the bracelet, holding his breath, sweat dripping from his brow as his wrist chafed against the rough material. As time progressed he grew discouraged, the realization that the task was doomed to fail hitting hard, going back to trying to break the rope.
Another faint click. Robin's breath hitched, the toy edging closer to its target, speeding up at an almost unnoticed rate, feeling his cheeks begin to part as well, entirety pink in the violent blush painting his otherwise pale skin.
"Stop it, you sick bastards!" He screamed, knowing he had an audience, knowing no one would go to this much trouble not to watch. "I swear to god when I get out of this-" His back arched, or tried to, finding two belts running along his stomach and chest.
Another click. The bird was snow, or at least the color, skin so pale Frosty would be envious, the rubber moving forth, lightly brushing his hole, cheeks spread just enough to allow it. To say he jolted from the sensation would be an understatement, feeling a shiver run along his spine like a wipe biting his flesh, making him cry out in surprise at the sensation of his hole being nudged.
"No!" He screamed, color, other than crimson having drained from his face, terror bound as his struggle augmented. "Stop!" He was in a frenzy, so much so that he failed to hear the low click, feeling the object grow more insistent on gaining entrance to his tight hole, him refusing it, tightening to keep it closed, gritting his teeth in discomfort, trying to press his legs together, trying all in his power to stop what was sure to come, or at least trying until a click sounding, the boys face turning to a look of pure despair.
The high scream broke through the air in unison with the intense pain cracking his usually calm exterior. The unlubed extension forced its way past his hole, dipping just the head in before retreating, only to return again immediately after.
His body erupted in shakes, tears welling at the edge of vision, eyes wide as he bared through the pain, muscles tensing in reaction, preparing for the intrusion. A click sounded as his arms pulled at the bindings, the cock forced farther down his lewd tunnel, mouth ajar in an uneven cry, going a bit quicker as it reentered him over and over. The screams radiated the air in a performance of painful agony, forcing him to tug at the restraints, not to escape, but to brace himself for the strikes, causing another click to resonate to his displeasure.
About halfway now, at least now wet from natural lubrication, going in easier, even starting to feel good.
The thought sliced through his self respect, making tears release in few drops, he couldn't enjoy this, anything but this, though it seemed that despite, it would become just that.
His toes curled as the next click rang, rubber bushing ever so gently against his prostate, a cry of pure bliss leaving wet lips, making the tears fall quicker, moaning despite himself as the light brush found the same spot time and time again, trying to bite his lip at the beginning, though eventually unable to restrain the intense waves pulsing throughout his entire being.
His head rolled to the side, gritting his teeth, trying to arch, unable, a click sounding.
That was it, his world melted into an array of ecstasy, unable to control himself, as his mind transformed to a pile of mush, head leaning back in a great display of pleasure, feeling himself find release the moment the shaft plunged, slamming into the same spot, driving him into insanity, an intense shake of delight racking his everything. Despite his release the machine continued, slamming into him with the same force, soon having him half hard again. He pulled at his cuffs, rope digging into hands, as fingers wrapped around the ruff material, having nothing else to hold, a click sounding.
A wave flooded over him, a feeling so intense he thought he'd pass out, vision blurring from the sensation, drool escaping from the side of his mouth, mind gone, panting aloud, along with a sea of lustful moans, screeches leaving his person with each contact. Another release tensed his body, breath ragged as he hang limp from his shackles.
The torment continued for a bit before a loud buzzer, like one at the end of a sports game, sounded. He felt something brush along his rim, causing him to force his eyes to focus, seeing another cock pressing for entry, which it gain despite Robin's refusal.
"St-stop, it- it won't fit…" He was right of course, the addition tearing him apart.
Along with the second rubber, a collar he'd neglected to notice suddenly pulled up, craning his head back, the cry of surprise all it needed to force another member past his teeth, forcing its way down his unwilling throat, making him deep throat the toy, gagging aloud, saliva in a steady stream along the side of his face, along with tears of pained pleasure. The gagged cry met with a harmony of lustful moans, on-slate sudden in its arrival.
The pair intruding his lowest tunnel went at a intense speed, pounding his prostate in turn, causing his shaft to quiver, painfully closer to a fourth release, hearing another click.
"Mmhhh!" he attempted to cry, barely able to dart his eyes towards the source of the noise, noticing a door with two strings tied around the handle, one leading towards the ceiling, the other to the trigger or a shotgun, making his cry heighten.
Despite the door swung to the side, making a light bang against the wall as it hit, strings pulled, something warm and white erupting from the three shafts penetrating his person, tasting foul, the gun exploding, boy unable to dodge as a spray of the same substance exploded from the barrel, coating him in a layer of glaze.
The rubber, both in his rear and his mouth, retreated leaving his head to roll back, mouth parted if only just, mind to far gone to care about his state, panting wildly as a new gun pointed his way, at least for a moment, pulling back, a familiar face staring back with slight hints of concern, sliding gun in holster as he went to his bird's aid.
He said nothing, untying the restraints, fingering a bit of the white substance.
"Lotion…" He sighed, gathering the boy in his arms, heading back towards their apartment, not in the least bit concerned about the dead body responsible for the events, knowing the authorities would handle it. Eventually, though they would never know the reason for his death, tapes destroyed.
Okay, I found some time, so there it is.
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