~Random Semi-Violent, Non Consentual Sex Gundam vs Samurai Trooper Drag Story~
WARNING: (yes, sighz, ~another~ warning) Contains exceptionally NON consensual sex... if this disturbs you, steer clear...(If Schooldaze bothered you.. RUN) ~ Mink ~
-From the cradle to the
table--
d2
~Hiro Hate~
Seiji awoke slowly, his body aching in many different places in many different intensities. ~I was going to bed and....~ His mind drew an uncomfortable blank. He had been walking down the hallway wondering if he should read or just go to sleep. Not any more. Seiji was on his stomach, that much he knew, his arms out over his head. His wrists seemed to hurt in a dull vague sort of way, easily dismissable in his half-sleep state. ~My wrists hurt?~ It was then that his eyes flared open . Seiji turned onto his back and tried to sit up, brought short inches from a comfortable sitting position by his bound wrists, held to the bed posts by handcuffs with thin steel lengths of chain.
He felt strange.
Seiji's eyes went down to his own body. He was wearing a short pleaded green skirt, and a soft white sweater, going all the way down to his wrists. Noting that his legs were bare but he was wearing brown knee high riding boots, he blinked down at the length of his body, the short skirt pushed up to his upper thighs. Shifting uncomfortably, he realized that his underwear had been replaced as well. With something much smaller and much tighter. In fact it seemed someone had gone out of their way to hide his sex as much as possible. He tried not to let the thoughts of who had been over his nude vulnerable body invade his head, but there was little other course of action.
~Hiro.~
Seiji dragged his thighs together, ashamed of the short green skirt that had been placed on him, his fists clenching in anger in their metal cuffs. He was breathing faster which caused him to notice something binding against his chest under the soft fleecy sweater. He shut his eyes. ~A bra. I'm wearing a bra.~
v v v
Unnoticed, Hiro stared down at the exquisite girl that lay on the bed, her hands above her head, the delicate white wrists encircled in shiny steel cuffs, almost like silver bracelets. Her long legs were immodestly spread apart, the dark green pleats of her skirt, shamelessly high on her milky thighs. Her face was flushed pink, her lips slightly parted and trembling, her blue eyes furious. The white sweater had also risen a little showing an inch of her flat white stomach. Her blonde hair was pulled back from her face and tied in a delicate green ribbon behind her neck. She was absolutely beautiful. He swallowed, his mind buzzing from the fifth he had put away that night. He made some small noise to make her notice him, her eyes turning and narrowing on him in dangerous animosity.
She spoke, her voice reminding him of someone. Her voice was low, but he liked that much better than girls with high pitched voices. She seemed pretty angry and she even tried to sit up, letting him see the ivory satin between her legs when she pulled her legs up. She was so shameless. So unaware of what she was exposing, he felt his face grow warm. The image cracked a little, her words loud enough to penetrate the haze in his mind. ~It's Seiji. That's Halo.~ He smiled, the knowledge that the glamour was hiding a boy, not seeming to bother him. He watched Seiji kick out at him, ~his~ brown boots ending seductively at the knee. ~Where was the boy here?~ Hiro wondered staring down at him in wonder. ~Safely tucked away.~
v v v
Hiro looked down, Seiji stared up at him in undisguised hatred, his body shaking from angry tension. He looked so tempting, just laying there, unable to do anything but wait. Hiro grabbed his bare legs just above the knees and twisted him over onto his stomach, shoving his face into the bare mattress. He drew Seiji's thighs apart, and stood on his knees between them. Then grabbing Seiji under the hips he pulled Seiji up against him, forcing him onto his knees, his legs sprawled out on either side of Hiro's kneeling form. Leaning a little forward with his other hand, he pressed down on Seiji's upper back, forcing him face down onto the bare mattress, his arms out in front of him. Hiro, touched him over the shiny pleated skirt, then pushed the back of it up around Seiji's waist, the green pleats hanging down on either side of his bare thighs.
He nudged aside the deep satin ivory and touched him. Seiji growled angrily into the bed, violently trying to move away, but Hiro's strong hand on his hip, kept him firmly up against him. Hiro liked the feel of the bend of Seiji's thigh under his hand, right below the hip, and he rubbed him there, then let his hand slide from there to underneath him, under the skirt and rubbing the soft satin between his legs. Seiji moaned softly into the mattress, writhing in his grip, inadvertently moving against Hiro's hand, his wrists pulling at his cuffs, his fists clenched around the few inches of slack chain that attached them to the bedframe. Hiro grew more aroused with the feel of Seiji twist under him, Seiji's constrained sex pushing and rubbing softly in his open palm with his futile movements. Hiro slid his hand down lower onto his hard flat stomach, then slipped his hand under the top of the tight elastic of the satin panties, touching his confined sex.
Seiji's efforts to free himself doubled, an angry desperate noise coming from him. But Hiro firmed his grip, his hand under Seiji to keep him up on his knees, his own body firmly pressed up behind him. He explored the feel of Seiji's sex, the hair between his legs was unbelievably soft, as soft as the satin that rubbed up against the back of his hand. Hiro closed his eyes, his other hand pressing Seiji's face down into the bed, the feel of the white sweater under his fingers, the bra strap underneath that. The handcuffs jangled sharply as Seiji gave them yet another hard yank, his entire body trembling under him. Hiro withdrew his hand, and pushed aside the ivory satin in front of him, and squeezing his hand between his own body pressed up so close against him, he reached down and stroked Seiji between the legs from behind, pushing one and then two fingers in between his legs, the rest of his hand grasping the soft silk of his balls. Touching his sex at the new angle, silenced Seiji for a moment, his thighs tensing at the intrusion, his wrists twisting uselessly above him, his legs in the knee high brown boots shifting in silent frustration on either side of him. Hiro felt the pressure build under the button fly of his jeans, pressed up so firmly against Seiji, he could sense that Seiji must have felt it as well. Seiji once again, tried to collapse out from under him and move forward. Hiro grinned, the gentle stroking turning into a hard squeeze. He pulled his hand up a little, lifting Seiji up onto his knees once again from between his legs. Seiji let out a soft gasp as he was lifted up, his body stiffening, firmly on his knees once again. Hiro held him like that for a moment as if daring him to try it again, even increasing his painful grip a bit, his other hand pushing him down into the mattress even harder.
Seiji made a choking sound, muffled by his face being pressed so hard into the bed, that sounded suspiciously like a sob. He released him, pulling his hand out from under him and unbuttoning his fly. He pushed his own hard sex against the soft ivory fabric, his hand going quickly back to Seiji's hip to keep him from writhing away. The white flesh of Seiji's thigh looked so strange under his dark hand, he paused for a moment and stared at it. This was no good, he wanted to take him face up. He took his hand away from Seiji's back and put it on his other hip. Twisting Seiji around on his back, he pulled his leg across to the other side of him. Seiji let out a sharp breath when he was suddenly slammed down on his back, his face wet from tears, his cheeks flushed from exertion. Hiro moved forward on top of him, putting one arm under Seiji's left knee and pulling his leg up completely until Seiji's thigh lay against his own chest. Hiro locked Seiji's leg back like that, the knee high boot over his left upper arm. Seiji stared at him, his light blue eyes enraged, his teeth clenched tightly. Hiro used his other hand to push the green skirt up and out of the way. Seiji came back to life, looking back and pulling desperately on the chains behind his head, his breath in short frantic gasps. He was so exposed, his legs spread so far apart, his natural flexibility making it easier for Hiro to control him. Hiro's face was in his when he took him, staring into his eyes when he groaned, pushing himself as far as he could into Seiji's body.
Seiji's china blue eyes teared up and overflowed, his body stiffening and then shuddering, his head falling weakly to the side.
"Hiro." Seiji gasped, his entire body shaking in pain. "Stop."
Hiro shoved into him again, almost as hard as he could, making Seiji cry out, jolting his body on the mattress. He put his dark hand over the white skin of Seiji's face, pressing his hand hard over his mouth. "Be quiet." Seiji couldn't if he had wanted to.
Hiro stood by the window, a light breeze cooling his skin, the sweat evaporating from his face and chest. He looked back to the bed where Seiji lay, crying silently. It moved him almost to tears seeing him like that. Seiji lay on his back, almost all of his blonde hair had fallen out of the ribbon and down into his face. The green pleated skirt was thoughtlessly shoved up around his waist, the white sweater pushed up almost to the ivory bra. His legs were slightly bent up, his thighs together, his feet apart, the heels of his brown boots dug into the mattress. He was holding his legs together as if he was in pain, the soft ivory between his legs pressed between his thighs. His hands hung limply from his binds, his eyes shut tightly, tears rolling down his flushed face.
A ravaged girl. ~No,~ he thought, ~a ravaged boy.~
The thought made him want to do it again.
the end
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