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Prompting: [CK or KK: pairing/gen/etc, kink]
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CK: Carmen/Amanda, fluff
Post-divorce Amanda finds herself in a sports bar hit on by some aholes, but the cute waitress gets rid of them for her. Bonus for bathroom cunnilingus.
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FILL (2/3) Re: CK: Daniel/garage thugs, non-con
Date: 2021-01-30 10:43 am (UTC)LaRusso looked at him with disbelief on his face, as if he couldn't believe that someone like Chris would dare to address him, then laughed and shook his head.
„Freaking unbelievable,“ he mumbled to himself, taking out a handkerchief to remove the sperm from his face. “I did what you asked.” Taking a deep breath, he continued, “You’ll let us go now.”
Chris gritted his teeth. Johnny was confused. Did LaRusso not realize the situation he was in? A minute ago he had obediently sucked a dick for them, and now he tried to extort authority again?
„So I’m trying to be nice to a dirty little twink like you and that’s how you thank me?“ Chris said. When Johnny cast a quick look back at LaRusso, he saw that the man was rolling on his feet into a squat, looking at Chris with strangely dark, nearly black eyes and half-parted lips.
A ghost of his hateful sneer was still lingering, but more than that, he looked hungry.
„What are you going to do?“ LaRusso asked, biting his lower lip. „Force me to swallow your prick?“
“Ey boss, I know who he is.” That was the little bastard they initially chased. The heavy accent tinted his words. “He’s all over the valley. LaRusso Daniel – chopping prices.”
Another one laughs, “Yeah, right, I remember a billboard with him. Now I know why he had a dick sprayed on his face. Seems like that wasn’t a joke.”
“You even know who I am now. Can we finally go?” LaRusso asked worked up.
„Take your clothes off,“ Chris commanded in a dry voice.
„What?“ LaRusso asked incredulous.
„Take your clothes off,“ Chris repeated patiently. One of his henchmen cracked his knuckles.
„The fuck I’m—„
Chris slapped LaRusso across the face, sharp, and whistled with amusement when he saw LaRusso’s head being yanked to the side and his dark hair falling over his eyes.
When LaRusso turned his head back to look at him, part defiance and part … excitement on his features, a red mark was visible on his cheekbone.
“I’m not going to repeat myself again. I don’t care who you are. Right now you’re our bitch, understood?”
LaRusso shivered with fear, or was it excitement? Still on the floor he took off his bomber jacket and t-shirt. One of the guys yanked them out of his hands and threw them in Johnny’s direction. Too late he closed his eyes.
“Look who's awake! Sleeping beauty is with us again.” Larry rushed over to him and shoved him into a sitting position. Johnny was immediately dizzy. He felt himself heave.
“Oh my god, are you alright, Johnny.” Before LaRusso could storm over though, Chris pointed his gun at Johnny.
LaRusso sat back on his feet, unmoving.
Chris sighed, “Get our guest a chair. And you-“ he turned back to LaRusso. „I said all of your clothes. You better be naked in less than a minute, or I’m going to send your boyfriend to the afterlife.“
“He’s not my boyfriend. But you won’t hurt him, that’s the deal!” LaRusso hissed at him. Chris looked at him, almost alarmed by that sound—LaRusso sounded like a snake, a dangerous animal, all hate, and poison, and cornered.
Then LaRusso stood up, opened his trousers while toeing off his sneakers and pushed them down, together with his underwear, a pair of ‘Philipp Plein’ boxers. His cock sprang out, dark and slim and … rock hard.
Chris looked at it with a grin. “That’s better.”
Meanwhile, Johnny was heaved in a chair by Larry. He was struggling with sitting up and his vision was slightly unfocused.
LaRusso obviously tried hard not to look over to Johnny. Embarrassment flushed his face, while his hands were still white from balling them into tight fists.
„Brace yourself against that car and spread your legs,“ Chris ordered.
Johnny’s stomach finally slowly calmed down and he could watch with more focus – which made him sick again. The whole scene was surreal.
They were in a fucking illegal garage. Junk surrounded them. LaRusso was slowly walking over the dirty ground on his bare feet to a silver car, bending slightly forward over the hood slowly spreading his legs.
“Now, spread your ass.”
It’s cold and LaRusso’s nipples were stiff and rock hard. Johnny noticed how red and swollen they were, like his lips. He could practically see the adrenaline pumping through LaRusso.
The stupid man tried again, “You won’t kill him over this.”
Chris chuckled, “You wanna try me? Larry hit him in the stomach.”
Johnny was blinded by the pain and only dimly aware of LaRusso shouting something. When the pain subdued, he heard the pleading, “Please, I’m sorry, okay, I’ll do it, I’ll do whatever!”
“Today, slut!”
Johnny thought that was it, LaRusso would refuse. Instead he slowly leaned further over the hood until his upper body was braced against it and shifted his legs far apart. His hands took his buttocks and he spread them.
Johnny could see his hole pulse, it looked like one a modern porn star might have – shaved, clean, lighter than LaRusso’s otherwise tanned skin. It was the most obscene display Johnny had ever seen. LaRusso’s flushed face, with tears of shame threatening to fall, completed the picture.
Chris walked over and let a finger glide over the exposed pucker.
„What the fuck?“ LaRusso’s voice sounded desperate as he tried to stand up and cover himself, but Chris wouldn’t let him. „Stay exactly where you are, slut,“ he growled, and LaRusso sank slowly back, bracing himself on the car again. „I want everyone here to see what a slut you are. I mean, look at that hole, all clean and fancy and shit. And that hard cock pressed against our precious car; aren’t you ashamed, fancy boy?”
And Johnny could see he was. Tears of anger and shame started to glide down LaRusso’s twisted face. Sobs shook his body.
“Now, now, don’t be like that. We aren’t as bad as you may think. I’ve taken a liking to you, so you get the good treatment. We could have just fucked you raw and let you bleed all over the floor, but we aren’t inhumane.” Chris’s voice is filled with false sweetness.
“Fuck you!” LaRusso spat out between sobs.
“In time. Here’s what’s going to happen,“ Chris said. „I and the boys will watch you suck and fuck yourself on our cocks and for that, I want you prepared. Until I tell you to stop I want you playing with your hole to keep us in the mood. If we’re bored we might destroy your ass before you’re ready, so make it good. You’re gonna thank me later for that kindness on my part.“
LaRusso took that in. He seemed to want to say something but deemed it’s better to keep his mouth shut. Chris grabs a jar of vaseline, used for polishing the cars' dashboards, and places it in front of LaRusso’s face.
Johnny watched as LaRusso, still sobbing, dipped his fingers in and reached behind him. One hand spread a buttock when he rubbed the vaseline around and over his hole, slowly pushing some of the makeshift lube in. LaRusso’s body was shaking with emotions when he finally carefully dipped a finger in.
“Faster!” Chris commanded.
Johnny would tear all of them apart. He would murder them and cut them for this. The only emotion more potent than his rage was the burning desire for his karate rival building in the deepest darkest corners of himself.
It was so wrong, but he couldn’t keep from hardening. The sight of LaRusso pushing a finger in and out of his ass, while tears streamed over his face was too much for any sane man to handle. And LaRusso had said it himself – Johnny was a lunatic.
When he looked at LaRusso again, he was already slipping two fingers in and out of his hole, before circling it with more vaseline. He still had his mouth open, wetting his lips with his tongue.
Johnny was shook when LaRusso shifted his naked from slightly so he could shyly glance over to him.
All defiance, all aggressiveness was gone without a trace. Instead those brown eyes were fixed on Johnny, like he was his anchor, the only one he saw.
Surprising, probably everyone LaRusso started to softly moan. His body suddenly shuddered and he looked so desperate at Johnny, his voice ringed through the garage. "Is this how you like it?" he gasped addressing no one in particular, biting his lips. But Johnny felt like the words were directed at him. LaRusso shoved his fingers roughly into his ass, and they started to slip in more effortless, as he continued to moan. He hardly blinked and kept his eyes fixed on Johnny.
“Knew he was a fucking slut,” Larry murmured beside him. The man still kept a hand on Johnny’s shoulder so he wouldn’t just fall over. “Only whores walk around with their holes looking like that.”
LaRusso takes more and more vaseline, pushing it deep into himself, moaning louder and moving his hips, so his cock was rubbing against the car.
„Disgusting slut,“ Chris said derisively. „Putting yourself on display like that. I mean how old are you? Thirty? Thirtyeight?”
“Fourtynine,” LaRusso groaned when he pushed another finger in. Their gaze still locked, like LaRusso wished it was only them in here.
Some guy whistled in approval, giving Chris a look when the man raised an eyebrow. “What? I like my guys older.”
Their boss nodded, “But you’ll have to wait Trevor, after your cock he’ll be no fun for anyone else here.”
Johnny registered what he meant. Against Trevor’s trousers a massive half-hard cock was visible. He would laugh at the fact that the ‘black cock’ trope seemed to hold up, if there was anything laughable about the current situation.
Those seconds of glancing away was enough to break his connection with LaRusso, who seemed barely aware of his surroundings anymore anyways. He had at one point hiked one leg up on the car, spreading himself even further.
Chris bent over the hood leaning leisurely on it, his face inches from LaRusso’s. “Don’t you know that this is what little twinks like you are made for? Getting their holes fucked? Shouldn’t you apologize to even look like that at your age?“
LaRusso parted his lips, moaned, and closed his eyes.
„Sorry,“ he whispered.
Johnny nearly jumped up. He hated to hear that word out of LaRusso’s mouth, delivered in this meek tone.
Chris smiled, “Tell me what you are and what you want.”
„I’m a disgusting whore,“ LaRusso said, biting his lips and plunging his long fingers into his hole again. Johnny had a hard time now to keep himself from doing something stupid. His own cock was treacherously throbbing.
„Nngh,“ LaRusso moaned, arching up. „Can’t wait to have a cock fuck my hole.“
Johnny clenched his teeth, unable to decide if he wanted to keep watching or finally tune out LaRusso who was fucking himself with abandon now.
“Don’t come,” Chris said before taking him by the back of his head and kissing LaRusso.
Johnny growled with fury. Why wasn’t LaRusso fighting? The answer obvious: Because no karate in the world was faster than a gun. LaRusso was doing this for him, to protect Johnny’s worthless life.
Chris’s menacing whispers carried through the room filled with sexual tension. “You really are a slut, huh? Tell me how often do you get fucked by guys? Probably daily.”
“Never,” LaRusso breathed.
Chris playfully hit his face. “Tsk, no lies.”
“It’s the truth,” LaRusso’s half-lidded eyes were unfocused. He shuddered every time his own fingers thrust in. “Only a few times. Was seventeen back then.”
Chris hit him again, harder. “That hole is way too loose. I know a used ass when I see one.”
“Only recently started to play with myself again. Toys,” LaRusso’s voice is reduced to whimpers.
“So when I push in, I’ll be your first real cock in ages?”
LaRusso only nodded.
Everything went fast. Chris takes LaRusso’s hand and yanks his fingers out. They leave with a plop his glistering hole, which by now couldn’t even fully close anymore. Coating his own fingers in vaseline Chris plunged them in, making LaRusso shriek in surprise.
Chris said, “This is probably a dream come true for you, slut.” LaRusso shook, trying to get away from the thick fingers scissoring him even further open.
The big man unzipped his trousers and smeared some of the vaseline on his cock. Taking LaRusso’s hips, he pushed in, slowly, unforgiving.
LaRusso screamed. He started thrashing.
"Hurts!" he sobbed. His erection wilted. "No!" he whimpered, but Chris was merciless. The man ordered him in a cold voice, “Relax!”
Then LaRusso’s hole swallowed the cock and closed around its base when it pushed in the last few inches.
A loud sob echoed through the garage. There was something savagely beautiful about the way LaRusso’s body is now covered in a thin layer of his own sweat, panting heavily, obviously aroused again. At the same time, he could do nothing but take the vicious fucking he received.
Chris’s hands dug into those slender hips, leaving bruises for sure. “Fuck, you haven’t been lying. Fucking tight slut hole you have there.”
He kept on leisurely thrusting. “Look at yourself," he taunted LaRusso. "You were born to be fucked like a whore."
When LaRusso didn’t answer, the man slapped his ass. Johnny saw one of the guys stroking himself, while the others palmed their cocks through their trousers.
"Answer me." Chris slapped the ass again harder.
"Yes," LaRusso wailed, broken. "I was … made for this."
"Tell me what you are," the man demanded.
"I am a slut," LaRusso cried out as the man leaned forward again and pressed deep inside.
Johnny couldn’t stop himself any longer. He shouted into the tape over his mouth in utter frustration. Larry taunted him, “Oh no, someone is angry that you play with his toy, Chris.”
Johnny blocked out the voices around him, laughing at his helplessness, taunting him for his inability to save his friend. Instead he focused on LaRusso, who locked their eyes again moving his hand over the surface of the car towards him.
The invisible bond between them suddenly stronger than before. Though it broke Johnny’s heart more and more he kept watching. LaRusso needed his strength and he would be there. He wouldn’t abandon him, wouldn’t close his eyes or avert his gaze like a pussy.
The realization what Johnny was trying to do and the gratefulness due to it in LaRusso’s face were the last straw. Johnny felt angry tears streaming down his face.
With a hard thrust Chris stilled. LaRussos eyes rolled backward in his head with a loud sob.
One of the guys snarled, “Oh, come on, Chris, did you have to breed the bitch? You know how I hate to shove it in a used hole.”
“I swear to god, when you’re buried in this ass you won’t care anymore. Guess what they say about fancy guys and tight asses is true.” LaRusso stayed slumped over the car when Chris finally pulled out. “Push it out, slut.”
Johnny gulped when the broken body shook as he tried to do as told. “Fuck, yeah,” Chris growled when some of the come came out. He roughly shoved a finger in, pulling it completely out again. Even more sperm flowed out, dripped down LaRusso’s long legs.
“Come on, Chris, man, you’ve had your fun. Let us others play too.”
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