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scary-wizard-tower · 4 months

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characters: king, rook

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special kinks: bondage, overstimulation, degradation, sadism/masochism

length: 2.6k

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It was dark.

Chains dug into the plating on King’s wrists, holding him just high enough off the ground that he could barely stand flat-footed. Only one light shone overhead. His exposed plating only let the cold air get to him faster, his clothes off somewhere out of sight.

Heavy footsteps. He could see two glowing pinpricks of light, accompanied by the harshness of a power core.

“Hello, King.” Rook’s voice purred. “I am so glad we could finally conduct our business.”

King shuddered at the sound of his speech. As his eyes got used to the darkness beyond his yellow halo, he could see Rook’s massive outline standing before him.

“Rook.” King squeaked. Rook chuckled, putting a finger to King’s lips.

“You do not need to speak.” he said. “You will have all of the time in the world to give me your pathetic mewling. Why waste your breath now?”

Rook slowly began circling him, each of his steps intentional and patient. Calculated. His gaze was almost analytical, looking over every plating seam and joint. Perhaps it was more predatory, as if he were finding his prey’s weaknesses.

King could see Rook's plating crisscrossed by the thick leather straps of the harness he wore. It only accentuated his strong, powerful form, and King found himself short of breath.

Rook completed his circle and stopped in front of King again, reaching forward and putting a hand ever so gently on his cheek.

“You poor little thing.” he cooed. “I cannot wait to watch you fall apart in front of me.”

Before King could answer, Rook stepped away, out of sight. King pulled against his chains, but they held fast. He looked up, but he couldn't see where they ended.

Then, Rook reappeared, this time stepping into the light.

“I want to hear you beg for mercy, King.” he said coolly. He came even closer, and King could only keep his eyes up on his face. “But even so…it will never arrive.”

King could feel Rook’s hands on his stomach, slowly descending as he traced the lines in his plating, until finally, he stopped. King then gasped as Rook slowly slipped a toy into King’s waiting slit before stepping back again.

“Rook, what are you–”

He wasn't allowed to finish his sentence. King gasped again as he felt the toy inside him begin to buzz.

“Now…” Rook said. “How far can I take you?”

King whined, shuddering again. The chains held his weight even as his trembling legs threatened to give out. Rook resumed his circling.

“You were made for my entertainment, King. I must always remind you of that. We cannot afford you forgetting, can we?”

“I-I can't forget, Rook!” King answered, the desperation already creeping into his voice. “You-you won't…you won't let me!”

Rook laughed.

“I know. What do you think all this is for?”

King hadn't caught his breath. How he wanted to be ravaged, completely and utterly obliterated, but Rook was ever methodical and ever calculating. King wasn't going to get what he wanted.

“You are powerless, King. Give up your inhibitions now. It will only save you time.” he said. “Or perhaps not. It is not up to you, is it?”

A moan escaped King’s throat. He looked up at Rook with half-lidded eyes, trying desperately not to lose his composure. His fluids dripped onto the floor below him, drool pooling in his mouth. Rook chuckled.

“I know everything that makes you tick. You will not last very long, will you, King?”

How badly King wanted to prove him wrong. He had a stronger will than that! This had turned into a show of constitution, of just how long King could handle Rook’s tirade.

“You-you’re…you're–fuck, you're dead wrong.” King managed to sputter. “I-I’m not gonna let you win.”

“Always so headstrong, aren't you, King?”

King whimpered in response, the heat between his legs continuing to grow. And Rook hadn't even touched him yet! He involuntarily began to twitch his hips, the toy’s relentless stimulation not letting up.

Rook snorted.

“You are always so willing to get on your knees or open your legs for anybody that is willing to take you.” he said. “This is your punishment for being a little slut.”

The word hissed past Rook’s mouth like venom. It was jarring coming from him. King shuddered once more.

“Who do you belong to, King?”

King drew in a shaky breath, still trying to keep his composure. He looked up at Rook with half-lidded eyes, trying to will his mouth to form words, but another moan left his lips.

“I asked you a question, King. Do not make me ask again.”

King’s entire body had begun to tremble like a lost kitten on the street.

“I-I b-belong to-to you!” he managed to squeak.

Rook narrowed his eyes.

“I cannot understand you when you are blubbering like a toddler.”

King gritted his teeth, squirming in his place against his binds. The toy stuck in his sensitive loins did not let up, and he was certain Rook would ensure it wouldn't in the future.

“Now. Answer me.”

King’s breath came in short gasps. There was growing tension in his nethers as Rook pushed him ever closer to the edge.

“Rook–Rook, please, I-I can't…I c-can't…”

“You cannot what?”

Rook grabbed King's chin, their faces inches apart from each other.

“Your little whore mouth is hardly good for speech, anyway.” he growled, parting King’s jaws with his thumb. “It is such a pity you are hanging where you are. Your punishment keeps me from filling the empty space with my cock.”

King could only imagine it. More than anything he wanted to taste Rook as his mouth was completely overstuffed, to be hardly anything more than an object for his pleasure.

God, he was getting delirious.

“Rook, I-I’m g-gonna–” he stammered. Rook interrupted him.

“Do you really think you are deserving of such a thing?”

King didn't know how long he'd be able to hold himself back. He just whined pathetically in response. Rook let go of his chin, continuing his circle.

“Who do you belong to, King?”

King’s breathing became more ragged. He clenched his hands into fists, tightly enough he was certain he'd break something in his fingers.

“I-I belong to you! I always have!” he managed to splutter. Rook chuckled.

“I knew you were capable.”

King couldn't handle it anymore. His stomach tensed and his eyes nearly rolled back into his head, and he cried out without any regard as to how loud he was as he finally came, more of his fluids dripping down his legs.

The toy didn't stop.

King looked wearily up at him.

“R-Rook, gi-give me a second, I–”

It wasn't the word. Rook stepped off into the darkness again.

“No.”

Suddenly, King felt the vibration of the toy grow more intense, and he gasped roughly again.

This thing had multiple settings?

He writhed against his chains, but they didn't budge.

“I do not think you are truly bearing the weight of your punishment.” Rook mused. “After all, why should we stop here? Someone as constantly, pathetically horny as you must suffer the adequate consequences.”

King watched Rook as he picked something up from a table that was just out of sight. He could hear the rattle of more chains, and suddenly felt a new wave of energy wash over him.

As Rook began his circling again, King saw the chain in question dragging on the floor behind him, the metallic scraping sound filling the room more than the toy.

“I should not have to share my pets with other people.” Rook growled. “Letting you roam free is a generous act of kindness, King. To think you would take advantage of such a thing…it simply makes my blood boil.”

Rook stood behind King, drawing back and suddenly lashing his bare plating with the chain. King cried out when he did, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

God, he looked pathetic. Rook couldn't help but stand there for a moment and take in the scene he’d created; the pathetic beast in front of him, willing to follow his every beck and call, hopelessly powerless in front of him. The tight leather pants he wore had grown considerably tighter.

“Rook…Rook, please…” King struggled.

“Please, what?”

Rook pulled back and gave King another lash, earning yet another meaningless cry.

He circled back around in front of King, gently putting a hand on his shoulder. King nodded in response, as best as he could, anyway, and Rook returned to his place behind him.

“I want to hear you beg, King.” Rook snarled. King squirmed against his binds again, even though he fully knew they still wouldn't give way.

Rook gave him another lash.

King’s mouth hung open as he panted, pleasure and pain blending together in his mind. He couldn't hold back his moaning, long having given up what little composure he had to begin with, only succumbing to Rook’s relentless torture.

“Please, I-I…f-fuck, I…I c-can't…”

Rook just laughed.

“Look at how gorgeous you are, King.” he purred. “Oh, if only I had a mirror. Then you would see just how much of a laughable little bastard you are.”

King braced himself just in time for another lash from the chain. There were tears streaming down his face, but god, he didn't want to stop. The toy in his slit still hummed away, ever resilient in his tender loins. He was already close to another orgasm.

Rook walked another circle around him, and King could see the bulge pressing against the crotch of his pants. He swallowed the spit that had collected in his mouth.

“I treat you so well, King. Unfortunately, you truly did bring this upon yourself.” Rook said. “You cannot even speak to me.”

It was beginning to become too much.

The stings from the lashes only made the stimulation from the toy much stronger, and vice versa. King looked up at Rook's face again, shaking.

“What is it you want, King? Freedom? Absolution from the consequences of your actions?” Rook questioned, idly toying with the chain in his hands. “Mercy? Oh, did I not tell you in the beginning that you would not find it here?”

“Rook, I-I…p-please, I j-just…I just need a m-minute–”

“No. I want to see your undoing, King. How many more times can I make you cum for me? How much longer will it take for you to unravel at the seams?”

“God, fuck!” King shouted. “Please, Rook!”

Rook swung the chain back and forth in front of him, as if to tease him.

“What a thing of beauty you are.” he sneered. “An object only for my use. Is that not true?”

“It-it’s true, R-Rook!”

“Finally. A real answer from you.”

King continued to gasp and pant like an overheated dog, writhing and thrashing against his binds again, until finally, he once again reached his climax.

King's head tilted back as he screamed upward toward the ceiling, another deluge of his fluids dripping from his slit. His body spasmed as he did, his knees threatening to give out beneath him.

He looked up pleasingly at Rook, who folded his arms across his chest.

The toy didn't stop.

“My turn.” Rook said. He walked up to King, reaching up and releasing the binds that held him, only to use his chain to tie King’s wrists together behind him.

“Get on your knees.”

Without question, King dropped to his knees on the floor, bucking his hips around the toy, biting his lip as he did. He looked up at Rook, almost in a sort of daze, watching him as he stepped back.

Rook ran his thumb along the waistband of his own pants, unclasping the leather belt that held them up. He let them fall slightly, his cock finally freed from its hiding place beneath the tight material.

King swallowed more saliva as he watched.

“You truly are a perfect pet, King.” Rook purred, using one of his hands to gently pump his length. “You have a chance to redeem yourself.”

King couldn't take his eyes off of Rook, but he didn't necessarily want to. He was tired, he was weary, but despite it, the massive, impossibly perfect man before him gave him whatever little strength he still had. The impressive member before him was dripping pre, just waiting to be plunged into whatever hole Rook chose for it.

“Open your mouth.”

There it was.

King parted his jaws, and Rook wasted no time pushing the tip of his cock inside. King's desperate mouth took as much of it as he could possibly muster, and then a bit more, saliva running down his chin. Rook slowly started moving himself in and out, putting a hand on the back of King's head.

The toy inside King still tirelessly buzzed away. He whined around Rook’s cock, but got no meaningful answer.

“You continue to impress me with the way you can take so much. Perhaps you are learning from your punishment, after all.”

Rook increased his pace, his package slamming into King's chin each time he moved his girth inside. He ran his fingers through King's hair, electing to hold onto his horn as they went.

King felt each time Rook's cock struck the back of his throat. The relentless pounding continued on and on, with King desperately moving his own hips back and forth with the toy still inside his fleshy interior.

He was already close again, and beyond that, he didn't know if he could handle another. Rook moaned softly, and King couldn't help but feel another burst of energy at the sound. King was made only to serve Rook, wasn't he?

Rook’s thrusts grew more intense. His pleasured moaning soon turned into primal grunts, his teeth clenched in anticipation as he finally got the stimulation he so deserved. The heat in King's loins once again grew. Now it was a race between the two of them to see who would cum first.

Then, finally, Rook pushed his cock as far inside King’s mouth as it would go, roaring as his massive load of hot seed shot its way down King’s throat. He gave a few more heavy thrusts, until he sat there at rest for a moment.

King whined and squirmed. His mind begun to cloud as he made it to the edge once more, his entire body shaking as a third orgasm overtook him, making a further mess of the floor below him.

Rook chuckled as he pulled himself out, a strand of cum mixed with saliva connecting his cock to King's lips.

Finally, Rook turned the toy off.

King groaned.

Rook gently knelt down in front of him, stuffing himself back into his pants.

“Are you alright?”

King fought to catch his breath, shakily nodding. Rook reached around and untied the chains from around King's wrists, then gently took him up into his arms and stood up. He wiped King's face with his thumb.

“Jeez…” King breathed. Rook chuckled as he carefully set him down in a chair, finding their bathrobes where they hung on the wall and handing King’s to him.

“Did you enjoy yourself?”

King rested his head back on the chair after pulling his robe on, giving Rook a tired thumbs up in response.

“I need water.” he mumbled. “And food.”

“Of course.” Rook replied, tying the belt on his own robe. He knelt down next to King's chair, and they both leaned into a nice, tender kiss. “I will be back in a moment.”

He stood up and started heading for the door, stopping when King spoke.

“Rook?”

“Yes?”

“I…I love you.”

Rook’s face was soft in a way it was only when he looked at King.

“I love you too.”

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scary-wizard-tower · 4 months

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characters: king, tamatoa

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special kinks: unbirth, exhibitionism

length: 1.5k

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Much to his own displeasure, King found himself back in the casino. There were garish lights strewn up around the exterior, the palm trees wrapped in tinsel and ribbon to match. Tamatoa's annual holiday party was in full swing. Each person inside was specially invited, all having some kind of importance to Tamatoa or his alliances. Everyone he invited was there, whether they wanted to be or not, and King fell into the latter category.

Stepping inside, the slots and table games were just as busy as if the casino were open for business as usual. Despite the bouncer at the entrance, one who King unfortunately recognized from visits past, he was let right inside. He hoped he'd not be noticed, but the man lowered his sunglasses and smirked at him as he went inside. King had a sudden sinking feeling in his gut.

There, in the distance, right at the bar, lounged Tamatoa. He was front and center of a group of his sycophants, laying on top of the bar like a cat sunning itself. In his hand was a large glass of gin, and it was clear by the flush on his face it was far from his first.

“Ah! The star guest!” Tamatoa grinned, pointing his glass in King's direction. All eyes in the room turned to King. He felt exposed. Despite wearing his finest, he felt they could see right through it all. And soon, well, he feared they would.

Tamatoa slid his massive form off of the bar, his skin and girth rippling as it caught on the ledge of the table. He didn't mind, though, and began to saunter over to King. “How kind of you to join us tonight!"

If he were made of flesh, King would have gone as ghastly as a sheet. His eyes filled with terror as the behemoth of a man came towards him, his malicious grin striking fear deep into the cyborg's heart.

With a deft claw, Tamatoa carefully unbuttoned all of King's clothes, using the tip to pull any zippers down. King was frozen in place, trembling as he felt a heat begin to grow in his face and loins. He could feel everyone eying his body down as he was swiftly undressed, his comparatively small form shaking like a leaf from the hundreds of eyes around him. Tamatoa’s harsh pink eyes, glaring out over the rims of his glasses, conveyed a deep, insatiable hunger, one unmatched by any of the onlookers.

Before he had time to react, King was lifted up by the throat. Tamatoa's large, meaty hands firmly grasped the metal under his chin, bringing him up almost to Tamatoa's height. The beast moved in a circle as he held King, showing him off with a wide grin to the crowd around him. One of Tamatoa's claws reached up to tease King's sensitive folds, causing the man to writhe and whine as he tried to loosen Tamatoa's grip on his neck.

“Look at him. The pinnacle of Becile engineering.” Tamatoa scoffed, showing King off like a prized piece of prey from a successful hunt. He was met by a chorus of ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ from the crowd, though in the dim lighting surrounding the bar and the elegant costumes of the guests it was hard to make out anything but their eyes.

“So eager. So willing. So…needy.”

Tamatoa slammed King down on the bar with his stomach face down on the cold surface. He gasped as Tamatoa’s hands pinned him down, feeling his body compressed as Tamatoa pressed onto him with his upper body. With his forepaws, Tamatoa was tightening a strap-on to himself that he'd had hidden behind the bar. It seemed far too warm already as it probed at King's tight hole.

King let out a pained whisper as he felt the tip begin to slip inside his slickened cunt. There was a generous amount of lube slathered on the bright pink appendage, but it was still far too large to be anything close to a comfortable fit. He tried to grip at anything around him, but as his hands scrambled wildly about he felt nothing but the cold, polished stone.

The onlookers stared. Some of their eyes were to Tamatoa and his glee, others to King and his painful pleasure. A string of drool began to slip from his mouth as he moaned, Tamatoa pushing deeper and deeper into him.

After what felt like hours, King reached his climax. He nearly shrieked as his body shuddered, the metal of his plating making foul scraping noises against the stone of the bar below him. His eyes glazed over with pleasure as the muscles in his pelvis contracted, bringing his legs together and the strap into him as far as it could possibly go. He was panting, now, just from the exertion of that.

“Don't tell me you're done now. The fun's just begun!”

A hoarse whine came from King's throat as Tamatoa pulled out, leaving King's slit hot, wet, and exposed to the uncomfortably humid air of the casino around him. Toa began to unhook the strap and threw it back behind the bar, grabbing King's horn with the other hand. Tamatoa yanked King back and held him by his throat again as he climbed onto the bar. He laid out once again, just like how he had been when King first stepped foot into the casino. This time, though, he spread his own legs wide, exposing his own slit.

King was far too tired to struggle, but his panic had returned. He knew what lay inside Tamatoa, and he wasn't looking to get knocked up today. Not after last time.

But that was quite the opposite of what Tamatoa had planned. The enormous beast transferred King to the grip of his forepaws, and then his hindpaws. His arms were pinned tightly to his body, the exhausted man hardly able to do anything but groan as his captor pulled him closer to his dripping, throbbing slit.

And, before he could even let out a whine in response, his horn was pushed inside of Tamatoa's folds. It parted them, Tamatoa's clit beginning to throb with the stimulation as he pushed King further and further inside of him. His slit had to conform to the unusual shape and girth of King as he was forced inside, making the process excruciatingly slow for King and pleasurably drawn out for Tamatoa.

His strength, or what was left of it, was in full force now as he tried to press against the restraint of Tamatoa's strong hindpaws, but as he struggled the claws began to rake into his plating and he eventually ceased his attempts. The last thing he wanted to do was go in there with an open, gaping wound. Who knows what horrid diseases Tamatoa had in there?

Slowly, slowly, Tamatoa pushed the man inside him. His own moans of pleasure drowned out any screams that King could let out as he felt flesh begin to press against his head and face, hair plastered to his neck as he went up. Soon, his shoulders disappeared, then his chest and stomach, but Tamatoa paused before his waist and hips. He brought his thick tail around and inserted it with little grace into King's still sore slit, pressing him into Tamatoa from the inside. The smothering feeling of his horn breaching Tamatoa's cervix, his head emerging into the dragon's swollen, egg-filled womb followed by the stimulation he was receiving from below nearly made him cry if it weren't so pleasurable. How did Tamatoa know how to push all of his buttons, good and bad?

When Tamatoa could reach his tail no further in, he pulled it out of King and himself, letting the cyborg's legs follow the rest of him inside. The contractions of Tamatoa’s pelvic muscles forced King the rest of the way in, his forepaws hardly doing any work but kneading the area to stimulate them. King was on the verge of a panic attack, and Tamatoa could feel it.

“Oh, I promised to return you to where you came. Much to my disappointment, of course. But I didn't say when. How does, oh, next year sound? There's only a few days until then.”

King could feel Tamatoa's paws rubbing his abdomen, the imprints of his hands reaching through the fat and muscle and rubbing against King. The eggs inside Tamatoa's overstuffed womb made clacking noises against his plating. Everything was warm, humid, and far too wet. He felt like he was going to be compressed into one of these eggs if he had to stay here much longer.

Would he even be able to survive a week of this torture?

As the last of King's tail made its way up through Tamatoa's slit, the great beast finally reached his own climax. It was as violent as the finale of a fireworks display, his eyes twitching and his body spasming in pleasure. He was rolling in a puddle of his own and King's juices on the now-warm stone, but he didn't seem to care. Neither did the guests, all of them coming as he gestured forth his arms for them to touch and feel his body, exploring every fold and bulge along his massive form.

What a perfect holiday it was. And his party wasn't even over!

#nsft writing #trans nsft #cw unbirth #smut #t4t #t4t nsft #mod marm #character: tamatoa #character: king

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