2010-08-25 04:01 pm (UTC)
the boy named Lucas...
oh god this is my first thing ever.
I'm sorry you had to wait all this time for such a sucky thing!
The boy named Lucas is shackled to the bed.
Dark Toon Link ran his cold hands down the boy’s chest and smiled.
The boy named Lucas is struggling and crying.
“Oh, I love when you do that,” he laughed.
The boy named Lucas whimpers and pleads through the gag.
Though nearly impossible to understand, Dark Toon got the gist: “Let me go! Please! Please!”
Lucas wasn’t wearing a shirt, but he still wore his shorts. Time to fix that!
Dark Toon licked his chest, sliding his fingers through the belt loop.
The boy named Lucas is frozen in fear.
Roughly, he pulled them down, exposing Lucas to the moonlight. Smirking, Dark Toon examined him closely. “Nice.”
He looked back at the blonde boy's face, still coated in tears. His pants tightened more.
He jumps off the bed and quickly peeled off his clothes, repressing chuckles. He almost discarded the hat, but paused and glanced at his captive. Instead, he placed it on Lucas’ head.
“You look even cuter,” he purred. Dark Toon Link kneeled over the newly-struggling boy and licked his hand, wrapping it around Lucas. He let out a very satisfying squeak.
The boy named Lucas flinched.
Dark Toon stroked him. He smiled when Lucas helplessly responded.
He squeezed hard. Lucas squeaked again, moaning in both pleasure and horror.
He flinched again as Dark Toon let go. He leaned over Lucas’ face, kissing his tears. “Shhh…” He pulled the hat over his eyes.
The bed creaked.
Silence for a long moment, and Lucas whimpered. Suddenly, he felt wetness around his tip. Instinctively, he pushed himself upward with a moan from the other. Hopefully…the more he cooperated, the faster he’d get away.
He pushed up again, plunging deeper. It felt fantastic.
Abruptly, the wetness went away. He groaned in fear and disappointment. Then he felt a flash of horror when the disappointment registered. No! No, I can’t—can’t like this!
His legs were forcefully spread apart; he was hit with hideous, agonizing pain.
The boy named Lucas screamed.
A whisper on the edge of his perception: “Shh… no-one can hear you…shh…”
He felt the dark boy thrust and screamed again.
“Stop…it’ll feel better soon…”
Liar! But slowly, it lessened to manageable levels. He was crying again, but he didn’t scream.
“Oh…oh, Lucas…!” A howl, a sudden rush of warmth, and… emptiness.
“You don’t seem happy…oh! I know! Sorry, you distracted me.” Talking like this was a normal day at luncheon…
The wetness enveloped him again, more than the last time. Mindlessly, he thrust again and again, but the pleasure didn’t overwhelm the sick feeling in his stomach.
It erased all else: Dark Toon Link’s probing tongue massaged him, and he couldn’t take it anymore; he exploded inside of the other's mouth.
The hat was pulled from his eyes and placed on the rightful owner’s head. “Wasn’t that fun?” Lucas’ white dripped down, contrasting heavily against the dark skin. Red eyes flashed.
Dark Toon slid off the bed. “Be right back!” He walked into the bathroom off to the side.
The boy named Lucas renewed his struggles.
He came back within a few minutes and put his dark uniform back on. “I’ll catch you later,” he whispered, kissing his forehead.
A thrill of fear punched him in the gut. No no no don’t leave—
The door slammed.
The boy named Lucas…
…is all alone.