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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.5
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Fill 2/? - Connor's stay at Bridewell Prison :'(
(Anonymous) 2013-01-16 12:45 pm (UTC)(link)*Cough* But in all seriousness, anon is terribly sorry for neglecting this post! Anon has annoying procrastination issues...
The third part to this fic may be from Connor's perspective, (Poor dood...) is it considered sloppy writing to switch perspectives? Unless you prefer the way it is now, for the voyeur side of things XP
But anyway here's another! Hope you like...
Oh! And thanks for the comments and suggestions~! c: Now I'll leave you to it...
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The prison was eerily silent, save for the exciting breaths and pants emanating from the cell. It spared the Assassin little-to no dignity since it was extremely doubtful that other prisoner's weren't listening to the harsh treatment being undertaken. In fact, I would go as far to say that what was currently transpiring stood as entertainment for them, if the lewd wet sounds were anything to go by.
My head snapped back to the scene when I head a particularly loud gasp, and it wasn't from the guards nor Hickey. Though they were mostly at fault, what with the guard's hand rubbing vigorously against Connor's clothed privates. His movements had increased in speed and strength as it tore another barely-restrained moan from the assassin. I could see balls of sweat sliding down his tanned face, it was growing more difficult to resist.
Swallowing the saliva which had gathered in my mouth, my eyes darted downwards to discover the small tent forming beneath the thick and strong hand.
My mind suddenly drifted to how the young man must be feeling when he comes to realise a part of him is enjoying this act of violation.
"I 'fink he likes it, lads, stroke 'im a little 'arder..." of course Hickey had to comment, I almost forgot he was there, but he had to be, to make the boy feel worse.
This kind of talk seemed to spur on the guards, "Take off his clothes." one of them ordered gruffly, most likely the ringleader of the group.
Most interestingly, Connor reacted to the command and made to sway his hips out of the man's tight hold, and to pull his arms and legs free so he could take flight. But that wasn't possible now. The guards only renewed their vice-like grip on his muscled body, blurting comments about how savage-like he seemed with evident glee.
"Hear him growling, boys? Like the feral dog he is." Laughs echoed throughout the vicinity as the guards managed to finally keep him in place, by allocating their weight onto his limbs, which must have been most uncomfortable.
I scrutinised the young man's body as he arched his back, gritting out a long anguished groan of frustration. A part of me was glad that he was still determined to resist the ministrations of his captors. I watched for every tense of muscle, for when his fingers dug into his palms, and most especially for when he would bite his lip and screw his eyes shut. He was finding it even more difficult to resist.
"No!"
He growled when his shirt was ripped open with such force that buttons were sent flying, it signaled the guards impatience. My eyes widened at the tanned, muscled expanse of flesh, his body was most impressive. The guards must have had similar similar thoughts to mine since as soon as his chest and abdomen were revealed, a pair of mouths latched onto it. "No," Connor breathed desperately, "Stop this, I do not want this!"
It was Hickey's turn to exploit this plea, "Aw, sorry you feel that way, sweet'art, see now, these boys are gonna 'ave their way with you and there's nuthin' that you can do about it," Connor soon lurched up to growl intimidatingly at him, tugging against his violators, "So just be a good boy an' lay still for 'em as they do the in-and-out 'fing, okay?"
It was a tad amusing how crude Thomas could be, the effect his remarks were intending were leaving an astounding impression on Connor. Who never ceased struggling as his boots were pulled off and his breeches were shoved down, leaving only his small clothes, his identity as an Assassin removed.
"He's too loud." A guard stated, fixing his hold on Connor's quivering thigh. "Maybe if someone shoved down their-"
I tried to blank out the strong implication, perhaps this was too obscene for me, nevertheless I swallowed my anxiety and kept on watching.
"Nah, he'll probably chew it off, given the chance."
"Well perhaps we can soften him up first, gag him."
Although the man was stopped by enough as he reached for the remains of Connor's shirt. "No, leave him. I quite like the sounds." the others chuckled at that, "You dirty 'ol bastard!" the initial guard shrugged with indifference, "What? I like 'em loud, certainly you blokes have your own fantasies." another nodded at that, "Fine, bind his arms then, I'm sick of wasting my energy to hold him still."
Hums of agreement sounded and no matter how much vigor Connor's struggles held, they slowly waned, leaving enough time for rope to loop around his wrists into a more punishing hold.
With his arms held above his head, face unable to remain stoic as warm, wet pressures slavered all over his chest, circling around dark brown nipples. He released a shuddering breath and pulled at his restraints weakly as his arousal poked a rather obvious lump in his undergarment. Connor twitched violently when another mouth pressed to his inner thigh, slowly making it's way up, its owner urgently undoing his own trousers, pulling his manhood out and stroking. "Ew, why you doing that? He probably doesn't bathe very often." one of them leeched at the guard licking the Assassin's thigh. "He tastes... good, and barely got a hair on him, too."
I should leave by now, I really should, the worst is not yet to come but I must see, my mind is screaming at me... to stay.
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Yeah this may probably end up having a large dose of non-con, unless OP does not want, which is fine, it's your request fic after all.
And yes, I have a problem with writing certain names for a man's genitals, particularly the one starting with 'c' and ending with 'k', I just can't do it.
Sorry again if this chapter seems disappointing, I wasn't too happy with it... :/
Captcha: How many colours in the list yellow, black, leg, red and monkey?
Oh! Oh! It's monkey! It's monkey! xP
OP
(Anonymous) 2013-01-17 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)I don't think it's sloppy to switch perspectives between parts if that's what you want to do! I'd love to see anything! And non-con is definitely fine
Re: Fill 2/? - Connor's stay at Bridewell Prison :'(
(Anonymous) 2013-01-20 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill 2/? - Connor's stay at Bridewell Prison :'(
(Anonymous) 2013-01-30 08:18 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill 2/? - Connor's stay at Bridewell Prison :'(
(Anonymous) 2013-01-31 08:00 am (UTC)(link)and yes please to non-con, because I am a terrible person
Re: Fill 2/? - Connor's stay at Bridewell Prison :'(
(Anonymous) 2013-02-05 03:49 am (UTC)(link)Absolutely cannot wait for the next part! Eeeeee