Extension April 2023 Drabble #2 (Patreon)

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Part 2 (This Part)

Gabriel/Cassidy – predicament bondage – Gabriel just really needs to be put through his paces in the meanest ways possible.

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“You’re a mean bitch sometimes, jeffe,” Cole suddenly mutters. He almost sounds actually upset. “I dunno if I’d keep hanging around if you weren’t the thickest motherfucker I’ve ever laid eyes on. Like fuck you’re so damn hot.”

He grabs one of Gabriel’s thighs and digs his fingers in to feel the thick, round muscle that’s been chiseled to absolute perfection through years of rigorous training.

Gabriel growls at him but his immediate need to kick out like a fucking horse is stifled by the rope around his aching cock. His growl peters off into half a whimper, trembling eyelids closing. He has to gather himself again. Try not to move too much while Cole is a horny degenerate and keeps feeling him up.

“God I love your fat ass. You know that’s the thing that made me come here, right? I just had to see that thing jiggle during a training exercise. I still regularly jerk off to it.”

He grabs one of Gabriel’s cheeks and pulls it to the side, opening his hole up but also causing him to loose any contact with the tip of the warm wooden cock.

Gabriel nearly chokes on his own tongue, biceps bulging as he fights and only succeeds in pulling on his own fucking dick.

“Stop talking and push the damn dick closer!” he snaps, voice crackling. He’s lost any semblance of patience. He needs to get dicked and Cole’s syrupy, deep voice rambling about what a fucking degenerate he is only makes everything that much harder.

Cole pauses for a second, then lets go of him. Gabriel expects him to finally give him what he needs and let him fuck himself on the dildo… but he steps back and pulls his stupid hat off and puts it against his chest.

“You know? I think I forgot a really important appointment I got. Need to attend to that first, alright? You’ll just hang in there for a bit. I’ll be back in like… mmnn… an hour maybe? Maybe in the meantime you’ll think a bit about how mean you are to your favorite boy.”

Gabriel’s breath stutters. He turns his head to try and peer at Cole but the bastard is already moving toward the door.

He wants to ask him if he’s being goddamn serious – but no word comes over his lips. All he can do is impotently watch as Cassidy leaves him alone, strung up and helpless, his dick being pulled long by the rope and his hole desperately mouthing at the very tip of the cock.

He’s going to go insane. He is going to lose his mind because he needs to get fucked but he can’t throw his ass back the way he wants to. Not with the rope securely fixed just behind the ridge of his glans.

Every now and then a dribble of pre-cum hits the ground. It is so very quiet…

He could ask Athena to call for help but… does he want anybody to see him like this? With his fat ass awkwardly hanging out, trying and failing to fuck himself because his dick is attached to a bit of string?

No. He fucking doesn’t. And in any case… Cole’s disregard of his person is… kind of hot. Not that he’d tell the degenerate that. Fuck, he’s going to strangle him when he gets out of here. If he hasn’t gone insane before that.

He keeps rocking lightly back and forth, not managing to even put the tip of the wood dildo in but succeeding in pulling on his dick until he feels like it had to be twice as long as before. He wants it so badly… he wants to rearrange his guts until his head is filled with delicious white noise. He wants to scratch that itch that’s been crawling through his body for the past few days, making him more and more unbearable until even Morrison told him that he’s behaving like a bitch and needs to get laid.

As if he didn’t fucking know that! As if he didn’t. Fucking. Know. That.

He has no idea how much time has passed. He’s sweating all over, his muscles trembling in exhaustion, head hanging in defeat.

A pathetic whimper slithers from his chest, tears of frustration pricking his eyes. Is he going to start crying like a little girl because he’s not getting what he so desperately wants? Fuck… yes. Yes, he’s so damn close to it.

It’s a good thing Cole is suddenly back to prevent that from happening, though from the warm gentle hand that briefly rubs the small of Gabriel’s back, he feels like the bastard has been standing behind him for a good while longer than he would have liked.

“You ready to move on?” Cassidy asks in a low rumble. He sounds more mature than he has in the whole time Gabriel has known him. God, he can just imagine him becoming some kind of muscle daddy… a real bear with all that damn fur he’s got going on despite regulations-

“Hey, don’t get into your head again. You wanna move on or not? If ya rather keep day dreamin’, I can leave ya alone again. Come back later.”

“No!... no. I want… I want it.”

Cole’s hand seems to become heavier on the small of Gabriel’s back. His cock aches so badly… as does his hole. Though that one is purely psychological. It’s just his desperate need to be filled that is making him feel achy.

“How ‘bout you be a bit nicer to good ol’ Cole?” Cassidy murmurs. His voice has taken on a bit of a mean lilt that does not want to fit the ingrate but that Gabriel can begrudgingly respect.

Well, he wouldn’t have put Cassidy on board of Blackwatch if he were a total failure…

Gabriel exhales roughly, licking his lips.

With a slightly cracking voice he says: “Please. I need… I need it.”

Cassidy hums and slides his hand, fingers easily hooking into Gabriel’s hole. The sudden stimulation has him jerk and nearly castrate himself, mouth hanging open and nerve endings singing.

“Fuck yeah. You need it badly,” Cole says. Gabriel can barely parse the deep rumble of his voice. It does not really matter anyway; all that matters are those fingers in his cunt, giving him the slightest bit of reprieve after hours of pulling on his own dick and not able to spear himself on the fake dick right behind him.

Cole pulls his hand away all too early, though. Just after a few sloppy pumps does he leave Gabriel empty to instead crouch down and fiddle with the torture apparatus that he’s got Gabriel strapped into.

From one second to the next, the tight pull on Gabriel’s cock vanishes, allowing his erection to bounce up into the air, free and pulsing angrily in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

There are tears once again suddenly itching his eyes; the sensations are just too damn big.

He blinks them away, trying to get a grip over his own overwhelmed body.

“There ya go. Go on, then. You’ve wanted it so damn bad – take it!”

Cassidy’s words barely make any sense… but the slap on his ass cheek definitely does. He can feel the vibration through his whole body, the clear, brief pain startling Gabriel out of whatever daze he’d been in danger of falling into.

He shuffles, his knees not wanting to cooperate for a moment – and then he manages to all but let himself fall back, spearing his hole onto the warm, wooden cock that had been taunting him for the past however-many hours.

He doesn’t make a sound. At least Gabriel thinks he doesn’t. It’s all a bit difficult given that his cock is aching and his nerve endings are singing and his head feels like it is going to explode any minute now.

Cassidy might be spanking him to help him stay in some kind of rhythm, but Gabriel honestly can’t tell. All the sensations just bleed into one another. They’re an exquisite, intoxicating cocktail of pleasure and pain, swirling through his body and making his overheated brain want to just shut down for a few blissful moments.

His cock bounces wildly beneath him as he moves, fucking himself. He’s never felt as good as when he can finally have what he’s been denied for so long.

There’s honestly something… religious about it.

Cassidy keeps talking about him, his words a slow stream washing over Gabriel while he desperately grunt fucks himself on an inanimate cock.

Cole tells him how his whole body moves. How thick he is. How he loves Gabriel’s fat ass. How he can’t wait for him to power himself out so Cassidy can have a turn as well.

Gabriel would never let the ingrate get a leg up on him if he were in his right mind, but right now he honestly doesn’t care what Cole does once Gabriel’s brain has shut off with the best orgasm of his life. He can fuck him a million times for all he cares. Just use his unconscious body like a cumdump.

Hell, he can even film the whole sordid affair.

Gabriel doesn’t fucking care. He just wants to cum, cum, cum.

And come he does.