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I-35 - 1 (Dog Complex)

content: blood, death, degradation, fingering, fisting, hair-pulling, injury, kidnapping, manipulation, masturbation, oral, rape, scent kink, strangulation, violence, voyeurism

a young butch goes through his initiation into the gang he’s joined.

Today is bound to be a good one.

The sun hasn't risen yet, and the kid is not used to being up this early. He blames it on the uncomfortable sleeping bag. Luca was impatient the night before and left the kid to his own devices. It wasn't an issue—before getting picked up by Luca's gang, the kid had grown pretty used to fending for himself. Another silver lining: he has his own tent.

After the hike they had yesterday—an hour and a half of steep climbing through a dense, thorny thicket—the kid luckily passed out the second his head hit his balled-up hoodie. Luca said the return will be much easier since it's downhill. He muttered something under his breath about the cargo and the kid brushed it off. He has long learned to not question it and he does not exactly mind.

Luca is snoring loud enough the kid can hear him across the short distance their tents are set apart. As the kid shifts and dresses, he moves as carefully as he can to keep from waking the older butch. Luca is fine—usually, the most attention the kid gets is a stern glare or some shit thrown at him.

Technically, he should stay in the safety of the tent, at least until Luca starts stirring, but he's growing antsy. This is a big day and deal, and he's anxious to get the ball rolling.

When the kid crawls out of his tent, he feels like he's being born again. This is what this is all supposed to be. A big day in his honor—go prove yourself and return as one of us. The kid's skin prickles as he mulls it over, staring at the wet dirt. He's laying on his belly, half-in, half-out of the tent opening, wondering if he should just hightail it out of here.

Then, there is a particularly loud groan from Luca's tent and a breathless sigh. The kid stares holes into the neighboring tent, and curiosity gets the better of him. If Luca catches him spying, he'll have hell to pay. But he's bored . They have hiked for days to get here.

Another low groan pulls the kid from his musing and he finds he can't go another second without being a little nosey.

Luca's tent is tucked between two spindly, sad-looking trees. The kid approaches it quietly, making sure to roll through his steps, and then he's right on it.

Some of the mesh parts of the tent roof are exposed, and the kid peeks in. Luca's laying on his back, the sleeping bag completely bunched up at one end of the tent, and he has one of his forearms slung over his eyes while his other hand works between his legs. The kid's face burns, and he finds himself unable to work his legs.

Watching Luca like this feels weird. Aside from the obvious reasons, it is just odd to see him so vulnerable. He's always very reserved and watchful, usually only following people with his eyes during meetings. The kid doesn't know a lot about him, but now he knows what sorts of noises he makes while jacking off. Low and raspy. It is not that much of a surprise.

The kid finally regains control of himself and shuffles slowly away from Luca's tent. His face is stuck in this odd expression like he can't decide how to feel about what he's just seen. Now he knows he can't stray too far.

Instead of returning to his tent, he lingers outside as the sun begins to rise. It is still early enough that the grass is covered in a light layer of dew. As the rays stretch across the horizon and filter through the trees, the light glitters on the damp ground. The kid lays on his back, staring up at the leaves and whiling away the time until Luca emerges.

Luca comes out of the tent with an exaggerated yawn like he's trying to act like he wasn't just humping his hand. The kid rolls his eyes and sits up.

"Mornin'," Luca greets quietly. "Big day, huh?"

The kid shrugs. He doesn't really want to talk about this. What is there to discuss?

Luca waves off the silence and immediately begins packing their tents. Usually, he snaps at the kid to help, but jacking off seems to make him more agreeable.

The kid vaguely knows what he's getting into. It is not so difficult to determine why the guys come back to their settlement covered in grime and blood, reeking of alcohol and sex. Will this be worth the safety? The kid mulls over the recent past and the weeks leading up to his recruitment.

Scavenging under the summer sun, the back of his neck blistering and splitting from the damage. Once, he scraped his hand while reaching for something, and the wound festered for days, sending him into a delirious waking nightmare of vomiting and crawling through the dirt. Oscillating between roasting alive within his skin and shivering with phantom cold. The kid really thought he was going to die then, and remembering it is enough to fortify his resolve.

So what if he has to hurt someone? It won't be any worse than what he's endured. Even as he thinks this, justifies this to himself, his stomach still churns with unease. It feels like he's looking at a line that is not meant to be crossed. Luca is behind him, ready to push.

"So, the settlement we're hitting is where Davis used to be."

Another casualty. Who knows what it's called now? The kid recalls distant camping trips to the springs in the area. Maybe they'll have some time to swim.

Luca continued, pushing their sparse things into their twin backpacks. "We'll be in and out pretty fast if shit doesn't get messy. Which it shouldn't," he says pointedly before returning to packing. They have a van a few miles from here they'll have to hike to, but Luca alluded to something that would help them along the way.

"I won't be a problem," the kid says and stands.

Luca emits an indistinguishable grunt and waves the words away. " Good. Now help me get all this shit together, we don't wanna be out in the heat too long if we can help it."

Turns out, it takes a hell of a long while to pack while getting bitched at. By the time everything is accounted for and squirreled away, the sun is fully up and beginning to beat down. Luca checks his watch and gestures for the kid to follow. They hide their bags in the dense thicket surrounding some of the trees. It is unlikely anyone's followed them—or that anyone is living out here—but Luca always errs on the side of caution.

Luca leads them confidently through the trees in a way that suggests he's been here before. The kid would not be too surprised. Most of the gang members he's met are reserved, but some of them have quietly shared their stories. The kid's heard tales of Luca's adventures and he is not sure if he's more excited or nervous to be tagging along this time.

"The fence is a long ways away, but we should get there in half an hour."

The kid nods and trudges forward. He's wearing his big, clunky boots. They're getting caught in stray brambles and picking up enough chiggers to make him regret the decision. The thick soles give him an inch or two of height, and anything counts when paired with Luca's massive frame.

Luca walks with purpose and he is wearing boots much better suited to the terrain, so it is not long until he's striding far ahead. The kid breathes a curse and scrambles to catch up. Luca is not much taller, but he stomps through the underbrush until it gives way to him. The kid futilely attempts to replicate his pace.

It's a little embarrassing. He can't take the sound of his loud struggle anymore.

"What was yours like?"

Luca glances over his shoulder and scowls. "What?" Pleasant guy.

"Your initiation."

A wry smile works its way onto Luca's face. "You really wanna know?"

The kid shrugs. "I'm nosey."

"The same, basically, but I was with the first guys back in the beginning. There was no initiation for us," he explains impatiently.

Right, it is always Luca and some other guys who are organizing raids or delegating tasks. The implications of that are gut-churning, though that may just be the kid's trigger-happy imagination. As they walk, he can't help but think of what they all got up to during those first tumultuous weeks. For a while, martial law was declared to keep people like Luca in check, but somewhere down the line, it collapsed. After that, there was absolutely nothing stopping people from taking control of the roads.

Luca must have watched everything fall and then realized no one was around to pick the pieces up. Then, he probably realized he could now do whatever the fuck he wanted. The kid barely recalls it. He was too busy trying to stay alive after his world got flipped on its head.

Although the kid doesn't ask, Luca offers a memory: "Honestly, I don't think it was super far from here. But my guys and I just came in and took whatever. Girls, guns, booze, the like, y'know."

Already, the kid is thinking of all the horrible possibilities. Luca seems to get a kick out of being vague and watching the kid squirm around, deciding whether or not to pry.

Unaware of the kid's discomfort, Luca merrily continues, "Maybe we'll run into some of the ones who ran off—don't wanna get my hopes up though."

The kid can't hide his disdain. However, he doubts he would do anything to help if push came to shove. Forever a vaguely uncomfortable bystander.

At some point, the rocky, grassy uphill battle eases into something more befitting of a settlement. They are high in the hills now—or the mountains, depending on who you talk to—and the kid can hear the nearby creek and the distant crash of the waterfall. Nostalgia threatens to choke him up and he fights back the knot in his throat. Luca would never let him hear the end of it if he caught him crying about days long gone.

Within the next ten, tense minutes, the fence comes into view.

"It's not on, is it?"

Luca levels the kid with a perturbed glare. "What the fuck do you think?"

"Jesus, nevermind."

"Let's just get on with it, their patrol guy should be circling back soon and I don't wanna deal with it."

The kid nods and silently follows Luca out from under the cover of the trees. The space around the fence is devoid of life, just the rust-red dirt the settlement dug up to install the fence. As they creep closer, a hole in the chain link beckons them to investigate. When Luca pays it no mind and simply holds it open to let the kid through, it becomes clear he's been here before. The kid's stomach crawls and he can't figure out if he's excited or worried. Maybe a little bit of both.

Once inside, Luca moves more quietly, keeping his wide frame crouched near the earth and trying to use the tall grasses as camouflage. The kid mirrors him without being told and when Luca casts an appraising glance over her shoulder, he smiles his approval.

Then, he jerks his head to beckon the kid forward as they cross into the treeline. When the kid slinks up to Luca's side, he hears it; the unabashed, open sounds of women having a good time.

Luca places a finger to his lips and grins with a malicious hunger. Shh.

After pausing to let the kid hear their prey, Luca takes the lead again and creeps through the grasses.

It doesn't take long until they reach a trail beaten into the earth and on the other side of it, a clearing with a spring. The kid can make out moving shapes through the many tree trunks and tries to ignore how Luca's breathing has grown heavier.

"What now?"

Luca turns to him and raises his brows as though to ask what're you waiting for? He says, "Go and get one."

The kid knew this would happen, but it doesn't help him feel any less in over his head. Reluctance is the wrong move and Luca's placid expression quickly sours—the impatient fucker.

"Go on!" Luca hisses, speaking through his clenched teeth and shoving the kid from the thicket. "Get!"

The kid nearly tells him to go fuck himself but when he's done blinking, he's sitting on his ass in the clearing. Somehow, the women have not noticed him yet. The kid stands, brushes himself off, and puts on his best I'm lost face.

This part is pretty easy. It happens fast enough for him to just do it without thinking so hard. One of the women spots him through the trees and stands, grabbing a towel as she moves.

"Hey, you!"

The kid gives them a stiff wave and begins sauntering over.

The sun is pretty high up now, it must be nearing noon, and already sweat begins to cling uncomfortably to the kid's shirt. By the time he reaches the spring, his back is drenched. He can't shake the feeling of Luca's eyes on him.

The spring ends up just being one of many, all of them concealed within the lush foliage. Streams connect them in places while others disappear into rocky outcroppings. The kid shuffles to the edge of the spring and stares into the clear water. One of the women approaches him and the sediment clouds up the section of water he's staring at.

"Hey," the lady comes a little closer until it becomes impossible to avoid looking at her.

The kid manages a wry smile and prays it doesn't give anything away. Up until now, he has felt a profound apathy toward the whole concept of initiation, but now, he thinks he's beginning to see the appeal.

"Hi," he greets, a little sheepishly, but it doesn't discourage the lady. If anything, her smile deepens, and the kid gets a little flustered just seeing it. When was the last time a pretty girl smiled at him like that? It is almost enough to put a bad taste in his mouth, but he shrugs it off.

"Sorry, we know we aren't supposed to be out here," she laughs it off like she does not actually care that much, and the kid tries to mirror her careless stance. "You're not on patrol, are you? Promise you won't snitch."

The kid takes a few moments to gather his words. He can't recall the last normal conversation he had. It seems like recently, it has been a whirlwind of violence and looting, leaving no time for talk.

"No, yeah," he forces out a dry laugh, and the lady finally squints at him, looking at him like something isn't right. Which is true—nothing about this is right , but it's not like she needs to know so soon. "I just heard y'all; figured I'd see what was up."

"And I bet you like what you see!"

One of the other women peels her top off and flings it into the water. A chorus of whooping and hollering breaks out as her companions hype her up. Regrettably, the kid does like what he sees and when her big tits jiggle from all the movement, he can't help but think of Luca earlier. His low, breathless groans.

The lady in front of him rolls her eyes and puts a friendly hand on his shoulder. This must be a large community, though still tight-knit if she's willing to touch him.

"I haven't seen you around," she says warmly and the kid struggles to focus on her. She's wearing clothes—a big, sopping wet T-shirt and Schrodinger's pants. The kid has yet to see evidence of bottoms.

"I've been in and out."

"Ah," she exclaims, like that answers anything. "I haven't been so lucky yet, but soon!"

The kid feels himself leaning toward her. Feeling for her won't do him any good, but she's nice, she smells good, and despite his strange presence, she hasn't made him feel off about it. Her kindness prompts him to tell her, "Oh, you'll be good at it," even though he doesn't really know what he's talking about. He shuts his eyes and imagines a world where they could just keep talking.

"You think so? Thanks, seriously," she glances over her shoulder at the other women and makes a gesture the kid can't see. Then, she faces him again and asks, "Are you busy?"

The kid shakes his head and stifles the urge to look over his shoulder where he knows Luca's watching.

"Oh, good. you wanna walk me back to the plaza?"

The plaza. The kid suppresses a melodramatic eye roll and nods. If today were different, Luca might be leading a group deeper into the community to loot and rape and do whatever the fuck they do. After today, he will be expected to go with them, and the anticipation is all at once mortifying and electrifying.

As the kid half-follows her awkwardly around the spring, the lady continues rambling on, and the kid attempts to spot Luca in the thicket.

No luck there—it's just shimmering, verdant leaves and spidery branches. The kid returns his attention to the lady as she bids farewell to her friends.

"So, since this free period is almost over, you don't have to go all the way with me," she approaches him and snaps him from his search.

"Right."

"Anyways, we don't usually all have time off together."

"Tell me about it."

The kid has no idea what he's going along with, but with no signs from Luca, he doesn't know what else to do but go forward.

Through the trees, there is that same worn path in the ground, twisting around the stream and disappearing deeper into the grove. The lady makes a beeline for it, and soon, they are plunged into a world of green. The kid keeps his eyes peeled. It's too difficult to let his guard down. For all he knows, this could all be some elaborate setup for something awful. Though, that could be the paranoia talking.

"Have you ever been out here?" It seems like his friendly new companion isn't one for prolonged silences.

The kid offers her a shrug and some vague, noncommittal noise. "Not this far." Keep answers vague and keep her from figuring out something's up.

"I guess it's a little out of the way of everything. It's worth the hike if you wanna swim, though."

There is a rustle somewhere behind them. The lady turns first, already frowning in concern, and the kid sees Luca before she does. He comes out of the thicket like a monster out of legend, face distorted with an ugly sneer and his huge, paw-like hands poised to grab her. The kid is not very surprised when she screams—looking at Luca right now feels like looking down the barrel of a gun.

"Grab her!"

When Luca directs his scorn to the kid, he regains control of himself and helps Luca wrestle the lady to the ground.

Luca gets in her face while the kid keeps her writhing arms held. "Hey bitch. It's your lucky day," he hisses and claps a hand over her mouth.

To her credit, she bites hard enough to make Luca flinch, but his hand doesn't budge.

That gets her a solemn head shake and a faux-remorseful, "Don't make us knock you out."

Her wide eyes flick between Luca and the kid. Then, her eyes narrow at the kid and he squirms under the wrathful weight of her gaze. It appears things are beginning to click for her.

"Okay, look at me," Luca snaps, and the lady reluctantly turns away. As she moves, Luca hands the kid a short length of rope. "Get her wrists tied up. Hurry. I don't know if she was loud enough to do anything, but still."

The kid is feeling the urgency, and his hands fumble with the rope. The lady is not making the process any easier—she twists and turns in his grasp while their shared sweat makes everything too slick to get a good grip. Sometime before they left, Luca demonstrated the knot and the kid poorly replicates it. That earns him a dramatic eye roll.

"Let's get outta here."

The kid doesn't need to be told twice.

The half an hour trek back to their bags turns into an hour-long ordeal punctuated with the lady's kicking and flailing and Luca's smoldering temper. The restraints and gag are mercifully holding up even under all the stress. Once the bags were retrieved, the kid was appointed to carry both of them while Luca wrangled the lady over his shoulder.

Two hours crawl by and slowly, the lady runs out of steam. By the time they reach the bottom of the Arbuckles where the ground flattens out again and the trees begin, the sun is beating mercilessly down. Sweat spills into the kid's eyes as they approach Luca's hidden, souped-up F-550.

God, he hates that truck.

Once it becomes clear they're stopping, the lady resumes her viciously thrashing and it seems her period of rest paid off. Luca stumbles as she wrenches her body to the side, nearly falling from his shoulder and throwing him off balance.

The kid hears Luca suck in a sharp, impatient breath before he drops her to the ground with no warning. The impact of her body against the dirt makes the kid wince despite how quiet it is. Before she regains her senses, Luca restrains her ankles together and backs away, watching as she writhes on the ground. The kid is distantly reminded of fishing—pulling the gleaming, wriggling creature from the murky depths and staring as it twists on the hook.

While the kid is distracted with the sight of the lady attempting to right herself, Luca goes to the truck bed and stands on the tailgate, searching through the bed for something. The kid stares at the ridiculous vehicle. It's lifted, one of the many powerful, tall trucks they have, but this is the only one previously used for service. A small crane stretches from the bed and despite the weather it has been exposed to, the boom works in all directions as well as the compressor. For a moment, the kid wonders if Luca will string the lady up so they can watch her dangle. The kid can't determine what the warmth he feels in the pit of his gut is when he conjures the mental image of it.

Instead, Luca grabs two fold-out chairs and launches them at the kid.

"Set those up," he barks and hops off the tailgate.

The kid wordlessly obeys and as he moves, his hands are shaking. It is almost too easy to convince himself it's just anticipation. That familiar itch between his legs will go unacknowledged for as long as he can bear it.

"Okay!" Luca exclaims and sits heavily in his chosen chair. He looks at the kid with mild impatience and gestures to the lady, now sitting upright and making her eyes bounce frantically between them.

The kid stares at the lady, wide-eyed, as she glares at him from her place on the ground. He nervously asks, "What do you want me to do?"

Luca throws his hands up and scoffs. "Do I have to tell you everything? Do you not know how to break a bitch?" He sort of spits the word bitch out like it's leaving a bad taste in his mouth and the force of how he says it makes the lady flinch.

"I just didn't wanna do something wrong! Chill out," the kid sighs and stifles an exasperated eye roll. He is slowly growing sick of how Luca insists on being up his ass. At first, it was easy to pin the blame on the initiation, but the kid isn't so sure anymore.

Instead of continuing to worry about Luca, the kid turns to the lady and approaches her.

"She's secure," Luca says uselessly.

The kid pushes out a quiet sigh and kneels in front of her. He can't shake the eyes crawling over his back. Luca is watching him too closely for comfort. The lady demands his attention from the spit-soaked rag shoved in her mouth to the subtle way she squirms under his eyes. It's an odd feeling. The kid knows he could stop this, side with her, and gang up on Luca. Then what? Chances are, Luca would turn both of them into roadkill or worse. The kid tries not to acknowledge how warm he feels when the lady starts tearing up. It's fucked up, just remain detached.

"Shh," he murmurs to her and awkwardly smooths his hands over her hair. It reminds him of some distant memory; calming a mare down and holding her powerful head in his hands. When was the last time he saw a living horse?

"Hey, what's the holdup?" Right. Luca is an impatient motherfucker and he wants to watch a show.

"Hold on!"

The kid grimaces and briefly catches his face reflected in her wet eyes. He looks like pure shit, though that might just be the distortion from her tears. His hands remain poised, and he can't decide where to put them first. She is still wearing that big shirt and the little shorts. Her thighs are pooling out of her shorts, and he can't resist touching them.

She is softer than he expected and smoother, so he finds himself stricken speechless as he drags his fingers up. He stops shy of the hem of her shorts but his eyes continue, imagining what panties she's wearing, if she shaves or not. Behind him, Luca drags the chair noisily over for a better vantage point. The kid sees him looming in the corner of his eye like a statue with bad intentions, frozen until the kid turns his back.

"C'mon."

Luca refuses to let his presence go unnoticed. The kid begrudgingly acknowledges him with a glance and tries to tune him out. It is difficult.

"Hey, shh," the kid starts rubbing little circles into her thighs, partially in an attempt to comfort her but mostly because he can't get enough of how soft she is. "You'll be fine."

Truthfully, he does not know that. Everything about initiation is very ambiguous, and the more time passes, the more certain the kid is that each member plays it by ear. They all have a vague task of proving themselves ; it's just up to their partner to decide what that means. To Luca, the proving himself may not end with a rape. It could escalate. Luca is beginning to breathe harder as he watches, and the kid grows more certain this will escalate.

"Don't tell her that," Luca scoffs behind him. "Just get to it."

"I'm being nice ."

"This isn't about bein' nice!"

The kid's face contorts into a grimace, and he drops his gaze. His fingers toy with the hem of the lady's shorts. He can't bring himself to meet her eyes.

Carefully, as though he fears being burned, the kid slips his hands into her shorts. The lady stiffens and inches away from him, no longer viciously writhing like she was. Slowly but surely, the fight is leaking out of her as the gravity of the situation sinks in. Her skin is warmer up here, and she's a little sweaty, both from the heat and the circumstances, but she is still smoother than anyone he's touched on the open road.

"Nice, yeah?"

The kid glances at Luca over his shoulder and shrugs. "What do you mean?"

Luca shrugs and spreads his legs wider as a hand rests inches away from his crotch. It won't be too long before he's touching himself and the kid is not sure how to feel about that. He wants to prove himself, to put on a good show, or whatever the hell Luca wants—it'll all lead to guaranteed water and shelter and the kid would do just about anything for that security.

"You've fucked around with people on the road, yeah?"

The kid nods and tries his best not to dredge up any of those memories from his time spent scavenging. Without a community, only the hardiest survive. It turns normal people into husks of themselves, always chasing resources and sex, only hopping off the shitty carousel when they drop dead.

"She's a lot cleaner and softer—at least try to look like you're enjoying yourself."

"I am," the kid spits indignantly.

"Don't tell me you feel bad."

The kid forces a scoff because he honestly does feel a little bad. The remorse is dwindling though the longer he goes without meeting her eyes. Her gaze is too alive, too enraged for him to bear, and it is too easy to pretend she is not a person when he doesn't hold her stare.

"I don't," he says, and it's sort of the truth, so Luca doesn't push it.

Once Luca quiets down, the kid returns his attention to the lady. His palms have been resting on her thighs so long they've become a bit clammy, so there's a sickening, slimy feeling under his hands when he pushes them higher. It grows warmer the closer he gets to her cunt.

Now, the lady starts wriggling around again. A fish on his hook. Will this be catch and release, or something else?

The kid grabs her, feels a familiar throb between his legs, and starts caring less and less. He's slowly handing over the reins to his dick, letting his brain and better judgment take a back seat.

"Enjoy it," Luca says again. His voice is a sudden interruption in the conversation between the chittering birds and the lady's muffled grunts.

"I am." The kid grits his teeth and shuts his eyes. For a few precious moments, there is nothing in this world save for him and this lady.

Then, Luca speaks again. "You don't fuckin' look like it!"

"You aren't even facing me!"

Luca scoffs, and there's a shuffle behind the kid. Then, Luca drags the chair around the lady, sitting slightly behind her, sandwiched between her and the truck, staring and sneering at the kid. "Better? If you wanted me to watch you, you could've just asked."

The kid tries to shoot a disgusted expression Luca's way, but the lady is so distracting under his hands. She has resumed her writhing, smearing dirt and sweat along her legs as she moves. The heat is sickening at this time of day, and it is beginning to get to the kid. It reminds him of those long, dry days spent in the shade of an overturned semi before getting picked up by Luca's gang. The air feels stuffy as he inhales, and he gags on it. He wonders how hot this lady's cunt is after being out in the sun all day.

One way to find out. The kid flattens out on his belly, on the ground like a dog, and he feels a bit like a dog while he's eyeing the lady like this. Like she's meat. Luca watches like a hawk as the kid pushes his face against the lady's damp crotch. His nose presses against her shorts, and he breathes her in deeply.

"How's that? Hit the spot?"

The kid meets Luca's eyes. He grins, he can't help it, and Luca mirrors his expression. "That's right. Eat up, kid."

He doesn't need to be told twice. Eagerly, the kid pulls down the lady's waistband and her panties in one combined movement. The heat compounds and suddenly the kid's face is hot and the lady's thighs are hot and her cunt looks so sloppy and inviting the kid doesn't know what to do with himself. Silence stretches on, broken up only by the distant sounds of the lady's pleading, hopelessly swallowed by the gag.

Finally, the kid looks up and meets her eyes. Green and angry, but dark enough for the kid to have to squint at her to discern the expression. Her pupils are twin spots and shrunken with fear. The kid can't recall what was so charming about her earlier.

Dwelling on it will do nothing, so he pushes his face into her, getting her sweat and musk and juices all over his face. The second he tastes her, just barely dipping his tongue into her already-loose hole, it feels like blood has been spilled in the water and he's some awful predatory thing. His palms slide on her soft inner thighs until he pushes her down, pinning her in place despite all the sweat shared between them.

The kid moves one of his hands down to hold her lips open and she shudders, attempting to close her knees and seal the entrance of herself with her thighs.

There's the sound of movement and the kid's eyes snap up.

"Jesus christ," Luca sighs and leaves the chair in favor of sinking to his knees next to the lady's head. While the kid laps at her cunt, Luca leans over the lady to hold her legs apart.

The kid tries to shoot him a grateful glance, but the effect is ruined by his face being tucked between a pair of thick legs and Luca cackles.

"Save some for me," he murmurs and smiles before uttering another Jesus… under his breath.

Although she is being held down so securely all she can do is wiggle, it does not stop the lady from trying. The kid is continuously getting nudged from all sides—the lady's thighs and Luca's wandering hands. For a moment, a wide hand paws at his hair and fingers run through his tangled roots. Luca affectionately pets him as he eats and the kid, for the second time today, feels like a dog.

The contact only encourages him to dive deeper, to take advantage of Luca helping hold her down, and the kid drags his tongue up the entire length of her pussy. Hole to hood. He wants to suck on something and he busies himself with sampling her labia, tasting the sharp, heady musk and breathing her in as deeply as he can. His chest swells when he takes in a lungful of her scent and he commits it to memory.

"Good boy, yeah—"

Luca is still there, still pinning her to the earth, and still murmuring praise.

"That's right," he says and the kid can hear him smiling. "You're good at this, but you're still soft."

The kid reaches the lady's clit and sucks it, forming a tight seal around it with his lips and swirling his tongue around the bud. She shudders under him, the little muscles in her thighs jumping and flexing as she loses control of her functions.

"Think she's almost there," remarks Luca before dragging his fingers through the kid's hair. "You're so nice, kid, letting her cum all over your face like this. Most of us wouldn't bother with that."

The kid emits a quiet mmm into the lady's cunt and Luca's grip on his hair tightens until he's wincing. For whatever reason, the sharp, stinging pain goes straight into his clit. A small part of him is tempted to grind into the ground below, just for some relief.

"No—don't get distracted now. Finish what you started."

The kid nods against her cunt, pushing his chin against her as he sucks the life out of her clit. The jerking beneath him grows stronger, more frantic, and then there is a burst of liquid from her hole. It gets all over his chin and dribbles down his neck, mixing with the sweat and dirt already clinging to him. It feels gross, the kid would kill for a bath, but he can't pull away once he dips his tongue into her throbbing cunt to taste the fluid straight from the source.

"You sure know how to treat a lady," Luca laughs and abruptly pulls the kid away from her cunt. He is so strong he simply lifts the kid by the back of his shirt and pushes him to the ground.

The kid falls on his ass, momentarily stunned, and wipes at his face. "What the hell?"

Luca rolls his eyes. "You were done, besides, I've got somethin' to show you."

When the kid doesn't move, Luca snaps, "Get on the chair," and the kid scrambles to obey.

Luca drags the lady up by her neck, and it seems like the fight has long left her. Her eyes are tarnished jade, dull and unfeeling, surrounded by bloodshot white. The kid sits awkwardly in the chair, still buzzing and anticipating whatever awful thing Luca has planned. It's apparent in his sharp brown eyes. Scheming and fantasizing simultaneously.

"Hey, kid."

The kid squirms. Luca is eyeing him with an expression the kid doesn't think he's seen before, somewhere between hunger and delirious excitement.

"Wanna watch how to actually break a bitch in?"

The kid frowns and digs his fingers into the fabric armrests. The chair creaks as he shifts forward, involuntarily scooting to the edge of his seat. Between his legs, his clit stirs as Luca gets the lady on the ground.

"See, I think you did fine and all, but I want you to know how much they can take," Luca begins while wrapping the lady's hair around his hand. "You're a nice kid, but that'll just fuck you over, understand?"

The lady's hair is a long, brown rope wrapped around Luca's massive hand, and he grabs her by the base of the makeshift ponytail.

"Do you understand?"

The kid swallows hard. "Yeah—sure." Honestly, he is barely listening. The lady is breathing so hard through her nose that the dust around her nostrils goes flying.

Luca's stare lingers on him for an uncomfortable moment before he sneers. His free hand helps the lady get on her hands and knees. The lady stays stiff and stares holes into the ground. However, it isn't like she could get away with her wrists and ankles secured. The restraints are just loose enough for her to clumsily maneuver. The kid can't tell if she's given up or if she's biding his time. Oily unease courses through his nerves when he imagines her escaping and hunting him down. It's only a scary thought because he knows how much he deserves it. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he pats himself on the back because he at least wasn't as mean about it as Luca wanted him to be.

Then, Luca takes his hands off her completely and circles her naked, statuesque form. The sight reminds the kid of something he'd see out of a dream, so absurd and unlike how his life shouldhave turned out. He can't even remember what he wanted to be when he grew up.

"I want you to watch all of this."

The kid blinks and faces Luca again. He's standing behind the lady and staring down at her with an unreadable expression. He's breathing hard enough to make his chest hypnotically move. Inhale— expand. Exhale —contract. In between breaths, Luca lifts his boot and brings it down on the small of the lady's back, forcing her into the ground like a nail getting hammered.

All the wind leaves her in a strangled gasp that is still audible through the gag. The lady blinks hard, dazed, before regaining control of herself and attempting to flip over. It's no use; Luca descends on her with the ferocity of a storm, taking her wrists in one hand while the other presses her harder into the ground. The lady clenches her teeth around the gag so hard some of the fabric splits.

"Aw, does that hurt?" Luca does not sound even a little apologetic. When the lady doesn't make a sound, Luca pushes harder while pulling her arms back. It isn't long until she's contorted in an awful stretch, and she heaves against him. The writhing only deepens the stretch, the burn, and the lady's eyes grow misty under Luca's skilled hands.

Then, the dam breaks, and the tears flow unobstructed. Luca bends further until he can see her face, and he grins when he sees her expression. He takes his hand from her back and keeps her pinned down with the boot. When he releases her arms from that painful, pulled-back position, she screams into the gag.

"Shh," he murmurs and crouches at her side to wipe away the tracks of tears on her face. It's no use; it's so hot out, and she's too far gone for it to matter.

"Hey, kid," Luca snaps and jerks his head. "Closer."

The kid hesitantly comes closer. It was easier to remain detached when he was the one doing it, somehow. Is that what she looked like while he buried his face between her legs? When forced to watch, he feels like he shouldn't be here. He has time to think through the haze of his arousal since he isn't focused on all the sensations. Regret, maybe, though that won't serve him now.

Once the chair is about a foot from the action, Luca stops him and resumes his task.

"Are you still horny at all?" He casually asks this while flipping the lady over onto her back, maneuvering her like she's a stuffed toy, floppy limbs and all.

The kid reluctantly nods. There is that warmth and a small itch in the back of his mind, begging him to give in a little, but the scene before him mostly makes him uneasy.

"Good, jerk off," Luca snaps and drags his greedy hands down her chest, her stomach, then rests them on her thighs. "It'll like, help you make the association."

"What the fuck do you mean?"

Luca pushes out a profoundly exasperated sigh and impatiently drums his fingers along the lady's thigh. Her eyes indignantly dart between them as they speak over her. The kid would shoot her an apologetic look if he weren't so confused.

"I can tell you're squeamish," Luca begins slowly, patronizing like he's speaking with a child. "If you watch me fuck her up and you jack off and you like it, that'll just be one step towards not being a pussy."

A grimace overtakes the kid's face before he can stop himself, and it's the wrong move.

"C'mon, don't give me that shit."

"I'm going to! I'm going to—chill out," the kid sighs and flushes when Luca's eyes remain locked on him even as he starts pushing down his jeans.

Despite the apparent urgency just a minute ago, Luca appears to have all the patience in the world while watching the kid. The attention makes him feel queasy, so he elects to rip the bandaid off. Once his jeans are pooled around his boots, the kid shoves his boxers down and cups himself.

It's too late—Luca saw what he wanted to and he shakes his head while chuckling.

"What's so fuckin' funny?" It may be a little stupid to speak out of turn, but the kid figures the lady will take the brunt of Luca's irritation.

For better or worse, the kid is right and Luca smacks the lady's swollen clit. Just watching her yelp and jump has the kid biting back the urge to roll his hips.

Luca quickly composes himself and sighs, "You're hairless—like a little bitch."

"Not like I can do shit about it!" When he says this, he flushes, painting the lie all over his expression.

"Don't tell me you shave." Luca mimes a wince and spreads the lady's cunt lips. "Look, I think she's got more than you."

Time to dodge. Getting defensive about this seems immature, though this whole topic is a little immature. "This doesn't have anything to do with anything." The kid can't stop staring at Luca's forearms, corded with wiry muscle and dusted with thick, black hair. It probably spreads all over his body and the kid frowns in envy.

Luca snorts in agreement and rolls his eyes. "Right, whatever, just show me your little pussy."

The kid nearly gags at the way Luca says that but manages to hold it back. It is becoming increasingly difficult to tell whether he is disgusted by Luca or the reaction he unwillingly has to his words. Reacting will do him no favors, so the kid puts on his best unbothered expression and takes his hand away from his cunt. Contrary to what Luca thinks, there is hair there, thank you very much. It is just an oddly light shade. The same caramel brown as the hair on top of his head. But other than that, everything else is either too blond or thin to spot and the kid is all too aware of that under Luca's scrutiny.

Luca's eyes flay him down to his core and the kid can't bear maintaining eye contact. Mercifully, Luca doesn't say a word when the younger butch averts his eyes.

"Okay," Luca says slyly and although the kid isn't looking anymore, he can't shake the phantom sensation of hands creeping up his scrawny legs.

The lady gasps through the gag and the sound of it goes straight to his clit. Perhaps this won't be as awful as he thought. The kid manages to look up and watch as Luca spreads her farther, examining her loose, gaping hole.

"You get plowed a lot?"

Of course, it isn't like the lady can answer, and Luca's vulgar nature seems to be getting to her on top of the forced silence. She clenches her teeth around the gag and glares. Luca pushes out a tremendous sigh and knocks her back into lying down with a mighty slap. It barely looks like he exerts himself. Megafauna brushing off a tiny fly—like in those encyclopedias the kid used to read before all the shit went down.

The kid squirms in his seat like he's also restrained. He keeps his hands glued to the armrest and Luca thankfully does not seem to mind for now, but he knows he will need to concede soon.

It is not hard to give in once Luca begins probing the lady's cunt. As he holds her down, one thick arm pressed across her stomach, the tendons and small, jumping muscles stand out. The kid finds himself hypnotized by the sight. Once Luca pushes a finger into her sloppy cunt, his hand strains as though he's holding something back, and the kid cups himself.

"You think she needs another?"

The kid takes a moment to realize the question is directed at him. It is too easy to forget he's an active participant, that he just had his turn, because time isn't behaving as it should be right now. At this moment, the three of them exist somewhere outside, for better or worse.

His mouth dry and sweat clinging to him like a second skin, the kid wordlessly nods.

Luca's smile deepens and it isn't a pleasant sight. "That's right," he praises and returns his attention to the lady. "Open up, baby."

Electricity sparks down the kid's spine and shoots straight into his clit when Luca shoves two more fingers into the lady's cunt. She was already gaping from the kid's treatment, but this is pushing her farther than he did, and much more abruptly. The gag helps muffle her cries, but only a little. Luca leans down to hear her better and violently jerks his three fingers stuffed in her. The movement is so harsh it temporarily lifts her hips from the dirt.

The hand lightly cupping his cunt is suddenly nowhere near enough and the kid increases the pressure. He's wetter than he was earlier and it barely took a few minutes of watching. Luca looks far from finished and he begins pulling his fingers from her pussy. The lady cries, her sobs dying down into quiet sniffling as the thick trio of fingers comes nearly completely out of her. The silence only lasts until Luca unexpectedly spears his fingers back inside.

A wolf closing in on a deer, capturing its lithe neck between powerful jaws. Luca gleefully establishes a ferocious pace; impaling the lady on his fingers as savagely as possible to drag the most noises from her. Through the roaring rush of blood in his ears, the kid thinks he hears Luca rambling about it.

See, if you angle them like this—curl up, towards her bellybutton… There is a sharp cry of agony painted with hesitant arousal and the kid bites back a breathless groan. His head is swimming with need and he can't bring himself to focus on the sight before him. Yeah, listen to that. Just keep slamming into that spot like you wanna fuckin' kill her.

Scooping at her insides. The kid recognizes the flutter of moving tendons and the different angles of Luca's hand. He can almost pretend this is happening to him—Luca's invasive hand clawing at him from within, just to see what sorts of sounds he would make.

Watch this .

The kid forces himself to focus. Luca pushes a fourth finger in alongside the others. The edges of the lady's brutalized cunt are looking inflamed from the assault. Cherry red and flushed, just like the kid.

Indirectly, he hears himself ask, "What? Are you gonna fist her?" He is only mildly disgusted with himself when he hears the eagerness in his tone. The heady desire under all of it.

Luca leans back, keeping his hand tucked inside her, and he turns his wrist so the heel of his palm grinds into the lady's engorged and neglected clit. That small movement and light pressure draws a shrill whine from her.

"Do you wanna see that?" Luca pushes his palm harder and when the kid hears that cry again, he feels a heat between his legs he can't blame on the temperature outside.

"Uh-huh."

"Thought so," says Luca, satisfied, and he pushes his thumb into her without warning.

The lady's cunt rejects the intrusion, clamping closed with everything it has, but Luca is determined to take her in this way. The kid watches while grinding his fist onto his clit. The pressure is enough to make him gasp and writhe, but for now, he is not the center of Luca's attention.

"C'mon, don't make me force it."

As though he isn't already forcing it. After a moment of struggle, the lady accidentally relaxes and it is all the time Luca needs to stuff his fist into her. Despite her involuntary relaxation, the massive girth sends her reeling, sobbing and weakly attempting to wrench away from the torturous stretch. The burn must be excruciating.

The kid whimpers without meaning to and he finally fully gives in, allowing his fingers to make their familiar and practiced dance over his clit. Instead of staring at the lady, the kid watches Luca stare at her face, so blatantly hungry for whatever he can force out of her. More tears or noises or fight.

Some apathetic part of the kid's mind figures he wouldn't enjoy the fighting back, but it is clear Luca does. Every time the lady takes a stab at futile escape, Luca grins wildly and beats her back down; either with his words or his brute strength. The kid can only pray he never faces that side of him.

"Yeah, you like that, huh?"

The kid accidentally meets Luca's eyes and his face blooms with heat. Preparation kicks up a notch as those baby browns drink him in. He must paint quite a picture right now; pants and boxers at his feet, cheeks an embarrassingly bright red, and little clit getting worked between his fingers.

"Aw, don't be embarrassed." When Luca says this, he laughs a little under his breath and playfully raises an eyebrow. The expression is so unlike him the kid freezes, wondering if something awful is about to happen.

No—Luca just drags his gaze up and down the kid, chuckling a little to himself when the kid squirms, and then he pushes his fist deeper.

The kid tips his head back, staring up at the leaves high above and the warm light filtering through them. He allows the sounds to take him away, out of his body, out of his involvement in this horrible thing they're doing, until he can freely touch himself. When the lady sobs, her gag likely spat out judging by her volume, her broken, choked-up cry sends blood rushing straight to the kid's clit. His fingers press harder, rub himself more uniformly, and it does not take long before he is forced to lighten the pressure.

"Nah, keep it going," Luca groans.

The kid's head rolls forward and he stares at his lap, worried that if he lays eyes on the two before him, he'll cum prematurely. It's been what—not even five minutes? The very thought of Luca noticing him cumming after such a short time has his stomach churning with dread and arousal. It proves to be a sickening combination of feelings.

"I don't wanna cum yet," the kid chokes out and his voice sounds so unlike him he would be repulsed if he weren't so turned on.

Luca scoffs and the noise prompts the kid into looking at him.

"Go ahead—take a break if you need to, but get back to it as soon as you can."

The kid almost cries when he increases the pressure. His cunt feels gaping and needy although he does not usually enjoy penetration. It feels like there needs to be something there and the emptiness makes him dig his teeth into his lip, desperate to feel anything but the hole opening within him.

"I can't—"

"I want you to, though," Luca insists.

When the kid finally manages to focus on the lady, Luca is wearing her around his fist like a shuddering, shaking glove. His wrist glitters in the diffused sunlight from her blood, cum, and wetness. It seems the stretch was too much. The raw, torn edges of her cunt have started bleeding and it does not appear to be deterring Luca in the slightest.

An absurd thought rears its ugly head from some deep pit in the kid's mind: Luca fisting him like that, forcing him to take the unreal stretch, his hands scrambling for purchase, anything to drag himself away while Luca molds his cunt to his fist. Before the kid can consider the implications of that fantasy, he cries and cums with a shudder, momentarily losing control of his fluttering eyelids in the process.

"Damn," Luca croons, sounding all pleased with himself and this awful event he's orchestrated.

The kid offers him a weary smile and wipes his wet hand on his thigh before reaching for his jeans.

"Wait!"

The kid freezes and looks at Luca. The older butch shakes his head. "Nah, spread your legs."

"Why?"

Luca scoffs, "Because you don't want me to make you. Just do it."

It feels almost too easy to give in while in this state—fuzzy feeling head, throbbing, satisfied cunt—so the kid does, boldly opening his thighs as though he's presenting himself before a judge. Luca probably considers himself a cunt connoisseur.

While his hand remains stuffed in the lady's pussy, Luca shifts forward to get a better look. "You still look a little needy, huh."

The kid doesn't know what to say to that and instead focuses on the lady. With her head tipped back, he can't see her face, but he can guess what expression she's pulling when he sees the harsh rise and fall of her chest. Breathing hard, almost hyperventilating.

Luca suddenly pulls his fist out of her and holds it before his face. The kid can't tear his eyes away from the sight of her gaping pussy. It looks like an open wound, all shining and red and wet. It is difficult to know if he is imagining things or not, but he swears he can see her walls pulsing, pumping in time with her heart beat.

Then, Luca smells the fluids on his hand and reverently takes his fingers into his mouth. Red tongue swirling around each digit, savoring the specific blend of flavors he harvested from the lady. The kid squirms uncomfortably, feeling that familiar ache, that awful lack of contact on his clit. Silently, he hopes Luca doesn't notice how worked up he's getting.

It appears Luca is too wrapped up in his task now—he stands and grabs the lady's hips before hauling her body from the ground and twisting her until she is on all fours. With her ass in the air and face in the dirt, Luca starts rubbing his crotch, grabbing at something through the heavy denim and rolling his hips into it.

The kid hasn't seen anything like this before in his life and finds himself watching quietly, straining forward without meaning to.

"You ever use one of these?" Luca's voice is hoarse, dripping with arousal when he asks this.

The kid shakes his head, his bare lower half nearly forgotten as he stares.

Luca grins and his malevolent light in his eye suggests he's up to no good. Then, he unzips his fly and pulls out his dick—fake and a uniform beige, but big enough to put a knot in the kid's throat. He will not touch himself unless he is forced, he repeats this to himself, even as the sight of Luca stroking his fake cock has him squirming.

"Yeah, I see you," Luca's smile deepens and he turns his attention to the lady. "It's not about you right now though, kid."

The kid swallows hard, fighting against how turned on he is and the urge to touch himself. Luca sinks to his knees and drags the lady toward him. She does not move a muscle and instead allows the treatment. Either unable to fight or unwilling. Given up, maybe.

Luca splays his fingers across his ass and spreads her open. For a second, it looks like he'll finger her again, but he unexpectedly stuffs his cock into her abused cunt.

That gets a scream out of her and although muffled, it seems to be what Luca was wanting. He grins and pulls her back as she attempts to scramble away. This is when the kid notices that Luca is only a third of the way inside. He must be meeting a lot of resistance. The kid vaguely remembers learning about the body's subconscious defenses. Despite the lady having given up, her cunt is determined to stay untouched.

"Don't give me that," Luca mutters and pulls her back hard enough to spear her open on his dick.

A long, low wail escapes her, so loud it almost sounds like the gag has fallen off. Luca throws his head back and jerks his hips forward, simultaneously pulling her onto his dick. The fake cock is not small—it looks as thick as a can of coke and longer. The kid can only imagine how it feels inside after having an entire fist in her.

Luca establishes an awful, brutal pace the kid can't seem to look away from. He pulls nearly completely out, admiring the way his dick shines with cum and blood, before slamming back into her so hard it sounds like she's dying. He's going fast, panting and heaving and hanging over her with his mouth gaping open and spittle flying. It is the most exertion the kid has seen from him ever.

At some point, Luca reaches for her neck with one of his massive, paw-like hands and he closes his fist around her throat.

The kid is helpless, pinned in place by fear and his churning, nauseous stomach. What could he do? Nothing, at this point. He isn't sure if he wants to stop this, somewhere between morbid curiosity and heady arousal.

It seems Luca is getting carried away. He's muttering under his breath, still plowing into the lady with a vengeance and wringing her scrawny neck. From the little the kid can make out of her face, he can see it changing color as she loses oxygen. Her veins begin standing out on her neck, her forehead, as her body weakly tries to supply her brain with blood. Luca somehow manages to fuck her harder, thrusting so violently her body begins inching forward from the force. Blood splatters onto the ground under her and Luca's dick is covered in it.

It is hard to tell if he cares. His eyes are screwed shut, his brows knitted together like he's in pain, and his hand is gripping the lady's neck so tightly the veins are bulging from his forearm.

At some point, Luca cums with a shudder and drapes himself over the lady's stiff back. Blood pools between them and when Luca eventually stands, his jeans are damp and stained with her.

Finally, the kid finds his voice. "What?"

Luca casts a long suffering look his way. "You ask so many questions."

"No. Uh—I just mean the lady…"

Luca looks down at her as though he forgot she was there. For some reason the kid does not want to think about it, she is no longer moving. Not even twitching.

"Oh, don't worry about that. Got carried away, I guess," Luca flippantly explains and stands, chucking the dick and clinking harness into the truck's open window. When it cleanly sails through, Luca mutters a fuck yes to himself before turning on the kid.

Suddenly, Luca's expression, his wide smile, has taken on a more sinister light and the kid finds himself on the receiving end of the attention the lady just endured.

The kid feels his chest constrict painfully as Luca advances on him. His forearms are bulging from his sleeves, the tendons strained and obvious under his weathered skin. Some distant and detached side of the kid begins tracing the spidery paths Luca's veins make.

"It's your turn, you gonna take it like a man, or a little bitch?" Spittle flies as Luca bends down to get in the kid's face.

The kid can't think of a response and clutches his chest. Vaguely, he acknowledges he's probably hyperventilating after seeing all that. Somehow, he finds his words. "The initiation?"

Luca's thick brows pinch together. "What? You think they'll help you out?" His voice pitches up mockingly. "Oh, Luca touched my little pussy. Will one of you guys protect me?"

The kid shrinks back into the wall as Luca maneuvers into a crouch, and his sneering face comes closer. "They'll fuck you faster than you could even realize your mistake. You'll just be outing yourself as easy meat. Just quiet down and take it."

Without realizing, the kid slowly melts against the wall as he tries in vain to keep his eyes from Luca's. It must come across as submission because it draws a satisfied, sinister smile from Luca. One of his thick hands slips behind the kid, and he pulls him to his feet. The kid half-collapses into Luca's chest, and that nasty grin deepens.

"What're you gonna do?" The kid winces when he hears his voice, but he forces himself to maintain eye contact with Luca. If he's too weak to fight him off physically, he will do his best to unearth some remorse.

Luca hums, and his eyes rake down the kid's hunched-over form. "Stand up straight," he snaps and puts a warm hand on the back of the kid's neck. "What do you wanna do?"

It is blatant that he is not asking because he intends to listen, but the kid detests the silence and answers, "Just go home. Eat dinner."

"You wanna eat, huh?"

The kid nods, and his head droops. Luca's hand trails over his shoulders, his traps, then tangles in his cropped hair. It feels nice and the kid lets his guard down, allows his eyes to slip shut, and Luca makes a fist in the roots of his hair. The pain is blinding for a moment, and in that moment, it feels like it will never end. The kid's mouth hangs open, and someone is making a shrill, high whine. It belatedly registers that it's coming from somewhere deep in his sore throat. As the sharp sting ebbs into something more manageable, Luca pulls the kid's head back and forces him to meet his eyes.

"I have somethin' for you to eat," he says, sneering and amused enough for it to come through in his voice.

Suddenly, the kid's vision flips, and he's inches from Luca's crotch. He is wearing thick, well-loved jeans, and when he presses the kid's face against his crotch, the denim is soft there from all the action it's seen.

"What?" The kid is slightly surprised he's still able to talk. After seeing what Luca did to the lady, every touch sends a new oily feeling through his churning stomach. If he does not calm down, he risks hurling. There is nothing but bile in his stomach.

"You've gotta shut up," Luca replies and avoids the kid's questioning. Both of his hands cup the kid's face, smearing the day's grime and sweat all over his cheeks.

Stubbornly, the kid attempts to wriggle free as he repeats, "What? What're we doin'?"

Truthfully, he doubts Luca will fill him in on the whole story. A pit of despair threatens to open up within the kid and consume him whole. This aligns with his abysmal luck lately, so he does not know why he is so surprised when Luca begins unbuckling his belt and undoing his fly.

The thick, familiar scent of sex invades the kid's lungs as Luca peels his jeans down. The kid is not even remotely surprised to find dense hair spreading from above his cunt to his inner thighs. Some of it trails up, disappearing into his shirt over the swell of his gut. Luca uses his weight to push the kid to the ground until he's completely immobilized, his arms trapped within Luca's legs.

Somewhere nearby, the lady is still probably bleeding out. Or not. The kid isn't sure about how all that works. He's seen the aftermath more than enough times, but the before is fuzzy. How long will she lie there while Luca tears the kid a new one? Maybe she's still watching from behind her glassy eyes.

The kid shakily keeps asking, "What's going on?" And it doesn't matter that Luca seems hellbent on just instilling terror; the questions keep coming.

The verbal spew continues until Luca's jeans are pooled at his feet. He's bare from the waist down and the sight is so sudden a shrill laugh escapes the kid's tense mouth. Luca stands and rolls his eyes while pulling his shirt over his head. Even while the kid stammers out another, "What're you gonna do?" He can't help but follow the path of Luca's hair along his arms, stomach, and chest.

Luca lets out a grunt before reaching for the kid's hair again. With a wince, he allows himself to be hauled until he's on his knees, his face unbearably close to Luca's hairy cunt.

"Couldn't help but get a little too into it while watching you," he says slyly, still smiling, and his hands roam aimlessly around the kid's face. "You shouldn't have shown me how good you are at this shit. You really shouldn't show off in front of the others."

Before the kid can spit wasn't plannin' on it , Luca pulls his face against his cunt. Stubbornly, the kid keeps his mouth closed and his breath held. He refuses to let any more of Luca invade his senses. But he can only hold out for so long and when he relents with a gasp, Luca spreads his labia and pushes the kid's face deeper.

"Hurry it up," Luca groans and rolls his hips, bucking his fat clit against the kid's nose.

The kid braces himself with his hands on Luca's sweaty thighs, inhaling another deep breath before licking him.

"Nah—suck on it." The fingers dancing over his face go to his hair and the stinging pain is back. "Suck my dick."

The kid complies because he knows he has no choice, especially after seeing what happened to the lady. The sharp, musky taste does nothing to help his unease. Luca's saltier, sweatier than the lady was and his clit is much bigger. It throbs under the kid's tongue and judging by the way he groans, it must be a hell of a lot more sensitive than a regular clit.

Despite himself, the kid feels his face growing warm and he knows it isn't just because of the awful heat. There's more of that absence between his legs. It's as if he knows what's likely coming, his body preparing himself for the intrusion. The kid is only mildly unnerved to realize he wouldn't mind it, just as long as it didn't kill him like that lady.

The thought of her brings him back to reality and desperate to leave it behind, the kid looks up at Luca, leaning back to meet his eyes.

"What?"

The kid parts from his clit, moving slowly to not risk getting his hair pulled again, and he drags his tongue over Luca's clit.

"Ohhh— fuck ."

The kid kind of feels like he's in a porno right now, half-unwilling and half-interested. It's hard to wrap his head around everything he's seen and everything he's feeling, so he just doesn't think about it.

"You ready to take it, or what?"

The kid nods and Luca grabs his head, pushing his dick on the kid's face. Grinding on the long bridge of his nose like an animal rutting. The kid takes it, bowing under the pressure of Luca's firm hand. Taking it is almost too easy when he closes his eyes and gets swept away.

The thighs under his hands tense and flex as Luca pushes against him. The kid opens his mouth wider, lapping up the slickness spreading between his thighs and sucking on his clit. Losing himself in the task. Pointedly not thinking about the dead woman and the powerful hands gripping his skull.

Luca is loud now that they're alone and the kid can't help but wonder if he was holding back. He can't think of a reason for why and he quickly brushes it off.

Luca's low, breathless moans get swallowed by the surrounding trees and the buzz of cicadas. They're far out enough they haven't seen a single car pass since they reached the truck. Luca could finish, snap the kid's neck, and be on his merry way. No one would notice or miss him. It makes him uneasy, but at the same time, he hollows his cheeks and sucks harder, establishing a pace that soon gets Luca bucking his hips.

Watching him come undone is doing something for the kid, because at some point, one of his hands ends up between his legs.

"Oh, you like that? Nasty fucker," Luca groans and grinds against the kid's face harder.

The kid is somewhere else now, lost in the haze of arousal and distant fear. He slips a finger into himself, shocked at how easily it slides in.

He recalls what Luca said earlier— See, if you angle them like this—curl up, towards her bellybutton… —and he slams his finger up, curls it into that spot and gasps into Luca's hot cunt. Yeah, listen to that. Just keep slamming into that spot like you wanna fuckin' kill her.

Each time he thrusts his finger deeper, he openly, unabashedly moans into Luca's pussy. Luca rewards him with harder grinding, a firmer hand anchored on the back of his head. The way he caresses his hair almost feels loving, if the kid deludes himself.

When Luca cums, his clit throbs and his fingers tighten painfully in the kid's cropped hair. The pain is more than he's felt in recent memory, his scalp tender from the brutalization, and he cums with a pathetic whimper all over his hand.

"Oh, same time? How romantic of you," Luca snickers and abruptly pulls the kid to his feet before pushing him back into the chair.

It feels like he's been taken up by a whirlwind—everything is happening so quickly he can hardly make sense of it. While his cunt is still throbbing in the aftermath, Luca immediately gets to work, pulling his jeans back on and tossing their shit into the truck's backseat. The lady's glassy eyes remain locked on the kid and he finds himself frozen. He can't believe Luca's able to think straight after all that.

As Luca impatiently gestures for the kid to stand, he knows now is not the time to disobey.

When he stands and pulls his jeans back on, they're damp from the sweat and mud. Although he doesn't want to, he looks at the lady and asks, "What about her?"

Luca, mid-placing the chairs into the bed, glances over his shoulder and shrugs. "Nothin' left to use, unless you're a sick bastard," he says flippantly and looks at the kid. "What? You wanna take her to go?"

The kid's stomach churns and before he can dwell on it, he walks to the truck.

"That's my boy," Luca grins and the kid can't help but hone in on the truth of the pet name. It seems that for better or worse, he belongs to Luca in some way.

The kid climbs into the truck because there is nothing else he can do.

#this was good and got me going ;)

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