[Haji/Mob] angel's decay Chapter III: corruption [Rated E]

[anakiddwrites]

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It was supposed to be just a gravure photoshoot, nothing more.

The first thing to hit his senses was the smell of wood and smoke lingering in the stiff air, making Hajime feel sick and cough weakly. His drowsy mind was still getting used to the bleak darkness, but even after opening his eyes, nothing changed. He couldn’t see where he was, only able to feel he was laying naked on a mattress, a soft pillow under his head and arms stretched up, unable to move down and wrists handcuffed together.

The details of what happened before still haven't returned fully, but he knew he was in danger, blindfolded and tied on the bed of an unknown place.

“Help… heeelp… a-ah!” He yelped, trying to move his legs just to finally realize the pressure of a vibrating toy stuffing him, pressing against his prostate and pumping shivers through his body, forcing his cock to stay hard. The gross feeling of dry cum coating his shaft and thighs confirmed he had come during his sleep, making him feel sicker and completely humiliated.

“H-heeeeelp… H-H-HEEEEEEELP!!! SOMEONE, HELP ME PLEASE!!! AH, PLEASE!”

Everything came back at once, flashes of the assault invading his brain and building up a panic attack, fully aware he was still trapped in that living nightmare. Desperate to break free, he mindlessly tugged at the handcuffs, the tingling of chains mixing up with his loud screams.

“Rise and shine, sweet pie.”

The voice echoing in the room wasn’t distorted anymore, but unmistakable nonetheless. It was terrifying enough for Hajime to freeze in place, shutting up and almost forgetting how to breathe. 

The more the calm steps approached the bed, sweat dampened his forehead and tears blurred his eyes behind the blindfold, his lips trembling and trying to whisper vain pleas of mercy. Smell of alcohol and smoke emanated from the presence next to him, making his stomach twitch and legs to close instinctively, enduring the discomfort of the vibrator.

A cold, big and wrinkly hand brushed against his cheek, drawing a short gasp out of him and causing goosebumps through his quivering body. He could feel the predatory eyes ogling his naked and vulnerable figure, anticipating his fate with crushing horror in his heart.

“Hm? Are you trying to say something, sweet pie? I can’t hear you well…” Calm and composed, the man forced his thumb between Hajime’s lips. “You need to open your mouth more.”

Hajime had no choice but to suck on the finger, a sour taste of alcohol and sweat invading his tongue. Embarrassing short moans and wet sounds escaped as the man shoved two more fingers, thrusting his mouth slowly and forcing his jaw fully open.

“Just like that… very good, sweet pie. You’re a lucky little bitch, you know?”

He pulled out the fingers with a popping sound, cutting the string of saliva and slapping Hajime’s face suddenly for no particular reason except his red puffy cheeks looking inviting.

“Usually we don’t go past the warming up, but… I knew you were special. I’ve got my eye on you for a while, sweet pie.” The hot breath alone caused shivers all over Hajime’s hot skin, along with the malicious dragged words settling his fate. 

“P-pleaseeee… meeercy… P-please don’t hit me…” Hajime sobbed, hopes shattered but begging for crumbs was his only bargain left.

“Haha. I’m not very into it but no promises. You are a very beatable cutie.” The man chuckled nonchalantly, his casual way of talking terrifying Hajime to the very core. There was a frail sound of silky fabric sliding down and in the next moment, big hairy legs were around Hajime’s neck and pressing his chest, sinking him further on the mattress.

“W-wah?! N-no!!! Wah!” 

Before Hajime could protest more, something hit his nose and he recognized in terror the man’s smelly and wet cockhead rubbing against his cheek, smearing it with precum. He tried to turn his head instinctively, grossed out and sick, but there was nowhere to run and the mocking laughs of the man sitting on top of him just reinforced it.

“Open your mouth, cute whore.”

Hajime knew he had no choice when he was completely subdued, resigning to the bitter taste of pulsing flesh invading his mouth. It was bigger than he expected, forcing him to open his jaw wider, struggling to find an angle that hurt less. The man’s both hands guided his head up almost gently and then held it in place while pushing his cock down at a slow pace, drawing out tears behind the blindfold.

“Good boy… very good.” The man licked his lips, talking in a breathy voice and Hajime could almost see the creepy smile on his face. “You look so cute with your mouth full of cock.”

Hajime could only swallow muffled whines and kick his legs while the man pushed deeper, cock brushing against the back of his throat and making it hard to breathe. Shaking all over and more worried about choking than anything at this point, Hajime closed his eyes shut and tried to accommodate the overwhelming weight, drool oozing from the corners of his stretched mouth.

“Come on, cutie, you only took half of it. Work harder for me.” Slightly impatient, the man lifted Hajime’s head roughly, keeping it in place with both hands and shoving his cock down his throat at once. He couldn’t see the boy’s eyes widening in fear, ignoring his legs squirming and hands tugging desperately at the chains while he thrusted in and out, slowly and steady for his own cruel pleasure.

Hajime was sure he was going to choke, barely able to breath and his abused throat burning in pain. It felt like an eternity before he gave up struggling, head bobbed in the rhythm of the thrusts and mouth loose like a used hole, precum running down his chin freely and jaw hurting every time the cock throbbed inside.

“Ah. Yes. Just like that.” The man exhaled between groans, fastening up the pace for Hajime’s despair, unable to even beg for mercy while his throat was fucked silly. His gag reflex was destroyed by now and he was pretty sure he was tasting blood mixed with the cum invading his mouth, mind starting to drift away from the unbearable pain and fear.

Then in the last second he realized he was suddenly free, gasping for air and escaping from drowning in the grossest way possible. His face was suddenly splashed with a load of cum though, bathing his hair, neck and even shoulders, black blindfold almost turning white. But he desperately needed to breathe, even if that meant taking the seeds in his mouth and nose among painful coughings.

“Ugh… I had to do all the work .But at least this gonna look damn good on video.” The man lifted his chin, forcing his head to the side for a few seconds and whispering close, a little impatiently. “Smile at the camera, slut. I said smile .”

Hajime didn’t dare to question, forcing a smile with swollen lips out of sheer fear, showing up his teeth covered in cum and face almost purple from choking.

“You didn’t do anything, so lick it all to compensate.” There was no rest for him and the still hard cock slapped Hajime’s face again, forcing his senses to focus. He didn’t hesitate to lap all over the shaft, licking between each vein and slurping each drop, utterly grossed out but more terrified of going through something like that again if he didn’t work hard enough.

“Heh. Now that’s how I like to see… a little bitch tasting cock for the first time.” The hand tugging at his hair to keep his head in place scratched it briefly, the man’s voice showing satisfaction. “Keep going, sweetie.”

Hajime recognized the shutter click of a camera and figured the man should be holding his phone, heart dropping but obeying without protesting and licking the cock clean. Not only was he going through hell, everything was being extensively recorded and the man made sure to tell him at the worst moment, shattering his mind and spirit with brute force and cold manipulation at same time.

“Well done, sweet pie. It was clumsy but you swallowed your very first cock, be proud of it.” A head pat and finally the weight left Hajime’s chest and he could breathe better for a moment, before the hoarse voice reached closer to his ear, causing his chills. 

“It’s my turn to taste you.”

Hajime shivered all over, unable to escape the man’s dry lips and tongue against his neck and ears, along with the cold hands slowly caressing his skin and fondling his body. He could just sob in despair, sick to the core with the violence disguised as twisted affection.

“Ah, you taste so sweet and fresh, just how I like it… but it lacks a little punch.”

Hajime caught on the amused tone, terrified of being beaten up but instead he was startled by cold liquid poured all over his chest and stomach, making him squirm, kick his legs and tug at the chains under the man’s calm laugh. A strong smell of whiskey burned his nostrils and made him cough more, wondering if the humiliation would ever end.

The strong slap hitting his cheek was the bitter answer.

“Sorry… sorry… AH -”

Hajime threw his head back, tensing up suddenly when the man’s mouth started sucking his nipples and slurping the liquid without warning, then moving all the way down to drink from his stomach and thighs, keeping him in place with a strong grip. The vibrator was still buried inside and hitting his prostate, all the stimulation forcing sobbing moans out of him and making his cock twitch and throb against his will.

A sudden push up made him yelp, body bending and legs hanging on the man’s shoulders in an uncomfortable position. He couldn’t hold back more loud cries, utterly terrified of what was coming next.

“Relax, sweet pie. It hurts more if you don’t relax, it’s about time to learn that.” Sighing, the man shoved the whiskey bottle in Hajime’s mouth, forcing him to drink the rest and burning his abused throat. His already compromised senses worsened, the drowsiness hitting and stomach turning, limbs relaxing against his will.

“A little alcohol can help the mood, see how generous I am? This bottle alone is worth more money than your entire family and I wasted it all on you, so be a grateful bitch.” 

“Pweeeeeaseehhh- EHHHH!” The pain of the vibrator abruptly plucked out his hole was impossible to ignore even in this state, making him scream and kick legs, followed by a sudden wave of relief amidst the torture. 

The emptiness wouldn’t last long though, suddenly feeling the warm tongue licking and drooling all over his entrance in circular motions, big hands holding his small hips firmly. He clenched his teeth and fists, tensing up as the tongue invaded him, suckling his hole like a ripe peach and filling the room with filthy slurping sounds.

“A-ah… p-please … noo.. pweash.. no.. ah .. no… no… Im… aaah… aaaaaahhh …”

Trapped in an uncomfortable position, humiliated and violated without a break, he could feel his sense of self hanging on a thread about to shatter, desperate for some relief even if it meant fully giving in to be used like a toy without agency, moaning loudly and legs bouncing in the air with each push of the man’s hungry tongue hitting his prostate.

“Pweahase… aah… AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!! ”

His leaking cock was grabbed by a big, brute hand, adding a wave of overwhelming despair to his suffering, bringing flashbacks of the first rape and alarming his senses, arms desperately tugging at the chains and toes curling against his will.

“Notagain,,,, ppwease not agaaain… NO! NO- PLEASE!!! ”

But ultimately he couldn’t stop it, completely overpowered and experiencing every sensation once meant to be pleasurable rewired into pain and fear. 

It didn’t take long for the warm cum splash all over his own stomach, chest and face, guided by the hand ruthlessly milking his sensitive cock to the last drop. He could feel his body turning into a gross pool of fluids, the thick seeds mixed with sweat and alcohol. 

Somehow the idea of choking on cock started to feel a better way to go than enduring that neverending filthy debauchery.

“Wonderful.” The man finally took the tongue out, sounding amused and satisfied while Hajime’s legs plopped down like a broken doll, drool oozing from his red and stretched hole. He had no energy to beg anymore, exhausted and empty.

“Oh? You aren’t passing out yet, right, sweet pie? You have more stamina than that. I know it, I’ve been watching your lives for a long time. Don’t make me regret my choices.” 

A bottle of cold water splashed on his face forced his disoriented senses back, gasping, coughing and feeling the blindfold sticking to his face. His mind was as trapped as his body, without a choice to even try to space out.

“Don’t be a lazy bitch.”

Hajime shivered at the demanding voice as his legs were impatiently groped and spread further, a vague instinct of danger in his mind pushing him to struggle weakly. The tip of the hard cock poking at his hole confirmed his fears, making him clench teeth and strongly tug at the chains, frowning and bracing himself for the unavoidable. 

As terrible as everything had been until now, he knew it was just vile preparation.

“Work hard for me until the end.”

The hard cock invading him proved to be worse than any dildo or tongue, even bigger and thicker, stretching his already used hole even further and stealing the air out of his lungs. His whole body trembled out of sheer fear, suddenly hyper aware he was completely vulnerable and trapped in that bleak darkness at the mercy of a complete sadist stranger.

And no one could save him before he was completely ruined.

“Ppllease no… no… it won’t… fit… too b-big… it won’t… a-ah, big…”

“Of course it does, sweet pie, it always does. Virgin whores like you whine a lot but end up taking it all just damn fine. And asking for more before you know it.”

Hajime’s body tried to clench and resist the violation, but it didn’t save him from feeling like he was being split in half and crushed to his limits. He gasped, throwing his head back and crying to the darkness, biting his lip and squirming in place while the man’s cock filled him up to the brim until their hips were connected.

“too much… no...I’m.gon..na…br..eak…”

Short and quick thrusts started defiling him with no time for his body to even adjust to the length sitting inside, insensitive to his quiet sobs and broken moans. Disgusting waves of stimulation hit him every time the cock pushed deeper, nonstop tears soaking the blindfold and wetting his flushed out face, mouth left open and drooling all over his jaw.

“Ah, I knew it, you are made to be a slut. Already wanting more, little bitch? I’ll give you more."

Hajime whined at the growing fast pace forcing his clenched muscles open without mercy, body bouncing in the rhythm of thrusts like a doll made for pleasure. The man’s satisfied laughter reached his ears as his stomach was caressed gently, making him nauseous. 

"Look at this cute tummy bulge… so damn cute…"

Among groans and filthy praises, Hajime felt the full weight of the man pressing his small body against the mattress, surrounding him in the smell of alcohol, smoke and sweat. Unable to feel his hanging arms and bouncing legs because of the intense cramps, he could only focus on the roughness of his prostate pounded roughly over and over, so deep that he was sure it was reaching up and fucking his brains too.

“A cute hole for me.”

The cruel whisper sounded like the ultimate truth in his mushy mind and senses drowning in the darkness.

“I am… a hole...”

Louder squishy noises and the thrusts growing brutal hinted that he was about to take the load, but Hajime wasn’t in conditions to care anymore, having reached the state of a brainless fucktoy. Not even his oversensitive hard cock being harshly stroked and dribbling droplets of cum was bothering him more than a small shiver in his numb mind. And only a sad sigh escaped when the coarse tongue invaded his mouth in a sloppy and rough kiss with the taste of whiskey and himself, stealing it as a final act of ownership.

But if his body and mind were too gone to realize, his heart already knew how deep the wounds had cut.

“You’re so fucking tight, you want more, don’t you, whore?” A sudden pull on his hair forced a weak whine out of him, defenseless to the man’s power trip. “You want it, right? So ask for it. Ask for more. Ask .”

“... mo… moore.. ah! … mohre… more … ah!. . pweseh… ah! mmmo…rh… mmm…o.. … ah! ” 

Under mindless crying pleas and slaps hitting his cheeks, filthy and strong bursts of cum filled him up and forced a second orgasm from his overstimulated body. The last deep thrusts followed restlessly until his predator was completely satisfied, the weight of the huge body fully resting on the small prey ruined by his assault.

But at this point, Hajime wouldn’t feel the cock finally pulling out nor see the thick seeds oozing out of him in a mix of white and dribbles of red.

“Ah… you passed out after just one round? We have to work on it.”

Hajime also couldn't feel the touch on his cheeks while the man mused to himself, before standing up and wearing his white silk robe again like nothing out of ordinary had happened in that bedroom. A knock at the door didn’t surprise him too, the figure of the photographer stepping into the scene after a moment.

“Clean it up. Don’t play around too much or he’s gonna break too fast. And we need him ready again in a month.”

“Oh, are we keeping Shino-san? That’s great news ~ ♪”  The man didn’t hide the deviant smile, even though his boss just shrugged in the shadows, lit up a cigarette and checked his phone casually.

“Perhaps. The cute bitch has potential. I have a meeting in twenty minutes, so take care of things as usual. Again, don’t break him or leave obvious marks, but besides that, I don’t care.”

Leaving the last instructions to his staff, the sponsor walked out the room to go on with his day with the calmness of a man who hunts young boys for a hobby.

“Heh. This is the best fucking job in the world.”

Left to his own devices, the photographer chuckled to himself while taking off his pants, delighted for the opportunity to feast on the blasphemed angel’s leftovers.

“A sleeping hole is tight too.”