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Post by ShadesofGrey on Oct 21, 2008 20:20:45 GMT -5
"Go ahead try and fuck with me..." He growled in a low sick twisted sort o f way. "I love it when people make a fuss..." That last bit came out as a bit of a purr. Red kept working on the pants, ha, now they were down around his ankles exposing his boxers, wonderful, his felt his own groin slow start to ache. He shifted his weight a bit from side to side, undoing his own pants and pushed them down to be just out of the way but not too far from his thighs. "Hmph...Go ahead you poor little slut, squirm for me..." He cooed into Flint's ear.
Licking his upper lip as he flattened back out on top of the smaller younger spy maneuvering his arms back around under the German male. Dipping his right hand down underneath the other's boxers and finding quickly his manhood, gripping his shaft and using his thumb to tease the head of his dick. The Spaniard gave a slight teasing groan into the other's ear. "Say you like it." Came another demand.
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Post by Flint on Oct 21, 2008 20:29:21 GMT -5
"Nein." He whined, this was arousing though, despite his protests. This kind got off on squirming captives? Kinky, but not something he couldn't do. If it saved his life, then hell why not? So he squirmed, and whined, trying to get away from him. Hell, if this is all he had to do, then he'd be going home real soon. A little sore maybe, but alive. Heh, he could deal with that. Long as he drank at home from now on.
A startled moan left him as he felt fingers over his shaft, well now..."Ich mag es..." Came the whimper, nearly a plea as he squirmed to get away from him. This was gonna be interesting if nothing else. He could already feel the heat in his cheeks, a warmth coming from being aroused. Oh yes...this could work out well.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Oct 21, 2008 21:50:08 GMT -5
"Go ahead....Moan...Say you love it..." He growled roughly. Taking his left hand he gripped the others shirt and literally ripped it opens sliding his down his shoulders to sink his teeth into Flint's shoulder in attempts to draw blood, it was sometimes another fetish that the Red Nation had received from an old friend rest his soul.
He pushed the other's boxers down too, exposing the skin that was beneath, not taking his hand away from the other's hardening shaft; his own manhood growing harder, he bit down just a little more, really letting his canines get in there. His left hand went to moving his own boxers out of the way to let his own frigid length be exposed to the crisp air, he gave another teasing moan as he let his jaw open up and pulled off of the other's shoulder only to begin breathing warmly in pants into Flint's ear. Oh he was going to drag this out.
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Post by Flint on Oct 21, 2008 22:00:01 GMT -5
"Ich liebe es, ich liebe es!" Great, another shirt he'd have to replace. Black would be thrilled he was sure. The hands on him felt good, and he arched into the biting. Ow motherfucker! That was not nice at all. He'd never been into that kinky shit. He shivered as he felt his boxers leave him, and bit his lower lip against a moan. This was so wrong, and yet so good. He had to be still drunk. He blamed it on his hangover.
The hot air on his ear made him moan a little, and he started to squirm and wriggle again, whimpering as he 'tried' to escape the other spy. Hell, the knots weren't letting him go anywhere. Besides, a free lay? Even if he was the one being fucked, it was still too good to be true. Whores were mostly women, and many male prostitutes liked the handsome ones. Flitn didn't consider himself handsome.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Oct 21, 2008 22:10:14 GMT -5
A smirk, a sparkle of the eye. Red didn't hesitate any further he slammed into the Blank agent, dry with no warning, he wanted this to hurt the other, if it didn't he would find some way to emotionally, mentally or physically hurt him before it was over with. Maybe he'd get him to bleed.
The warm hand left the other male's cock and slid up brushing against the German's nipple only to come back and scratch down hard on the sensitive area, given he had little stubby nails he would use them in the ways he knew how. The other hand reached for his head and got a handful of hair, refusing to 'play' nicely. "Beg...Beg like the worthless whore you are." He hissed lowly allowing himself to adjust to the feeling in his lower regions. He managed to push himself just a little further in to only make himself seem more hurried.
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Post by Flint on Oct 21, 2008 22:17:00 GMT -5
Mein gott. He cried out hoarsely as he was slammed into, a dull whine pulling from him as he genuinely struggled to get the other out of him. He'd never been...y'know? No one had ever fucked with him, even in school. He'd been a broad fucker, and a scrapper. No one had ever...and that....uhh....that hurt. The fingers playing with his nipples made the hurt dull a moment, before the other scraped him.
Once the hand was in his hair he started to whimper wordlessly, struggling to get free. This fucker was gonna pay for being such a douche. Even id he had to get someone smarter to do it. "Nein, nein, stoppen sie, bitte, stoppen sie."
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Oct 21, 2008 22:31:02 GMT -5
Red however did not stop, he was on course and nothing was going to distract him. Feeling almost bad for the younger one he let his hand fall back down, first easing it's way onto the other's length again, to try and calm the frantic talk of the other, Red hated it when they were too talk-a-tive it annoyed him.
He slowly eased out and in him trying to stretch the other before he could really have his fun with him, but the Spaniard defiantly wanted himself to be remembered, he was just a jerk like that. "Cogida...You're apretado..." He scowled at first not liking the feeling at first. But he didn't let that stop him, he removed the lightly rubbed the head of the other's dick....not really sure what he was going for now. Even being unsure he lessened his grip on the other's hair. That was so strange, this feeling he was having...
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Post by Flint on Oct 21, 2008 22:38:36 GMT -5
No shit really? "Jungfrau...ich bin eine jungfrau." He sniffled, the hand on his dick didn't even begin to help the now searing pain running from his ass through his body. it made his chest tight and painful. He didn't even realize he was crying. It hurt, more than he would have thought it would. But hell, he was a goddamn virgin. "Bitte nicht mehr…" He begged, pleaded really, he'd bleed at this rate...
Or worse, he'd tear so badly he'd die from blood loss, great thing to look forward to right? He was trembling ever so faintly. The shock of it had worn off, and now it hit him in waves, and he desperately wished to be anywhere but here.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Oct 21, 2008 22:46:57 GMT -5
Something about this wasn't hitting the Spaniard the right way, he could see the tears on the German lad's face, none of his other victims had cried, no matter what he had put them through.....He had never cried when he had under gone something similar to this.
Almost startled out of the mood did he gently pull out of the other. He was really questioning his own actions now, this wasn't how it was supposed to go. "Donde hace su dignidad ir ...... usted nunca deja al enemigo verle gritar, no importa qué." He said giving the other his room. Something inside of him was screaming 'What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Knowing he wasn't following his job orders.
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Post by Flint on Oct 21, 2008 22:59:34 GMT -5
The German didn't care, at this point he was in more pain than he'd ever been while in training. Black had never mentioned that your enemy would fuck you. Sure, he was screwing White, and vice versa but...being a dumb rookie, he had figured it wouldn't happen to him. And while he had thought it'd be okay...it really really wasn't. And now he was being told he had no backbone. He was a rookie, this wasn't right.
"Fuck you." He said, in very plain English, he was panting, trying to wipe away the tears. "Virgin, understand? I was, am!" It hurt too bad to keep up appearances. And if this asshole started at it again he'd lose it.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Oct 22, 2008 19:01:36 GMT -5
"Did you really think I knew what you were saying you little bastard, you should be calling yourself lucky that I was your first, someone else may not have been so....nice." Red boasted a bit seeing as he could have and would have kept going if someone had been monitoring them but lets just face it, that was a mood killer.
He made himself look better, pulled up his boxers and pants, re fixing the belt. "Look, you have no more purposes if you're just gonna bitch one." He grunted, he loved being a jerk, really. He was looking forward to going home now, having a cute little Blue spy to see....But he would never admit that aloud.
(Logan, I needs to show you a pic I drew =D)
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Post by Flint on Oct 22, 2008 20:02:21 GMT -5
Nice. Right. How many other spies fucked their captives? Black had never told him that they would. If they did it so often, why had he not said anything? Well, if he was gonna stop because he was bitching, he'd bitch some more. Hell, if he could leave here and get home sometime in the future he'd count himself lucky. This definitely put a damper on his wanting to ever have physical contact again in the next lifetime or so.
Now...if only the bastard would untie him. He wasn't about to attack the other. He was sore, and humiliated. And he was sure he was unarmed thanks to the other man. What he needed was a few sleeping pills and a good nights rest...and to ignore the fact at work.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Oct 22, 2008 20:17:12 GMT -5
Red scoffed at him as he re approached, taking the extra length of the rope that was binding his wrist and tied it to something else in the room like a column that was there for support. "You'll have fun here..." He said with a cold smirk on his lips.
He slipped a hand into the inner part of his coat and he pulled out a knife. "I'll let you remember this for a long time to come..." He said in a cold manner, he was cruel on random sprigs and of course now would be one of them. The Spaniard took the blade of the knife and made quick work of the remaining clothes the German had, tearing up his pants and shirt so that they would no longer be wearable and making almost nothing of his boxers. "Adiós..." Was all that was said as he exited the room with the knife being back in it's sheath.
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Post by Master_Rollipolly on Oct 22, 2008 20:34:47 GMT -5
The red agent didn't get too far from the building that he left his poor captive in before he ran into a familiar face. "salut!" The all too familiar voice sang as he glomped Red from behind. The man known as Paulie hung on to Red; his arms loosly wrapped as far as they could go around the other's broad shoulders, keeping his feet off the ground. After a moment, he jumped down and faced him to give him a proper hug. "What are you doing in germany?"
He asked, glad to see the Spaniard here. He wasn't in uniform, fore there was no need to dress up like that to go undercover but he didn't expect to see his Red Nation friend, that wasn't supposed to happen until next week. "Actually, I can't talk now so gimme a call later kay!" He spoke quick english and gave Red a bisese before he could protest. With that he ran off to pick up a box of files that was to be left in an old building not far from there. He ran in and shut the door, making sure he wasn't followed and to his surprise, he found a boy not a box, and a nakid one at that, tied up. His eyes grew wide in shock.
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Post by Flint on Oct 22, 2008 20:48:51 GMT -5
Someone was coming. Was it that Red bastard again? Nope. definately not that Red bastard. His face blushed a red and he shrank in on himself. Great. Fucking peachy. As if one person seeing him like this was not bad enough....now there was a second, his hands couldn't reach where he was tied to, and if he pulled that supporting beam down he was fucked. Not literally, but pretty badly anyway. So that left him, on his hands and knees, tied up and used, only lightly but still, and open for anyone's gazing. The thought, oddly, hit his pride good and hard. The German didn't like being so vulnerable. How did anyone survive being a spy? If humiliation and psychobabble breakdown didn't get you first it was a bullet or torture.
Was this guy going to help him, however, or further his humiliation? He supposed he'd find out soon enough...he just wished he wouldn't stand there gaping at him like a fish. Someone needed to untie him, and they needed to do it now. While he was relatively not angry. He just wanted to get home, take a shower...some pills...and get some sleep...if he could. And he'd have to report the incident to Black. Greta huh?
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