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Extension January 2024 Drabble #1
🕑 Added 2024-02-01 06:19:17 +0000 UTCGabriel/Soldier76(/Cassidy) – hypnosis; voyeurism – Gabriel hates how much he is into the little show he gave.
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The scene on the TV screen changes. One second it still shows the bar and the dance floor behind it, the next it shows an empty backroom with a few devices for play inside. While Gabriel hasn’t been in this particular room before, he’s been in enough rooms like it to know what most of the stuff is all about.
Only that… well… he has been in that particular room before, obviously. Because in this moment he sees Cassidy and himself walking in. Or more like Cassidy dragging Gabriel in, one arm slung over his shoulders, carrying most of his boss’ weight as he gets him to do step after step toward the middle of the room.
The realization that he can’t even remember a shred of this lays heavy in Gabriel’s stomach. “The fuck,” he whispers under his breath, leaning forward, elbows on his thighs and hands clasped between his knees. He does not know what to think about watching himself getting chained into the middle of the room and so out of it from whatever Cassidy has done to him, that he’s just hanging in the ropes, so to speak; all but squatting in mid-air while.
He flinches when all of a sudden there is sound coming from the TV again. It’s Cole’s voice; deep and sonorous and as cocksure as always: “Undress.”
Gabriel watches the man on the video move. It doesn’t really register quite yet that this is really and truly himself. Even his movements look like they are not his own as he stares at himself kicking off his boots and getting to work on his pants. The same boots and pants that he is currently wearing.
Who dressed him afterward? Was it Cole? And where is the idiot now?
On the screen, Gabriel kicks off his pants until he is nice and naked, his cock swinging between his muscular thighs, resting.
Cole steps closer. He takes the lower hem of Gabriel’s undershirt and rolls it up until it sits just in his pits, leaving him as naked as he is going to get.
The current Gabriel can feel his nipples harden at the sight, poking at his undershirt, obscenely visible. He reaches for one absent mindedly and drags a thumb across the hard peak.
“There… ain’t that a sight to behold? Totally worth the money, I’d say.”
Who the fuck is the ingrate talking to? While the thought still echoes through Gabriel’s head, he watches as a single man peels himself out of the shadows of the not-so-empty room.
The moment he sees him step into the light, the memory of an absolute reek washes over Gabriel. He gags, eyes watering even though he can’t smell it now. Oh… but he remembers…
The man that has stepped out of the shadow has the air of a Soldier that has completely stopped taking care of himself. The clothes he is wearing are dirty and with large sweat stains, his short, thinning hair looking greasy.
There is a tight, nasty look on his face as he moves around Gabriel and watches him from all sides. Eventually he comes to a stop behind him and grabs his cheeks with both hands, massaging them and spreading them apart to have a look at the merchandise like a man inspecting a damn horse.
Current-moment Gabriel swallows thickly. He is still slowly rubbing a thumb across his nipple, little zings of pleasure shooting down his heating body.
The voice crackling over the speakers of the TV sounds like the guy uses it just as little as he bathes. It is rough and grating as he announces: “Guess that will do.”
Cassidy chuckles under his breath. He just waves him off as if the guy had been absolutely hilarious, then swaggers over to a corner to stand there and watch the proceedings.
Naturally, Gabriel wouldn’t be seen dead with a disgusting slob like this man, but on the screen… he just groans and arches his back the moment he feels the stretch of his cheeks getting spread wide, pulling his hole into a little wink.
The guy squats down behind Gabriel, face almost on a level with his ass, then leans in to eat him out. And the sounds he is making… sloppy and grunting and nasty… just a few seconds in Gabriel can see wet saliva glistening and dripping from the slob’s chin down to the ground.
It’s nasty and it’s lewd… and Gabriel can’t believe how wild he gets for this bastard. He moans like a bitch in heat, sticking out his ass, all but losing his mind as he tries to ride the stinking asshole’s tongue.
He doesn’t remember in any particular detail but watching this… he kind of can piece together that at the time he had been thinking that something… else was happening than what was going on in reality. That someone else was doing things to him; though he can’t put together anything more substantial now after the fact.
Gabriel only knows that whatever Cole did really fucked up his perception of reality.
On the old TV screen, the disgusting stranger stops eating him out like a pig would and gets back up on his feet. The Gabriel-from-last-night whines like a bitch in heat and sticks his ass out, clearly desperate for more.
Gabriel can feel his ears heating up in embarrassment over his own behavior. He can’t believe he started begging this disgusting bastard for dick…
Obviously encouraged by Gabriel’s complete lack of self-esteem and his willing degradation for this disgusting stranger, the man chuckles under his breath while working on opening his dirt crusted pants and getting his cock out.
In front of the TV, Gabriel swallows thickly when he sees it. He has no doubt that the man hasn’t washed it in probably weeks, but it is long and fat and he can feel his body reacting to it with blind hunger even now.
His hole clenches. For the first time since waking up he becomes aware of just how sore he feels. How well fucked.
The stranger on the screen slowly jerks himself off while staring at Gabriel’s back with a look of contemplation. Eventually he pulls an arm back and slaps one of Gabriel’s cheeks so hard that he almost flinches even now.
Slowly, he shifts his weight on his chair and while his confused mind in the TV still struggles with the pain of getting his ass slapped suddenly, he realizes that yes… there definitely is a fat bruise forming on his cheek even now.
“Damn but that’s a nice fat ass. Should feel like fuckin’ a goddamn couch,” the man announces. His rough, deep voice is scraping along Gabriel’s nerves. As he steps closer, his arms curling around Gabriel’s ribs as he slots his dick between his cheeks to rut him like a teen, Gabriel shoots up from his seat and restlessly stalks through the small, dark room he has found himself in.
He drags a hand over his mouth and chin, trying to understand why his body is reacting the way that it is. With this absolute hunger despite having been… well… assaulted. He had not been in his right mind. He had not consented to being used like a toy by an unwashed dude that looked like he was living on the streets for most of his days. Who the fuck knew where Cole even got his hands on the guy…
From the TV speakers, Gabriel can hear his own voice; a high-pitched little sigh that has his dick pulsing with interest. Despite himself, he wanders in front of the screen again, clutching at the back of the chair and watching as the stranger is unselfconsciously licking Gabriel’s armpits all the while rutting his hips.
Fucking that meaty, unwashed cock through Gabriel’s ass crack as if he’d done it a million times before.
Without missing a beat, the man reaches down, grabbing a hold of his base, angling his dick as his tongue drags greedily across Gabriel’s armpit. Gabriel can feel his hips angling backward, chasing a phantom cock that he is so disgusted by the thought of how it had to reek is making him gag.
He’s losing his mind for it on screen, though. He hems and haws and begs… someone – whoever the fuck he thinks is currently playing with him – to put it in.
And the stranger does. With nothing to lube his entry but the copious amounts of spit from earlier, he rams his way into Gabriel’s guts with one harsh thrust that pushes him half-way into him.
Gabriel’s hole clenches in half-remembered pleasure-pain. His mouth goes dry, watching himself gurgle and start stammering thanks as this disgusting piece of shit assaults him, muttering nasty shit into the back of Gabriel’s shoulder while he fucks him like a broken truck.
Talking about how soft his fat ass feels against his hipbones. How hot his ‘pussy’ is. How he’s glad he insisted on this ‘test drive’ before making his final decision but how he definitely wants to ‘keep doing this’.
Gabriel, shocked and disgusted by it all, whirls around as he hears the door behind him getting unlocked. In its doorframe are two shadows and a now familiar reek washes against him and makes him gag while his eyes fill with impromptu tears – and his cock drips into his non-existent underwear.
“Rise and shine,” the grating, deep voice rumbles; and then he hears Cole drawling: “We got a lot more planned for ya, boss. Come here… look at this thing, will ya?”
Gabriel’s eyes drop to the little device in Cole’s hand without thinking.
And then his mind goes blissfully blank as behind him he hears the thick slap of skin on skin and the wet slide of a cock going through a needy, swollen hole.
