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Since today is easter, I thought the Oviposition fic might be just what everybody needs today
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Reaper76 – Oviposition – Being A Goold Old Boy
Reaper is shaking his head in refusal, rubbing his forehead into the bedding. His shoulders are bunched tight and shaking, body gearing up for denial that never comes. It only takes Soldier’s large hand at the small of his back, blunt, broad fingertips rubbing into the clammy, sweaty skin, to calm him back down.
“Yes, you will be,” he tells him, gruff voice low, almost gentle for him – yet still very much no–nonsense. He watches how Reaper already struggles, rim pouty and constantly moving as he tries and only barely manages not to bear down on the three smooth ceramic eggs currently nuzzled within his guts. Every time the swollen rim flares open, Jack can see the dark grey bottom of the last egg he fitted into him.
He places his thumb squarely on the opening and pushes gently as the other hand rubs Reaper’s back, trying to soothe away his low, pained grunt. Reaper’s voice has considerably climbed in the last five minutes, sweat breaking out all over his back and sides at Jack’s calm announcement.
“I will give you one more egg. And then you will put on some nice, comfy clothes and go out. I want you to go and get a glass of water and stay where others can see you for four minutes. One for each egg you let me push into your slutty, needy ass.
You don’t need to talk to anybody. You don’t even need to look at them. I just want you to be a good, brave boy.
And when you’re done… then you can come back and we’ll take care of this.”
“No, please,” Reaper rasps. He sounds almost in tears; almost enough to make Jack rethink his demand. Still, as he begs, he angles his body backwards, presses into Jack’s thumb just to feel him jostle the heavy eggs already in his gut; making him feel swollen and bulky to the point where he thought he might not even be able to walk without a waddle. The thought of going out into the open like that makes his toes curl and smoke billow from between the clench of his teeth.
“You love this,” the Soldier tells him gently. He leans down, presses a fleeting kiss to the clenching, lube–wet muscle, and proceeds to wipe his lips against one round, plump ass cheek. He watches Gabriel shake his head in denial, shoulders pulling towards his ears, body trying to become thick, dark smog before he can make himself go corporeal again.
Jack smirks, hand fumbling for the last egg lying on the sheets. Even after all these years Gabriel had not changed. Seems not even death could make him any less of a greedy humiliation slut.
“It’s okay. You don’t need to admit it. You got me for that, right?”
He sits up again, the ball of his hand pressing firmly against the small of Gabriel’s back to prepare him for the new egg. Still, Reaper sounds panicked when he feels the smooth edge of the ceramic kissing up to his hole. He throws his head back with a drawn out grunt, body shaking and sweaty, rim flexing closed in denial, then blooming open greedily for more.
Jack waits patiently until that happens before asserting pressure, slow and consistent, his cock surging at the sight of Reaper’s rim stretching for the intruder.
“Naughty slut,” he murmurs practically absent minded. His free hand slides down, cups the tight swell of Gabriel’s abdomen and massages it lightly, voice pitched low, murmuring soothing nonsense as he makes Gabriel accept the intrusion.
He imagines he can feel it, too – the eggs moving within him, one pressing against his fingers… or maybe it’s just Gabriel’s muscles, iron hard and quivering, his cock hanging in an undecided half–hard state since Jack’s announcement.
He takes long after the last egg. Jack lets him move however he wants, which first is a slow, calculated collapse onto his belly, and then with a soft groan onto his side because he can’t deal with the pressure.
Jack cleans him with a wet rag, wiping the drool and tears of overstimulation from his face even though he is fussy, trying to pull away and growl. It morphs into a groan when it makes the heavy objects in his gut shift.
“Are you ready?” the Soldier murmurs finally, soft wide sweater and pants laid out next to Reaper.
Gabriel tried to ignore them, not even deigning to look, but now he is, hands slowly kneading into the bedding.
“I don’t know about this…” he mumbles, and Jack sighs with a soft, indulgent smile and leans down, hand rubbing across Reaper’s shorn scalp.
“That’s okay. You don’t need to know anything. You just need to do what I tell you, because you’re a little slut and you want me to. Right?”
For a moment, Reaper’s face contorts; he looks unhappy and stubborn, tears filling his dark, beautiful eyes even as his cock starts to get interested once more – and then it smoothes out and becomes practically serene, head turning so he can nuzzle into Jack’s hand.
“Yes…”
“Very good. Then get up and be a good boy. Four minutes. You can do it.”
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Gabriel is shaking by the time Jack slowly guides him into a kneeling position, their grip on each other’s biceps white knuckled and bruising. There is a wet spot slowly, stubbornly spreading on the front of Gabriel’s sweatpants and Jack’s voice sounds rougher, barely even human anymore, when he demands: “Did they see that? Did they see what a nasty little slut you are?”
His eyes are wide, a little wild. He feels crazy and thinks he must look the part. Sound the part. Gabriel groans, knees crashing the last couple centimeters to the floor when his legs give out.
“Who has seen you?” Jack wants to know, voice a little lower, hand rubbing shakily across Gabriel’s shorn head, feeling the rasp of the stubble against his palm. Gabriel doesn’t want to answer – he is preoccupied with shoving weakly at his pants, trying to get them off.
“I need to… please… Jack I need to…” He has trouble speaking and concentrating. There is black smoke wafting in delicate tendrils from the corners of his eyes. His voice is hoarse like Jack has fucked his throat for too long and too rough.
He can remedy that – as Gabriel finally shoves his pants down to his incredible thighs, Jack fishes out his dick. His heart is beating so fast, he feels harried. Under attack.
“Have they seen what a slut you are? Have they seen that you’re a dirty whore that’s debasing himself just to get some dick?”
Gabriel is clutching at Jack’s hips. He is shaking more intensely now, sweat dripping down the sides of his face. He grunts, bearing down, pushing at the clutch of ceramic eggs nestled in his guts.
When the wet head of Jack’s cock smears across his mouth, he opens it just the same, eyes opening, staring up helplessly at the Soldier. Letting himself get used.
Jack nudges his hips forward, drags the sensitive glans across Gabriel’s tongue and listens to the soft thump of an egg hitting the ground – watches the slight strain around Gabriel’s eyes – and thinks that he must be crazy; to stick his cock anywhere near Reaper when he was like this, mindless, straining, grunting, body caught on the sharp edge where it didn’t know whether the sensations bombarding it were good or bad.
But he was so very sweet like this, too; trying so hard to be open and receiving; letting Jack murmur sweet abuse at him and clamoring for more of the same treatment.
“Maybe I should let them in when I’m done with you,” Jack murmurs, belly feeling tight and hot and prickly. He feels Gabriel’s fingers spasm at his hips and his nails getting sharp and dangerous for a second. He plows on, listening to Gabriel strain, imagining his rim – slimy with lube, slowly stretching open farther and farther as he tried to deposit another egg: “Let them in and see you; curled around your little clutch of eggs. Let them have a look at your sloppy, fucked out hole. Let them know just exactly how you need to be handled in the future.”
Gabriel whines long and high through his nose; a weak whistle as he digs his sharp claws into Jack’s hips, pain licking up his spine and only adding to the heat of the moment as Gabriel jerks and shudders, his constricting muscles forcing another egg out while his cock drools thick globs of cum to the ground.
“Yeah that’s it,” the Soldier murmurs, hands holding onto Reaper’s head, fingers rubbing along the greying stubble of his skull. “That’s. It.”
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