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Kink Meme (Heated Rivalry)

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Any combination of people or circumstances, I don't care, I just want to see Hollander having rape fantasies.

does gangbang count?

GOD yeah, it counts! Team sports are perfect for gangbangs *____*

"No," Shane grabs Ilya by the hair and steers him away from his mouthy path Ilya is trying to make down Shane's neck.

There is a whole journey he has planned. But the sharpness of Shane's grip is... intriguing. He gives him an expectant look and waits.

"Don't try and distract me, tell me. At least one."

"One thing I think of when I jerk off my dick?"

"A fantasy."

"Why do I need to make something up? I have all the fucking I am doing with you, all the fucking I have done with other people. And if I am being honest, mostly if I am jerking it, I am not trying to think. I am trying to get the horny out, with my hand. I feel my hand."

Shane makes the most long-suffering sigh. "Yeah, I know you have a ton of memories or whatever but--" He sighs again, this time more resigned. "Never mind." He looks toward the bedroom door.

Ilya steers him back, gently. Ruffles his lips with a thumb, dips it into the hot, slick, automatic suck that is Shane's pouty little mouth. "Good," he breathes. "Now tell me what you want." He smears the spit over his chin.

Shane closes his eyes. "I just mean, do you ever think of stuff you've never done. Or like, would never *ever* really want to do in real life."

"I think if you jerk off to it, you maybe want to do it a little bit in real life. Or get a little taste of it." He thumbs Shane's jaw open and pets his tongue. "Hmm. Is it maybe you have a fantasy?"

Shane squeezes his eyes shut even harder.

"Something very," he replaces his thumb with two fingers, petting Shane's tongue, then easing deeper. "Very," he keeps going until he hits the back of Shane's throat and keeps going, "Very bad." He pushes steadily until he finds Shane's gag reflex, then retreats and watches Shane cough and spit, eyes watering. "Don't swallow."

Shane closes his mouth, looks confused but his throat does not bob.

"Your mouth is full of spit. I might need that. Don't swallow. Now. This very, very bad fantasy you have. No, look at me. There you go. This fantasy of yours. You are scared to tell me because you think what. I will think less of you?"

Shane shrugs.

"Are you ashamed? Wait, what am I saying, is bad dirty fantasy that makes you come so hard, of course it is a little shameful."

Shane rolls his eyes.

"Is it weird? Is it like... are there tentacles? Or a goat?"

Shane gives him a what the fuck look.

"So is a fantasy with people. Adult people. Or person."

Shane nods.

The twenty questions will get old fast, so Ilya sits back on his heels and gestures at Shane to sit up. holds his hand under his mouth. "Gimme."

Shane unloads the spit into Ilya's hand and Ilya immediately uses it to jerk Shane's half-hard dick. Shane leans back on his hands, head tipped back, knees spreading for Ilya. Such a pretty offer.

"Hmm. Okay. So is adult people."

"Person," Shane says dreamily.

"What person?"

Shane's face sinks with guilt.

Ilya's hand freezes. "Tell me it is not Scott Hunter"

Shane's eyes snap open and he laughs. "No. No, it's not. It's one person."

"Am I the one person?"

Shane licks his lips and hesitates very, very long time, and Ilya just holds his cock, no moving. In his grip, Shane grows fully hard. Finally, with an uncomfortable whisper, he says, "Yeah."

"Okay."

"I mean, I tried to do it in my head with just a generic guy, but..."

"But is better with me."

"Forget I said anything."

"Oh, that is impossible now. You don't have to tell me, but then I will just have to make up what sort of fucked up sex shit makes sweet baby angel Shane Hollander this fucking hard, and this uncomfortable. You think you will shock me? I don't know if you know this, but I have done a lot of sex stuff."

"Not this."

"Do I grow another dick? Double stuff you?"

"What the fuck? No!"

"So it is possible. This fantasy."

"I mean," He swallows hard and looks like he is in actual pain. "I guess technically but you would never do this. You would never want to. I wouldn't want you to. Not for real."

"Okay. What about for pretend?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like, for example, I cannot really get you pregnant, but we could pretend. For sex fun."

Shane's face goes through bewildered, disgusted, intrigued maybe, then like he got caught doing something he shouldn't, it is one hell of a show. "No. I mean, that wasn't what I...that's not it."

"Not it like we could not pretend, or not it like you were not thinking about me putting a baby in you?"

"Wait, do you want to pretend to knock me up?"

"We will put a pin and circle back, answer question."

"No, I wasn't thinking about that, but I mean...I guess technically we could pretend."

"So stop wasting time and tell me your dirty shameful nasty bad bad thing. There is a thing, right?"

"There is."

"I want to hear it. Please. If you really don't want to tell me, say fuck off Rozanov and I will fuck off. But I do not believe it could be that bad."

"Now it's all built up. You're gonna think I'm--"

"You're what? A horny boy with an imagination? Yes, this will be very shocking, that your sex brain is not boring."

"My sex brain is not boring!"

"I know." He gives Shane's rock hard dick a lazy tug. "I know. I know what a pervert you are. My pervert."

"Mmm."

"So. Speak."

"I, uh," Shane licks his lips. "I can't believe I'm saying this. This isn't. I don't... It's just..."

"It's just dirty sex thoughts that get you off super fucking hard."

"I never said that," Shane mumbles.

"I am wrong, then?' Shane does not say he is wrong. "So. Come on. Share."

"Okay." Biiiig breath. Big fucking yoga breath, then out. "Okay, so," and then in a low fast mumble, because of course, "Iwannabemade."

"What?"

"I want to be...made."

"You want to be a maid?"

"No, I want to be made. To."

"Like with the," he touches his head. "With the little cap and the apron. Maid like housekeeper?"

"No. What the fuck?"

"French maid. Yes! With the little dress, and the duster. I can see it."

"I don't want to be a fucking French maid, jesus."

"No, I see the vision Oh, and you can speak French. Only French. Yes. And I speak only Russian. And I am rich, sexy, horny guest, famous pro athlete, and you are so horny for me, but we do not share a language. Oh, oh this could be something."

"You're just gonna keep talking, aren't you?"

"But how will the horny little French maid let the big sexy Russian she wants his cock. Hmm? Say something in French."

Shane says something very annoyed in French. It is fucking hot.

"You want a big tip, huh? You want my big, fat--"

Shane covers Ilya's mouth with his hand. "Please shut up. I mean, the language thing sounds kind of hot, but I am trying to tell you something very..."

Against the palm, Ilya says, "Very what?"

"I don't fucking know. Very personal. Very embarrassing. Very very private."

"I will be serious. I promise." He kisses Shane's shoulder. Shane turns to face him, leg criss cross applesauce, and tugs the edge of the sheet over his crotch and Ilya settles in front of him, sitting back on his heels, his hands on Shane's knees. He leans in and touches foreheads. "It will be fine."

"Okay. Yeah. It's no big deal. I'm not the only one."

"Right."

"I just...sometimes. Not so much anymore, but I used to...back the first few years, when ever time you and I... I would think this is the last time. I won't do this again. Sometimes I even...I came to see you and the whole way I was like, you're gonna stop it before it even starts. You're gonna go and tell him we're not doing this anymore, we have to stop, and you're not gonna fuck him, and you're gonna go, and that's that. Today, you end this."

"Really?"

"Really. More than once."

"I did not know. I mean, I knew you were a little reluctant, or you talked like you were, but you always..."

"I always saw you and immediately stuck my tongue down your throat and begged you to fuck me. Yeah. I fucking know."

"So not *too* reluctant."

"Yeah. I wanted it. I wanted it too much, it was...anyway, you were there. You know. Anyway, sometimes in the fucking *months* in between, I would fantasize about going through with it, putting an end to it."

"While you," he makes jerk off gesture.

"I know it's weird, but I don't know, the idea that you wanted it more than me for once, that I was strong enough to tell you no and leave you there hard... felt powerful. Whatever."

"So your big secret is you jerked off to breaking up with me. Okay? This is what has you all---"

"No. I'm not done. I don't even remember when it started, but one time...one time in my head you didn't take no for an answer."

Ilya's quiet for a moment. Then, "Ah."

"And I um...I tried to leave but you wouldn't let me. You like...over powered me."

"Okay."

"And then you uh...you forced yourself on me. I uh, it evolved over time, the clothes were in the way, so then it was like, we got undressed but I changed my mind and went to put my clothes on, so I'm naked when you..."

"When I grab you."

"Yeah. And I'm like...I got ready for you, so I'm already..."

"Wet for me. And stretched."

"Yeah. And I um," Shane looks at the ceiling, teary eyed, shame all over his face. He wipes his cheeks. "I know you would never."

"I know."

"I felt so fucked up that I was thinking about you like that, but yeah, basically, I try to fight you off, like really try, but you're too strong, and then your force it in me and tell me I don't get to say no. I'm yours. And it hurts, but not like too much, but it's so humiliating that I can't stop you. And I'm crying, but you tell me, you touch me, I'm so hard I must want it. And I don't get to say no, I don't get to stop this thing, this us. And I'm begging you to stop, but then you're talking Russian, and it's like you don't even understand me anymore. I know it doesn't make sense, but it's like you don't understand English anymore. You don't understand no. You just...you wanna fuck me so bad you can't stop and I can't stop and you know. Then I come. And I hate myself for thinking about you like that. Because I know you would never. You're always so..." he sighs, looks up finally from his lap and into Ilya's eyes. "It isn't you. I know that. But like...I don't know. I guess it was like.. this way I got to feel strong like I finally could put an end to this fucked up thing we were going. I thought it was fucked up then, anyway. But like, I was strong, but then I got to be weak. I got to do it and not feel guilty about it because you made me. But then after I came, I felt double guilty. So yeah. That's uh, that's it. That's the fantasy."

This was really good, anon! Dialogue was so snappy.

English is not my first language, but I hope you like it, anon!

"This is such a bad idea."

"What is?"

"All of this. I don't know, I don't... feel ready yet." Shane shifts from foot to foot at this point. He tries to force a polite smile but instantly regrets it - why is he trying to be polite to this guy or reduce awkwardness? He could have just left without saying a word, and frankly now he thinks he should have. He doesn't want this. This isn't happening.

He feels Ilya's hand on his forearm, steadily but seemingly lightly holding him in place. Shane tries to gently break free, as not to offend him, but this doesn't go unnoticed. The grip is so firm Shane feels his breath getting stuck in his throat. He feels frozen and can't help but obey.

"You seem ready to me." Ilya's other had slides down across his chest.

"I... please let go of me", Shane feels this weak attempt at resistance rising in him and instantly fading as the grip grows tighter. Ilya is now so close Shane feels his breath on his cheek, body almost pressed into his. He manages to chuckle, "I can't believe this is happening. This is over. I don't want this."

"You don't? Well, I don't agree."

Does that guy thinks it's some kind of game?

"What the fuck are you on about? I'm leaving."

"You aren't."

The whole room in Shane's eyes tilts. He sort of instinctively looks for a door, even though he knows it's on his right, and notices that the door chain is on. Even if he manages to escape Ilya's grip, he wouldn't have enough time.

It's like he is struck by lightning, his body convulses a little involuntarily, and he's trying to open his mouth to speak, but no sound comes out. His body is not his own right now.

Ilya overpowers him easily. As his knees hit the carpeted floor with a thud he feels tears welling up in his eyes. He can't believe this is how it's going to be.

"Open your mouth. Wide."

He can't help but obey.

Ilya isn't gentle with him and doesn't take any time to ease his cock in. Shane feels it hitting the back of his throat almost instantly. Ilya's firm grip is in his hair now, pulling painfully. His other hand is holding Shane's chin in place.

"Just like that. Take it in. Relax your throat."

It's Shane's first time doing this and it couldn't have been more violent. Tears start rolling down his cheeks, and it feels almost entirely physical, rather than a natural reaction to being raped. He's being raped.

Time slows down and it feels like it's been ages. He hears himself gag and choke on Ilya's cock almost from the outside, thick head hitting the back of his throat repeatedly and withdrawing half a second before he's gonna throw up, but never leaving his mouth. He's drooling uncontrollably now, cock making pornographically wet sounds in his mouth, which he get embarrassed by. He feels that his T-shirt is soaked in the front, drool mixing up with tears.

He never makes an attempt to push Ilya off of him and he hates himself for it.

His throat contracts around Ilya's cock and he listens to his moans. Thrusts become more and more violent. Just when he thinks Ilya's cock couldn't go deeper it somehow does. He feels like a fleshlight, and just as he thinks that Ilya's forgotten all about him, lost in his pleasure, he feels Ilya taking his cock out of his mouth entirely.

"Hey, come back to me. Don't go deep into your thoughts. I want you to feel every second of it."

A string of saliva connects Ilya's cock and Shane's lips. Shane closes his eyes, exhausted.

"Please, stop. I can't... I can't take it anymore. Please let me go."

He sounds pathetic and he knows it. It kills him to beg.

"Look at me. Open you eyes."

Shane obeys. He feels Ilya's gentle hand lovingly stroking his cheek.

"You need this. I'm just giving you what you need."

Shane is full on crying now, his chest shaking a bit. But he knows what he needs to say.

"Thank you."

Ilya smiles at him.

"I want you to look me in the eyes as I come in you throat, okay?"

Shane nods weakily. Ilya doesn't have to tell him not to touch himself, as his cock is soft in his pants, and he opens his mouth obediently before Ilya even needs him to, which makes Ilya smile again.

The ending is blurry. Shane thinks he's gonna throw up or pass out from the lack of oxygen, as Ilya's cock is blocking hir airways. He feels Ilya tightening his grip in Shane's hair and tensing, his cock not moving in Shane's mouth. Seconds after this hot spurs of cum hit the back of his throat. Their eyes are locked and Shane catches himself looking for approval in Ilya's eyes.

He gags reflexively but Ilya doesn't let him go.

"Swallow. Swallow, baby."

It's a lot of cum. He's never seen another guy cum, but he assumes it is. Tears start welling up again as he thinks that his first time with a man is being raped in his mouth. He feels disgusted by himself, but swallows obediently.

He feels Ilya's warm hand on his cheek again, stroking with his thumb, as Ilya leans down closer to his face, half-smiling. Shane feels himself almost leaning forward to meet him as he suddenly feels Ilya's hot spit falling on his face. His own drool feels cold on the front of his T-shirt.

"You're a fucking whore. Get out of here until I rape you again." Smile fades from his face.

We never even kissed.

***

Ilya tries to catch his breath.

"You fucking freak, Hollander. Who knew you were such a twisted fuck." He's been repeating variations of that for a good five minutes now.

Shane feels himself getting hot in the cheeks and can't brlieve he can still be embarrassed after all that's just happened.

"But you liked it, didn't you? T'was fun."

"Sure it was. Are you sure you're okay? How's your throat?"

"It hurts. Gonna be unpleasant to talk for a few days but it's nothing. Compared to... you know."

Ilya shakes his head and smiles.

"You sick fuck."

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