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PROMPT POST #2 - CLOSED
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prompt post one
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FILL: Poe/Kylo: NONCON (all of it); inflation, torture, body modification
(Anonymous) 2016-05-14 10:19 am (UTC)(link)He let his head fall back against the table he'd been restrained on, trying to breathe through the feeling, trying to imagine what kind of strange new torture this was meant to be. When Kylo stood from where he'd been sitting in the corner, coming over to circle his body, Poe let his eyes fall closed as well.
They snapped open when Kylo pressed a hand against his stomach and pushed down. Poe hissed out an unsteady breath through his teeth, his hands clenching into fists where they were restrained above his head.
"How does that feel?" Kylo asked, his voice calm and even. Even when Kylo finally removed his hand, the feeling continued to grow worse. The discomfort made Poe uncreative.
"Fuck you," he growled, his voice rough from misuse. He tracked Kylo with his eyes as the other man paced back and forth around the bottom of the table. As his stomach continued to expand, growing well past what any amount of eating or drinking could achieve naturally, his clothing began to dig painfully into his skin. Involuntarily, Poe squirmed, a whimper breaking free from the back of his throat.
"Would you like some help with that?" Kylo asked, the corner of his mouth turning up in the beginning of a condescending smirk. Poe was halfway through coming up with a witty retort when the meaning of Kylo's question clicked, and it began to dawn on him what kind of torture this was.
If the fullness in his stomach hadn't already been making it hard to breathe, this realization would have. He began to pant desperately, and it took him a couple of minutes to realize that Kylo's fingers were lightly tracing his stomach through his clothes. He tried to yank away, but the restraints on his hands and feet didn't allow for much movement.
"Do you think you'll tear through your clothes eventually without my help, or do you think you'll burst from the pressure first?"
Poe felt his eyes grow wide. Being naked in this situation was horrifying, but he was completely unsure of how this pill worked, and the prospect that he might actually burst was more horrifying. Gritting his teeth, he managed to stutter, "Ple-please, Ren. Please."
That stupid condescending smirk grew as Kylo moved his eyes from Poe's stomach to his face. "Please what?"
Poe had to remind himself of the threat of bursting to be able to make himself say, "Please--take my pants off."
Kylo's fingers slipped beneath Poe's waistband in a motion so casually intimate that it made Poe shudder. The cold air hitting his cock and thighs as the pants were left to pool around his restrained feet didn't help.
Trying to hide the pain and fear, Poe tried to demand, "What kind of kinky fuckery is--" He cut off abruptly with a gasp when Kylo shoved a fingertip into his asshole.
"You know, I've thought about this for a long time." Kylo reached to his left, out of Poe's line of sight, and then he shoved two lubed fingers into Poe's ass. Poe jerked in his bonds, and then moaned in pain as the movement worsened the tightness in his belly.
"You look good like this," Kylo continued, scissoring his fingers in Poe's ass before adding a third finger. It was too much stretch too fast, but being filled up in any way when he was already so full was worse than the strain on his hole.
Poe had started to lose the thread of what was happening when the manacles on his hands and feet clicked loose with a mechanical whir. For a brief, irrational second his heart lifted with the hope of escape, before Kylo slipped a hand behind his back and pulled him up into a sitting position. Even that small movement made him feel like he was going to be sick, and his heavy middle prevented any real movement. Even if there had been an opportunity for him to get out of this room, he wouldn't have been able to take it. The reality of his situation brought him to the edge of tears, and he blinked quickly, hoping that Kylo wouldn't notice the weakness.
Fortunately for him, Kylo was focused on rubbing his hands over his stomach, pulling his shirt up so that he could feel the stretched skin. The tender motion had already brought the comparison to Poe's mind by the time that Kylo said, "You could be pregnant, like this. You would look good, carrying my baby."
Poe shook his head in fervent denial, of the statement, of the situation, but it was the extent of the resistance he was capable of, and Kylo ignored it. Kylo took a minute to pull Poe's clothing the rest of the way off his body, leaving him completely exposed, and then he pulled Poe to his feet.
If sitting up had been hard, then standing was brutal, and Poe felt his cheeks burn as lube dripped from his hastily stretched asshole down his thigh. Fortunately, Kylo shoved him down onto his hands and knees a moment later. Less fortunately, Poe didn't quite manage to get his arms under him, and the pressure as his bloated stomach pressed against the floor was blinding.
Kylo yanked on his hair and, despite the pain, it lifted Poe enough that he was able to place his shaking arms on the ground and push himself up. As long as he managed to stay all the way up on his hands and knees, his belly hovered just above the floor, but any lapse, any bend in his arms, and his stomach would be pressed into the cold hard floor. Worse, Poe was pretty sure he had still not stopped swelling, that drinking heavy liquid feeling intensifying past what he would ever have thought his body capable of handling, and keeping his stomach away from the floor was gradually become less and less of an option. His face now hidden from Kylo Ren by his position, tears filled his eyes once more, his face screwing up as he fought the overwhelming urge to cry.
He was so preoccupied with managing the overfull sensation that he had barely managed to process that he was about to get fucked, and it startled him when Kylo began to nudge his lubed cock against his entrance. One of Kylo's hand remained twined through his hair, yanking him up enough that his hands scrabbled for purchase at the floor, while the other hand gripped his hip, holding him steady as he eased his cock inside.
The feeling of being filled up from another direction, of somehow being made even fuller as he took the entirety of Kylo's cock in one slow, hard push, broke something in Poe. He began to sob openly as Kylo kept him speared on his cock for far too long, forcing him to feel like he might explode at any moment. In any other situation, Poe might have been grateful for the time to adjust to the cock stretching his insides. As it was, the feeling was torturous, and Poe just wanted him to move already.
His voice was too high as he gasped in between sobs, "Please, please, fuck me, please, fuck me fuck me fu--" Poe cut off with a shriek as Kylo pulled out and slammed back in, too hard too fast, setting a rough, punishing rhythm. Kylo let go of Poe's hair so that he could place both hands on Poe's hips and fuck him harder, and Poe collapsed down onto his elbows, screaming as his stomach smashed into the floor.
Now that he had started, it was impossible to stop making noise, sobbing each time Kylo pulled out and shrieking each time he shoved back in. Each movement pushed his belly against the ground, and the pain made him clench wildly around Kylo's cock. Even over his own frantic noises he could hear Kylo groaning each time Poe spasmed around him.
The yelp that Poe made the first time Kylo struck his prostate dead-on though was distinct enough that Kylo chuckled, and began to hit that spot over and over. Though Poe's cock had been extremely uninterested in these proceedings so far, it began to rise to attention with humiliating speed.
"You love this. You love that you don't have to feel empty, any more, that you finally feel full. That I filled you up," Kylo panted against his spine as he pressed light bites into the skin there, reaching around to stroke Poe's cock. "You would take anything I gave you, wouldn't you? You're made to take, to be filled." Poe could not have replied if he'd wanted to. The only reason he was still up on his knees was because of Kylo's hand gripping his hip, Kylo's cock in his ass, and his arms had completely given out. He was well past the point of being able to relieve the pressure on his stomach, or even, really, being able to care.
Kylo's thrusts began to lose tempo, and as he neared completion he pulled out and flipped Poe onto his back, ripping another scream out of his victim's throat. He spread Poe's legs whorishly wide and buried himself back into Poe's tight heat, thrusting hard and desperate even as his hand worked to finish Poe off.
Poe cried through the most painful orgasm of his life, his ass clamping down on Kylo's dick. Kylo's eyes fluttered as he reached his completion, and he pulled out so that he could cum over Poe's stomach.
Kylo stayed kneeling there in between Poe's limp legs, catching his breath, until he could trust his legs enough to stand. He cleaned up and dressed, before turning back and looking over his swollen and cum-covered prisoner, whose well-fucked ass was leaking lube and precum, whose face was red and his eyes bloodshot from crying, and who looked utterly incapable of movement. Unable to help himself, Kylo leaned over to smear his cum into Poe's skin, tearing weak whimpers from Poe when he pressed down too hard. It made his recently-sated cock twitch, and the idea of leaving Poe here, alone, was nearly unbearable.
Duty called, however. Though Poe seem too far gone to ask, Kylo still told him, half a promise to Poe and half to himself, "The drug should already be wearing off. I'll send some troopers in to clean you and put your cuffs back on when you're back to normal so we can play again later."
Re: FILL: Poe/Kylo: NONCON (all of it); inflation, torture, body modification
(Anonymous) 2016-05-14 01:10 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Poe/Kylo: NONCON (all of it); inflation, torture, body modification
(Anonymous) 2016-05-14 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Poe/Kylo: NONCON (all of it); inflation, torture, body modification
(Anonymous) 2016-05-15 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)