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PROMPT POST #3 - CLOSED
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FILL: Kylo/Hux/Poe- Non-Con
(Anonymous) 2016-05-13 06:45 am (UTC)(link)By the time Kylo Ren made his way back to his quarters, he was in a truly foul mood. The day had been long and hard, and even the sight of a naked Poe, curled up and asleep on his bed, did little to better his mood. Poe woke when he entered but barely responded, staring straight ahead at the wall instead.
"Get up and start prepping yourself," Kylo commanded. His disappointing day had made him angrier than usual, and even the careless command carried enough strength to allow no room for resistance. Immediately Poe stumbled to his feet and reached for the nearest source of lube.
Kylo didn't stay to watch, instead heading into the other room to undress and check on Hux's location. By the time he returned, Poe had three fingers buried in his own ass.
"Stop." Poe froze, and Kylo spent a moment looking at him as he rolled his shoulders and neck, trying to drain the tension from his own body so that he could enjoy the gift that Hux had dragged in for him just less than a week before. In the time since his arrival Poe had been well-used but well-treated; partially, this was because Poe himself had been conservative in his resistance, limiting himself to snide remarks and occasional attempts at noncompliance instead of ill-advised escape attempts or overzealous acts of violence, and partially because Kylo saw little point in damaging him needlessly. Poe remained clean and largely uninjured, something which Kylo imagined would no longer be true by morning.
"Remove your fingers." Kylo stepped close to Poe, instead burying three of his own longer fingers inside of the other man's well-lubed channel. Poe had been intentionally avoiding his own prostate, which Kylo now sought out with practiced fingers. Poe's breath hitched in a familiar, satisfying way when he got the angle right.
Kylo pulled his fingers out briefly so that he could get lube for his other hand, and when he returned to stroking Poe's prostate he used his other hand to stroke Poe's slowly rising cock. Poe's eyes fluttered closed, and his legs began to tremble. He leaned against Kylo, placing one arm over the taller man's shoulder for balance, and burying his face against Kylo's neck, as Kylo continued his ministrations. As Poe panted wetly against Kylo's skin, he began to murmur soft little "please"s. Kylo's dick grew harder with each one.
Kylo had learned how to bring Poe off years before, and it took very little time before Poe was spilling into Kylo's hand with a poorly suppressed cry. Kylo wrapped an arm around Poe's waist when his legs finally gave out, keeping him from hitting the ground.
Poe was still trying to catch his breath when Kylo wrapped his hand through dark curls and asked, "Are you ready to begin?"
By the time Hux entered the room, Poe had been spread out on his stomach across a table, his legs uncomfortably far apart, and Kylo was mercilessly shoving large beads into his hole. The large, spartan space echoed every one of Poe's groans.
Walking up behind Kylo, Hux pressed his lips to the back of his pale white shoulder, an expression of sympathy for a difficult day. Abruptly, Kylo turned and captured Hux's mouth with his own, kissing him deeply and roughly. One of his hands came up to caress Hux's cheek, while the other shoved two more beads into Poe. Apparently unable to handle the intensity of the stretch, Poe screamed.
Hux continued kissing Kylo feverishly, even while grabbing his waist and pulling him far enough around the table that he could shove still-gloved fingers into Poe's mouth, far enough back to make him gag. With that, the room fell quiet aside from the sound of Hux and Kylo's kissing, and the occasional small choking noise when Hux shoved his fingers farther into Poe's throat.
For the first two days of Poe's captivity, when he had reached the end of his rope, hovering on the edge of fucked-out unconsciousness, he would make pathetic, desperate pleas to his friends, at least two of which Hux was (unfortunately) familiar with. They were clear acts of delirium, but then, on the third day, Poe had begun to cry out to Ben.
The name had caused Kylo's eyes to go dark, but Hux had been surprised with the force of his own jealousy. He had never considered himself a jealous person, but by the time Kylo had stopped him from taking the full force of his anger out on Poe and permanently damaging their captive, Hux had realized that he would much prefer Poe to be seen and felt, and never heard. If Kylo had been less interested in the noises that Poe made, Hux would have left a gag in Poe's mouth whenever he wasn't using it. As it was, he didn't want to argue with Kylo over what had been intended as a present, and so instead he shoved his hand or his cock into the whore's mouth whenever he had the chance.
"Why don't you try using something else to keep him quiet?" Kylo whispered against Hux's skin, and for a moment Hux worried that Kylo was prying into his mind. But then Kylo smiled and pressed a kiss against Hux's jaw, and he relaxed.
Hux undressed and gripped Poe's hair where it hung over the other side of the table. As Hux shoved the warm mouth down onto his cock, Poe glared resentfully up at him, but as soon as his hair was released he set to work. Hux assumed that Poe hoped getting him off quickly would end his torment sooner, despite the fact that this had never yet worked for him.
Poe was in the middle of dragging his tongue along the length of Hux's half-hard erection when Kylo apparently decided to shove what was left of the beads into him, and he moaned roughly around Hux's dick. Hux let his head fall back at the feeling, and didn't realize that Kylo had been trying to get his attention for several moments.
"I have more I'd like to do to the slut if you're done," he said when Hux finally met his eyes, his voice harsh enough that it would have made other men flinch, and Hux nodded his assent, stepping back from the table.
Poe was already a mess, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and the fleshy areas of his thighs and asscheeks, marked with red handprints from the occasional errant slap, were quivering.
His position left him spread enough that Hux could see his asshole as it flexed around the last bead that had been shoved inside, trying to expel the intrusion. Kylo ordered, "Don't let those beads fall out," and it wasn't until he had already been yanked off of the table and to his feet that Poe realized it had not been a Force-laden command. He clenched wildly around the beads inside of him as they threatened to spill out, shouting out and falling to the ground as the movement ruined his already unsteady balance.
Both Hux and Kylo watched him impassively as he fell, and as, in spite of his efforts, two of the beads popped free before he managed to stop them. Poe flushed dark red in a combination of humiliation and dread as he lay, stuffed and shaking, on the ground.
His stomach fell when Kylo said to Hux, "You should punish him. I'm going to go get a surprise."
Re: FILL: Kylo/Hux/Poe- Non-Con
(Anonymous) 2016-05-13 10:54 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Kylo/Hux/Poe- Non-Con
(Anonymous) 2016-05-13 03:04 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Kylo/Hux/Poe- Non-Con
(Anonymous) 2016-05-13 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Kylo/Hux/Poe- Non-Con
(Anonymous) 2016-05-13 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)FILL: Kylo/Hux/Poe- Non-Con
(Anonymous) 2016-05-15 09:03 am (UTC)(link)Also I recently remade my A03, and so I'm posting this over there as well. I hope you enjoy!
http://archiveofourown.org/works/6856699/chapters/15650797
During the course of his captivity Poe had learned that he was only ever restrained when Kylo wasn't around, which wasn't often. Poe had yet to discover any viable way out of the room; when Kylo had left him alone and unrestrained after that first night he had figured there were no ways out without some sort of outside assistance, but that hadn't stopped him from searching. Since Kylo and Hux apparently had no fear of him escaping, Poe reasoned that Hux either really liked tying him up, or that he was nervous that, once outside of the reach of Kylo's influence, Poe might take the opportunity to attack him, regardless of whether or not he would be able to escape afterward. Poe wasn't completely sure it wouldn't be worth the punishment he'd undoubtedly receive after.
Nevertheless, Hux was seriously overestimating Poe if he believed the pilot could even walk competently while he was stuffed full of so many anal beads. He would have to yank them all out in order to move with any dexterity, and doing that before Hux noticed would probably leave him unable to walk anyway. So he was surprised when Hux returned with a flogger, a spreader bar, and a loop of rope.
"Get up," Hux said without looking at him, unwinding the rope. Bracing himself to hold onto the beads this time, Poe yanked himself to his feet using the table. He wondered if they expected him to push the beads he had lost back in himself. "Hands."
Obediently, Poe held his hands out, wrists together, for Hux to twine the rope around. As he worked on the knots, Poe couldn't help himself from taunting, "You worried I'm going to hit you?"
Hux didn't rise to it, instead replying calmly, "I'm worried that a painslut like you won't be able to keep his hands where they're meant to be." Poe couldn't help the warmth that rose to his cheeks. It wasn't that he was shy; he never had been in the past, and even if he was the last several days would have broken him of that. The comment wasn't even true; pain had never been much of a turn-on for Poe. It was Hux's tone, the detached, even uninterested way he addressed Poe, that made him feel like so much less. To Hux he wasn't a person, or even a pet; he was a sex toy.
"And I didn't give you permission to speak, which means that you get ten more hits. But don't worry," Hux said. The corner of his mouth turned up as he pulled a black ball gag that Poe had missed out from underneath the other toys. "I have something that will help you with that."
Poe growled but did as told when Hux said, "Open. Your mouth and your legs." It wasn't worth provoking the man in front of him; if he couldn't walk then he would definitely never make it out.
The difficulty of spreading his legs and clenching down distracted him from the pain of having his mouth stretched too wide, and the strap of the gag being buckled too tight. Once the spreader bar had been attached, Hux half-dragged him the couple of steps it took to get to a chain that had been hung from the ceiling. Another bead popped out of his ass as he struggled to move with the spreader holding his legs wide.
There were a couple of different fixtures in the room that Poe had experienced. This one had a heavy metal ring hanging from the chain that Hux tied the extra rope on his hands to, and could easily be moved up and down. By the time Hux was finished adjusting it, Poe was hanging with his hands over his head, and only his toes planted on the ground.
Hux circled Poe's twitching hole with one finger, and then began to shove the beads back inside of him. Being stretched was one thing, but feeling such a wide stretch as Hux slowly worked the widest part of each bead into him, and then feeling his hole attempt to clamp shut around the thin string binding the beads together, all of them jostling around inside his ass as they were shoved in further, was something else entirely. His groans came out distorted around the gag.
"I think five hits for each act of disobedience will be sufficient. With the ten that you earned for speaking, that makes twenty-five. You will count out loud."
Trying to speak around the gag was humiliating, but, as the first stroke landed in the area where ass and thigh met, stealing the breath from his lungs, Poe choked out a garbled, "One."
If there was one thing about Poe that Hux very much enjoyed, it was the way his skin turned red. He loved the way that Poe's cheeks warmed when he felt shame, the way that his nipples grew irritated when pinched, the way his cock responded to wearing a cock ring for too long, the way his face and neck turned scarlet as he struggled to breathe through being fucked hard and fast. Watching his ass and back and thighs turn red beneath the flogger while he struggled to keep count through the pain was immensely satisfying for Hux.
Poe had just mumbled a breathless and mangled, "Eighteen" when Hux saw one of the beads come free from his ass. For a moment Hux assumed that Poe had lost the bead himself again, and was planning to add another five to his punishment, before he noticed that Kylo had returned, and was pulling the beads from Poe while standing across the room. Kylo didn't seem to want Hux to stop, so he returned to delivering Poe's punishment.
Hux decided to let it go when Poe stopped counting as the anal beads were drawn out of him rapidly, instead increasing the speed of his blows to match. The pace didn't allow for much diversity, and he landed strike after strike across the meat of Poe's ass, turning the skin there a deep red that bordered purple.
The beads were on the floor before he hit twenty-five, and by the time he finished Poe was breathing heavily enough that Hux could watch the muscles in his back work. Kylo walked over to stand in front of Poe, clutching a black box in his left hand, and he unhooked the gag with deft fingers. The gag came free wet with saliva, and Hux moved to stand next to Kylo so that he could see the drool on Poe's chin.
"How do you feel?" Kylo asked, and it was hard to determine if he was checking on Poe's well-being or curious about what Poe's ordeal would feel like. It didn't seem to matter to Poe, who took a couple of seconds to breathe before spitting, "Fuck you."
Hux rolled his eyes, and Kylo smiled. "Seeing as you're in such high spirits, I think we'll press on."
Re: FILL: Kylo/Hux/Poe- Non-Con
(Anonymous) 2016-05-16 02:02 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Kylo/Hux/Poe- Non-Con
(Anonymous) 2016-05-16 03:41 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Kylo/Hux/Poe- Non-Con
(Anonymous) 2016-05-23 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)