After Ren's initial protests, he submits; stoic, resigned, his mouth hardened in a grimace as Snoke continues to plow gracelessly into him, making his knees scrape along the floor with every lunging thrust. Ren gasps and chokes, whimpers with pain, allows tears to flow freely down his face. Hux keeps stroking and soothing him, feels Ren shudder when Snoke comes, hears his sob of relief when he's finally allowed to collapse to the floor.
“You're not finished yet.” Snoke is standing over him, adjusting his robes, looking almost circumspect, as if he hasn't just fucked Ren into a heavy-breathing stupor. Ren's upturned face is still begging Hux for something; his mouth open and drooling as he wheezes for breath and maybe there's a word or two in amongst all those sorry noises he's making but if there is Hux can't decipher it. “You haven't proved your worth to me. What do you think, General? Has he been useful?” Hux's guilt is equaled in intensity only by the force of his recent orgasm. One hand still grasping Ren's lowered head by the hair, he addresses Snoke, making every effort to keep a remorseful quaver from his voice.
“Not yet. He hasn't demonstrated his endurance. What good are brief displays like this? I want to know if he has stamina, if he's as disciplined as a true Knight of Ren should be.”
“Use your mouth again. Make your General's cock hard for you, little slut.” Snoke lifts one heavy hand and slaps Ren's ass, eliciting another cowed whimper from him. It doesn't take Hux long to get hard once more with a miserable and teary-eyed Ren working him over, Snoke encouraging him with an occasional open-handed slap to the rump or cut of the whip under his belly. Then Hux is on the floor with Ren crouching over his cock, his thighs filthy with blood and come, and then Hux is fucking into that mess, sliding easily into the hole that Snoke prepared for him. Only now does Ren finally speak, and at first Hux doesn't hear him over Snoke's harsh cawing laughter. Snoke's still plying the whip, cutting Ren across his back and shoulders as he rides Hux's cock, his thighs tensed and trembling and his arms thrust rigidly behind his back as if something's holding them there.
“Please,” Ren's muttering; biting his bruised lips, Hux's come still drying at the corners of his mouth. “Please don't make me do this. I can't, please, I'm not, I'm not strong enough...”
“You are.” Hux is reaching up now, actually caressing Ren's face, feeling the hot slickness of Ren's tears on his skin. “You're strong enough for me, Ren. Keep fucking yourself on my cock, there's my perfect little whore.” Hux kisses Ren, hard, with tongue and teeth, and Ren kisses him back, his cries of pain muffled in Hux's mouth as Snoke touches him up with the whip; striking the tenderest parts of his body, the stiff lash laid into his sides and belly, the undersides of his straining thighs.
“I can't,” Ren repeats, and the rising and falling of his body against Hux's is mechanical; he's gone stiff as a corpse, and Hux realizes that Snoke is using the Force to manipulate him, dragging him up and down as if he were a doll. Once again there's some part of Hux that dimly recognizes that this is wrong, that not even Kylo Ren deserves to be treated like this, but it's drowned out by the more immediate sensations of his tongue in Ren's mouth and his hands on Ren's hips and his cock sliding in and out of Ren's trapped body.
“Look at you,” Snoke's saying. “Naked, debased, restrained and fucked. Held against your will by the very Force you seek to control. Do you see what you've become now? Perhaps you were always meant to be a pathetic slut.” Ren doesn't reply, doesn't defend himself. His head hangs in shame, falls to one side as Snoke continues to lift him up and set him down, and there's a perverse grace to it, a gentleness to the rhythm of his movements. Ren is still sobbing, loudly and automatically, still somehow beautiful with his eyes screwed shut and his face blotched red and tears and snot dripping from his chin. Hux coos to him, speaks softly, wipes at Ren's eyes with the sleeves of his coat which he's rather amused to realize he's still wearing.
Then Snoke is behind him again, and before Hux realizes what's happening and well before he can speak a word in protest Snoke's eased his cock into Ren alongside Hux's, and with the both of them fucking him Ren goes suddenly and awfully silent, like he's in too much pain to keep crying. He rests his head on Hux's shoulder, and Hux hears nothing but his short uneven breaths, each one wrenched from him by Snoke's brutal thrusts. As before, Hux speaks reassuringly to him, doesn't pay any attention to what he's saying but just keeps moving his lips, talking in those same low murmuring tones, doing the best he can to retain whatever control he has left over the situation. Snoke's fucking both of them, his cock rubbing against Hux's, both of them forced so deep and tight into Ren that Hux can barely move. Hux comes with Ren's head still resting on his shoulder and Snoke's cock still moving alongside his; he allows himself a small sigh of relief, but Snoke isn't finished yet.
He withdraws from Ren, still hard. Ren's dropped to the floor by now, is rigid on all fours, as if waiting for something. The handle of the whip has somehow found its way into Hux's hands, and Snoke once more demonstrates his power; he uses Hux's bones and tendons and muscles to bring the heavy lash down on Ren's unprotected back, not once but again and again, until the skin splits and blood wells and drips thickly from his quivering sides. Ren's weeping starts again, gasping and rhythmic and slow, and Hux is made to keep beating him as Snoke rams his cock down Ren's throat.
All Hux can think now is that he wants this to end, that he shouldn't have to see Ren like this. Ren quiets abruptly and Hux realizes that Snoke has just come in his mouth, which is-- Hux is hardly squeamish, but there's something truly disquieting about the texture and volume of the viscous gray fluid that pours from between Ren's stretched lips as Snoke holds his head in place and rides out his climax. And then there's Kylo Ren, beaten bloody and fucked raw and coughing up his Supreme Leader's disgustingly silty jizz and still somehow holding himself upright.
Re: Hux/Kylo - Snoke/Kylo - Slavery- FILL part 4
After Ren's initial protests, he submits; stoic, resigned, his mouth hardened in a grimace as Snoke continues to plow gracelessly into him, making his knees scrape along the floor with every lunging thrust. Ren gasps and chokes, whimpers with pain, allows tears to flow freely down his face. Hux keeps stroking and soothing him, feels Ren shudder when Snoke comes, hears his sob of relief when he's finally allowed to collapse to the floor.
“You're not finished yet.” Snoke is standing over him, adjusting his robes, looking almost circumspect, as if he hasn't just fucked Ren into a heavy-breathing stupor. Ren's upturned face is still begging Hux for something; his mouth open and drooling as he wheezes for breath and maybe there's a word or two in amongst all those sorry noises he's making but if there is Hux can't decipher it. “You haven't proved your worth to me. What do you think, General? Has he been useful?” Hux's guilt is equaled in intensity only by the force of his recent orgasm. One hand still grasping Ren's lowered head by the hair, he addresses Snoke, making every effort to keep a remorseful quaver from his voice.
“Not yet. He hasn't demonstrated his endurance. What good are brief displays like this? I want to know if he has stamina, if he's as disciplined as a true Knight of Ren should be.”
“Use your mouth again. Make your General's cock hard for you, little slut.” Snoke lifts one heavy hand and slaps Ren's ass, eliciting another cowed whimper from him. It doesn't take Hux long to get hard once more with a miserable and teary-eyed Ren working him over, Snoke encouraging him with an occasional open-handed slap to the rump or cut of the whip under his belly. Then Hux is on the floor with Ren crouching over his cock, his thighs filthy with blood and come, and then Hux is fucking into that mess, sliding easily into the hole that Snoke prepared for him. Only now does Ren finally speak, and at first Hux doesn't hear him over Snoke's harsh cawing laughter. Snoke's still plying the whip, cutting Ren across his back and shoulders as he rides Hux's cock, his thighs tensed and trembling and his arms thrust rigidly behind his back as if something's holding them there.
“Please,” Ren's muttering; biting his bruised lips, Hux's come still drying at the corners of his mouth. “Please don't make me do this. I can't, please, I'm not, I'm not strong enough...”
“You are.” Hux is reaching up now, actually caressing Ren's face, feeling the hot slickness of Ren's tears on his skin. “You're strong enough for me, Ren. Keep fucking yourself on my cock, there's my perfect little whore.” Hux kisses Ren, hard, with tongue and teeth, and Ren kisses him back, his cries of pain muffled in Hux's mouth as Snoke touches him up with the whip; striking the tenderest parts of his body, the stiff lash laid into his sides and belly, the undersides of his straining thighs.
“I can't,” Ren repeats, and the rising and falling of his body against Hux's is mechanical; he's gone stiff as a corpse, and Hux realizes that Snoke is using the Force to manipulate him, dragging him up and down as if he were a doll. Once again there's some part of Hux that dimly recognizes that this is wrong, that not even Kylo Ren deserves to be treated like this, but it's drowned out by the more immediate sensations of his tongue in Ren's mouth and his hands on Ren's hips and his cock sliding in and out of Ren's trapped body.
“Look at you,” Snoke's saying. “Naked, debased, restrained and fucked. Held against your will by the very Force you seek to control. Do you see what you've become now? Perhaps you were always meant to be a pathetic slut.” Ren doesn't reply, doesn't defend himself. His head hangs in shame, falls to one side as Snoke continues to lift him up and set him down, and there's a perverse grace to it, a gentleness to the rhythm of his movements. Ren is still sobbing, loudly and automatically, still somehow beautiful with his eyes screwed shut and his face blotched red and tears and snot dripping from his chin. Hux coos to him, speaks softly, wipes at Ren's eyes with the sleeves of his coat which he's rather amused to realize he's still wearing.
Then Snoke is behind him again, and before Hux realizes what's happening and well before he can speak a word in protest Snoke's eased his cock into Ren alongside Hux's, and with the both of them fucking him Ren goes suddenly and awfully silent, like he's in too much pain to keep crying. He rests his head on Hux's shoulder, and Hux hears nothing but his short uneven breaths, each one wrenched from him by Snoke's brutal thrusts. As before, Hux speaks reassuringly to him, doesn't pay any attention to what he's saying but just keeps moving his lips, talking in those same low murmuring tones, doing the best he can to retain whatever control he has left over the situation. Snoke's fucking both of them, his cock rubbing against Hux's, both of them forced so deep and tight into Ren that Hux can barely move. Hux comes with Ren's head still resting on his shoulder and Snoke's cock still moving alongside his; he allows himself a small sigh of relief, but Snoke isn't finished yet.
He withdraws from Ren, still hard. Ren's dropped to the floor by now, is rigid on all fours, as if waiting for something. The handle of the whip has somehow found its way into Hux's hands, and Snoke once more demonstrates his power; he uses Hux's bones and tendons and muscles to bring the heavy lash down on Ren's unprotected back, not once but again and again, until the skin splits and blood wells and drips thickly from his quivering sides. Ren's weeping starts again, gasping and rhythmic and slow, and Hux is made to keep beating him as Snoke rams his cock down Ren's throat.
All Hux can think now is that he wants this to end, that he shouldn't have to see Ren like this. Ren quiets abruptly and Hux realizes that Snoke has just come in his mouth, which is-- Hux is hardly squeamish, but there's something truly disquieting about the texture and volume of the viscous gray fluid that pours from between Ren's stretched lips as Snoke holds his head in place and rides out his climax. And then there's Kylo Ren, beaten bloody and fucked raw and coughing up his Supreme Leader's disgustingly silty jizz and still somehow holding himself upright.