Re: [NC-17, NON-CON] Boy's Dormitory 3 (Regulus, Cormac, Antonin, Gellert)

[Gellert Grindelwald Inact]

As Gellert's mind slowed, he felt a body on top of him - Regulus - what, was he willing now? Their lips crushed together - with the slowing beat of his own heart, he could feel the building hammering in Regulus' chest, what was this, fear again? Their bodies pressed close together, he pulled his mouth away from the other's to look in his eyes - which, glowing bright silver, reflected his own blue ones, which he saw were full of power, of command - what was there - he looked closer, as if seeing himself for the first time - a flicker of, pity, was it? No, he should have pitied, but that wasn't quite within his capabilities - disgust, maybe, but disgust had never lead to such a perfect orgasm - it was something else, and Gellert couldn't place it. His voice was cold and distant when he spoke again, a threat, a tease, lingering in his tone. "I'm afraid it isn't quite fair that I should be honored with so much pleasure and that you," he glanced at Regulus' boxers, "should still have your pants on." That - it would taunt him more than anything else to be forced to succumb to such pleasures, and he would enjoy it, yes, Gellert could see a lump in those boxers, and his hand inched towards it, fingers delicately cupping it from the outside, "take them off," he said, slowly, commandingly.

[Guest]

Regulus bit down hard on his own tongue to keep himself from crying out as Gellert issued his command, touching him lightly through the fabric. Please- no- no, no, no, was I not enough, was I not good enough, that you need to take more? Please, no... He looked into Gellert's eyes, his own silver ones reflecting his fear, pleading with him for freedom, to make him stop, to let this be enough, but he knew that it was useless- Gellert would not be satisfied by this alone. He brought his lips to Gellert's again, closing his eyes and wishing with all his heart that this was all a dream, some horrible nightmare, that he'd wake up, and it would all be over, running his tongue along the roof of Gellert's mouth before pulling away, staring up at him with that pathetic expression on his face again, begging him to stop, to leave him be. "Gellert, please," he whispered in the tiniest voice, but one look from Gellert silenced him. His hands trembled as he slowly removed the remainder of his clothing, stepping forward and standing before Gellert, looking as helpless as he felt.

[Gellert Grindelwald Inact]

The pleading - it had come - pleading for what, though? Gellert let out a soft, mirthless laugh, "Please what? Please leave - please go find Viktor?" he asked, watching, his eyes undressing Regulus along with his hands as his pale body was exposed, for some reason, it looked even paler than usual - perhaps, though, it was just fear and apprehension that had drained the color. His stomach was bony, but not as much so as it had been before, he had clearly eaten huge amounts since Gellert had last seen him in such little clothing, and he practically licked his lips, feeling his cock grow hard for the second time. He took a step forward, sticking one delicate finger out, placing it on Regulus' lips - it lingered there for a moment before trailing down his chin, nail sliding lightly along his neck, making the hairs there stand up on end, sliding down his chest until it finally reached his hips, touched his cock. His hand closed around it, and, after a moment of stroking it lightly, Gellert was satisfied with Regulus' hard-on. He smirked, eyes greedy, stance lustful, "Enjoying ourselves, are we?"

[Guest]

Regulus repined quietly, his whole body shuddering as Gellert's finger journeyed down his body, his whimper turning into a soft cry as he wrapped his hand around his cock. His mind was screaming and fighting, horrified and appalled by the scene, but his body refused to listen, and he found himself as hopelessly aroused as he had ever been around Gellert as the man smirked at him, a victorious glint in his eyes. He hung his head, impossibly ashamed of himself, wondering if Viktor, if he was okay, and he had to be okay, would ever forgive him for this. But then, what choice did he have? If he struggled, Gellert would hurt Viktor, and yet, if Regulus obeyed, he'd be betraying his love of his own accord- the worst sin in the world to him, as he'd told Gellert that night. But his decision had already been made for him, as Gellert continued to stroke him, and he kissed him again, his manner deferential and obsequious as he allowed himself to succumb.

[Gellert Grindelwald Inact]

Gellert felt Regulus' doubt in his position - he almost hoped that he would fight back, a battle of the sexes, that would be fun too - no, he had chosen a coward for this, and he was going to follow through, Gellert had known all along that he could make Regulus do whatever he wanted; he nearly laughed at the other's foolishness - did he really think that he was in love with Krum? And did he really think that this would save him? Regulus' body grew limper against his, it seemed to give in - Gellert squeezed Regulus' erection, listened as a small gasp escaped from Regulus' lips. His own lips brushed against Regulus' temple, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin, tongue stud flicking against it. "I expect," he said, his voice coming out in a harsh whisper, "that you will speak when spoken to, Regulus." He brings his hands to Regulus' back, where they slide down, lingering on his pale arse.

[Guest]

Regulus whimpered as the hands slid down to his arse, the flick of the metal stud against his skin was maddeningly arousing, regardless of his anger and fear. That low, harsh, compelling voice, almost imperious in it's dominance- it echoed in his mind, sent a shiver through his body, oh, how he loved to be conquered, dominated, punished for his mistakes- but no, no, no, no- this was all wrong- he didn't want this, he couldn't want this, all he wanted was Viktor, Viktor to be safe, but those delicate hands on his pale arse, reminding his body of what they could do, what Gellert was able to do to him- "NO!" he cried out, shoving Gellert back, then clamped a hand over his own mouth, shocked at his own action- a mistake, he feared. He took a step back, his voice and body quavering alike. "No, please, Gellert- please just let me go- hasn't it been enough? Haven't you already gotten your enjoyment out of this? Please, just let me go- to him- I do not want this," he begged, his voice so low it was barely audible, and he trembled where he stood, naked and foolish and vulnerable.

[Gellert Grindelwald Inact]

Gellert looked at Regulus coldly as the other man pushed him back - he spared him a small glare, a look not of contempt, but of almost simpering sympathy - but no hint of apology, nor intention of ending, escaped his lips, or showed on his face. When he spoke, his voice was measured, cold. "I don't believe you," he told him, reaching a hand out, running his fingers through the messy dark hair, "if you truly didn't want this, you would have done something - that no, those pushes, are they not just to prove to yourself that your inevitable arousal," he inclined his head slightly towards the other man's erection, "had nothing to do with me, with this?" His eyes met Regulus', and they lingered there for a moment, gaze piercing. "You want this, but you believe that you are not allowed to want it. And as for rules and allowances, be a big boy, Regulus, I'm planning on fucking you, and I'd rather not do it with a child." He moved his body back towards Regulus, now, his stomach was pressed against the other's side, his leg wrapped around Regulus' leg, his hard on pressed up against those pale thighs, his hands resuming the stroking of his tight arse, cheek pressed up against the back of his shoulder.

[Guest]

Regulus drew a sharp breath as Gellert wrapped his leg around his, entwining their bodies once more, his erection hard against his thigh, his hands roaming where they ought not to roam. Was he right? Was he wrong? Did he want this, in the end, after all? "No," he uttered quietly, wishing with all his might that the man against him would suddenly disappear, that he would stop, that none of this was real- but that was a foolish hope, and he knew Gellert was all too real, and that this was no where near over, no matter how much he might beg or plead or struggle. "I don't want you. You want me to want you, but I don't- all I want is him, now let me go!" he growled, trying to pull away from the other man, knowing it was all in vain- Gellert would have what he wanted- it appeared he always had, and he always would; Regulus, just like all the others, would never truly be able to resist him, and both men knew it, it was only a matter of time, and a determination of how much force would be used.

[I say we go ahead and start with the NIN lyrics- lets use all of "Sin" tonight? It would be Gellert to say the first two lines, I think, and then Regulus the next to, so on and so forth.]

[Guest]

[ARE THERE ANY OF HOPES OF ME BEING RAPED FINALLY? FINISHED? PLEASE?!]

[Gellert Grindelwald Inact]

Gellert heard Regulus' words, and had he been anyone else, he probably would have dwelled on them, but tonight, they seemed to float right out of his head, too unimportant to waste any of the precious space. He could shut himself off, make that feeling that was supposed to be on the inside feel instead on the outside - that hurt could become physical pain - physical pain - he saw Regulus writhing around on the bed in his mind's eye, and brought his body behind the other man's, sliding it along his hipbone with one swift movement, hard-on rubbing against the hole of his pale arse, "You give me the reason," he whispered, his breath hot on Regulus' neck, he brought his hands forward where they grasped and then tugged on one of the hairs on his stomach, "You give me control."

[Guest]

Regulus cried out, some inaudible, fear ridden feral noise escaping his lips as he fought against Gellert, trying to pry his hands away from his body, but to no avail. He shuddered and trembled, the hard cock rubbing against his entrance combined with the tiniest semblance of pain from Gellert's tugging was arousing him as he'd never been before, the feel of his hot breath drawing a gasp from the younger man. His eyes widened as he bit down on his own lip, suppressing a moan, he couldn't let him hear, couldn't let him see, that in the end, regardless of thoughts and wants and needs, his body craved Gellert's, there was no escaping him, or that bittersweet truth. "I gave you my purity," he whispered, his mind flickering back to those nights, not so long ago, when Gellert had first pressed his lips to Reg's, no, before that, when Gellert's arms had wrapped themselves around him, that night on the pitch- Gellert, lounging out on his bed, shirtless, his movements and words so wanton, Regulus staring, enraptured- then to the alley, crushed between the man and the wall, blood trickling down his cheek, his cock plunging into him, his screams lost on the wind in the night- "My purity, you stole," he hissed, fighting his grasp once more, striving- in vain, of course- to break free, to escape what they both knew he could not escape- himself, his own decisions, and his own cravings- and Gellert's determination to encourage and satisfy them, regardless of morality or the words of a conscience.

[Gellert Grindelwald Inact]

Gellert's lips met the pale, sweaty skin of Regulus' back - his tongue sliding over the graceful, defined shoulder blades, mouth grazing over his slender neck, then stopping, nipping, sucking at the sensitive flesh on his upper back. He ground his hips into Regulus', bone hitting bone hitting skin, a rather strange chain of erotocies, a quickened pulse - hips were so underrated, forgotten, what with their closeness to arse and cock. Cock, then, was throbbing, hard as it had ever been: Regulus vulnerable, Regulus scared, Regulus in his control was incredibly arousing, "your strain," he whispered, voice low and sultry, "it gets under my skin." His hands found the other man's thighs where he steadied himself as he guided his shaft into Regulus' entrance, and, with a push, he forced his way inside, lubricated only by his own pre-cum he let out an involuntary gasp at the man's tightness, "Within."

[Guest]

Regulus' scream pierced the air, and if that silencing charm that we're pretending was placed on the room wasn't there, the whole bloody common room would have heard, dammit.

Regulus' scream pierced the air, his knees giving out from under him as he fell forward, into the wall, Gellert's shaft forcing its way through and sending wracking pains throughout his body. A strangled sob escaped his lips as he grasped at the wall, the shelves, the bedpost, anything to keep him from falling to the ground and collapsing upon himself, anything to latch onto as he tried to break free of the tightening grasp on his body, Gellert's long, delicate fingers not unlike a grindylow's in their unbreakable grip upon his body. Regulus choked on his own tears, the reality of this duress sinking in as the other man thrust into him again- he was completely and utterly powerless, as he had always been, and now he was absolutely and totally corrupt, tainted, besmirched, defiled- he was lost to Viktor forever, he would never want him, not now, not after this. "Carry out my sentence, while I get what I deserve!" he shrieked, tears streaming down his face, and blood trickling down his legs.

[Gellert Grindelwald Inact]

I'VE ONLY GOT FOUR MINUTES TO SAVE THE WORLD....

So Gellert was like OMG SO HOT DAYUM and he was all turned on and everything as most people would be fucking Trent Reznor and so he was like BAM BAM BAM and his hips slamming and all this poetic shit and he is not feeling bad about this at all, no siree, he is feeling great because, as formerly mentioned, he is fucking Trent Reznor so he's like 'YOU'RE JUST AN EFFIGY TO BE DISGRACED' and then of course he disgraces him by digging his nails into his...er...pale flesh...hips...yeah, um, RAPE RAPE RAPE.

[Viktor Krum - Inactive]

I'VE ONLY GOT FOUR MINUTES TO SAVE THE WORLD....

So Gellert was like OMG SO HOT DAYUM and he was all turned on and everything as most people would be fucking Trent Reznor and so he was like BAM BAM BAM and his hips slamming and all this poetic shit and he is not feeling bad about this at all, no siree, he is feeling great because, as formerly mentioned, he is fucking Trent Reznor so he's like 'YOU'RE JUST AN EFFIGY TO BE DISGRACED' and then of course he disgraces him by digging his nails into his...er...pale flesh...hips...yeah, um, RAPE RAPE RAPE.

Then Viktor walked in with one of Tolga's guns and shot Gellert dead.

[Gellert Grindelwald Inact]

As Regulus screamed, Gellert reveled in the moment each of his cells seemed to have the same response as Regulus' voice - except that his body made up for the noise in movement - a slow shuddering of fingers quenched by nails digging into skin, a trembling of lips, ceased by contact with neck, a throbbing cock which was offered no rescue, no escape - destination in sight, seeming ever farther, paths had to be followed, and the only way there was through thrust after thrust, the only hope was to destroy in order to rebuild, to blast apart what - a soul? Some innocence? Those physical insides? "You're just an effigy to be disgraced!" Gellert growled, gasping as he forced himself in ever further, droplets of silvery blood staining his fingertips.

[Guest]

Regulus crumpled beneath Gellert, his every thrust a waking reminder that he was but a broken man, forever polluted and unworthy of Viktor and his love. A moan issued from his mouth, unbidden but lustful all the same, an overwhelming sensation of self loathing washing over him as the pain of the man's actions teetered on the edge of ecstasy. Try as he might deny it, while his heart cried out for salvation, freedom from this bond, his body writhed and convulsed, aching for more. He cast one arm out in front of him to steady himself against the wall, his other hand wrapping itself around his own throbbing cock in a desperate attempt to achieve release as the man pounded into him relentlessly, tearing away from Regulus his last illusions of purity and pushing him forth into the realm of agonizing bliss.

[Cormac McLaggen]

[ Cormac walks in. "Hey guys I'm home." he looks up. "Hey looks like a party,"]

[Guest]

[HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I LOVE YOU <3]

[Cormac McLaggen]

[ FINISHED GETTING RAPED ALREADY.]

[Guest]

[NOT MY FAULT. WAITING FOR RACHEL. SEE ^ LOOK UP NOT MY POST. GODDAMMIT RACHEL IMA BEAT YOU DOWN.]

[Viktor Krum - Inactive]

[OMG. STILL. NOT. DONE. -dead-]

[Claire McCann]

[OMG, THE RED COLOR. SO FOREIGN]

[Guest]

[If Rachel doesn't finish this with me by the end of the night, I'm posting tomorrow and finishing it myself.]

[Guest]

[I just found my phone. I had a text from Rachel saying that her internet was dead, and she felt really bad. She said to finish writing the scene without her, so I'll do that right now.]

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