A Religious Madman (Churchw/Fisticuffs)

[Church]

Simon didn't even know if his body could take much more and Lucas simply kept going at a brutally slow pace that was almost painful. He moaned as the fingers entered him again, filling the room with his sounds of pleasure. "Please, Lucas" he groaned, shuddering a little, looking tortured. "Holy mother..." He groaned loudly, his hips jerking when Lucas hit whatever was inside of him. "Lucas! Please! I need more!" He whined, starting to struggle against him now. His body was jerking and his poor mind was reaching its limit.

"What do you want me to say? Please! It fucking hurts!" He cried out, needing some sort of release. It was killing him, to be so close and so aroused and Lucas was just playing with him. Bringing him so close and just letting him sit there, torturing him. He didnt care what Lucas was wanting or planning to do to him some other time, he just wanted it to feel better now. "Lucas, make it better," he begged the demon, his body writhing with the stimulation he had already gotten.

 

[Fisticuffs]

"Yes.. that is perfect" Lucas chooed, his hand sliding along Simon's hip as if he where petting a dog, his nails running briefly over the flesh before he pulled his fingers out in a slow drag, "Don't worry, precious. I will give you what you want." He purred. He leaned back enough to push Lucas' leg over the other, "Around, on your chest." He ordered, more forceful now as he gripped the canvas jacket and pulled the rest of him to follow his legs. He wouldn't be able to hold himself up with his arms bound, but Lucas cared little that his face would be in the matress. He would be crying Lucas' name regardless.

He grabbed a fist full of canvas and pulled him back onto his knees, setting himself between Simon's legs. "mmh.. look at you." He growled happily as he worked his buckle and his pants free, his white coat brushed Simon's legs and shifted back and forth as Lucas work his pants, then underwear down away from his throbbing prick. He made an earthy groan after he spit into his hand. He used it to slide over his cock, moaning as his poor ignored gland was finally finding precious relief. His free hand moved to grab Simon's hip, tugging him back to meet Lucas' swollen head. "Ah-Simon. You are mine. Tell me. You belong to me." He growled, pressing into Simon as he did. His head passed into Simon, and Lucas leaned over Simon, sinking deeper as he rolled his hips, "Mine, all mine.. Simon"

 

[Church]

A look of relief spread onto his face as he looked up at Lucas and was told that he would get what he wanted. He calmed down slightly but made a short gasp of surprise as he was flipped around suddenly, his face pressed down into the mattress. Now was when he wished that he had the control of his arms, not planning on fighting but to at least hold himself up. He groaned as he was moved again, trying to move his head so that he could see what Lucas was doing though he could hear the zipper and the rustling of his pants, clearly there were not so many options that could accompany those noises.

Simon's hips moved a little as the noises came from the other, wanting relief. He was pulled back just a little further, something pressing against his entrance and then slowly pressing inside as Lucas began talking. "Ahhhhhhhhh Fuuuuuuuck" he groaned, panting softly as he body jerked a little away from him, instinctively moving away from the thing that was not supposed to be there. "I'm........I'm yours Lucas" he groaned softly, his eyes shut tightly with his mouth remaining open, continually letting out moans and muttering obscenities under his breath. This was like nothing else he had ever felt before and his body was still protesting, not liking the intruder stretching out things that shouldn't be stretched. Inside a little voice was still yelling at him, telling him that he would be going to hell for his sins, that he shouldn't be letting some demon just have his way with him. That he should still be fighting it. Simon politely told that voice to go fuck himself for the moment.

 

[Fisticuffs]

"nnh--" Lucas growled out his approval to Simon's moans into the mattress. He loved the obscene noises pouring out of his angel as he slid his cock deeper into him. Only when the man tried to slide forward did Lucas growl in a more primal, guttural tone. His fingers dug into Simon's hips, palms pinning him still as he drove himself completely to the hilt in one rough thrust. "Relax" He growled, his voice heady with lust, "This is far from over."

He slid his knees further apart, forcing Simon's to part as well. With a shuttering moan, he began to Fuck Simon with earnest. His hands gripped Simon like a vice as his cock thrust into Simon with reckless abandon. He wasn't making love. He was fucking. He let it burn and throb Simon because each time his head burried deep into Simon, he pushed against that one precious spot that no one had ever discovered before. Only Lucas. Simon was his.

"nnh, Simon. You're a damn good fuck." He grinned, barring his teeth as his hands shifted from Simon's hips. He gathered the canvas jacket between tight fingers and pulled it tight to keep his leverage. "so tight and warm." He thrust particularly hard before he continued his eager pace. He listened to Simon's groans, watched the way his body thrashed under him. He tortured Simon, but he had yet to touch his cock. He brought Simon to the very edge, but each time he slowed, never letting the bastard tip over the very edge. "Tell me you want me. Make me believe it." He snarled. "Else I'll leave you like this. You can rut into the damn mattress." He laughed at the very image.

 

[Church]

Simon let out a loud gasp of pain as he was fully taken in the one thrust. His eyes were shut tightly, pushing the top of his head into the mattress as his knees fell further apart, yelling out with the roughness. Each thrust was pain mixed with the sweet pleasure as he was speared completely, Lucas hitting something inside of him that made him shudder. It hurt so badly to begin with though now it had gone to a dull throbbing, making the pleasure even better.

The angel heard the other speaking, though his mind wasn't thoroughly processing what he was saying. He groaned into the mattress "mother fucking...nnngggggg" the sounds leaving him as Lucas' pace increased, slamming into him and bringing him ever closer to the edge of release. Each time he would get close Lucas' hips would slow again, letting him fall back down before building him up again. "Please Lucas, I want you" he said to him, pleading. His voice had grown slightly hoarse with the yelling and gutteral noises he was making. "I want you Lucas, I want to be yours so you can fuck me all the time" he moaned, praying he would take pity on him.

Why hadn't the guards already come in? Could they not hear him yelling? His voice was growing hoarse with all the action and they hadn't even knocked on the door to make sure everything was fine. Lucas was using his ass and no one even knew. What would someone even do if they came in? It was horrifying to think about on one level and slightly arousing on another, having Lucas punish and abuse him for his own pleasure and then so others could watch as well? A shudder ran through his body, actually leaning back into the thrusts "Lucas, please. I only want you, only you."

 

[Fisticuffs]

Lucas hissed out a low curse as Simon begged him. Please. I want you. It was delicious and heady. Lucas bucked his hips into Simon, his grip upon the canvas jacket tightened as he road thee man through his begs and his pleas and his fantastic moans. What a good angel, Lucas mused. Simon was his and only his, he would ensure that. Until the angel was broken and dull. Until Lucas had all that he wanted and, maybe if Simon played right, he would have what he wanted as well.

Lucas rolled his hips, his eyes closing and his head tilting back. He worked with a purpose now, his own orgasm building to the raw noises coming out of the man he was fucking into the mattress. As he grew close, so close, a hand freed itself from the rough canvas and drift along Simon's hip and down to brush against his belly before wrapping Simon's hard cock and pumped it as his own balls clenched. He jerked Simon back, burring his cock as deep as it could go as he released hot seed deep inside Simon, growling lowly, possessively, as he soiled his angel.