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II loves this, he loves when his partners fuck into him, when they take him apart with their mouths and hands and look after him.
He’d do anything to feel their love.
It’s why he doesn’t stop them when Vessel starts tonguing at his slit, rougher than he usually likes. His cock is small and sensitive and he needs the others to be gentle with him and usually they are so he doesn’t feel like he has a right to complain. They always take care of him after all, why can’t he take care of them?
So he suffers through it.
He suffers through it until Vessel pulls back and starts pressing something against his opening. II’s so lost in the relief of the brutal blowjob being let up that it takes him a moment to realise what’s happening.
He flinches back when he does though, only being stopped by III and IV’s firm hands. They haven’t interacted much in this scene, it mainly being focused on him and Vessel but they’re positioned on either side of him. It dawns on II that they’re in the perfect place to make sure he can’t get away.
He scrambles as much as he can but then Vessel’s pushing the sound in and he freezes. He’s terrified and his blood runs cold as it enters his urethra, it's cold against his skin and uncomfortably big, he can feel his cock stretching around it to accommodate it.
Despite this, it takes less time than he’d have thought for his cock to get used to it and soon Vessel’s pulling it out. He allows himself a second of relief before he realises Vessel simply means to replace it with one bigger and he starts begging.
He pleads with them to stop but III and IV just hold onto him tighter as Vessel repeats the process. They aren’t even attempting to soothe him, they’re just holding him down and it’s when Vessel goes to put an even larger sound in his cock that II finally breaks.
“Red,” He chokes out, “Stop, red- red!” He’s frantic and pleading but they’re still ignoring him and he doesn’t understand why.
They’ve always been so good with safe words, just the other week III had needed to safe-word out and they’d all stopped straight away, they’d given him so much love and affection and he doesn’t understand why they aren’t doing the same for him.
He forces the word out for a while longer desperately hoping they just haven’t heard him but that thought soon fades. How could they not have heard him? And it starts getting too painful, he can’t keep saying the words and having them ignored over and over again.
They keep working on him through it all. The sounds increase their size at a rate he didn’t know was possible and he lets out pitiful whines every time. Surely it has to be enough by now? He laughs, he knows that’s wishful thinking.
The hole in his cock gaping and obscene, if it wasn’t for Sleep he’d have passed out long ago but he’s kept here, awake and suffering and he almost chokes on a sob.
If it wasn’t for Sleep he doesn’t think this could happen. Surely a normal man's cock can’t handle this? A voice that sounds suspiciously like Vessel’s echoes around his head, But you aren’t a real man, are you?
He doesn’t know if that was Vessel’s telepathy that he knows Sleep has given him or his own thoughts spiralling. He doesn’t know which he’d prefer for it to be.
He doesn’t think about it for much longer though because they’ve decided that’s enough apparently and now Vessel’s lining himself up at the tip of II’s gaping cock.
This can’t happen. It already hurts so much there’s no way he can handle this, he starts thrashing harder than before but the others clench their hands down on his arms.
“Take it” III snarls in his ear, and II has no choice but to obey as Vessel slides his hardened dick inside his own.
Screaming isn’t enough. Nothing’s enough.
You’re such a pretty girl II, isn’t it better for us to use your cunt like this instead of us pretending that pathetic thing could ever be a cock?
And II wants to weep. He’s had insecurities about his size before of course but they never said anything to him and he always assumed they were fine with it. Assumed it wasn’t a big deal and they loved him.
He can feel his entire worldview fucking shattering.
Of course he’s not good enough. How could he hope to be good enough, how could he hope to please the others when that’s all he has? As if reading his mind IV snickers at him and agrees, “There was no way you could ever please us with that thing baby. Aren’t you happy we thought of a solution?”
He doesn’t reply, he can’t reply. At least not until he feels IV and III’s claws dig into his arm and he stutters out a yes. He almost wishes he hadn’t, at least their vice-like grip provided a momentary distraction from Vessel’s thrusts.
He’s still fucking doing it, gliding in and out of II’s cock and it hurts. He’s never felt pain like this before and he doesn’t know how to process it. He’s given up struggling, knows it’ll be no use, and he just lies there, trying to ignore the sickly sweet words telling him how perfect his cunt is.
Time loses all meaning, he feels so fucking drained, II and IV’s grip is just as tight despite his lack of struggle and his head is spinning at the feeling of Vessel inside of him. He didn’t know pain like this existed and he misses that.
It feels like he’s being torn apart by shards of glass when Vessel cums in him. His cock pulses and II heaves at the way he can feel that inside his cock, heaves at how he can hear III and IV’s voices taunt above him about how hungry his pussy is, about how his cunts practically milking Vessel dry.
He wants to die from the mortification of it all and more than that he wants to die from the fucking pain. It’s like he’s getting torn apart and his voice is hoarse from how hard he’s screaming.
Eventually, Vessel dislodges himself and II weeps tears of relief, it hurts so much and he’s humiliatingly grateful for how small his cock is, at how quick it makes it for Vessel to be out of him.
He tries not to cringe at the sight left behind, at the blood and the cum trailing from his gaping cock. At how the cum currently dripping out of him isn’t his.
He whines a little at that and he hears a cutting laughter in response although he isn’t sure who it’s from, he doesn’t think he wants to know truthfully.
He feels as III and IV’s hands leave his arms and he gasps at the sting, after all that he’s surprised something so small could still cause pain but he can feel the bruises already starting to form and he winces a little at it.
The bed creeks and moves and II screws his eyes shut in fear, he doesn’t want to know what else they have planned for him. It isn’t until he hears the for click shut that he realises all they did was leave the room. He doesn’t want to think about the hollow ache left in him at that.
He takes a moment to come to terms with being fully alone and eventually, he starts to move. He doesn’t want to see what they’ve done but he knows he needs to assess the damage.
It’s awful to look at but he’s managing, he thinks he might be in shock at this stage but he’s managing. And then he feels something around his dick and he almost yells in shock, if he had any energy left maybe he would.
Black liquid is forming a seal around the base of his engulf cock and if he possibly had any more tears left he’d be crying but he feels numb, detached from it all, utterly drained.
It’s Sleep’s work of course, he knows it is, knows that’s the only way he survived this whole ordeal. It doesn’t make it easier though. The fact that their God is not only letting this happen but encouraging it makes nausea rise in his gut.
He tries not to think too much about everything but if Sleep’s sealing his cock off, if He’s trapping their cum inside him and leaving his dick deformed and gaping then it means they were right, it means all their cruel words and barbs were true. This really is all he’s good for.
He tries his hardest to ignore that thought but it’s difficult when the evidence is surrounding him. Distantly he wishes they’d stayed with him, not that he particularly wants them around but because it’d at least prove he’s worth that. That he isn’t just a toy to them.
II’s heart shutters and racks as he remembers how kind they all were to him yesterday, was that a lie? He doesn’t understand it, he’d have never guessed for a moment they could have planned something like this.
It’s not the act that causes the most pain, physically of course he’s in agony but mentally? He doesn’t think there’s a word strong enough to describe the anguish he’s feeling.
He curls up gingerly into a ball, trying not to aggravate his ruined cock, and tries desperately to sleep, praying that this is just some twisted nightmare and he’ll wake up tomorrow safe in their arms.