The Wolf and the Lamb
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Thread Topic: The Wolf and the Lamb
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Cyrus sighed, taking off his shirt. "I have ways to stop you from biting your tongue, little lamb. I'm smarter than you. I've heard your tricks, your games, one too many times." Carefully, as soon as Basil opened his mouth wide, he placed his shirt in the lamb's mouth. The shirt would act as a cushion, stopping him from having enough power to bite off his tongue. He also removed Basil's shirt, using it to tie his wrists and force him into his desired position. Licking his lips, the alpha winked, leaning in to his his bare back. "You're so cute, Basil. That's why I love you."
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The lamb coughed on the fabric that was forced into his mouth, trying to push it back out with the use of his tongue. His eyes began to tear up when the other pulled off his own shirt, forcefully tying his arms together but not without Basil's struggle and muffled whines. His body shook as he tried to keep the wolf from looking at him, his face turning red from shame and embarrassment. He swore that one day he'd kill the other, somehow some way, he'd kill him for this. Just as he intended to make that disgusting man from the morning suffer. And though he doubted any of the other wolves would care, he'd seek help from someone, someone willing to challenge the alpha.
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Cyrus let the lamb struggle with the shirt in his mouth, using the distraction as an opportunity to touch the lamb. His hands slid down to the other's waist, and he drew circles where his hands touched, his tail wagging back and forth. All that Basil had left to protect his body was his underwear. Feeling kind, the alpha turned his attention to his own pants and wriggled out of them. He was leaning against the other, so he couldn't squirm with the force of his body weight. It was the perfect trap. "You're so cute, all tied up like that. Maybe I should have you on a leash. Would you like to be my pet dog? 'Cos, you know.." He leaned in to bite his untouched ear. "Wolves are wilder than dogs."
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Basil breathed hard through his nose, still trying to force the clothing out of his mouth and squirm. But the later became more difficult with Cyrus's bodyweight pressed against him, applying more pressure to his backside. He whined as a few tears escaped him from the pain that pulsed from his stitches. The lamb didn't fear that they would tear, but it still hurt having the other pushed against the injury. He hated it as much as he hated the alpha right now. He was scared, alone, and in pain. The only thing worst would be what Cyrus was going to do to him during that time, and Basil dreaded it. At the mention of a leash, he shook his head rapidly, jerking away when he felt teeth against his untouched ear. A rather annoyed noise escaped him soon after and the lamb balled his fists. How he wished he could move.
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The alpha listened to the other's rapid breathing, smiling and nuzzling him from behind. The sound of his struggled breathing pleased him- he couldn't rid himself of the shirt, he wouldn't be able to harm himself. Cyrus wondered if he'd be able to do that even after this event, but he figured it wouldn't be important until that time came. Once he was undressed to only his underwear, he laid beside the other, giving him a teasing grin for a moment before resuming his spot behind Basil. "Now it's just our underwear stopping me from f---ing you. How do you like the sound of that, my little lamb? You want it off, don't you?" He licked his lips as the other pulled away from him, chuckling. "I thought my love bites turned you on.. Shame."
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Basil got chills when the other tried to nuzzle him, the actions lacking the affection needed to make them comforting, the way thy would've been that morning. More tears trailed down his cheeks, the lamb glaring at the wolf's cocky grins before looking away. He bit down on the shirt, trying to grit his teeth and tugging at the restraints on his wrists. He whined when the other moved behind him again, shaking his head rapidly at both of the questions.
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Cyrus leaned over to wipe his tears away with a single finger, though he didn't spend much time wiping his face. He wanted to be inside of the lamb, he wanted to make him feel pain and pleasure. The alpha stroked his cheek, smiling and removing his own underwear. He pressed his body against the other, starting to rub against him again with his manhood out. "What a shame. I thought I knew you better. But that is alright, little lamb. Now stop moving and let me remove your underwear." He reached over to Basil's underwear, starting to slip it down.
(Jason told me to spam you with these emojis ) -
(You get nothing tomorrow)
Whenever Cyrus touched his face or looked at him, the lamb turned away. His chest ached, he was finding it hard to breathe, and his tail still shot pain through his body. His back had even begun to hurt from the awkward position he'd been in for so long. He made to try to push the fabric out of his mouth again, wanting to protest everything the wolf was trying to do, hopefully even scream loud enough for someone to help him. When Cyrus told him to hold still, he squirmed more, especially when he felt the other's arousal against him. An eruption of protest escaped him then as he tried to keep his own underwear on. -
(WHAT NOOO
Jason and Andrew distracted me I'm sowwy)
Cyrus used force to hold the other down, snarling loudly at him. His struggles were useless, as he was much stronger than the lamb, but his resistance was rather annoying. He had a hard time fully getting the other's underwear off to let his member free. "Quit that," the wolf puffed as he got the other's underwear down to his ankles. "You're being annoying. I'll bite you all over your body and leave as many marks as I can as pay back. Don't test me." When he finally did get the other's underwear off, he looked rather pleased, and moved his hand down to stroke Basil's manhood. "You'll have to make do without lube, little lamb. I apologize." -
(Andrew..?
Basil whimpered at the force, his body shuttering in both fear and disgust. Why couldn't anyone leave him alone? Why did he have to suffer through this? So many lives in the world and Cyrus had to ruin his. The lamb tensed and wiggled slightly when he was touched, his toes curling to a point where they hurt. His eyes opened wide when Cyrus suggested he'd be going in without lube. As if it was necessary when saliva would've worked fine. Basil screamed behind the shirt in protest, wanting to tell the wolf how stupid he was. If there was one thing he knew, it was that without preparation, both parties would suffer a great deal of pain. -
(Yeah, he was complaining how "unfair the 2v2 was" because he was prepared for Bhavik and not Ethan.)
The alpha's eyes scanned the lamb's body, catching the signs of uncomfortableness and disgust. He paused for a moment, wondering if he'd stop slightly if he were to use lube. It would harm himself not to have something. "Oh, fine. Quit your squirming and crying. I'll use my own saliva. I'm afraid I don't trust you to suck me off." Pulling away from the others entrance for a second time, he kneeled down, sucking on his own two fingers. Cyrus patted Basil's ass, admiring his tight hole. After pulling his fingers, he inserted one of them in the lamb's ass, cooing at him. "Here, Basil, I'll be nice on you right now. Only one finger. How does it feel, hmm? Haha, I forgot, you can't speak. Too bad." -
(even tho he used his main)
Basil took a few breaths of relief when the other agreed to not enter him like this. Yet he still tried move whenever Cyrus touched him in an intimate way. There was nothing the wolf could do to make the experience pleasant for the lamb, nor would he be able to make up his actions. He knew how the alpha slept, like a rock. Getting up and leaving would be easy... If he was even able to walk, which he highly doubted. But he would crawl to that door if it meant saving himself. Basil cried out, glaring back at Cyrus again when he penetrated him with a finger. It didn't feel good at all. It felt strange and horrible, almost to the point where he felt like his stomach was turning. How he wished those fingers had been forced into his mouth. He'd have made the attempt to bite them clean off. He looked away from the other again, once more trying to push the fabric out of his mouth to scream. -
(lol ikr?)
The alpha hated how the other tried to reject every attempt of his to make the experience friendly. His nuzzles, kisses, and strokes were all avoided by the lamb. Glaring, he bit his bottom lip, looking over the other's body. He was tense like a deer in headlights, and the wolf could tell that he was thinking about something. "I wish I could read your mind," Cyrus said aloud suddenly. "You're making such funny faces. I want to know why. Are you thinking about me? Or are you thinking about what I'm doing? Hnn.. I'd take the shirt out, but then you'll scream." He sighed unhappily, wiggling the finger he had in Basil's hole. Though he was sure the feeling would be much better with his manhood, he found his finger to feel rather out of place. Tail twitching, the wolf started to thrust his finger in and out slowly, watching the other for a reaction. "More funny faces. You're too complicated, little lamb." -
The lamb continued to reject any acts of 'affection' that the wolf tried to use on him, unwilling to give into any of this. He wouldn't have minded all of that had it happened before Cyrus began to force him into sex. Maybe he would've been more swayed towards it had the other not been so childish and forceful. Though as much as hated everything the alpha was doing to him, Basil felt more hurt and betrayed than anything. He knew that Cyrus had a soft spot, at least for him according to Molly, and he loved it when that soft side took care of him, protected him. But just as he felt like he would be able to relax, his body tensed when the digit was wiggled slightly inside him, causing a whine to escape him. He tried to ignore the other's taunting before he felt Cyrus's finger moving in and out of him, eliciting more muffled sounds from his throat. "Mmn..! Mmphm!"
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The nice side of Cyrus wanted his forgiveness- he debated stopping, but the colder side of him wanted to f--- him so hard that he'd be lying in blood and semen, which is exactly what he was going to do. He knew he should have been guilty, but he wasn't. In fact, he was feeling the same childish anger he had before, upset that he wasn't getting attention he wanted. He dug his nails into the lamb's skin with his free hand, grinning at the other's noises. It sounded like a mix between a pleased noise and a distressed noise- he wanted even more. "Ohh, little laaamb~! I hear you cooing happily, does that mean you're.. Pleased~~?" He curled the finger, smirking at Basil.
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