Dice couldn't listen to this. He couldn't listen to ruthless demons barter money for a boy and his ass. He just couldn't. He stood, ignoring the Devil, crossing to the door. With grim satisfaction, he watched the rival demon sit down grumpily. It hadn't been his problem at all. He'd made it his problem.
Now he'd have to Cuphead woke up laying against silk sheets. His whole body ached, probably from the constant tension of his muscles. He had never felt so weird. They gave him a pill, ordered him to swallow it, and he obeyed. He wished he hadn't. Everything was thrown into perspective. The lights were too bright. His heart pounded a thousand miles a minute, everything seemed to flash into focus.
He felt warm, a little sweaty, and in pain. Around his lower region, he was in horrifying pain. It stabbed and stabbed at his crotch, over and over again. He could see he had somehow gotten bigger, and it hurt. Every little touch felt so good. He had squeezed his legs together at one point, and a flood of ecstasy shot through him. He couldn't feel it now. Everything felt somewhat normal. He raised his head, almost weakly. King Dice sat at the foot of the bed, jacket hanging off a clothes hook, bow tie drooping limply off his throat.
He held a glass of clear liquid what was it called again? He held out the glass, which Cuphead took, sipped, and quickly chugged down. As soon as he drank it, it all came rushing back to him. This man bought him. He could do whatever he wanted to him now, whether Cuphead liked it, wanted it or not.
But Dice simply stood and trotted away, to a bookshelf, where he started sorting through some books. It took him a moment to realise he'd hurt his feelings. It's just I'm really scared. Dice kneeled towards him, and smashed his lips on his, shocking him. Cuphead's mouth happened to be open, so a tongue slipped in. It tasted good, it felt good. He didn't know how to kiss, he'd never kissed anyone before, so just went along with whatever Dice did.
When they pulled away, a string of saliva followed before it became too thin and broke. Cuphead didn't know, but Dice was currently thinking, Yeah, cause that's all it is. Teaching him how to have sex when really you want it, not him. Your much kinder than the others here, I'm sure. He let Dice cup his cheeks and kiss him again, trying his best to be good at it. Do what feels right. He moved his tongue like Dice was doing, but not too much and not too little. The kisses became longer, more intense, and slowly Cuphead started to touch Dice, wrapping his arms around his neck.
Dice's hands traveled, too, along the annoying leather and along his exposed belly. The clip for the 'bra' was at the front, and his hands fumbled along it, unhooking it and leaning down. Cuphead hadn't been expecting anything, so when he felt a warm tongue lap over his papilla.
He couldn't help laying back, eyes closed. The warm, wet tongue moved down, trailing against his stomach straight to his covered crotch. Gentle, caressing hands undid it, and he couldn't help but glance down.
It's called an erection, but people call it boners, and getting hard more often than not. Dice smiled at him comfortingly. Most men like what's called a blowjob. Dice blushed. Cuphead's face turned so red Dice couldn't see his nose. There's no one technique for them, so do whatever feels good. It felt so good. The waves of pleasure, stabs of ecstasy and the want I feel But he didn't wait, or even pause, teasing against his aching member, mouth full. So good. Dice lifted his legs a little to get better access, kissing the tip and running his tongue along the sides.
Dice licked a little, grinning. If put inside of a woman, you can make her pregnant. But, for men, they go here. Sitting there was a bottle of expensive-looking lube. He squeezed some on his fingers, and gently slid on in. Dice glanced up curiously. Dice smiled happily, and kissed him. He kissed back, overwhelmed by pleasure and something like joy. Just like that. Good boy.
You're so special. Dice paused in shock, and smiled. The next kiss was more passionate, heated, intense than the last few.
Cuphead didn't notice a second finger slip in, or hear a belt unbuckle. He wanted him. He wanted Dice to have him. He needed him. Cuphead laid back, eyes closed, and nodded. Slowly, it went in, tip, then shaft until he was in completely in.
He moaned loudly, despite how still Dice was. Dice pulled his hips back, and flung it back towards Cuphead, and he yelped in ecstasy. Waves of pleasure hit him, clinging to his partner with all his might. Dice never hit the same spot twice, searching for something.
Feels so good. Cuphead moaned over and over again, wanting more, feeling his member scream for release. Dice thrust and hit something that made Cuphead's eyes roll back in his head, and he let out a moan that sent Dice through the roof. The more he thrust, the closer he got to his limit, clinging to him, begging for more.
He couldn't focus on anything else, didn't even notice when Dice started to pump him. Building up, everything was too good to be real, too physical to be verbal. Dice came, too, filling him with a warm liquid.
He felt satisfied for the first time in his life. Two months passed and things got better and better. Cuphead was now completely used to anal and knew what to say to satisfy other patrons. Dice had used a lot of pleading and flinging about his money to get the Devil to agree he was allowed to train him.
Tough luck. By the second month, they had already started on kinks, and slowly he got used to it. The first time they tried BDSM, he had screamed so loud that Dice accidentally bit his bottom lip in shock and guilt. But the end date was drawing to a close. He stood rigidly, his hands behind his back, shoulders back, legs slightly apart.
He resisted the urge to scratch his nose, where an annoying itch had decided to crop up. Is he ready? The Devil took a drag from his cigar, puffing smoke rings into the air.
One of them came to the first auction and has been bugging me ever since about him. Be ready. You should be good for other patrons.
Cuphead, visibly confused, opted to lay down, stretching his legs apart. He lifted his ass, propping himself upon his knees. Put your ass down, relax.
Cuphead nodded, eyes still closed, and Dice gently pulled them down. Sure enough, he had an anal plug in his entrance. Dice, gentle as ever, pulled the plug out and put one finger in. And about Mugman. He was so cute. Everyone says it! Tears pricked his eyes and Dice pulled him forwards, embracing him. Mugman sat up as Dice walked in and immediately glared at him. Apart from a thick chain connecting his ankle to the floor, he looked perfectly fine.
A little rounder than when he first came in, even. In fact, it was very nice. A double bed with silk sheets, a bookcase and a soft, woolly rug. It even had its own en suite. Do you know how lonely it gets down here?! Maybe he can get you a job or something.
Cuphead had already been given his drug, and sat calmly in a chair, putting a light lipstick on. Dice glanced around, leaned forward and lowered his voice. Cuphead barked a laugh. As Dice left, he turned back once. Dice obeyed, leaning back in his chair, as the figures were revealed. Cuphead sat somewhere in the middle this time, and whilst he wore the same clothes he had worn at his first auction, it was accompanied by more cream in his head which he had once said to Dice was extremely uncomfortable and rude to do with flowers nestled among them.
The bidder moved up to stand behind him, spreading his legs apart. He hated that word. It made him sound less than human, and from what Dice had seen, Cuphead was the most human out of all of the people in this damned casino. It has been nearly 3 hours. By now, most of the workers had been returned and were being tended to. Cuphead had not. Dice was beginning to get worried. Wheezy was notorious for being a rough, dirty player. He had a new partner almost every week.
At the old auctions, he and a group of friends had taken one guy and fucked him mercilessly. The poor boy had to have a week off until his ass stopped bleeding. Almost immediately the door swung inwards, and Wheezy stood talk and almost proud, barely covered by a robe. Wheezy and Dice locked in a death stare contest, and even though they both knew who would win, neither backed down.
He held the door open, but Dice was already inside. The room, like Wheezy, was a pigsty and covered in ash with the smell of smoke everywhere. But Dice had already slammed it open. Two cigars paused what they were doing, looking up at the door. It took a moment for him to spot Cuphead, and he only did because one of their burning embers fell on his back, making him give a little groan.
He was crying, tears mixing with snot, sweat and spit on his face. As soon as his mouth was free, he began coughing madly, and retching into the sheets with nothing coming up. When his ass freed, he collapsed to the sheets, panting, crying and retching. Almost immediately his change was obvious. His mouth was raw, and his lips chapped. He was sporting a horrendous black bruise on his stomach and his ass was dripping in sweat, blood and white fluid.
His eyes were puffy from crying and obviously exhausted. Not only that, but even laying down seemed to bring him pain. Return him. Cuphead yelped as his mouth was once again violated, and his arms yanked back, his ass being penetrated. Wheezy grabbed Dice from under his arms and held him as still as he could whilst his friend slammed his fist into his face and stomach. A scream and a harsh slap stopped them as quickly as it started them. It had almost been cut clean off.
No, not cut. Blood welled between his fingers, trickling onto the sheets. Cuphead, weak as he was, propped himself up on his elbows, his mouth rimmed with not only spit, snot and white ejaculate but blood. He glared at Wheezy and his friends with unshielded hatred, panting heavily. He could tell Wheezy was coming up behind him and with a quick flash, pulled out a deck of cards, stopping all three of them in his tracks.
He heard shuffling and then a warmth on his side as Cuphead leaned against him. He gently placed his hand on his shoulder and steered him out. They walked well, Cuphead limped, and Dice walked slowly through the quiet halls for a few feet before Cuphead stopped and sunk to his knees.
Dice bent down and picked him up bridal-style, carrying him. He began walking again. The adrenaline had worn off and he could feel a throbbing in his temple.
A soft hand touched his cheeks. He reached his door and opened it, locking it behind him and gently placing Cuphead on his bed. He sat beside him and hesitated before opening his jacket. It looked worse in the bright lights. This is low even for him. Cuphead allowed Dice to pick him up and carry him to the bathroom, where he was set in the bathtub and Dice began to draw the bath.
Cuphead almost immediately slid down so his neck was pressed against the back, his legs sprawled. Cuphead grimaced and nodded. Dice lifted it and propped it over his shoulder. His fingers went in way too easily. There was no way Wheezy had been sucking him off like he had thought hoped. No, he had been double penetrated.
Without prep. I know it hurts. It was very swollen, and difficult to scrape the ejaculate out without hurting him.
When it was gone, Cuphead had gotten rid of all the black ash and was slowly nodding off. He picked Cuphead up again and set him down on the bed, naked. Cuphead was pretty much asleep when he hit the pillow.
Dice settled beside him, knowing sleep was a long time coming. When Dice woke, Cuphead was still beside him, curled into a ball and shivering. He quickly flung more blankets over him. Cuphead was awake and looking at him.
Cuphead let out a breathless, humourless laugh. He opened it and pulled out a jug of cold water. They just made me suck them and licked me a lot. But then they started forcing me. And they would hit me a lot. He wrinkled his nose and set it down on the cabinet. But he knew he had permanently made an enemy out of Wheezy. Who cared? Wheezy was his subordinate. That still belongs to you.
And then Cuphead buried his head in his arms. He was startled as warm arms encircled his waist. Cuphead hugged him, burying his face in his jacket. Wheezy and his two friends sat nearby, looking smug.
Under the harsh light, Dice could see what damage he had done to them. The guy he had kicked in the face was missing two teeth that he could see and his nose was broken and swollen. Wheezy had a black eye and the ash on his head had been knocked off which was the pinnacle of his good looks, apparently.
Dice could feel Cuphead tense at his side, just as he did. That word. Seriously pissed him off. Cuphead shivered, red forming on his cheeks. Dice forced back his surprise. He had attacked first, and they had acted out of self-defence at his impulsive actions. Even the cigars looked surprised; they sat there with their mouths open. He had to be honest. It was good, to be honest. But then Cuphead would be beaten for lying and given back to the cigars as an apology.
I wanted to help him. Wheezy trembled in anger, ash falling to the desk. The Devil brushed it off his fur, frowning. Wheezy shook. Dice stepped in front of him, grabbing his wrists and wrestling him away. Wheezy stopped, though his body still shook in rage. Cuphead lifted up, shot a last look at Dice and quickly left. The Devil spent a moment examining Dice and then nodded, dismissing him. Cuphead had never been in his room for too long.
It was warm and had a tiny fireplace. But the bed was rickety, infested with fleas and the walls were topped with steel bars. Chains had been set into the beds top and in a cabinet, drawers were sex toys. He sunk into the bed and threw the blankets over himself. They were thin and barely kept the little chills out and were dirty and smelt of sour milk. There were folded clothes, but they were all revealed and less-than-warm.
A demon passed by and looked at Cuphead. He was restricted to a diet of sorts; he was given beans, legumes, meat and dairy. Even the food was stale, and he was given small portions. And make sure your tattoo is visible. Right, the tattoo. One of the first things he received upon becoming what he was.
And then the next day he did. It was a twisty symbol on his lower back, looping into infinity with jagged edges instead of smooth curves. It had been slashed into him with a hot iron and then ink had been bled into it. Two others were there when he got it, and both were restrained like he was; his wrists chained to the ceiling. Cuphead reached forward and pulled one of the clothes out of his draw. It was boxers, like everything else was, but with beads and feathers hanging from the waist.
The most decent shirt he could find was tight-fitting and had small hearts where his nipples would sit. He quickly changed and walked out, down the hall, to the left, the right, right again and then up and left. He was back in the casino. Gamblers bumbled around, betting and losing or winning.
A bar sat along the back, and he shuffled towards it. Instantly, the bartenders recognised him. He nodded and lowered himself onto a stool, wincing. Wheezy and his stupid friends had done a number on him, especially his back and ass. If being fucked had hurt before, it was nothing compared to having two dicks stuck in his ass at the same time. Usually, Dice prepped him; using his fingers to stretch him out before entering, and then easing in slowly.
For Wheezy, there had been no prep, and he was rudely shoved around and slammed into. Super Mario 3D World Switch. Gold Rush The Game. Just Dance Minecraft Dungeons PS4.
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