<br/><strong>Flag: M/M</strong><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2395949#msg2395949">Quote from: Alluistras on 30-10-2009, 00:59:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Viktor, The Hunt [Fredrick Martin, et al.]<br/>...<br/>"What?" Viktor looked down to see Antoine's growing erection. "You thought to seduce me?" Viktor laughed. "You really think I have any interest in one such as you? How presumptuous." With that, Viktor forcefully grabbed Antoine's wrist, spun him around, and pressed the startled boy's face hard up against the bark of the tree, his arm around his back as Viktor pinned him there. "Your type is meant to be used, and that is all. You want to be used, is that it?" Viktor pressed his hard cock between Antoine's ass cheeks and thrust forward for emphasis, only slightly penetrating the tight opening. "Is this what you want?" He peaked around the tree, gazing at Bella from afar, his eyes glazed over with lust. "Well, you're barking up the wrong tree, you are not who I want," he whispered as he withdrew, his free hand reached down to stroke his throbbing cock. It wasn't long before Antoine's skin was coated with milky white cum.  Laughing sadisticly, Viktor rubbed what was left in his hand all over the foolish boy's face. "Take my advise: Get out of here, keep your mouth shut about this and don't bother me again," he said as he threw Antoine to the ground, and composed himself, smoothing his clothing once more.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2412/antoinettelafluer.jpg)</div><strong>Antoine LaFleur,</strong>The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Alfreic Slate, Bella]<br/><br/>"Wait, what?" shrieked Antoine, like a young woman, as he was thrown against the hard trunk of the tree. He could feel his breeches, already unbuttoned, being yanked down off his ass.<em>He's going to rape me</em>, thought the boy with mixed feelings, as he felt Viktor's cock at his backside. But Antoine was very much the slut, and instead of fighting back, or feeling shame, he hardened between his legs. "Yes," he whimpered, begging for it.<br/><br/>But then Viktor took it all away. The young man groaned in frustration as he felt the warm sputters of Viktor's ejaculate all over his lower back and bottom. There was a smear of cum across his face, and then Viktor's foot kicked him down to the ground. "You bastard," spit out Antoine, as the nobleman walked away. What Viktor had done to him...the use and degradation of the act...was far more like actual rape than any of Antoine's fantasies. He rose to his feet and ran away into the woods, crying.<br/><br/>Antoine was several hundred feet away before he stopped, sobbing against another, different tree. He used his right arm to wipe at his face, trying to get the potent mess off of his fine and pretty features. "He's such a jerk," he whimpered, still sniffling. But Antoine was still very aroused. Earlier, when he teased Kolette, he had struggled not to orgasm. And though Viktor had humiliated him, Antoine's cock had never once complained. Reaching down between his legs, Antoine stroked himself; at least no one could take away his ability to please himself.