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Atonement. As a religious man, this was a concept that Rollo Flamme was intimately familiar with. Sins must always be paid for‒ he understood that much‒ and what he saw as a righteous act had instead branded him a sinner in the eyes of the students from Night Raven College. They were the only ones who knew the truth behind the firelotus outbreak and, therefore, the only ones who could ensure that he paid for his transgressions.

Yet they had no plans to enact any sort of punishment upon him. They were content to let Rollo stew in his own guilt until he confessed or took the truth of his crime to the grave.

At least, that’s the way it had seemed.

He should’ve known better than to think that the great mage Malleus Draconia would be satisfied with simply allowing Rollo’s own conscience to torment him. Rather, Malleus had conjured up a unique form of penance that could only be conceived of in a mind as lascivious as his: something that would more than make up for all of the merriment that the Night Raven boys had been deprived of during their struggle against the firelotuses, and that would come at Rollo’s expense.

Rollo Flamme, Student Council President of Noble Bell College, was to spend the evening having sexual relations with each of the Night Raven students in turn, servicing them in whatever way they desired. The thought made Rollo shudder. Such sins of the flesh were beneath him. He couldn’t fathom why he’d agreed to these terms in the first place. Surely Malleus had placed some sort of spell on him to charm him into agreeing, to draw Rollo’s attention to the way his emerald eyes shone in the moonlight, to tempt Rollo to fantasize‒

No, he hadn’t the time to be pondering such debauchery! The first of the Night Raven boys would be here at any moment, and Rollo needed to be ready for whoever it would turn out to be. 

Thankfully, there had been a spare room in Noble Bell’s dormitories in which they could conduct their… rendezvous. Rollo would’ve been mortified had they been forced to use his own personal chambers; he would’ve had no choice but to burn his bedsheets afterward to rid them of the stench of sex and sin. 

It had taken quite a bit of effort for Rollo to sneak away to the spare bedroom in the midst of all the festivities. Once there, he’d been disgusted to find that the Night Raven students had wasted no time in filling it with all manner of sexual gadgets and paraphernalia. He didn’t know if they’d been conjured with magic, bought somewhere in town, or simply happened to have been packed alongside the other boys’ luggage. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know, as all three options were equally depraved.

Still, Rollo supposed that would save them some time at the very least. The faster he could please his gentleman callers, the sooner he could return to the ball downstairs‒ hopefully before anyone else even noticed he was gone. 

Rollo settled himself at the edge of the mattress and waited, willing his heart to stop racing. He couldn’t let these boys see through him. He had to maintain his composure no matter what; there would be no hiding behind his handkerchief tonight.

It took all of Rollo’s self-control not to jerk his head toward the entrance when he heard the heavy wooden door creak open. Instead, he turned his gaze slowly toward the sound, his expression carefully neutral as he waited for his first visitor of the night to reveal himself.

When the other boy stepped into the room, Rollo immediately recognized him by his vibrant red hair: Riddle Rosehearts.

“Good evening, Rollo.” The Heartslabyul housewarden’s greeting was far too polite, in Rollo’s opinion, for their current situation. He felt his entire body tense as Riddle turned to shut and lock the door behind him. There was no changing his mind now that the bedroom’s only exit had been effectively blocked off.

“Spare me your formalities,” Rollo snapped, the knuckles on his tightly clasped hands slowly turning white. Despite his apprehension, he did not falter, his gaze locked on Riddle’s face to watch for any sign of a threat. “We both know you’re only here to sleep with me, as per the arrangement. To pretend otherwise would be foolish.”

“I suppose you do have a point. I had intended to be gentlemanly about it,” Riddle replied, a wicked glint in his steely blue eyes, “but if you’d rather I forgo propriety, I would be more than happy to indulge you.”

“I didn’t intend‒”

“SILENCE!” 

Rollo was shocked by the sheer force behind the command that came from Riddle’s mouth. Despite his short stature, the redhead’s presence was imposing in a way that made the back of Rollo’s neck sweat. There was no doubt in his mind that Riddle could easily overpower him with magic, so Rollo stayed quiet, sitting perfectly still on the bed as Riddle approached him. The heels of Riddle’s polished boots clicked on the stone floor with every step he took.

“During our time together, you are not to speak unless you are spoken to. Otherwise, you will be punished. Understood?” Riddle made his way to the wardrobe on the other side of the room, not even sparing Rollo a glance as he passed the bed where he was seated.

Rollo glared over his shoulder at Riddle, who had busied himself with rummaging through the wardrobe, presumably gathering whatever tools he planned to use during their encounter. It was utterly degrading to be spoken to in such a way, as if he were some sort of pet to be ordered around at will. Rollo felt his cheeks heat at the thought.

This was swiftly followed by the hot sting of a smack across his face. 

Rollo looked up to see Riddle standing over him with a riding crop in his hand, tapping it impatiently against his palm. 

“I believe I asked you a question.” Riddle raised an expectant eyebrow at Rollo. When he received no response, he raised the crop once more, landing an even harder smack on Rollo’s other cheek. He propped one boot-clad foot against the side of the mattress, looming menacingly over Rollo as he spoke. “Do. You. Understand. Me?”

Intimidated by the unexpected display, Rollo dropped his head in defeat, not daring to meet Riddle’s gaze. Defiance would be met with more pain and humiliation, only prolonging their encounter. It was in Rollo’s best interests to submit to the mage before him, as much as he was loath to admit it. “Yes, I understand.”

Riddle placed the tip of the riding crop under Rollo’s chin, tilting his head up to face him. “That’s ‘Yes, sir,’” he corrected with a cruel smirk. He slowly dragged the soft leather tip of the riding crop up the side of Rollo’s face before pulling it back to land another blow to Rollo’s already-abused cheek.

Rollo hissed in pain, bringing a hand up to rub at the tender flesh the crop left behind. His mouth had gone dry but still, he managed to force the words out. “Yes, sir.” His cheeks were red from both embarrassment and abuse. He hoped this would be over quickly.

“Good boy.” There was a subtle purr in Riddle’s voice as he spoke, and Rollo was appalled by the effect it had on him. Riddle took a step backward. For a moment, Rollo feared Riddle could somehow sense his cock twitch from underneath his robes, but he simply gestured for Rollo to stand. “Strip for me.”

Riddle’s gaze was intense as he watched Rollo remove his intricate uniform piece by piece. Rollo cursed himself for being unable to keep his hands from shaking as he slid his robes from his shoulders, undoing the intricate clasps as delicately as possible. He felt vulnerable enough being forced to strip naked; any additional signs of weakness were unacceptable. 

When the last of his robes had fallen to the floor in a puddle of fine fabric, Rollo stood before Riddle in nothing but his briefs and stockings. As exposed as he felt, he refused to cover himself, determined to mask his insecurity even as Riddle looked him up and down hungrily. Being studied like this made him feel as though he were a prime cut of meat on display at the butcher’s shop. He most certainly did not enjoy the feeling, despite the insistence of certain… intimate parts of him.

Rollo quickly grew impatient with being ogled, his mind drifting back to the ball. He couldn’t afford for all of these sessions to drag on this way, not if he wanted to avoid being asked about his extended absence later. Despite his better judgment, he opened his mouth. “Could we please get on with it already?”

Riddle lashed out with the crop again in an instant, this time striking the inside of Rollo’s newly exposed thigh. The pain made Rollo whimper and stoop forward, angling his lower body away from Riddle in an effort to protect his more sensitive parts. He wouldn’t put it past a mage like him to strike below the belt.

“I believe I instructed you to stay silent,” Riddle sneered, turning his nose up disapprovingly. His gaze was cold and calculating, and he looked Rollo up and down as if deciding what exactly to do with him. “Perhaps you need more discipline than I thought. Off With Your Head!”

Rollo felt something cold and metallic fasten itself around his neck in an instant‒ a collar of some sort, he realized, as his hands shot up to grab at it in surprise. This must've been Riddle's unique magic. Rollo could feel that the connection between himself and his magic reserves had been blocked. While Rollo was decidedly anti-magic, this only made him feel even more powerless at the hands of a skilled mage like Riddle.

Decidedly more baffling, however, was the sudden presence of a similar metallic sensation at the base of his cock, just above his testicles. Rollo tried to peek down the front of his briefs to see what exactly had happened, but the large heart-shaped piece of metal around his neck effectively blocked his view.

Rollo’s glance downward wasn’t lost on Riddle. The redhead stepped forward to take Rollo’s chin in his hand, stroking his thumb down the other boy’s cheek. The tenderness of the gesture caught Rollo completely off-guard. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Riddle said, his voice equal parts soothing and commanding. “Go and get on the bed. I shall join you shortly.”

Rollo did as he was told, returning to his place on the mattress and rolling onto his side, facing away from Riddle and the wardrobe of iniquity. Behind him, Rollo heard a rustle of fabric that he assumed must’ve been Riddle removing his trousers. This was followed by the sound of leather and metal, which was far less easily attributed. Rollo was sure whatever instrument of sexual depravity Riddle was setting up was far beyond his own imagination.

Suddenly, Riddle’s hands were on Rollo’s waist, his skin soft but his grip firm. He slowly tugged Rollo’s briefs down his legs, pulling them off and tossing them aside, exposing Rollo’s shamefully half-hard cock to the cold air of the room. He then flipped Rollo onto his back with surprising ease, forcing him to take in the scene before him. 

Riddle stood at the foot of the bed, still mostly clothed. His trousers, boots, and hat had all been neatly set aside on the armchair in the corner of the room. Instead of briefs or boxers as Rollo had been expecting, Riddle wore some sort of red leather contraption, straps and buckles holding it in place between his legs. Protruding from the metal ring in the center was something Rollo could only describe as a prosthetic phallus. It looked somewhat realistic, its color and size making it seem as if it could truly belong to Riddle, but Rollo could tell even at this distance that it was made from rubber or silicone rather than flesh and bone. 

“Mm, do you like it?” Riddle purred, crawling his way up onto the foot of the mattress. “I thought it might be best to use one of my smaller toys on you since I expect you’ll be rather… tight .” This statement was punctuated with a click as Riddle opened the small bottle in his hands, pouring some of the clear liquid contained inside onto his fingers.

Rollo watched warily as Riddle massaged the liquid between his fingers, using his free hand to lift one of Rollo’s legs, revealing his puckered entrance. A mortified blush quickly rose up Rollo’s chest and face. He somehow felt even more vulnerable than before, his most sensitive areas exposed for Riddle to touch and ogle as he pleased. He had half a mind to snap his legs shut but knew another strike from Riddle’s crop likely awaited him if he did, so he begrudgingly allowed the mage to manhandle him.

“Do try to relax,” Riddle advised, rubbing soothing circles into the flesh of Rollo’s thigh, the kindest he had been thus far. “It will be much easier for you that way.”

Rollo felt Riddle’s slick fingers prodding between his legs and immediately stiffened up, despite Riddle’s instructions otherwise. “Hold on, what do you think you’re‒”

Rollo was immediately silenced with a resounding smack to the underside of his thigh, from Riddle’s bare hand this time rather than the riding crop. “Hush. Let yourself enjoy it.” He fondled the tender, reddened flesh under his hand as he slowly slid a finger in past the tight ring of muscle between Rollo’s cheeks, moving it in and out to get him accustomed to the feeling.

It was an odd sensation, to say the least, having his body breached this way. The pain quickly subsided following the initial penetration, lessening with each thrust of Riddle’s finger. He felt his body start to relax as the mage massaged his thigh with one hand and worked him open with the other. Rollo knew he shouldn’t have given in so easily, but the feeling wasn’t unpleasant, just… unfamiliar, and quite wet.

The painful stretch returned when Riddle slipped a second finger inside Rollo, causing a soft gasp to escape Rollo’s lips. He glanced down, tipping his head to peer past the bulky collar. The sight that awaited him made Rollo wish he hadn’t looked: Riddle was spreading his fingers apart little by little, coaxing Rollo’s entrance ever wider. It was vulgar! It was shameful! It was‒

“Ooh!” Rollo threw his head back, an almost pornographic moan torn from his throat as stars exploded in his vision. For a fleeting moment, he was afraid he’d given himself a concussion against the headboard before he realized that the collar around his neck would’ve prevented that. What was happening to him? Was this Riddle’s doing?

“It seems I’ve found your sweet spot,” Riddle chuckled, nudging his fingers around inside Rollo’s hole until he let out another moan, writhing underneath Riddle’s hands. The sensation was almost overwhelming. Shocks of intense pleasure coursed through Rollo’s body, the likes of which he had never felt before, causing his cock to stiffen and whatever Riddle had put around it to feel tighter.

Rollo simply didn’t understand how something so obscene could feel this good.

A third finger slipped inside him with little resistance, all three digits pressing up against his sensitive insides until Rollo was so overwhelmed that he could hardly breathe. It was a mercy when Riddle finally removed them, giving Rollo a chance to recover.

But why did Rollo suddenly feel so empty and, dare he say, disappointed by the loss? It was patently absurd, but he felt some small part of himself begging to be filled once more. He elected to ignore it. He refused to give credence to thoughts from such a primal, debased corner of his mind. 

Despite Rollo’s refusal to vocalize his impure thoughts, Riddle still smirked as though he could hear them. He reached out a hand to stroke Rollo’s flushed cock, fully erect now from the attention his prostate had received. Rollo’s half-lidded gaze followed Riddle’s hand down to his shaft, finally catching a glimpse of the thing fastened around it: a miniature version of the metal collar around his neck, identical down to the shape and color. 

“It’s a cock ring,” Riddle finally explained, sensing the question on Rollo’s lips. “It will keep you erect for longer and delay your orgasm.” 

Rollo didn’t understand how that could possibly be pleasurable, but he swallowed his words when he felt Riddle press a finger against his lips‒ one of the dry ones, thankfully. 

“Surely you didn’t think we were going to let you get off before we were satisfied,” Riddle purred, dragging his finger down Rollo’s chin, neck, and chest before stopping right above his cock.

Rollo shivered. Riddle’s use of the word “we” concerned him. Surely the Night Raven boys didn’t plan to leave this contraption on him while eleven different men had their way with him… did they?

Rollo didn’t have long to ponder the implications of Riddle’s statement as he was quickly snapped out of his thoughts by a strange buzzing sound and a soft moan that certainly hadn’t been his own.

Rollo looked up to see Riddle kneeling on the mattress in front of him, moaning softly as he stroked the prosthetic mounted on the front of his harness. His hand was still slick from where he had opened Rollo up on his fingers, and he now seemed to be spreading the leftover lubricant onto his silicone cock. The way Riddle was moving his hand paired with the expression on his face as he moaned with pleasure, it almost looked as if he were‒

Rollo quickly looked away, trying to hide his flushed face in the pillows only to find his efforts thwarted by the bulky collar still fastened around his neck.

In an instant, Riddle grabbed the collar around Rollo's neck with his free hand, wrenching his face back toward him. “Don’t you dare hide your face from me.” Riddle’s face was red, his breath coming out in gasps. He was close enough that Rollo could feel it hot and damp on his own cheeks. “I want to watch your expression while I finally fuck you.”

Such vulgar terminology sent a thrill down Rollo’s spine and straight to his cock for reasons he didn’t quite understand. He was so focused on the latest in his series of new and confusing feelings that it didn’t even occur to him that said fucking would be taking place that very second until he felt the head of Riddle’s cock nudge against his entrance.

“Wait, I‒ ooh!” The moment Riddle entered Rollo, it became obvious what exactly that odd buzzing sound had been: the toy inside of him was vibrating. If Rollo thought the pleasure before had been overwhelming, then this brand-new sensation bordered on incapacitating. Riddle wasn’t even halfway inside of him yet and Rollo was already lost in the feeling, moaning and panting despite his efforts to maintain his composure. He could feel himself drooling; it was just too much!

Rollo didn’t even think to ask him to stop.

Riddle continued to push further into him, stopping every so often to allow Rollo to adjust before thrusting forward once more. The stretch didn’t hurt this time; Rollo’s mind was completely occupied by primal, animal lust, pain turning into white-hot pleasure. He only noticed that Riddle had bottomed out when the redhead’s hips collided with his thighs, the vulgar smack of skin against skin filling the bedroom.

Riddle waited for only a moment before announcing, “I’m going to start moving now,” unable to rid himself entirely of his manners, despite his earlier threat. In contrast, however, he didn’t wait for Rollo to respond before grabbing him roughly by the waist and pulling out.

Rollo’s head swam when Riddle drove back into him. The vibrations only made it even more intense as Riddle’s cock rammed into his prostate with every thrust. The pace started slow but quickly grew fast and rough as Riddle began to chase his own pleasure, grinding against the base of the toy each time he buried himself inside Rollo.

Rollo could practically feel the bruises forming on his skin where Riddle was gripping his waist, moving him up and down on his cock as if Rollo were nothing more than a toy himself. He felt his erection twitch again, a stream of low moans he no longer tried to hold back pouring from his throat as Riddle pounded into him. 

Rollo’s sense of time was quickly lost in his lust-addled brain. He couldn’t tell if it was mere moments or hours later when he felt Riddle go still inside him, letting out a loud moan that echoed throughout the room. His grip on Rollo’s waist tightened and his hips twitched, forcing the toy even deeper as Riddle rode out what Rollo presumed to be his orgasm. The continued pressure and vibration against Rollo’s prostate forced an animalistic, guttural sound out of Rollo that he hadn’t even known his body was capable of producing, his voice mixing with Riddle’s. Rollo might’ve even reached his own climax if it hadn’t been for the accursed ring fixed snugly around his cock.

Rollo sighed with equal parts relief and disappointment when Riddle finally pulled out of him, switching the toy off with a snap of his fingers. The mage took a moment to catch his breath, his face just as red as Rollo’s still-hard cock. 

“That was incredible,” Riddle panted between breaths, using the back of his hand to wipe the sweat from his brow. “I’m lucky to have gotten to you first. I expect the rest of them will be leaving you well and truly wrecked.”

Rollo swallowed hard. If this wasn’t “well and truly wrecked” by the Night Raven boys’ standards, he had no idea what exactly he was in for. He was so thoroughly exhausted that he couldn’t do much more than watch while Riddle got up from the bed, unfastening the complicated mess of straps around his waist and thighs. 

Riddle gathered up all of his toys and set them aside, storing them away from the ones that had yet to be used. Rollo assumed that this was to avoid contamination. He respected that, if nothing else. 

Riddle then began to redress himself, pulling his trousers back on and adjusting his clothes in the full-length mirror by the wardrobe. With a quick wave of his hand, the collar around Rollo’s throat vanished; the cock ring, however, stayed in place, as did the barrier between Rollo and his magic reserves.

Riddle didn’t even seem to notice, tugging the brim of his hat into place before turning toward the door.

Rollo cleared his throat. He presumed that he was permitted to speak now that their tryst was over. “Aren’t you forgetting something, Rosehearts?” He rolled over to face the redhead directly, raising an accusatory eyebrow. Rollo could not allow Riddle, or anyone else, to know how much this little meeting had affected him. 

Riddle paused to glance back at Rollo, his steely gaze raking over the other boy’s naked form. His eyes landed on the heart-shaped ring still firmly fastened around the base of Rollo’s cock, causing his expression to shift into a smug smirk‒ a far cry from the apologetic realization Rollo had expected.

Rather than responding to Rollo’s question verbally, Riddle simply snatched his riding crop off of the bedside table and gave Rollo’s bare ass one final smack, hard enough to make him yelp. Seemingly satisfied, Riddle continued his path toward the exit, the crop still in his hands easily passed off as a costume prop. He didn’t look back once, closing the door decisively behind him as he left.

Rollo had nothing to do now but sit and wait for his next guest to arrive.

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How humiliating.

Left to his own devices, there wasn’t much Rollo could do besides replay his encounter with Riddle in his mind. There was so much he should have done differently: moans he should have stifled, touches he should have rebuffed, and‒ most importantly‒ obscene things he should not have found arousing. 

Rollo glared down at his still-present erection as though it had betrayed him, which he supposed it had. Both his body and his hindbrain had failed him, reducing him to a creature of lust, and at the hands of a mage no less! It was everything Rollo had wanted to avoid. Riddle had gotten a glimpse of the wanton, hedonistic urges that Rollo worked so hard to suppress, but Rollo was determined that he would be the only one to do so.

The sensations had simply been unfamiliar to him, that was all. Now Rollo knew what to expect‒ what it felt like to be fondled and manhandled, to be spoken to in such a demeaning way, to… have another man inside of him. The mere memory of having Riddle’s silicone cock buried inside him made something warm curl in Rollo’s stomach, his traitorous erection quivering with excitement. He refused to be bested by his body’s carnal desires.

Rollo would not be caught off-guard this time, of that much he was determined. 

When Epel Felmier entered the bedroom a few minutes later, Rollo greeted him with a stone-cold glare and icy silence. He had pulled the sheets up over his lap to preserve his modesty, though he supposed there was no real point in that‒ Epel was here to sleep with him, after all. Still, Rollo had some semblance of dignity left and refused to expose his ringed cock until absolutely necessary.

Like Riddle, Epel was quite small compared to Rollo, and he gave off an air of frailty. He almost dared to hope that would mean he had nothing to fear, but he knew better now than to underestimate Night Raven College students. He would keep his guard up.

Epel broke the silence with a laugh, and Rollo flushed with surprise at the sound. “Ya sure don’t look like someone who just got done fuckin’. Did Riddle disappoint ya?”

Rollo declined to comment. That was the problem: Riddle had felt wonderful. Even the degradation had sent sparks of pleasure straight to Rollo’s cock. He was disappointed in himself for liking it so much. Why must such temptations be so difficult to resist?

“Gotten all shy, have ya? Tha’s alright. Ah’ll take good care of ya.” There was the same tone he’d gotten from Riddle: dismissive condescension. The sane side of Rollo refused to be talked down to this way, even if the primal side of him quite enjoyed it. He would not let it win again.

“I do not need to be taken care of, thank you very much. If I understand our arrangement correctly, it is I who should be taking care of you .”

“Yeah, ah guess yer right.” Epel’s expression quickly shifted from the delicate, charming smile he’d been wearing into what could only be described as a shit-eating grin, as reluctant as Rollo was to use such vulgar language. He heard the soft click of the door’s lock turning into place. “In that case, ya can take care of me by lettin’ me fuck ya six ways from Sunday. How’s that sound?"

Rollo shifted uncomfortably, Epel’s words sending another rush of heat to the pit of his stomach. “Whatever will get this over with as quickly as possible,” he replied, careful to keep his voice even. 

Epel laughed again. “Why the rush? Got somewhere t’ be? ‘Cause if I understand our ‘arrangement’ correctly then the only place yer goin’ is on my cock.”

Rollo barely had time to open his mouth before Epel was on him, closing the distance between them in an instant. He tackled Rollo onto the mattress, pinning his wrists above his head and straddling his stomach before crashing their teeth together in a harsh facsimile of a kiss. Epel was heavier, stronger, and rougher than Rollo had expected, and he despised the way his heart sped up at the realization. He wanted to be dominated‒ no, he wanted to throw this barbarian off of him! 

Yet Rollo made no move to do so. Instead, when he felt Epel’s tongue prodding insistently at his mouth, he parted his lips with a gasp and allowed Epel to slip it inside. Riddle hadn’t kissed him like this. Riddle hadn’t kissed him at all. It was wet, disgusting, utterly vile in every way. He couldn’t get enough.

Rollo wrenched away from the kiss, gasping for breath. He scowled up at Epel, mentally cursing him for somehow finding a way to prey upon his basal instincts even faster than Riddle had. 

“Yer pretty feisty for someone who’s already been fucked once. Ah like that.” Epel placed his free hand on Rollo’s throat, stroking his thumb down the side. The pressure wasn’t enough to choke Rollo, but it was enough to make him gasp. “Makes it much more fun t’ tame ya.” Epel’s face was close enough that the words tickled Rollo’s ear, making him shiver. 

“If anyone here needs to be tamed, it’s you,” he spat back, refusing to look Epel in the eye for fear of being exposed. “You behave like a heathen.”

“Ah think ya like it.” Epel’s voice was a growl. He leaned in to take Rollo’s earlobe between his teeth, biting down until Rollo cried out. The pain made his erection twitch, bumping against Epel’s ass. Rollo silently prayed he hadn’t noticed.

His pleas apparently fell on deaf ears. Epel smirked and ground his hips back against Rollo’s cock, turning his sounds of pain into moans of pleasure. “Mmhm, that’s what ah thought.” 

Rollo hated the smug look on Epel’s face. He hated it even more when Epel pulled away, pushing up off of the mattress and leaving Rollo lying there, neglected. He didn’t even bother sitting up to see where the other boy was going; he knew Epel was headed straight for that accursed wardrobe.

This time, Rollo recognized the sound of Epel slipping into a leather harness. He stepped back into view with it strapped firmly into place. It was similar to the one Riddle had worn, only in a deep purple and with a cock attached that was easily twice the size of Riddle’s. Rollo felt his throat go dry, propping himself up on his elbows to get a better look.

Aside from that, Epel was completely naked, which made him equal to Rollo on some level, even if only superficially. Rollo thought he could make out faint scars underneath Epel’s pecs, but his gaze was torn from them when he noticed what the other boy was holding in his hands: a long coil of scarlet-red rope.

“Y’ain’t gettin’ outta this unscathed if that’s what yer after.” Epel casually twirled the end of the rope as he spoke. “This should do the trick for a misbehavin’ critter like you.”

Rollo stiffened. Did Epel intend to truss him up like some kind of show animal? It certainly seemed that way‒ the younger boy looked like a predator about to pounce.

And pounce he did. Epel landed hard on top of him, knocking Rollo back onto the mattress. Tossing the rope aside, he wrestled Rollo onto his stomach, unphased by his attempts to fight back. Epel sat on top of Rollo’s thighs, his weight pinning Rollo to the bed while he worked.

Epel tugged Rollo’s arms behind his back, positioning them so that his hands were just above his rear before binding his wrists. Rollo felt Epel weave the ropes around his arms, forming what felt like X-shapes up from his wrists to just below his shoulders.

The ropes were much softer than Rollo had expected; he might’ve even found them pleasant against his skin were they not being used to tie him down. He hissed when Epel pulled one of the knots too tight and was surprised when it was immediately loosened and redone in a more comfortable position.

“Why did you‒”

“Ah ain’t tryin’ t’ hurt ya,” Epel replied, tying off the ropes around Rollo’s arms with a final knot between his shoulder blades, “just… keep ya in one place. Ah used t’ do stuff like this all the time back home when we took the pigs t’ market.”

Rollo felt his cheeks heat at the comparison. “I am not some swine .”

Epel shrugged. “Eh, works just as good on naughty li’l boys who don’t know their place. ‘Sides, the pigs were a lot stronger n’ you are.”

“How dare you?” Rollo refused to be bested by mere livestock, and so began thrashing wildly.

The more he struggled against his bonds, the more friction his cock found against the sheets underneath him, and the foggier his mind became. That wouldn’t do; he needed to keep his wits about him if he was going to fare any better during this encounter than he had with Riddle. This realization made him halt his efforts immediately.

But Epel had noticed the movement of his hips. “Aw, lookit you, ruttin’ against the bed like some kinda animal. Not so prim n’ proper now, are ya?”

“I was not ‘rutting’,” Rollo lied. “I would never stoop to your level and indulge in such a shameless act. I was simply testing the strength of these ropes. That’s all.”

Epel snickered. Clearly, his lie hadn’t been very convincing. “Y’know, yer a lot prettier when y’ain’t talkin’ so much. Lucky I got just the thing for that.”

Rollo heard the mattress shift behind him and turned his head to look, only to be met with a small bar of silicone pressed against his lips. The leather straps fixed on either side made it obvious that it was intended to be used to gag him. Rollo refused to take such treatment willingly, clamping his mouth shut and turning away.

“Gonna be like that now? Tha’s alright. Ah can play dirty too.”

Rollo squirmed when he felt one of Epel’s hands slide underneath him, feeling up every inch of skin it passed. It was a strange, almost ticklish sensation until Epel found what he’d been searching for. His fingers closed around Rollo’s nipple, pinching it until Rollo cried out, giving him the perfect opportunity to strike.

Using his free hand, Epel shoved the gag into Rollo’s open mouth. He then released Rollo’s nipple, pulling his hand out from under him and fastening the gag’s leather straps behind his head. 

It all happened so fast that Rollo didn’t even register he’d been gagged until his teeth sunk into something hard and rubbery, lodged into his mouth like a bit on a horse’s bridle.

“How’s that feel?” came Epel’s voice from behind him. At the same time, Rollo felt a teasing tug on the straps at the back of his head.

Rollo tried to respond despite the obstruction in his mouth‒ a fool’s errand, as his usually eloquent speech came out as grunts more befitting the beast he’d been reduced to. He could even feel drool starting to pool in his mouth.

Despite all this, Rollo’s erection still ached with arousal. Why did his body find such degrading treatment pleasurable? It was appalling.

Yet when Rollo felt Epel’s hand tighten on the ropes around his arms, using them as a handhold to flip him onto his back, he put up no resistance. He was dizzy with the pleasure of being moved as if he weighed nothing‒ as if he were simply an object. 

Rollo was beginning to find the sensation dangerously intoxicating.

He didn’t even react when Epel pried his thighs apart‒ Riddle had done something similar, after all. It was when Epel brought out two more lengths of rope that Rollo made a panicked noise from behind the gag.

“Relax,” Epel soothed, bending Rollo’s left leg at the knee, bringing his ankle back towards his thigh. “Ah’ll be gentle.” His movements were deft as he quickly bound Rollo’s leg, fixing it in place. Epel used his teeth to pull the rope taut as he tied it off, and the sight made Rollo’s heart stutter. Such a brazen display of masculinity… and so completely barbaric! 

Rollo watched carefully to see if he would dare to do it again. 

True to form, Epel tied Rollo’s other leg in the same fashion. This time, though, he caught Rollo staring and winked up at him, the rope still held firmly between his teeth.

Rollo turned his face away, a surge of heat rushing to his cheeks and his cock. What a shameless flirt! 

“Someone’s excited,” Epel teased, having tied off the last of the ropes and pulled away to admire his work, leaving Rollo with his legs bent and spread wide open. Rollo was sure this position made it seem as if he were begging to be taken, like some kind of whore; he did not find the idea nearly as appalling as he felt he should. “Don’cha look so pretty, all done up in red fer me? Looks real nice against yer skin.”

Rollo didn’t have the chance to react to Epel’s praise before there was a finger between his legs, poking experimentally at his entrance. His muffled noises of protest quickly melted into whimpers as Epel began to tease the tip of his finger past the tight ring of muscle. Rollo felt the familiar burn of being stretched, even with the lubricant left over from Riddle’s session, and immediately clenched around the intrusion.

Epel clucked his tongue as if disappointed and slid his finger back out. “Looks like Riddle went easy on ya. Yer gonna need s’more prep if yer gonna be takin’ my cock.”

The small bottle of lube then made another appearance, with Epel snatching it off of the bedside table where Riddle had left it. Epel quickly slicked up his fingers, oblivious to the mess the excess was making on the sheets underneath him. He was not nearly as precise or meticulous as Riddle had been, and Rollo feared for what might happen once those fingers were inside him. Epel didn’t seem patient enough to be gentle.

Rollo hissed behind his gag when he felt Epel’s fingers, now wet and slightly colder from the lube, slip back between his legs‒ Epel hadn’t even bothered to warm the liquid up the way Riddle had, the brute. He tried to snap his legs shut on instinct but was foiled by the ropes tied snugly around his thighs and ankles, leaving him with no choice but to take it.

Epel’s fingers were calloused and his movements rough, not even giving Rollo a moment to breathe. The moment he adjusted to having one finger inside him, Epel added a second; it was as if he could sense the perfect moment to catch Rollo off-guard. It was overwhelming in a way that quickly left Rollo a moaning, drooling mess.

Despite his best efforts to remain composed, it seemed Rollo was doomed to this fate, and‒ try as he might to deny it‒ he was starting to become addicted to the feelings he’d repressed for so long.

Epel was now pumping three fingers in and out of Rollo’s hole and the resulting wet, sloppy sounds were almost hypnotic. Every so often he would bump up against that special spot inside of him, causing his cock to twitch eagerly. Rollo was so hard it was painful. He wanted nothing more than to be touched, to touch himself even, but his hands were quite literally tied. All he could do was lie there and take whatever Epel gave him.

“Yer openin’ up real nice on my fingers,” Epel purred, slowing his rhythm for a mere moment before speeding up again, causing Rollo to squirm in his bindings. Rollo’s moans were muffled by the gag in his mouth, his eyes rolling back into his head as he writhed with pleasure. “S’like somethin’ outta a porno. Yer body’s beggin’ for it.”

The twisted praise went straight to Rollo’s cock. It was only a matter of time before the Night Raven boys transformed him into a creature of pleasure, thinking nothing of shame or dignity, only of lust and desire.

Rollo couldn’t tell anymore if the way his heart raced was due to terror or thrill. 

“Ah like ya much better like this. Such a powerful guy, all hot n’ bothered n’ at my mercy. All mine for the takin’. Ah could do whatever Ah wanted to ya, n’ Ah betcha you’d like it.” As he spoke, Epel pulled his fingers out of Rollo, moving his hand up to wrap it around Rollo’s cock. 

Epel’s lube-slick fingers were still a bit cold, and it was almost refreshing when he began to stroke Rollo’s cock in a slow, steady rhythm. It was exactly what he wanted and yet it still wasn’t enough. Rollo knew he wouldn’t be able to reach his climax so long as Riddle’s magic ring stayed in place, but he couldn’t keep his hips from bucking up into Epel’s hand, futilely chasing his own pleasure.

Epel pulled his hand away far too soon, smirking when he heard Rollo whine from behind his gag. “Poor li’l thing, so desperate to cum, aren’tcha? Well, yer jus’ gonna have t’ be patient. Real patient.”

Now that Rollo’s legs had been bound, there was no way for him to fight back when Epel grabbed him by the waist, even if he had wanted to. The other boy flipped him onto his front easily, lifting his hips so that Rollo was propped up on his knees, his rear on display. His arms remained bound uselessly behind his back, giving Rollo no way to support his upper body, his face pressed into the bed underneath him. 

Rollo turned his head to the side to avoid being suffocated, though perhaps that would’ve been preferable to the burning-hot shame he felt over being forced to present himself in such a bestial fashion. At least, he wanted to believe the warmth curling in his gut was shame; he shouldn’t be aroused by the idea of being mounted like an animal in heat. The longer this went on, however, the harder it became for Rollo to distinguish the two feelings.

“You’ve got a pretty cute ass, y’know. Shame you insist on hidin’ it under that robe.” Epel kneaded Rollo’s ass cheeks in his hands, spreading them apart to tease at the edge of his slick, open hole.

How humiliating. Rollo felt his hips cant back into Epel’s touch.

“Mm, eager, are ya? Dirty li’l whore.” Epel gripped Rollo’s hips hard enough to bruise as he slid inside, fully sheathing himself in one swift movement, knocking the breath out of Rollo. “So desperate for my cock.”

Rollo didn’t protest‒ couldn’t, with the gag lodged firmly between his teeth, but he wasn’t sure he would’ve even if it were removed. It just felt so mind-numbingly good to be filled like this, to have his prostate stimulated until his head was swimming, so lost in pleasure that his aching cock was almost forgotten.

Almost. It was difficult to ignore the way it bobbed between his legs with each thrust of Epel’s hips, even if Rollo knew it wouldn’t be receiving any attention anytime soon.

Epel’s pace was punishing, his hips slamming against the backs of Rollo’s thighs hard enough to sting. Paired with the stretch of being opened up on such a large cock, it should’ve been painful, but all Rollo could process was white-hot pleasure.

Being bound so tightly meant that there was nothing Rollo could do to control any of it. Epel was right: Rollo was completely at his mercy. For the time being, he was simply a hole for Epel to use. He should’ve been disgusted by the thought but the rough, rhythmic motions of Epel’s cock left him unable to process much more than the sensation of being penetrated and the ropes against his skin.

The small part of Rollo’s mind that was still coherent wondered why Epel’s cock wasn’t vibrating the way Riddle’s had. An even smaller part was disappointed by it.

“Yer so fuckin’ hot like this,” Epel panted. His body was draped on top of Rollo’s now, arms wrapped around Rollo’s middle as he fucked in and out of him. His breath tickled the back of Rollo’s neck. “Like you were made fer this, made to please other men. Maybe ya should quit yer whole student council gig n’ start workin’ as Noble Bell’s local whore. Betcha’d get real popular that way.”

The mere suggestion that he abandon his duties as student council president in favor of freely giving himself to his peers, allowing them to use him as they saw fit, was utterly depraved. To propose that he tempt his classmates into such vulgarity, to encourage it‒ it was simply inconceivable. 

The thought of being taken over and over, surrendering to pleasure without a care in the world, made Rollo moan behind his gag and buck back against Epel, taking the other boy’s cock deeper inside him.

“Good boy,” Epel praised, sending a shiver down Rollo’s spine. “Ya like bein’ told how good n’ pretty you are, huh? S’turnin’ me on somethin’ fierce.” His voice sounded ragged, his words coming out between gasps. 

Rollo heard a snap of fingers behind him and felt the silicone cock inside him whirr to life as if by magic, which it likely was. Rollo couldn’t even find it in himself to care. His mind was too overcome by sensation, having finally gotten the kind of stimulation it had been craving. He moaned, his eyes rolling back and drool leaking from the corner of his mouth, so lost in pleasure that he hardly even noticed that Epel had stopped moving.

“Feels good, don’t it? Tha’s right, let yerself enjoy it.” Epel reached up and tangled his fingers in Rollo’s silver hair, half petting and half tugging. “Guh… good boy.” 

Rollo felt the hand in his hair tighten at the same instant that Epel slammed back inside him, nailing his prostate and making Rollo arch his back prettily. The moans coming from the boy behind him crescendoed into an echoing shout as he reached his climax. The small part of Rollo that was still capable of complex thought was very glad that everyone else was still downstairs and safely out of earshot.

“So gorgeous,” Epel purred, releasing his grip on Rollo’s hair before pulling out and switching off the vibrator. He gave Rollo a quick pet on the head as he caught his breath, brushing his tousled hair back into place. “Ya did such a good job.”

Rollo felt himself lean into Epel’s touch, preening at his praise like a spoiled housecat. He shouldn’t have been proud to be praised for something so debauched as helping another man orgasm but felt the warm sensation blooming in his chest regardless.

Once he’d recovered, Epel flipped Rollo back onto his back, nudging his bound legs open enough to admire his fucked-out hole with a satisfied smirk. “If that didn’t getcha prepped enough, I dunno what will.” He poked the tip of his index finger back inside for a moment, earning a pitiful whimper from Rollo, before pulling it back out. He then turned away to remove his harness, leaving Rollo still bound and lying helpless on the mattress.

As Rollo started to regain his higher mental faculties, he couldn’t help but curse himself for giving in to two different Night Raven boys. It seemed they had a knack for getting at the darkest recesses of his desires; Rollo was simply no match for them.

He could do nothing but watch as Epel slipped back into his masquerade outfit, layer by layer. Rollo was envious at how easily Epel seemed to have recovered from their liaison, while he himself was still struggling to catch his breath, his skin flushed hot under the crimson ropes still binding him. He briefly wondered how often Epel and the other Night Raven students engaged in activities like this‒ or rather, one draconic student in particular.

That dangerous train of thought was brought to an abrupt halt when there came a knock on the bedroom door. Rollo stiffened in alarm.

Maybe Epel had been louder than he’d thought.

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Worst-case scenarios raced through Rollo’s mind as Epel approached the door. What if one of his peers was waiting in the hallway, having noticed his absence or‒ even worse‒ heard Epel’s moans of pleasure? What if it was one of his fellow student council members? His reputation would be ruined! Surely he wouldn’t be permitted to keep his seat as president following a scandal like this. 

Or it could be a professor. The thought chilled Rollo to the bone. Would he be expelled for engaging in such depravity on school grounds? 

Rollo found it baffling how little Epel seemed to consider the consequences as he made his way across the room, unlocking the door and turning the knob without a moment’s hesitation. Had he no shame? No, likely not.

Epel threw the door wide open, apparently indifferent to the fact that doing so would give whoever was in the hallway a clear view of Rollo bound and gagged on the bed, his legs spread wide. It wouldn’t have been hard to guess what exactly was going on.

In a panic, Rollo sat up to get a glimpse of who Epel had just exposed him to.

Deuce Spade was standing in the doorway looking sheepish. Rollo sighed and felt all the tension melt out of his body instantly. For once, he was relieved to see a Night Raven College student.

“Sorry. I, uh… didn’t mean to interrupt.” It was clear that Deuce was speaking to Epel, but his eyes kept drifting back to Rollo. He was visibly flustered, his cheeks flushing red to match the ropes on Rollo’s body. “I figured you’d be done by now.”

“Oh, we are. Just got done actually.” Epel finished adjusting the jabot around his neck and looked up at Deuce, his eyes glinting mischievously. “He’s all yours.”

Rollo could only watch helplessly as Epel gathered up the rest of his accessories and headed back to the door where Deuce was waiting. Did he have no intention to untie Rollo first? Evidently not, as his grunts of protest were soundly ignored.

As Epel passed Deuce in the doorway, he stopped, grabbing the other freshman by his ornately embroidered collar and tugging him into a rough kiss. “Enjoy my sloppy seconds,” he said as he pulled away, a crooked grin on his glistening lips. 

Rollo immediately bristled at the words, tugging frustratedly at the crimson ropes around his wrists. He would’ve protested if it weren’t for the gag between his teeth. How dare that ruffian speak about him as if he were merely an object!

And how dare his dick twitch at such an unseemly thought!

Deuce’s eyes were locked on Epel until he disappeared down the hall, and even then it took a moment for him to recover and shift his focus back to Rollo. He shook himself back to the present and started towards the bed before remembering the still-open door and turning back to shut it.

He almost seemed nervous as he approached Rollo. It made Rollo’s chest warm in an entirely new and unwelcome way. 

Deuce stopped at the foot of the bed, eyes raking over Rollo’s body as he took in the intricate ropework decorating his pale skin. “Um… hey.”

Rollo raised an eyebrow at Deuce. Surely he didn't expect to receive a response even though Rollo was still gagged, did he?

Deuce stared at him for a moment, apparently expecting exactly that, before realizing the issue with that logic. “Oh, right. That,” he said, looking embarrassed. “Sorry.” He moved up the side of the bed, reaching out to undo the leather straps of the gag.

Deuce’s hands were strong but his touch was gentle, careful not to pull too tight as he undid the buckle and removed the silicone contraption from Rollo’s mouth. It fell easily from between his lips, a string of spit still connecting it to his tongue. 

“Better?” Deuce asked, setting the gag on the bedside table with all the other used toys. 

Rollo was relieved he didn’t seem interested in reinserting it; his jaw ached from the position he’d been forced to hold it in. “Yes.” He paused, hesitant to say anything more, but eventually forced out a “...Thank you.”

Deuce’s face lit up, apparently not expecting Rollo’s expression of gratitude. He reminded Rollo a bit of an excited puppy, and he hated the gooey sensation that formed in his chest at the thought. “Of course. I figured you could probably use a bit of a break, and judging by all this ‒” he gestured to the ropes still binding Rollo’s limbs‒ “I think I was right.”

“Indeed.” Rollo looked up at Deuce, trying to keep his expression disinterested. “Now if you would be so kind as to untie me.”

Deuce leaned in to squint at the knots keeping Rollo’s legs in place, then rolled him onto his side to inspect the ropes woven around his arms. He spent long enough staring that Rollo began to get suspicious.

“Okay, so here’s the thing.” Deuce gently shifted Rollo back into a prone position, looking down at him with a sheepish expression that made him dread what he would say next. “I don’t know how.”

Of course. Why had he expected anything different? “Surely you must be joking.”

“Listen, Epel’s way better with complicated knots than I am,” Deuce began, desperately trying to save face. “Normally I would just hack them apart, but those ropes aren’t mine and I think my housewarden would be really mad if I tore them up without asking.” 

Rollo heaved an exasperated sigh, fidgeting uncomfortably in his bonds. Somehow knowing he wouldn’t be released anytime soon made the ropes around his body feel even tighter.

Deuce’s reaction almost made Rollo feel guilty. “I-I’m sorry!” he stammered out. “Here, I’ll try and see if I can figure it out, okay?”

Before Rollo could respond, Deuce had clambered his way onto the bed, not even taking the time to remove his boots beforehand. Rollo cringed when they made contact with the bedsheets, an expression Deuce mistook for apprehension.

“I promise I’ll be gentle,” Deuce said, settling between Rollo’s legs to pull at the knots nestled between his thighs and ankles. He seemed almost hesitant to touch Rollo, as if he was afraid of doing something wrong. Each time his fingers brushed skin, he would pull away as if burned and glance nervously up at Rollo’s face. 

Rollo concluded that this would go nowhere if Deuce kept halting his progress to check on him. “You have permission to touch me if you need to,” Rollo told him, trying not to sound too harsh. “You needn’t be so nervous. It’s not as if I can do anything to you when I’m incapacitated like this.”

“I know, I just want you to enjoy yourself too. It’s more fun that way.” Deuce gave the rope around Rollo’s left leg a tug, trying to loosen the knot. Instead, Rollo winced, and Deuce immediately let go. “Ah, sorry! Maybe it’d be easier to untie your arms first so you can help me.”

Rollo bit back a sarcastic retort as Deuce crawled further up the mattress, holding himself over Rollo on his hands and knees. He felt caged by the other boy’s body as Deuce reached underneath him to grab at the ropes around his arms. He started to say something about how much more efficient it would be if Deuce would flip him onto his stomach rather than fumbling blindly, but the words got caught in his throat when he looked up and saw Deuce staring down at him.

Deuce had gone completely still, no longer focused on undoing the ropes; instead, his eyes were locked on Rollo’s face as if spellbound. 

Rollo wasn’t used to being looked at that way, his cheeks flushing pink under the attention. “Did you need something?” he asked once he’d found his voice again. 

Deuce blinked a few times as if breaking out of a trance. “No, sorry… you’re just really pretty.” He gave Rollo a frustratingly charming smile that made his heart somersault in his chest.

Rollo turned his face away in a desperate attempt to hide his growing blush from Deuce.

“You don’t have to be so shy about it.” Deuce’s mouth was right next to his ear, his voice sending a shudder through Rollo’s body. Then, that mouth was on his neck, licking a hot stripe up the side before moving back in to kiss the sensitive skin. Even the nips of teeth against his jugular were surprisingly gentle, more grazes than bites.

A fleeting thought of draconic fangs flashed through his mind. For a moment, Rollo wondered if he would be this gentle, or if he would simply take what he wanted without such formalities, though Deuce’s ministrations prevented him from pondering this any further.

Deuce sealed his lips around the skin of Rollo’s neck and sucked, hard enough to leave a mark. Rollo gasped, squirming as his nerves tried to adjust to the new sensation. On instinct, he tucked his chin in towards his collarbone, only to feel Deuce’s hand in his hair a moment later. He didn’t even close his fist in Rollo’s silvery locks, just stroked his head until he relaxed.

Deuce’s gentle compliments and tender touches were a stark contrast to the way Riddle and Epel had treated him, so much so that Rollo was surprised when he felt his cock twitch as Deuce lavished his neck with attention.

How irritating. Just as Rollo would become accustomed to being treated one way, he’d be passed off to another boy whose demeanor was entirely different. With new things being thrown at him with every session, it was impossible for him to adjust in time to be unaffected. It was almost as if they’d purposefully planned it this way, to keep Rollo on his toes.

Of course they had, the villains.

Rollo yelped when he felt Deuce’s fingers close around one of his nipples, expecting a painful pinch like the one Epel had given him. Instead, Deuce began to roll it between his fingers, applying enough pressure to be felt but not enough to hurt. Rollo had never had his chest played with before, but he soon found himself whimpering and pressing up into Deuce’s touch.

Deuce pulled away with a wet pop from where he’d been sucking on Rollo’s neck. “Wow, you’re sensitive, huh?” He brought his other hand up to give Rollo’s other nipple some attention as well, causing him to whine and arch his back. “That’s really sexy.”

Pleasure continued to build in his chest as Deuce massaged it between his strong hands, moving back to tweak his nipples every so often and make him whine again. Rollo could feel it, along with Deuce’s praise, go straight to his cock. Much to Rollo’s horror, it gave another eager twitch, brushing against the front of Deuce’s pants.

Deuce didn’t seem to mind‒ quite the opposite, actually. The friction made him moan and rut forward against Rollo, his breath coming out in gasps. “God, you’re so h… hot.” He ducked his head down to lick across Rollo’s chest, taking one of his nipples in his mouth and sucking.

“Oh, God!” Rollo cried. He felt Deuce moving against his body, exploring with his hands and mouth while grinding the stiff fabric of his trousers against Rollo’s aching erection. Rollo’s own body was extremely receptive to the attention, leaning into Deuce’s touch wherever he felt it and bucking his hips up towards Deuce’s heat.

“I don’t think I can wait anymore,” Deuce groaned. “I wanna be inside you already.”

Just those words made Rollo moan, his entrance clenching in anticipation. Only a quarter of the way through the evening and already he was behaving so whorishly! Rollo should’ve been ashamed of himself, but as Deuce pulled away all he could think about was how badly he missed having the other boy on top of him. 

He must’ve whimpered without realizing, as Deuce glanced over his shoulder to reassure him. “It’s alright, I’ll only be a second.” The smile he gave Rollo before turning back to the wardrobe made Rollo’s stomach flutter. Even consumed by lust, Deuce remained focused on Rollo and his comfort. It was quite endearing‒ cute, even‒ though Rollo was loath to admit it.

As promised, Rollo didn’t have to wait long for Deuce to step back into view. Like Riddle, he had opted to remain clothed from the waist up. However, Deuce did not wear a harness; instead, Rollo was treated to a full view of the folds between the other boy’s legs, framed by dark hair in the shape of a spade. Rollo had no experience with this… equipment outside of the diagrams he’d seen in anatomy books. This hadn’t been an issue before with Riddle and Epel’s prosthetics, but Deuce seemed to have a different plan in mind.

Rollo had to admit he was fascinated: Deuce’s clit was larger and more prominent than the ones he’d seen in textbooks. It twitched in the cold air of the room, not unlike Rollo’s own erection, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away. Distantly, Rollo remembered that it was rude to stare and attempted to avert his gaze, face flushed.

“You can stare if you want,” Deuce chuckled. He looked quite pleased by the attention, if a bit flustered, which alleviated Rollo’s guilt somewhat.

“I apologize. I hadn’t intended to gawk.” Rollo chose his words carefully, not wanting to say anything insensitive by mistake. “I’m simply unfamiliar with how to approach this particular situation.”

“Don’t worry, it won’t be too different from the strap-ons. I just prefer to use this.” Deuce then produced a toy from behind his back: it looked like two cocks mounted together, with one bent into a sharp curve. It was also a gaudy bright blue, unlike the more realistic skin tone of the previous toys‒ a truly baffling choice, in Rollo’s opinion.

“And how exactly does this work?” 

Deuce smirked, setting the toy on the mattress for Rollo to inspect‒ not that he could do much of that while tied up. “It’s much easier if I show you,” he replied, popping open the bottle of lube with a familiar click.

Rollo watched closely, mouth dry, while Deuce slicked up his hand and started spreading lube over the bent end of the contraption. His movements were clumsy and eager, like if he waited even a moment longer to ravish Rollo he would vanish. It was flattering to be desired this strongly. 

Not that Rollo enjoyed being viewed in such a perverse manner‒ or that’s what he told himself, at least.

When Deuce’s hand slowed on the toy, Rollo shut his eyes in anticipation, waiting to be penetrated, but the sensation never came. Instead, he heard a few wet noises and a breathy moan come from Deuce’s direction. Confused, he cracked one eye open to see what was going on.

On the mattress in front of Rollo, Deuce had settled on his knees and was slowly working himself open with his fingers, preparing to take the lubed-up end of the toy. It slid easily inside him, causing him to moan and buck his hips down against the ridged blue silicone.

Rollo flushed red down to his chest, both eyes having snapped open as he observed the scene before him. Watching another man finger himself wasn’t something he’d ever experienced before; he felt as if he were intruding, but couldn’t bring himself to look away.

With the toy now settled inside Deuce, the other end jutted from between his hips in a way that would’ve looked natural if not for the color. “Mm… make a little more sense now?” he asked, flushed and a bit breathless.

Rollo swallowed and wet his lips before speaking. “Yes, I believe it does.” He couldn’t tear his gaze from the cock between Deuce’s thighs any more than he could force away the thoughts wondering what it would feel like inside him.

Already Rollo was starting to crave the sensation of being fucked. It was getting difficult for him to think of much else.

“In that case, I’d like it if you rode me.” 

Rollo raised an eyebrow. “‘Rode’?” Surely Deuce didn’t mean that he wanted Rollo sitting side-saddle on his back as he crawled around the room. He couldn’t see how anyone could find that sexually gratifying, though admittedly he hadn’t thought having his nipples toyed with would be pleasurable either.

“Y’know, like… I’ll lay on my back and you’ll f-fuck yourself on my cock.” Still so sheepish. Still so infuriatingly cute.

Rollo ignored Deuce’s vulgar phrasing, afraid he might give away how much he liked it, and glanced unsubtly down at his bound legs. “And how exactly would you have me do that?”

Deuce seemed unbothered, instead grinning down at Rollo. Apparently, he’d thought things through this time. “Leave that to me.”

As Deuce began to advance on him, Rollo concluded that he must’ve given up on trying to undo Epel’s handiwork. Either that or he had forgotten about his offer entirely, which seemed more likely. Regardless, Rollo resigned himself to another session spent tied up and helpless like a damsel in distress. Try as he might to be irritated by this turn of events, Rollo couldn’t suppress the thrill that shot past his navel as he shifted in his restraints.

Deuce looped his arms around Rollo’s waist and hauled him into a kneeling position, giving each of the red marks he’d left on Rollo’s neck a kiss as if to soothe them. Rollo tried to ignore the way the tender gesture made his heart jump and his cheeks burn. 

“Do you think you can keep yourself steady while I get settled?” Deuce asked, pulling away to look into Rollo’s eyes. His hands hadn’t moved from their place at Rollo’s waist and the heat from his palms was making it hard for Rollo to focus.

Rollo gave a vague nod, not entirely sure what he had just agreed to. He whined when Deuce released him, but managed to stay upright without Deuce’s arms or his own for support. He watched as Deuce flipped onto his back, resting his head against the pillows arranged by the headboard. He poured another generous amount of lube onto his hand, slicking up his cock. He moaned as he shifted the other end inside himself, adjusting it to ensure it was stable before they continued.

Once he was satisfied with his position, Deuce looked up at Rollo through half-lidded blue eyes, smiling salaciously. “Good boy,” he praised, making Rollo shiver. “You look so sexy waiting patiently for my cock. C’mere.”

Red-faced and panting, Rollo scooted on his knees towards Deuce, his erection bobbing between his legs with every movement. Just as he felt himself start to topple forward, Deuce’s hands were at his waist again, steadying him. Those hands then began to inch downward, kneading eagerly at Rollo’s ass. One lubed-up finger probed between his cheeks, sliding inside of him with no resistance, and was quickly followed by a second.

“Damn, you’re loose.”

Rollo tensed at the words, the tips of his ears burning. Loose, like some cock-craving harlot. Degrading. Humiliating. Dreadfully arousing. Perhaps he was a harlot.

“Don’t look so embarrassed.” The grip on Rollo’s ass relented. Deuce brought his clean hand up to stroke Rollo’s blushing cheekbone with his thumb, and Rollo felt himself unconsciously nuzzling against it. “That just means it’ll hurt less, so you can focus on the pleasure.”

He had a point, damn him.

Rollo allowed Deuce to lift his left leg by the coil of rope knotted around it. Shockingly, he found that he trusted Deuce not to let him fall as the other boy guided him to straddle his waist. Him, trusting a mage? Surely a pig must’ve sprouted wings somewhere.

The thought was knocked out of Rollo’s head when he felt Deuce shift him forward so that their cocks were touching. The pressure on his aching erection wrenched a moan from Rollo’s mouth and a twitch of his hips as he tried to rut against Deuce, his efforts halted by the ropes around his thighs.

“Two guys already and still not allowed to cum, huh? You must be super sensitive.” Deuce ran his fingers feather-light up the side of Rollo’s cock, making him whine and shudder. “I’ll make you feel so good you won’t even mind the ring,” he promised. Then his hands were back on Rollo’s hips, his grip firm but not bruising like Epel’s had been. He lifted Rollo like he weighed nothing, lining himself up with Rollo’s already slick entrance. 

“Ready?” Deuce looked up at him expectantly.

Rollo exhaled shakily, trying to relax. He gave a curt nod, blushing from the tips of his ears to his chest. Reluctant as he was, this encounter wouldn’t go anywhere if he refused to respond.

Deuce lowered Rollo onto his cock slowly rather than sheathing himself all at once, the head of the toy breaching Rollo’s hole before sliding further in, inch by excruciating inch.

Silently, Rollo wished he would get a move on. It was to get things over with, he told himself, refusing to admit the truth: that he liked being taken fast and rough, that it was always how things happened when Rollo fantasized about him .

Rollo clenched around Deuce’s cock with a gasp, overcome by arousal from the image that sprang into his mind of bright green eyes and a curtain of dark hair looming over him.

The toy must’ve shifted against Deuce in response, as he gave a gasp of his own, grinding his hips up against the silicone and forcing his cock further inside Rollo. “D-does it feel good?” he panted. 

Rollo was loath to admit to feeling anything positive about these little rendezvous, but Deuce’s expression was like a puppy begging for table scraps. Rollo felt his heart squeeze inside his chest and the words, “Yes, so good…” fell from his lips.

Deuce grinned up at Rollo as he fully seated himself inside, Rollo’s ass bumping against his hips. “How about now?” His expression turned cheeky and he thrust upward, ramming his cock against Rollo’s prostate.

“Y-yes! Oh, yes!” Rollo hadn’t even hesitated that time. He was becoming so lecherous, and it was all the fault of these damned Night Raven boys!

“You feel so good around me. So eager,” Deuce moaned, his arousal further stoked by Rollo’s praise. Slowly, he lifted Rollo almost completely off of his cock before plunging back inside.

Rollo couldn’t keep quiet, another moan torn from his throat. It felt too good to be taken this way, moved up and down on Deuce’s cock by the other boy’s hands. His whole body had started to tingle, though he wasn’t sure if it was due to his arousal or a mild loss of circulation.

Rollo had lost count of how many times he’d been fucked by the time Deuce released his waist and left Rollo straddling his stomach, cock still buried inside him. He looked down at the other boy, forcing his eyes to refocus, and licked the drool from the corner of his mouth before opening it to ask why he’d dared to stop.

Deuce cut him off. “It’s your turn now,” he said, answering Rollo’s question before he’d even voiced it. “Go on, ride me. I wanna watch.”

“We already discussed this. There’s no way for me to‒ ngh!”

Deuce had moved one of his hands down to stroke Rollo’s neglected cock, transforming Rollo’s words of protest into desperate moans. 

Rollo instantly felt himself trying to thrust into Deuce’s hand. He shifted his hips as much as he could, feeling Deuce’s cock bump against his insides. The movement made Deuce gasp and tighten his grip, his hand going still on Rollo’s cock and his fingers digging into Rollo’s left hip. Rollo could feel him grinding against the base of the toy. His pace was uneven, almost torturous, stroking Rollo and thrusting into him at random intervals. Every so often he would go still, so focused on the pressure against his clit that all else slipped his mind. 

“More.” The word was a whisper from Rollo’s lips, as if he hadn’t meant to do more than think it.

Deuce froze. “Huh?”

“ More .” Louder this time. Rollo’s voice was strained as though he’d had to fight to get the word out, but now that the floodgates had been opened, he was powerless to stop them. “Harder. Faster. Please.”

“Mm, how can I say no when you asked so nicely?” Deuce purred. Both hands went back to Rollo’s waist, holding him firmly as he began to fuck up into him once more, his previous request forgotten in favor of pleasing Rollo. It was fast and hard just like Rollo wanted, his cock bobbing between his legs with every thrust and his mind quickly turning to mush. The rapid assault on his prostate was exactly what he’d been craving.

God, how he wanted to cum already.

He was sure he would’ve by now had he been capable of doing so. Every slap of Deuce’s hips against his ass sent pleasure sparking through his body like hot embers. His cock was at just the right angle to hit every spot that drove Rollo wild, and he couldn’t bite back his animalistic sounds of pleasure.

Rollo’s growls and moans seemed to fuel Deuce further‒ the louder Rollo was, the harder Deuce would fuck him, rewarding him for being so eager. The way Deuce’s face twisted in ecstasy with every noise made it seem as if he was getting off on pleasing Rollo.

Deuce quickly confirmed those suspicions. “T-tell me how good you feel,” he gasped out between breaths. “Tell me I’m doing good. Please.”

Rollo’s head was swimming with pleasure and the force of Deuce’s pleading puppy-dog eyes. “Amazing, Deuce.” Praise was not something Rollo gave lightly, but he was so lost in the moment that it tumbled easily from his mouth. “So good.”

Deuce went still inside him. For a moment, Rollo was afraid he’d done something wrong, but then he felt Deuce’s hips spasm underneath him, followed by a low moan of pleasure. Rollo’s words had just helped him climax. 

It was quite flattering, Rollo had to admit.

After Deuce had ridden out the aftershocks of his orgasm, he carefully lifted Rollo off of his cock and settled him onto the mattress, pulling him down to lay beside him. He adjusted Rollo into a somewhat comfortable position before leaning over to rub their cheeks together.

“That was awesome. Thank you,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to Rollo’s lips. “You’re gorgeous when you let yourself go.”

Rollo wasn’t sure what to say to that, but it didn’t seem that Deuce had expected a response. Instead, he’d wrapped his arms around Rollo’s shoulders and pulled him close, nuzzling his face into the crook of Rollo’s neck. 

So he was a cuddler. How ridiculous.

Blushing, Rollo settled himself further into Deuce’s embrace. Only three boys in and he was already growing tired‒ unacceptable, given that there were many more to come. He needed to keep his energy up if he was to finish these meetings promptly. Surely there was no harm in letting his eyelids slip closed just for a few minutes…