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TABOO

Most societies have certain mores that are unspoken rules; humanity itself even has such conventions, grilled subconsciously into our minds for our own safety. Don't go out alone at night. Avoid getting wet when it's cold. Don't pick fights with those stronger than you...okay, some of us missed the boat on the last one, but the point still stands. Society's rules tend to be more variable, though they apply to most aspects of life - including sex. In fact, bending the rules on what's considered acceptable in romance and sexual encounters can lead to anything from ostracization to death, depending on the time and culture.

So, play it close to the chest if you're going to do a big, big, big t a b o o. Is it worth the risk?

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A G E ( DIFFERENCE ) - light of my life, fire of my loins. you're supposed to stick to those your own age, but you can't resist.
I N C E S T - you're of the same blood, yet something draws you together. you'll keep your secret thicker than water.
C H E A T I N G - when you were young, they should have taught you to not take things that belong to other people.
I N ( PUBLIC ) - to involve unsuspecting others in your sex is insidious, but you can't resist it.
S U P E R F L U O U S - some conservative societies view sex outside procreational purposes as taboo. that means anal, oral, and toys are all no-go.
F I X A T I O N - you're nearly obsessed with one part of your partner - breasts, ass, lips...whatever the case may be, you always focus on that.
D E V I A N C Y ( IN SUBURBIA ) - there are some things that should be sacred. the home should be one of those. should.
S I Z E - pick on someone your own size. couples with large size difference, be it height or weight, can be looked down upon; don't let that get you down.
P H O B I A - unfortunately, in some societies, being with someone of the same gender is a taboo, no matter how much progress the modern world has made.
F E T I S H - some just can't get off without their fetish, and the varieties run the gamut: feet, crossdressing, autoerotic asphyxiation, foodplay, bondage...it goes on and on.
U N E X P E C T E D ( DOMINATION/SUBMISSION ) - the masculine must be dominant. the feminine must be submissive. what if you're dominant in life, though, and just want to be submissive in the bedroom.
V I O L E N T - more than mere lover's spats, what goes on between you two is dangerous. if people knew, they'd be horrified. still, you can't stop.
F O R B I D D E N ( LOVE ) - your relationship may be taboo, but there's genuine love in your copulation. this isn't merely a thrill.
L O O S E - monogamy isn't what you're after. no matter how looked down upon it is, you're going to have fun while you can.
S T U D E N T / T E A C H E R - what goes on between the sheets is not an appropriate subject matter to teach. there's so much to lose; is it a smart game to play?
A U T H O R I T Y - perhaps they're the boss, the president, the king, but you, you're a lowly peon. are they using their powers over you or is this something you both want?
I N T E R S P E C I E S - kind finds kind, and don't you be a traitor by being with one of them.
B E S T I A L I T Y - one of the most primal taboos. will you go into that moral wilderness?
S O C I A L ( CLASS ) - the rich. the poor. it's like they're in two different worlds. what will the uppercrust say if they saw their golden child with a tramp?
C E L I B A C Y - you are supposed to keep your chastity, but things are never that easy.
S T O C K H O L M - prisoners should never fall for their guards.
D U T I E S - whether it be saving the world or being the world's best bodyguard, your sworn quest and purpose keeps you from enjoying the sins of the flesh - especially with your charges.
I N N O C E N C E - one of you is much more worldly, and to ruin the "innocence" of the other feels unclean.
F E R T I L E - you aren't supposed to find mothers or fathers sexually alluring. however, there's something so enticing about fertility...perhaps even pregnancy.
C O R R U P T I O N - society expects you to treat your partner well, not try to destroy them through sexual degradation.
N O N C O N S E N S U A L - consent is rightfully important to a healthy sexual relationship. to break that trust is taboo.

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Midorijima High was, in a word: boring. Most kids who went there only did so because they lived close. It wasn't a place you sent your kids if they had aspirations; it was the place you sent them if they were delinquents or you couldn't afford better. While the principal of the school, Toue-sensei, ran a tight ship, he was also oblivious to the underground fights that occurred on a daily basis in the school's forgotten basement.

It was more or less the upperclassmen against the first years, and the leader of the worst of the gangs was Mink. Though he seemed like a loner, his Scratch Gang was never far away, and he sat by during most of the fights, watching with waning interest as the underclassmen were bullied and shoved around.

This fight, though. Something was different. Mink wound up watching with a little keener interest, because...this boy was fighting back.

It was like an initiation of sorts, Aoba figured. He didn't really plan to join the fights, even when he found out the rumors about the basement were true, but there needed to be enough first years to entertain the upperclassmen - by being beaten to a pulp, mostly - and when there weren't enough volunteers, 'volunteers' were found.

That was fine. Aoba hadn't planned this, but... he didn't try to get away. If they wanted a fight, they could get it. He refused to run, and he wouldn't simply stand there and let them beat him up.

So get a fight, they did. Nobody seemed to expect much of the slender boy with the long hair, but first one, then another upperclassmen ended up writhing on the floor. The third opponent was better prepared, and Aoba didn't get out of the fight entirely unscathed - he'd have to tell granny he'd walked into a door, or something - but he still won in the end.

Now he stands there, hoping the upperclassmen will call it a day, but even Aoba can tell the atmosphere has begun to change. Most likely, opposition was not only unexpected, but disapproved of.

Well, tough for them.

It's impressive, actually. While most of the other guys in Scratch get off on seeing the guys go down without a fight, curl into themselves and whimper for their mothers, Mink preferred the latter. What got him off was a good fight, actual resistance.

And this kid with the long blue hair and slender body was just the thing to relieve his boredom.

"Oi," he called, standing for the first time during the entire fight. He cast an imposing figure at his full height, with those dreds and his foreign appearance. "What's your name?"

Aoba hadn't been paying much attention to the head of Scratch, if only because the guy had been sitting - and Aoba'd been a little busy with the people actually in the fight. But when Mink talked, people listened, and Aoba was no exception. His eyes turned in Mink's direction, just like many other people's did, either in curiosity or in fear.

Aoba hadn't really expected Mink to be talking to him. It was kind of terrifying, finding the almost legendary gang leader looking back at him.

"... Aoba." He didn't sound as confident as he would have liked, but at least he managed, somehow, not to look away, though he hung his head a little under the weight of Mink's gaze.

Mink stepped closer and closer, waiting for the moment when Aoba lowered his gaze. Like a cornered mouse up against a big cat preying on him when he knew he was a goner. Mink continued to advance a little further, waiting to see if Aoba would back up right against the wall for him, or if he'd have to haul the boy up off his feet and slam him into it.

"Do you know why you were chosen to come down here, Aoba?"

To Aoba's credit, as nervous as he was, he only looked away when Mink was right in front of him, Aoba's eyes coming to rest on that massive chest - which didn't exactly make him feel any better about the position he'd somehow found himself in. It took all his courage, but he didn't back up, even then. That said, if Mink bumped into him, Aoba would stumble back without resistance.

'Why'? Wasn't that a stupid question? Aoba thought it was, but like hell could he say as much. Not only did he like being alive, but it was hard to be tough when facing someone like Mink. "To... fight, of course." Though he tried to stand by his opinion, he'd do pretty much anything to avoid making eye contact if he could.

Mink exhales. The smell of cinnamon wafts through the air between them. 'To fight', he'd said. What an idiot.

Reaching out, it won't matter if Aoba fights back now or not. There's a reason Mink leads the gang, hell the whole school, and that's because he's bigger than everyone else. Stronger. Meaner. Crueler. Willing to do the things everyone else only plays at. Grabbing Aoba around his neck, he lifts him off his feet and slams him into the wall, holding him up at eye level to make eye contact easier for the kid.

"You're here because we're bored, and you're our plaything. So when the plaything isn't entertaining anymore, we have to change the game to suit the adjustment."

Aoba doesn't fight back, as it happens: Mink is fast, and Aoba is just afraid enough to be hesitant. Half swallowing a cry of pain as he's slammed into the wall, Aoba grabs hold of Mink's wrists immediately, not to pull them away so much as trying to ensure he doesn't go any further - and simply to hang on, trying to lessen the pressure on his neck a bit.

Once eye contact is forced, Aoba manages to maintain it - and the longer he does, the angrier he gets. Just what is Mink saying? He doesn't get to decide anything about other people's lives! "I'm not... anyone's plaything!" A little longer, and he'll kick Mink where it hurts - but for now, Aoba is at least trying to be smart enough not to attack gang leader number one.

If he so much as tries to kick Mink, he'll have more to worry about than a few bruises from the fight. He holds Aoba up there a while longer, taking some joy in watching his legs flail off the ground, then drops him and grabs a handful of his hair, dragging him further into the basement, where he'll be less likely to be heard if he screams.

Silently, he drags Aoba in and then throws him into the shadows.

"Everyone, get up. Surround him. Aoba doesn't get out of this until I'm done with him."

There are a few grunts, although Mink highly doubts most of his guys could handle the kid anymore. So maybe...he'll have to be tough with him. Which means the first thing he does is backhand Aoba hard enough to crack his nose.

Trying and failing to get his legs under him properly and just keep up, Aoba does his best to choke back his screams as Mink pulls him along by the hair. Being released is such a relief that, for a moment, Aoba can't think of anything else, only be glad that Mink's not dragging him through the basement anymore.

The relief doesn't last long. Scrambling to his feet, Aoba has no idea what Mink wants. A one-on-one fight? Aoba isn't stupid enough to think he can win that, so the fact that nobody will let him leave until Mink is done with him isn't exactly reassuring. Still, what can Aoba do? Even now, he's not inclined to try making a run for it - and, with the number of people around, he probably wouldn't succeed at that, anyway.

Fine, then. A fight it is.

It makes sense that Mink is good, but the sheer force and brutality of that first blow still catches Aoba off-guard. He'd been ready to attack, but not anymore: he just grabs hold of his nose, bending over in pain, and tries to stop the bleeding.

Mink watches. He half expects that Aoba will be up on his feet in no time, clawing at Mink's eyes to get away. But then, most kids never fought back in the first place, so it's hard to know what Aoba will do next. To see him bow over, curled up in pain...

It excites Mink.

Drawing close, he takes hold of Aoba's hair again, yanking it one way, then the other.

"Is that why you grew your hair so long?" he asks, purring the words into Aoba's ear. "So a guy like me has a handle to pull on?" What a lovely thought. Mink keeps it in his mind as he uses Aoba's hair to his advantage, hauling the guy backwards and then shoving him down, one firm hand flat to Aoba's spine to get him face down, to make him submit.

When Mink grabs his hair again, there's no way for Aoba to fight back. There's neither time nor room to find his balance again, and all he can do when Mink pushes at him is fall.

All those fights won, and this is all it takes to bring him to his knees. Aoba hates himself a little - but he hates Mink a lot more.

"Let... go!" Grabbing blindly for Mink's wrists again, he's serious about getting them the hell off his hair; he'll not only yank at them - if he can grab them in the first place - but dig his nails in if he has to.

"Not so tough now, little one," he murmurs through a heady chuckle as he kneels and sets his knee directly into the small of Aoba's spine. It makes such a pretty dip there, and Mink doesn't have to do much else to keep the guy pinned. Aoba is a strong fighter, but Mink understands fighting better. He's had to live like this his whole life, and it's clear Aoba is just grasping at straws.

"I'm going to show you what I do with my toys." Despite the scratching to his skin, Mink is unfazed. He drags his fingers through Aoba's hair affectionately, lifting a long strand to his nose to sniff it. His free hand is already at the waist of Aoba's pants, tugging.

As ashamed as Aoba is to basically get the shit kicked out of him, in the end, he can deal with it. He won't be happy, of course, but being beaten by the leader of the worst gang in the school is only natural. He'll just have to suffer through it; it can't last forever.

It's only when Mink starts tugging at his pants that Aoba begins to understand that there may be more to this than a fight. Shit... Mink even said as much. Change the game - and this is what he meant?!

Gasping in shock, Aoba no longer even tries to hold back: he has to get out of here, he has to! "Let go of me!" With Mink's weight resting heavily in the small of his back, Aoba's desperate squirming makes him look almost like a turtle. He can't do this; he can't be raped. "You're disgusting!"

Never before has cold air felt so terrifying on any part of his body, but as Mink starts to pull his pants down, Aoba feels like his very blood might freeze.

Mink says nothing. Once he has Aoba's pants down, he knows it won't be long. Even if Aoba got to his feet now, he'd tangle in his own uniform trousers. And if he tried to run for it, he'd either fall or be thrown back to Mink by his gang members.

"Maybe I'll loosen you up, then let the rest of them take turns on you. What do you think, princess?"

It's around that time that Mink licks his finger...and then unceremoniously shoves it inside Aoba's hole, wiggling up towards his prostate immediately.

Aoba is about to reply - with some very choice words - when Mink shoves that finger inside, and all Aoba can do is scream. That is just not what that part of the body is for. Even though Mink licked his finger, Aoba's never had anything up there, and it hurts. He wonders if something's breaking, down there; he wonders if he's bleeding. From the amount of pain, he wouldn't be surprised, but what does Aoba know? He's never -... He's never even thought about -...

How can this be happening? Sobbing, his struggles soon lessen just because everything hurts, and, with Mink's finger wriggling around inside of him, Aoba suddenly becomes keenly aware that everyone is watching. Just watching, nobody even speaking up for him. It's not surprising, when it's Mink they would be up against, but somehow it still makes Aoba feel like trash. If no one lifts a finger to save him, even from something so terrible... maybe he really is just that worthless.

Everyone is watching, and no one is making any sound. No one lifts a finger or runs to get help or even looks remotely disturbed by the scene before them. Maybe they all had to go through it once before too or maybe they've seen Mink do it before or maybe they're just too afraid of Mink to even look frightened by his actions.

A few of the guys are into it, though, grabbing themselves, as if ready for their turn next. But Mink doesn't let anyone near him.

"You like that, princess Aoba?" Mink taunts, arching his fingertip inside Aoba, flicking it against his prostate.

What a ridiculous question! Does Mink really expect him to say yes? Is that the point of this whole exercise - the humiliation of that moment? Well, Aoba isn't going to give in; not even if it might cut his suffering short.

"Of course n-ah!" Aoba is still in pain, but something just felt really weird - almost like scratching an itch, but nothing as sharp as that. On the contrary: the feeling is soft, if anything; warm and swelling, the more so as Mink keeps touching it, and -...

Shit..! He's actually starting to get hard. What on earth is happening?! Gasping in pure terror, Aoba's face goes red, and for the first time since he ended up on the floor, he's really glad that he's face down. Maybe, if he's lucky, nobody will see..?

If only Aoba were so lucky. The second he makes that little ah sound, it gives him away. Or at least, Mink can jump to a conclusion based on the sound and then the color on Aoba's beautiful face too.

"Mm?" he prods. Once he finds the spot, he milks at it with his finger, almost gentle in the way he rubs it, like he's actually trying to pleasure Aoba and not rape him. But in the end, it's all about humiliation. A kid like Aoba can't just walk down here and think he can fight his way out. That's not how it works.

"What was that?" As he pushes at Aoba's prostate, Mink uses his free hand to undo the belt on his own pants, the heavy weight of it flopping onto Aoba's skin.

What is this? Aoba is so mortified, he can barely breathe. It still hurts, it does, but the more Mink pokes inside of him, the more his body starts to respond. Having half the school watch him get raped is bad enough, especially when some of them seem eager to join in, but that's not something Aoba can do anything about, anymore. Getting aroused, though? That can't be anybody's fault but his own. If people start to think he actually likes these things -...

But then, doesn't he?

It's the split second's doubt that freaks him out more than anything, and he puts all his strength into another escape attempt, ignoring how he's writhing in the blood leaked from his nose, ignoring the pain of Mink's finger still inside of him. There's a dreadful, overwhelming feeling that if he doesn't get away now, he'll change forever; his life will never be the same again. So he gives it his all, ignoring how the odds are stacked against him. Trying is the only thing he can do; giving in and falling into an abyss he can't even see the bottom of is far more terrifying than whatever Mink may do to him for fighting back.

"Look at that - he's hard!" someone said. The second Aoba started to fight back was the second he was spotted.

"Shit, he must like it," someone else chimed, and then soon a few guys were tugging the flies down on their pants to pull their dicks out. Most of the others just snorted in amusement or kept up the blockade, all too ready to kick Aoba back down to Mink if he managed to get that far.

Which he wouldn't.

"Is that true, Aoba?" Mink asked, as if he had no idea. He pressed his knee more firmly into Aoba's back, this time right between his shoulder blades. That left Aoba's ass up in the air as he played inside it. And left him plenty of room to reach under and---oh yes. There it was. "Look at that. Your little thing's getting hard for this. You must really like it."

The knee between his shoulder blades puts a quick end to Aoba's already half-assed escape attempt, and he cries out, more in frustration and fear than actual pain. What's wrong with him? He's -... And everybody's looking..!

"No..." The lie couldn't be more obvious, but he doesn't care: it's the only recourse he has anymore. "No!" And now Mink is touching him there on top of everything. More than just violated, Aoba feels disgusting, like something that gets dirtied and thrown away without a second thought.

"What a terrible liar," Mink says, his voice quieted to a hush that can barely be heard over the ruckus that erupted at the sight of Aoba's dick getting hard in Mink's fist. Mink cruelly digs his finger in against that spot, nudging it over and over and over again. It won't matter if Aoba likes it or not - he'll come, eventually, out of biological instinct.

"You're about to jizz all over the floor from a man's finger up your ass. How embarrassing. How filthy."

"No..." He's not filthy. Isn't it Mink that's making him filthy? Then again, Aoba didn't have any particular opinion of Mink beforehand, so maybe it could have been anybody.

Does that make it better, or does it only make Aoba some kind of disgusting pervert?

"I don't... I don't want -..." But wanting has nothing to do with it, not anymore. With Mink touching his dick on top of anything, and the sheer mortification Aoba feels at people watching him somehow fanning the flames of his arousal, it's not long before he's right on the brink. If Mink doesn't stop, Aoba will indeed come on the floor, in front of all these people, with a guy's finger up his ass.

Nothing about the situation could be any worse.

Edited (dear DW that was not the icon I picked) 2015-01-29 20:28 (UTC)

Oh, he thinks it can't be worse? Well, Mink will prove him wrong yet again.

Leaning back, he drags Aoba with him, the hand underneath practically cradling his ass as his finger presses firmly against his prostate, wiggling, rubbing, milking the orgasm straight out of the boy. And now, Aoba will be on display, his pretty, long legs splayed for all to see, his hard dick red and throbbing in Mink's hand.

And just as Aoba's there, coming undone, Mink removes his hand from his cock. He'll make Aoba come in front of everyone. From no genital stimulation whatsoever - just from Mink's finger.

Meanwhile Mink's voice continues to whisper, loud enough only for the boy sprawled in his lap. "You say no, but your body says yes, doesn't it? Gonna need to wash all your shit off my finger when I'm done."

doing the au thang boo; let's just include all the kinks

I approve of this plan~

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so sorry aobb ilu

;_; ah, he'll live :p

yes and then he can have a complex about abuse and fall for mink-senpai?! sob

juuust like canon ;∀;

GROSS SOBBING

it's okay Mink we still love you

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