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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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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."

By the time Mink pulls him up, Aoba is too much of a mess, mentally as well as physically, to put up any resistance worth mentioning. He does try to push Mink's hand away from his dick - a smarter move would have been to try and cover himself up - but there's not much strength behind it. Aoba is barely even trying anymore, he's so confused about what his body is doing.

The moment of relief when Mink lets go of his dick is short-lived. It's too late already, much too late: Aoba comes in surprisingly strong bursts, with Mink's voice in his ear, etching a newly-created truth into Aoba's brain. His body likes it. He can't deny that - not when the evidence is dripping onto the floor at that very moment.

Aoba hadn't even thought too much about how gross his ass must be - there'd been no need for guilt when Mink was the one who decided to violate him there - but now, even that makes him feel worse about himself somehow. Hanging his head, he tries to hide behind his hair, hoping against hope that nobody can see his arousal-flushed face.

There are grunts around the circle of men who watch as Aoba squirts all over the floor. Mink milks him, applying direct pressure to his prostate until he doesn't think there could be any come left in Aoba's body at all by now. It's pretty hot, though, seeing it all splash out like that. He has to wonder if Aoba even masturbates. It's like he's built all that up for years.

"What a whore," he hums, but it rings as a compliment, a barely there kiss brushed to Aoba's jaw before Mink unceremoniously pulls his finger free and deposits Aoba onto the floor without a thought.

"Do I get a turn next?"

"Yeah, I want to put it in his pretty mouth."

"Mink-senpai, can we--"

"NO." Mink's growl is half a shout, and it shuts the entire group up immediately. He nudges Aoba onto his side with his foot, then plants it on his ribcage like he's a lion guarding his kill. "Let's go." He waits for the majority of the gang to pull up their pants and grumble off towards the staircase before he removes his foot and brings up the rear.

A shiver runs through Aoba at that compliment, and, though he knows it's messed up, part of him really does feel flattered. Maybe it's just the circumstances... He hates himself so much right now, he feels completely worthless. Then, isn't it nice to be appreciated - maybe even nicer than it would otherwise have been - when you know you don't deserve it?

At least it's over, now... Aoba doesn't understand why Mink ended things, but he's grateful for it all the same. As everybody leaves almost reluctantly, Aoba slowly pushes himself up and starts pulling his pants back up. There'll be a mess, but there's nothing he can do about that. He just wants to leave, to go home, to shower and get in bed and hide under the covers for the foreseeable future. With Mink's order, few people would be stupid enough to linger around the school and wait for Aoba, but even if everybody leaves him alone now, there will be tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that.

Aoba doesn't know how he's supposed to just keep going. But then, he doesn't have a choice.

Mink could have been much, much crueler to Aoba, which was saying something if raping him with a finger and forcing him to come from it in front of a crowd was one of the nicer things he could do, but though a lot of his gang members were disappointed not to get a taste, no one said a word about it. Mink's word was final, and his claim over Aoba was resolute. No need to ask if they could wait around to fuck with him; Mink wouldn't have allowed it.

So Aoba won't be pestered. Sure, he'll get snickering at him in the hallways whenever the gang members see him, and Mink's eyes may linger as they pass one another, but no one lays a hand on him after that.

The only thing that's keeping Mink's hands to himself is the question: will Aoba tell anyone?

He doesn't, of course. Who would he tell? More importantly: how could he find the courage to tell someone? He's thought about it, of course - very briefly - but he can't do it. He just can't do it.

So he just keeps going. He goes silent: little remains of his cheerful past self. Part of it is simply his behavior; the rest is because, when the stories about what happened start spreading, nobody wants to get close to Aoba anymore, either because they don't respect him, or - more often - because people are terrified that associating with Aoba will somehow get Mink to come after them, next.

But Aoba keeps going because there's no other option, ignoring the snickers and the occasional taunt, looking away and cringing in on himself whenever he runs into Mink. Every time, his face flushes; every time, he can't help but remember what happened in the basement, and as horrible as it was, his body remembers only the good times. If he runs into Mink after classes, a day or two after the fact, he may even rush to the bathroom and try to will his partial erection to go away. He refuses to touch it, refuses to give in, but if Mink saw him like this... Aoba isn't risking it: he'd rather hide.

Mink doesn't go out of his way to find Aoba. It's amusing to see that the kid somehow manages to find him instead. If they pass in the halls, it's only because Mink has to be there; he figures Aoba should have better places to be. And that run in after class? Mink isn't about to just let it slide.

After Aoba rushed off, it's easy to see the skid-marks from his shoes leading straight to the bathroom. Mink waits a minute. Two. And when Aoba doesn't leave, Mink decides to enter.

It's quiet in the bathroom, so that just makes Mink's footsteps even heavier as he approaches the urinals.

Hiding in a bathroom stall, Aoba has already locked the door, just sitting there, trying to breathe, and wondering what the hell is wrong with him, his hands clenching onto his knees as if that will ensure they don't move elsewhere. When he hears those footsteps, there's not a doubt in Aoba's mind who they belong to, and he panics: he pulls up his legs to make his presence less obvious - as if the locked door doesn't make it obvious enough.

Did Mink come after him? But why now? Then, is it just a coincidence..? Aoba doesn't know, but he's broken out in a cold sweat, his heart pounding - and his dick throbbing cheerfully along with it.

Yes, something is definitely very wrong with him.

Well. This should be fun. Mink decides he'll wait a bit longer. Let Aoba sweat in there. If anyone else comes in, well, the sight of Mink alone will be enough to have them choose a different place to relieve themselves. He's not overly worried about it.

So, slowly, he unzips. Standing there at the urinal, the mirror offers Aoba a good show. The size of Mink's dick, even limp, would enough to make any girl sweat trying to think how it would even fit inside her. And when he takes it in his hand, it's clear that's just the flaccid length and girth, that if he were hard, it would be almost comical.

With a soft grunt, he begins to relieve himself.

In so far as Aoba has any plan at all, it's to sit this out and wait for Mink to leave. If it's not much of a plan, well, it should at least serve - in theory. But Mink seems to take forever, and soon Aoba's nerves can't take it anymore. Is Mink just standing there, waiting for him to come out? Does Mink know he's there at all, or...?

The sound of a zipper isn't necessarily promising, but when it's followed by the familiar sound of piss hitting the urinal, Aoba starts to hope. Maybe Mink really doesn't know he's there... Aoba has to make sure.

So he moves, all but holding his breath, to stand on the toilet and peek over the top of the stall. Somehow, even with what Mink is doing, Aoba doesn't expect to see that dick so clearly... but then, it's not like he's ever used this vantage point before. For the moment, even Aoba's fear takes a backseat, replaced with pure wonder as Aoba stares, the bright blue of his hair probably pretty visible as it sticks out above the bathroom stall. Mink really is huge...

It's all too easy to spy Aoba there. Does the kid not know he has the brightest hair in the goddamn world? Or maybe he thinks he's silent as his shoes shift the toilet seat around or that leaning against the door to peek over doesn't make a noise.

Idiot.

The stream of piss splatters in the urinal, and Mink grunts, tipping his head back with his eyes closed, gripping himself at the base to guide the stream. It's a show. It's all for Aoba.

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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oh aobb, u dummy