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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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That's true. It has to be true: Aoba hasn't tried to escape from the bathroom stall. He's barely even thought about it. But giving Mink what he wants is making him almost as contrary as the idea of trying to fit that dick anywhere, an intense gut reaction of not wanting anything to do with it.

And yet he can't look away when Mink takes it out. In part, it's just that Mink's dick is easier to face than Mink's eyes, but there's some genuine curiosity, too, and odd fascination with how Mink touches himself, the way it makes his skin move over the flesh underneath. Aoba parts his lips with a soft sigh... but he's still not going to do anything. Especially not when Mink's staring at him with those eyes.

Those eyes don't shift or give way. Mink continues to stare, absolutely loving the way Aoba's lips part like that. Like he might just be curious enough for a taste. That thought alone is enough to get Mink going.

"On your knees."

It's barely even a threat at this point; just mere suggestion. And if Aoba doesn't go willingly, then Mink can easily force his hand.

He doesn't plan to obey, he really doesn't. But his legs feel weak just hearing Mink say those words, and, before he even realizes it, he gets down on his knees.

What is this feeling? Is it really fear? It's something more than that, though - or it is in that moment when Aoba lowers himself obediently before Mink. Surrender? But why would he even want to surrender, let alone to someone like Mink...

Why, indeed.

"You're probably kneeling in piss and shit," Mink says, coolly. "You like that feeling. Don't you? Being filthy." Reaching out, Mink slides his fingers through Aoba's hair again. It's so damn soft, it should be illegal. And it's the perfect length to toy with. To tug on. To use against Aoba. For now, his touch remains tender, in direct opposition with his words.

"I should have just used your mouth for my urinal."

He does... like it. That's a strange thing to realize. But it feels good, kneeling before Mink. It feels good, degrading himself in front of Mink. There's something so pleasant to just accepting that that's where he belongs, to not having to fight back all the time, struggling against overwhelming odds.

Mink is being nice, too. It's weird, but it somehow confirms that this is the right choice, even though Aoba is trembling a bit, still fighting against himself. He's doing pretty well, for the most part - until Mink says that, and Aoba looks up, half confused and half afraid. Would Mink really do something like that?

"Don't..." If he's not literally begging, it's still there in his tone of voice.

"Why not? You'd drink it. If I pissed in your mouth, you'd drink it for me. And you'd probably jizz all over yourself again knowing how much it pleased me."

Yes, Mink is being nice. Or at least, on the scale of Mink's ability to be anything but cruel, he's not hurting Aoba. Yet. It's more fun to let the words sink in, to have Aoba do this on his own. That way, the next time he forces himself in, Aoba won't be able to deny that twice is no coincidence.

"I'd shit in your mouth too. If I didn't think you'd like it so much." Mink's fingers let go of Aoba's hair, finding a place instead at the hinge of his jaw. His thumb rolls over Aoba's lips like a promise. "Open up."

Does that sort of thing really please Mink? It's not enough to make Aoba want to do it, but it's interesting nevertheless. Mink never seems to give a damn about anything. If something gets in his way, he gets rid of it. That's all that Mink ever seems to care, about anything.

Being able to please someone like that... would definitely be an accomplishment. But Aoba really isn't sure he can - and he doesn't think he should want to in the first place. Why for Mink of all people...

It's a threat, isn't it? Aoba isn't always the brightest, but he can at least tell when he's given a choice, no matter how terrible both options are. Well... if he's getting a choice, at least he's picking the least horrible option. If he doesn't, Mink will just force him to do the other thing, won't he?

Aoba can't meet Mink's eyes anymore, but he responds almost naturally to that touch, opening his mouth as ordered. He's still hesitant, anything but happy about this, and not eager to open up too far if he can help it. But he does open up, tilting his head back a little because it seems like the right thing to do.

What about this is even right anymore?

Edited 2015-01-30 22:35 (UTC)

"Look at that. So eager to get my dick in your mouth. I've never seen a whore that ready for it."

No, there's no choice. Mink already urinated, he has no real interest in shitting on someone even as low in the school as Aoba, not even just to humiliate him. What he wants, right now, is to sink his dick into the kid's mouth as far as he could get and see him choke on it. And then maybe come on his face and leave him wanting there, by the toilet, like a filthy piece of trash.

Mink's thumb pries Aoba's mouth open just a bit more, the pad of it swiping along his teeth. So pretty. So perfectly straight.

"Let's see what you can do, princess." Slowly, Mink guides his cock towards Aoba's open mouth, slides the head between his lips, and teases there, watching pre-come ooze out onto Aoba's tongue. "Don't you dare bite or spit."

There's no way he can meet Mink's eyes. He's not sure he'll ever manage to look Mink in the eyes again. So Aoba relies on Mink's voice, instead, the low rumble that seems to shake every cell of his body right down to his core. He's not eager. He's not even ready. It's just an inescapable fact that this is going to happen, even though Aoba never wanted it to, and... somehow that's incredibly arousing, having his will cast aside. He may still feel shame, but he doesn't need to accept any responsibility for what he's doing or what he's feeling.

And he really is feeling it, his arousal flaring up before anything even happens. It's a little different when Mink's dick enters his mouth. The feel of it; the taste... Even though it's just the tip, it makes everything so much more real suddenly, and a shudder runs through Aoba's body. He has Mink's dick in his mouth. Doing that - being a person who would do that - forces him to give up on everything he's always worked so hard to be.

There's a moment's hesitation as Aoba collects himself - or perhaps the exact opposite: when he breaks himself down sufficiently - and then he leans in a little, taking Mink's dick in that much more. He has no intention of biting, but he's still finding his way. What is he even supposed to do?

Well... at the very least, he can lick it, right? So that's what he does, using as much of his tongue as he can. Mink's taste is everywhere, and that alone is enough to make Aoba's cheeks heat up, mortification settling into something more pleasant.

With a grunt, Mink watches Aoba struggle to do something with the heft in his mouth. Mink hadn't expected he'd be any good at it, all things considered, but it's even more arousing somehow just how bad Aoba is. How easy it will be for Mink to mold him into whatever he wants. Every future blowjob will be a reflection of this one. Every person Aoba ever gives one to will be compared to this one.

"For such a pretty whore, you're not very good at this, are you?" he asks, sliding his hand to the back of Aoba's skull to hold. "Come on. Suck it. Take it deeper. Bob your head." He cocks his head, looking down at Aoba with that beautiful mouth stretched around him. "Unless you want me to help you out." His fingers apply slight pressure, forcing Aoba to take it deeper.

Not good? Of course he's not good! Feeling insulted as well as ashamed now, Aoba is about ready to pull back and tell Mink to find someone better, someone actually used to this kind of thing, if he's going to be picky - but then Mink's hand is at the back of his head, and pulling back isn't even an option anymore. That's a little scary, but at least it's enough to knock Aoba out of that little fit of righteous indignation, and make him focus on what Mink is telling him. It's true that, if Aoba is doing this, he'd rather do it well...

Sucking it? That's fine, but how much suction is really okay...? As Aoba focuses on that question, Mink pulling him closer catches him off-guard, and his heart skips a beat. He knows, he knows he's supposed to take it in deeper, but he was still thinking about the first part of that order, and now... He pushes back against Mink's hand as hard as he can, not even because Mink's dick is uncomfortably deep already, but because he doesn't trust Mink to stop before that happens.

Forcing Aoba to take more in, Mink stops when he feels the head of his dick brush up against the back of the kid's throat. He won't choke him the first time. Or at least, that was the plan until he felt the heat of it back there, felt Aoba struggling against him. His dick only got harder at the struggle, and he only grew more determined to show Aoba who he belonged to.

"Well, since you're a whore, you won't mind being used like one, I guess," he says, voice calm and controlled as he thrusts his hips forward and jabs his dick down Aoba's throat.

Aoba just barely manages to whine in protest - or plea - before Mink's dick enters his throat, violently closing it off. His body tries to reject the intrusion, gagging hard around it, and Aoba panics, unable to breathe.

Forget just pulling back: he's pushing at Mink as well, desperately trying to escape. His face turns redder and redder, before starting to lose color instead, and his struggles are arguably only making things worse. What's going to happen to him? He could die like this! ~~What would granny say?!~~

Edited 2015-02-02 17:53 (UTC)

Mink jerks his hand, yanking on Aoba's hair to pull him back and let him breathe.

"Idiot," he curses, panting softly. "Open up. Don't close your throat off like that or you'll choke." Not that it doesn't feel wonderful, but he'd like to keep Aoba around a bit and use him more; killing him during his first blowjob wouldn't be good at all. "Unless you like that sort of thing." Chuckling, he slides his fingers affectionately through Aoba's hair, giving him a moment to breathe, to collect himself. Not too long, though. "I'm going to slide my dick in your mouth again. Open up. Stay open. Be a good boy."

The warning given, Mink pries Aoba's mouth open by force if necessary, and then starts to slide himself deep again, going straight for Aoba's throat.

There's something ironic to the pain of having his hair pulled meaning temporary relief for the rest of Aoba's body. He coughs, gasps for air, and is too dazed for the moment to even be concerned about some drool that's dripping from his mouth. Not too dazed to listen to Mink, though: that voice would get through anything, even at a whisper.

Too focused on breathing to even notice the insult (was that an insult, the suggestion that he likes it?), Aoba shivers a little, but doesn't try to get away further than Mink lets him. This is enough, after all; he'd only wanted to breathe.

He's a little hesitant to open wide, but he does open his mouth again - and, at the crucial moment, he opens wide after all, surviving more than anything. Don't close your throat off... Easier said than done! He really does try, anyway, and he does a lot better than the first time, eyes squeezing shut and tearing up a little with the effort.

Mink has to fight to keep his own eyes open. Aoba is so damn clumsy, his teeth brushing over Mink's erection, his suction light, and his throat contracting and shivering as Mink nears it and pushes in. There's something to his inexperience though; it's not like Mink chose him for his sexual prowess. He chose him because Aoba was convenient and easily molded, and because he'd fought back and there's nothing quite like the struggle during sex.

Both hands eventually cradle Aoba's skull. "I'm going to go deeper. Don't puke."

As if Aoba really has a choice, Mink pushes forward, forcing his cock to drive in against the flutter of Aoba's throat and far, far beyond, until he feels himself sink right into that swollen tightness.

To say Aoba is scared barely does justice to his feelings, but at the same time, there's something wholly different between this feeling and pure fear. He feels lightheaded, and the physical mishaps only pay a small part in that. Worse - or better - is knowing what Mink is doing to him, and knowing how much more Mink could do if he wanted to. He could kill Aoba without so much as blinking... but he doesn't.

Still, Mink telling him he'll go deeper makes a shockwave of something an awful lot like fear run through Aoba - right to his dick, where it settles heavily. This probably isn't normal, is it? It can't be.

But there's not much Aoba can do about that. He tries not to gag, let alone puke, when Mink goes in, and for the moment, he handles it just fine - ignoring the absurd expression of concentration on his face, eyes still closed. His heart is racing, and it feels like a countdown, but a second or so in, he hesitantly gets going, trying to suck at Mink's dick, regardless of where it's currently located.

"There you go," Mink praises, grunting quietly as he watches Aoba's expression contort. The boy is trying. And it looks difficult, as Mink is sure it is, but he's still drooling out his tongue for more, trying to suck and slurp, trying to hold him in his throat. It's quite beautiful, seeing the will Aoba has to do these things, things he says he hates, just for a little bit of praise from Mink.

Thrusting in and out, Mink tests Aoba's patience, popping in and out of his throat as he builds towards a climax.

It's been a while for Mink, since he'd come across anyone he wanted badly enough to fool around with. Aoba was lucky, in a way. If he hadn't fought back in the basement, Mink would have never known what a prize he was.

Somehow, every time Mink pops out of his throat, it's a small relief, like maybe that time was the last one. That's more than a little exaggerated, though: it does get easier the more Aoba gets used to the feeling.

Of all the thing he'd never expected to get used to...

But it's nice, pleasing Mink; it's wonderful, getting praise, especially because Mink, in Aoba's opinion, can have no other reason for it except that he truly means it. So Aoba does his best, tries a little harder every time Mink thrusts in. Aoba realizes what he's doing, but he's not even thinking about Mink's climax as such, too focused on the mechanics of the act, and on improving what he's doing, to think ahead at all.

Aoba really should be thinking about it, because Mink's close. The last few times he thrust into Aoba's throat and it yielded immediately to him wound him up past the point he could hold himself back.

Gripping a handful of Aoba's hair, Mink starts to thrust a little more violently, a little sporadic in his rhythm, and then it just happens suddenly. With a grunt, he bottoms out in Aoba's throat and lets the orgasm rip from his gut and spill into his lover's mouth. For a moment, it squirts straight down his throat, leaving Aoba with little choice but to swallow. Then, Mink has to pull back it's so intense, so the rest is spilled either against Aoba's tongue or on his face, depending on how far Aoba pulls away too.

With another whine at the mistreatment of his hair, this time really not complaining, Aoba braces himself and continues trying to accommodate Mink's thrusts the best he can. He's not thinking ahead; he's not thinking at all, merely hanging in there and surviving second by second, surrendering to Mink's will.

He's not paying attention to any changes in how Mink feels in his mouth, barely aware of what happens until it does, hot liquid dripping down his throat. Aoba's eyes fly open in surprise, but somehow that shock put him on guard for what happens next: he pays a little attention, and, true to his plan, he doesn't pull away much at all, letting Mink spill on his tongue, the taste much more intense than before.

Aoba swallows before he even realizes what he's doing. He's not thinking about Mink's order not to spill anything at all; he's honestly forgotten all about that. It's just that he got that warning, right into his throat, that liquid was going to end up in his mouth, and he swallows because he has to do something with it - and swallowing seems like the logical solution, even the liquid in question was Mink's come.

He swallowed Mink's come... It's so degrading, but also kind of hot, and it means he's gotten through this, come out of it all in one piece. One piece that belongs even more to Mink than before, but... maybe that's not the worst thing. Mink is cruel, but he's strong; he plays by his own rules, but at least he has rules. He doesn't normally seem to randomly abuse his authority.

Or maybe Aoba is just making excuses for himself because he honestly can't believe he just gave Mink a blowjob, and somehow managed to stay some level of hard throughout. Something really is wrong with him...

But then, if there is something wrong with him... he's better off entrusting the care of that problem to Mink. Right?

.......Mink didn't even have to tell the boy to swallow. Aoba did it all on his own. Maybe it was out of fear of what Mink would do if he didn't or maybe it was just instinct - there was something in his mouth, he had to swallow it. Whatever it was, Mink couldn't help the lax expression that crossed his face at the sight and feel of that. For all of Aoba's complaining and wriggling away, he really did a good job after all. Followed orders and swallowed without command.

Like a well trained dog.

Mink affectionately combed through his hair once, twice, and then stepped back to put his dick back into his pants.

"You liked that."

Part of him still wants to deny it, but... he can't. Not now; not when he's like this. Not with Mink petting him like a puppy, and Aoba actually enjoying it.

When Mink pulls away, Aoba lets himself sit, his butt ending up resting on his heels. It doesn't do his half-erection any favors, but he no longer cares; he hangs his head a little and presses his lips together, not wanting to confirm what Mink said.

Is there really any need to say it? He knows it's true, now. He didn't think so when Mink humiliated him in public, but even if that could be blamed on force or circumstance (and Aoba isn't sure it can be), there's no such excuse this time.

He sucked Mink's dick, and he's hard from just that.

"So ashamed," Mink hums, his voice so affectionate for the moment as his fingers continue to card through Aoba's long, long hair. How did he get so lucky to find a kid like this in such a place? "Even though you're hard, you can't admit it. Can you? You can't admit that I made you hard. That when you wrapped your lips around my dick, you felt complete."

But then, Mink wouldn't like Aoba half as much if he admitted things like that right off the bat, would he?

Letting go, Mink turns and opens the door, stepping out and over to the sinks to wash up. It doesn't look like he has any plans of going back to Aoba to help him out.

Complete? Aoba isn't sure. It could have been that... If not that, certainly something like it. Mink's words seem to gain a little truth every time Aoba thinks about them, every time they echo in his mind. Mink is definitely right about most things he says, so... maybe this is true as well.

Still, when Mink turns to leave, Aoba makes a sound like a sob, squeezing his eyes shut again. There's no clear reason for this desperation he's feeling, but he can't seem to help it.

"I did! I -..." he's not even sure what he means to say. He just knows that he has to say something, because after what he did, the idea of Mink just walking away is almost unbearable. Not because of Aoba's little 'problem'. If that was the issue, he could have taken care of it himself. What Aoba wants is something else, much less tangible. Attention, maybe. More of those soft touches to his hair - any attention from Mink at all, even though maybe only one percent of it is positive. "I..." He can't say it after all, isn't even sure what he wants to say anymore. That he's hard isn't something he feels like pointing out, let alone when Mink has already noticed it.

The rest is what's more important, maybe. Feeling complete. Feeling like he has a place in the world.... even if his place is at Mink's feet.

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