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Tav had always kind of liked the water. He liked to bathe, and especially in the summer months it was always a nice relief.
In the winter it only was when he could afford the bathing house, rather than washing himself by the edge of the river. But that was winter, and right now it was the height of summer.
He knew Kantei would probably be unhappy with him being out here. Whatever was happening with the gods was not yet over and if he was unlucky, something might happen. But staying inside of the city with no end in sight made him feel trapped all over again.
The rope cut into his upper arms, as Fhedré was tying the knots.
Tav could not help a slight smile. There was a certain risk to doing it out here. While they were bit away from the next road, there was still a chance someone might stumble by. People traveled by the river – and some others might also get the idea of wanting to bath after a hot day of travel. While the rock to the side of the little bay would protect them from most prying eyes, Tav knew that there was no guarantee.
Not that he minded. He liked being seen. He liked being watched while someone used or abused him. But he knew not everyone who might stumble across them by accident would enjoy it.
The water of the river was moving slow here, though at times it would slosh around his ankles.
He shot Fhedré a short gaze.
“You do look lovely,” Fhedré said gently. He ran a hand over Tav’s cheek, before his fingers wandered to Tav’s lips, pressing against them.
Tav listened to the silent command, opening his mouth to take Fhedré’s fingers in.
He sucked the fingers, teasing them with his tongue much like he would with a cock. He was good at this. He knew this. And he was proud of it. His tongue twisted around Fhedré’s fingers, his eyes focused on that of his partner.
When Fhedré pushed against his shoulder, Tav understood all-too-well. He went to his knees, while still keeping on teasing Fhedré’s fingers.
They were both naked. After all, they had washed before. As such Fhedré’s arousal was undeniable. His cock was hard, the tip glistening with precum already.
Fhedré did not even try to hide it. Of course not.
He pulled his fingers out of Tav’s mouth, before grabbing Tav by the hair. “Be a good boy,” he said, pulling him in close.
And Tav obeyed. He opened his mouth once more, taking in Fhedré’s cock. He was careful as he breathed through his nose.
Fhedré’s hand was rough as it pulled him in close, his fingers pulling on Tav’s red hair, and forcing him to take in the entire length. His cock pushed into the back of Tav’s throat, though Tav could take it of course.
He made sure to suck Fhedré properly. His lips closed around the shaft of the cock, its outline so familiar to Tav. He let his tongue press against the lower side of it, as Fhedré was still grabbing him by the hair, holding his head in position. He started to thrust into Tav, and Tav allowed for it to happen.
Again and again the cock pushed into his throat. Even he could not fully stop himself from retching a little, but he knew well how to endure. He looked up to Fhedré, while the man was holding him firmly.
The force of his thrusts were painful, and yet, Tav focused on sucking, on pushing enough against the cock to make each thrust pleasurable.
Fhedré was quite silent, grunting just a little.
Tav knew how to read him. He could sense the pleasure welling up inside of his partner.
Then, suddenly, Fhedré pulled out of his mouth. With his left hand, he rubbed himself a few times, before his cum spread all over Tav’s face.
Even Fhedré needed a short moment of respite after it. He breathed a few times in and out, while his right hand was still holding onto Tav’s hair. “Look at you,” he said. “Getting yourself all dirty again.”
“I know,” Tav whispered. “I am sorry.”
“Sorry will not clean you up, will it now?” Fhedré smiled. Even after this his cock was not fully limp, though it would need a few minutes to fully recover.
He knelt down, not letting go of Tav’s hair for even a moment. “We need to clean you now, don’t we?”
He did not wait for a reply, before pulling Tav over to the slightly deeper water. He did not gave him much of a chance to take a deep breath, before plunging his head into the water.
While Tav had known it was coming, some instinctual part of him still reacted with a slight bit of panic as his face was pushed into the cold water. He tried to hold his breath, as Fhedré kept holding him down.
His arms tied behind his back, Tav could do little to fight back against it.
Some instinct inside of him wanted to fight and made him wiggle in a useless attempt to escape the hold. He could not, of course. Fhedré’s grip on him was like iron. Even as Tav’s lungs were screaming for air, he could not escape.
While Tav was still holding his breath, there was this urge welling up. The urge to breathe in.
Only then did Fhedré pull him out of the water.
Tav coughed, his lungs greedily pulling in the air. The water was dripping from his face now, as Fhedré waited for just a moment.
“I do not think you are quite clean yet,” he then said, before dunking Tav once more into the water.
The feeling of helplessness flooded Tav’s mind and body. His heart was racing with an edge of panic, and yet his folds were starting to burn with a simple desire. Knowing himself so helpless was better than most aphrodisiacs.
The lack of air made him a bit dizzy, as Fhedré relentlessly held him down.
Some bright spots already appeared in Tav vision, just before Fhedré pulled him out.
Still he was holding onto Tav’s hair, though he was making sure Tav was kneeling upright for the moment.
His left hand found its way between Tav’s legs, two of his fingers almost casually pushing into Tav. “You are such a dirty boy, that even this turns you on,” he said, with exaggerated indignation.
A whimper escaped Tav was Fhedré added the other two fingers. He started to move them inside of Tav, the touch making Tav squirm inadvertently.
He tried his best to keep his voice down, but the mixture of being bound and controlled made his arousal even harder to withstand. He closed his eyes, as he could feel his body reacting. Despite it all, he was quite sensitive, and he loved to be controlled like this. He could feel himself being pushed further and further to the edge, but just before he got there, Fhedré pulled his fingers out, and plunged Tav’s head once more into the water.
This time Tav truly had not expected it. He inhaled just a bit of water, before reminding himself to hold his breath. But the bit was enough to make him cough. He lost the control over himself – and yet, Fhedré was holding him down for… Well, it was hard to say. It was probably just seconds, though it felt longer.
Tav’s heart was beating with what was true panic now. And then Fhedré pulled him out.
The coughs were shaking Tav’s body, as he tried to control his breath. He was trembling a bit, his throat burning now.
“Are you alright?” Fhedré asked.
Coughing still, Tav could only nod. He tried to regain his control. “I’m… I’m fine. A… Again.”
For just a moment Fhedré hesitated, but then he obliged. He pushed Tav’s head under once more, even though Tav had barely regained control over his breathing.
Tav’s lungs were screaming in protest as he held his breath once more, though his mind filled with that wonderful lightness. It was more than just the lack of air. It was a levity that would come over him, whenever he was treated like this. A thing to be used and abused.
When Fhedré pulled him out once more, Tav’s breaths were shallow. He allowed himself to be limp, even though it meant the way Fhedré was holding him hurt. He welcomed the pain though, looking at Fhedré and waiting for his next punishment.
There was a short moment of hesitation once again, but then Fhedré pushed him backwards.
Tav fell, his torso half-submerging for a moment. Though he almost instinctively understood. He spread his legs, just before Fhedré was above him.
“Be good now,” the man grunted, before once more pushing into him. “You are not allowed to cum.”
Tav whimpered, but nodded. He would listen to what he was commanded to.
His body squirmed against Fhedré’s touch, as Fhedré was so roughly thrusting his fingers into Tav. There was no gentleness in it, but Tav did not want to be treated with gentleness.
The arousal inside of him seemed to push against his insides. Instead of pleasure it was pain, as his muscles were almost cramping in desperation to finally find release.
He could no longer hold down his voice, a groan coming over his lips. He trembled now, though he kept his legs spread apart, allowing Fhedré to push further and further into him.
Tav closed his eyes. His chest was hurting still. He whimpered as the need to finally find release became so strong, it was painful. “I… I can’t… I can’t hold much longer,” he grunted.
“Oh, but you will,” Fhedré whispered. “You will.” He paused for just a moment, before finally pushing his entire hand in.
Tav leaned back his head, his eyes pinned on the largely blue sky above. He tried to focus to keep his body under control. He was good at this, though Fhedré’s fist stretching out his cunt did not make it easy. It was the mix of pain and pleasure that made it so hard to withstand.
Another whimper came over his lips. His breath was shaking still. It had never been given a moment to calm down, between the suffocating and now the pleasure. His shoulders were shaking. And then, for just a moment, he simply lost control.
He could feel it. The moment the control slipped away from him, the orgasm making his entire body squirm and shake with desperation.
Fhedré noticed it too. He looked at him. “You are not a good boy today, are you?”
Tav needed a moment to be able to speak. “I am afraid not.”
Fhedré sighed. He seemed to consider his next move for a moment.
“Please,” Tav said. “Punish me.”
Somehow it was those words that made Fhedré pause even longer. His eyes darted over Tav’s face, seemingly trying to decide whether it was a good idea.
It was stupid, wasn’t it? After all, they both knew that none of this was sane – but who cared about that either way.
“Please.” Tav looked at his partner. “Just… I deserve punishment.”
Finally the doubt seemed to seep away. Fhedré sighed, but then he grabbed Tav by one of the two ropes running over his chest. “Indeed. You deserve punishment.” He made sure Tav was on his knees again, before moving around him. This time he was holding him by the ropes digging into his skin.
“Take a deep breath,” he said – and Tav listened.
A moment later he was once more pushed into the water, Fhedré now using his left to hold Tav down.
And then his cock pushed into Tav’s ass.
While not fully unexpected, Tav almost gasped – though he managed to stop himself just in time.
Like so often there was nothing used to make things glide along. Some people assumed water was enough, but most of the time I wasn’t. Though Tav knew how to take it. He enjoyed the pain, and the humiliation.
After all, he was a thing. A toy. And toys were meant to be played with.
Fhedré’s right grabbed him by the hip. He started to thrust into him, and once again there was little gentleness to be felt. His thrusts were rough, almost violent, his cock pushing deep into Tav while Tav’s head was still submerged.
He wanted to moan, to gasp and groan, but he knew that he could not. He tried to hold his breath, even though his heart hammering as fast as it did, was not making it easier.
While his lungs were screaming for air, the arousal was still taking him over. His mind felt like it was melting away, and yet he was twitching with pleasure. Once again there were spots in his vision – he could see them even as he closed his eyes. His shoulders were writhing inadvertently as his body wanted to breathe in so desperately. But Fhedré did not let him.
He just kept thrusting, each thrust hard and merciless.
Somehow another orgasm rolled over Tav – and yet it also was what made him lose his control. He inhaled without being able to fight it. And then he coughed. And yet, Fhedré kept holding him.
While Tav was shaking and trying to fight those coughs, Fhedré thrust into him at least a dozen times more, before he reached his climax once more.
He pulled Tav out of the water, holding him, as Tav’s entire body was shaking with coughs.
“Careful there,” Fhedré said.
The coughs brought up some of the water, making it splunge over Tav’s chin, mixing with snot and spit.
He was shaking quite badly now. The spots in his vision were not yet ready to vanish. And yet, he felt also quite good.
He leaned against Fhedré, trying to regain control over his breath.
More coughs were pushing out water.
“Maybe this was too much,” Fhedré whispered.
“No.” Tav did not manage more of a response. Not for the moment. More coughs. More breaths. He tried to speak, but it was hard. Only after what was likely a minute did he manage. “It… Good. It was… Good.”
Fhedré looked at him, considering it for a moment. “I think we are done for today, though.”
“I still…”
“I do not want you to drown on me,” Fhedré said. He smiled, caressing the side of Tav’s face. Then he kissed him. “Though it feels interesting to be inside of you, when you are writhing like that.”
Tav managed a smile. “It does feel… kinda good. To be like that I mean.” He closed his eyes, leaning against Fhedré’s chest once more. Then he drew in a deep breath. “I am still kinda horny, you know?”
Fhedré chuckled. “So, you are asking to…”
“Just… use my cunt a bit more,” Tav whispered. “I… Please.”
The smile on Fhedré’s face widened. “Maybe. If you beg for it properly.”
This made Tav almost laugh as well. He finally managed to support his own weight. Shifting a bit back and forth on his knees, he finally bowed his head on his own. “Fuck me silly, Fhedré. Please. Please. Please, fuck me well.”
Again Fhedré ran his fingers through Tav wet hair. And then he smiled. “Well, as you are asking so nicely.”
