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Thread: A Night to Dismember (Foxxo & TNT)

Frank continued to trace the lines of various muscles through Eric's shirt, grinning to himself and letting out a bit of a whistle. It was the type of whistle one would use to cat-call various women from an alleyway. Without replying, or even looking him in the eye, he fished out the man's I.D. It wasn't very difficult. Frank had seen exactly where he'd stashed it, and had also always been very good with his fingers. He'd been an accomplished pick-pocket when younger. Over the years he'd leaned into more lucrative pursuits however. Eric Kennedy hmm? Ya know, I think that would have been one of my first guesses. You look like that sort of guy. He read out every bit of information on the card, accentuating certain important bits such as the address. Frank got off on this kind of shit, and wanted to see this huge man get scared. Sure, scaring a woman could be fun, but it was so easy. Scaring men, and especially men that were bigger than you, well, it felt amazing. Reducing someone who'd normally command a room into a sniveling mess could bring about insane pleasures. As for what I want, I thought I told you already. Can't blame you for forgetting, fear does that to people. He started saying that with a smirk, but let it fade as he spoke. Finally, he was staring Eric in the eyes, a deathly still expression on his face. I want everything. After a long pause, he broke into a wily grin, the type of grin a man would get when he was having fun and getting his way. Let's start with your watch though. I know exactly what that's worth, and I already have a buyer in mind. After that... well... Frank brought his face very close to Eric, breathing heavily so that all of his sense would be overwhelmed by both his breath and his scent. I guess we'll just have to see how good of a boy you are... right? A quick peck on the nose, followed by a throaty chuckle.
Thread: A Night to Dismember (Foxxo & TNT)

Feeling the tip of the knife through the fine fabric of his dress shirt as it danced across the firm lines of his torso, Eric found himself barely breathing, barely moving, for fear that one wrong move would lead to him being cut or, worse still, stabbed. Watching now as the thug brought his free hand up and slid it inside his jacket, Eric wanted to recoil in disgust, wanted to pull away, but, again, there was the knife, so he had no other choice but to let the guy help himself to his money clip that contained his I.D. Listening now as he began to casually rattle off his information, Eric could feel his insides go cold. This asshole now knew who he was and where he lived, and while there were probably a dozen or more Eric Kennedy's in the world, only one of them lived at, 161 Maiden Lane, Penthouse 3, Financial District, New York City. Fuck , was all his mind could mutter, as he began to feel a fine layer of sweat take shape along his dark hairline and then upon his upper lip. The only consolation in all of this was the simple fact that if this guy was taking the time to learn where he lived and to make it abundantly clear that he now knew, it meant - at least to Eric's desperately panicked mind - that he had no intention of killing him. Robbing him blind? Yes, that much was certain, he even reiterated his intentions himself, but not killing him. Allowing himself to breathe, just a little, as the thief shoved his I.D. back inside his jacket pocket, Eric found himself sneering at the thought of this asshole casually taking what didn't belong to him and, even worse still, profiting from it. His watch, his stainless-steel, limited-edition Rolex, that hung heavy even from his thick wrist, cost him an even seventeen-thousand dollars, and now - Fuck - he was just suppose to hand it over? Well, yeah, he was, because even though he had just told himself that his life wasn't one of the things the thug planned on taking, it didn't mean that he couldn't fuck him up royally to get what he wanted if Eric refused. Therefore, as much as it pained him to part with the timepiece, he did exactly that. He undid it and slid it off over his gloved hand however, as he did this the thug proceeded to move in real close, so close his putrid scent could be smelled and his bad breath could be felt, washing over the smooth, tan skin of his handsome face, which only made Eric cough once more, for, almost impossibly so, both smelled worse than the rotting trash surrounding them. And then the guy did something so strange, so out of place, that it actually confused Eric. He kissed him on the nose and then laughed in his face! What the fuck? he actually muttered as he thrust the watch up between them, hoping that the guy would back off and take his foul scent and twisted personality with him.
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Ah yes, there it is... Thanks love. Frank smiled as he held up the watch to a light overhead. It was beautiful, and was going to make him and his boss very happy men. As he looked away he dug the blade slightly deeper into Eric's chest. It was a gesture that screamed I may be looking away, but try anything while I am and you're getting cut badly, no matter what you do. With one fluid motion Frank deposited the watch into another of his many pockets. This pocket wasn't like the others. It was on meant to hold expensive merchandise, the real deal. It wouldn't do at all to have this watch get knicked or scratched in any way. A single scrape could mean an easy loss of a thousand dollars. Not worth the risk. Tell you what buddy, I'm feeling generous and satisfied. I'm not going to ask you for any more of your pretty baubles. That grin of Frank's face suggested things weren't quite finished yet, and it very quickly turned into a mock frown. However, there is one way in which I'm not quite satisfied yet. In fact... I'm not satisfied at all. And that won't do now will it? Can't have me walking away feeling bad. Shaking his head, Frank continued, You see, Eric... He paused on the name and emphasized it. All of this action has gotten me pretty worked up. Normally I can wait until I get somewhere where this behavior is more acceptable, but now I just can't. Another pause as he brought his face close again, breathing heavier. Let's just say I blame that pretty face of yours. He laughed lightly then as his frown again turned into a smile. You know what I'm referring too, don't you? I know you're not a stupid boy...
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Disgusted with this entire situation - although, mostly with himself for behaving like a total idiot by putting himself in harms way - Eric watched as one of his prized possessions was swiped, inspected, and then safely tucked away within the thief's jacket. Shifting just a little as the guy did all of this, his simple gesture was immediately met with the tip of the blade being pressed more firmly into his pec, practically piercing the fine, linen fabric of his dress shirt however, for whatever reason the guy didn't actually perform the dirty deed of slicing his shirt or cutting the skin beneath it. No, instead, he proceeded to inform Eric that he was essentially done with taking what wasn't his. Really? That was it? Only his watch and, well, a bit of his pride were going to suffer? Otherwise, he was free to go?! But then he started talking again, about not feeling fully satisfied or happy, and about how he felt all worked up - even going as far as to pointedly slip in his name, which certainly made him feel uneasy, not liking it one bit that this stranger would address him so casually, so intimately - but none of this, absolutely none of this, made any sense to Eric. What was this guy getting at? What did he want him to do now? Tell him a few jokes to lift his spirits? Well, fuck, if that was all it was going to take... But no. That wasn't what this man wanted at all. Not by a long shot. It was written all over his stupid face, too, which was now just inches away from his own, and it was fairly obvious in the way that he was now breathing, ever so heavily however, it was his comment about Eric's pretty face that really drove his point home. He...he wanted to... Make out?! Well, no, fucking, way! He wasn't into that shit! He wasn't that sort of boy! Yet - Damnit! - he wasn't exactly in the best situation to refuse the guy, now was he? The knife was still out and the thug was more or less perfectly positioned over him, pinning him to the dumpster. If he tried to fight him, tried to even make a move in that vein, he would get stuck with the knife...or worse. He...he could do this. Couldn't he? He had to do this. Didn't he? It was either do it, and live with the horrible memory for the rest of his life, or not, and have no life to live at all. Therefore, after taking a deep breath, he proceeded to lick his full lips and then close his eyes, before tilting his head just so, so that the guy could make his move. Please, just...get this over with already, his mind practically begged, as he licked his suddenly dry lips once more, dreading what was coming next.
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Frank laughed as the man below him licked his lips, closed his eyes and puckered up. He lightly slapped the side of his face a few times, hard enough to sting after the first few and leave the side of his face slightly red. Well, well... Look at you. He laughed again. Despite him being a big man, he could only be described as cute given his worried, embarrassed expression. You'd think this was your first time. Maybe it is? Oh... That's adorable. I'm taking your cherry. Frankly he didn't care, but Frank lived for these moments eliciting these moments of weakness in men that wouldn't be caught dead showing weakness. It sent a shiver throughout his body. Without waiting any longer, and leaving the knife pressed tightly against his pec to serve as a reminder, he grabbed his chin tightly. A second later he dove in, pressing his lips hard against Eric's. He didn't stop there, and shoved his tongue between them, between his teeth, to invade every inch of his now opened mouth. It was sloppy, but Frank wanted it that way. He let his saliva build and run from his tongue into Eric's mouth. This continued for about a minute, but when Frank pulled himself away he bit Eric's bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood. Kissing him once more he pulled away, making sure to leave the slightest bit of red on his own lips. Open your eyes you little shit. Another laugh, this one sounding colder and more cruel than the previous ones. You're not a fucking virgin on prom night, as much as it may feel like it.
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Surprised by the slaps, Eric's eyes fluttered open, just in time for the guy to laugh right in his face. What the hell? his confused mind questioned as he felt his cheeks flush hot from the slaps and than even hotter from the guy's demeaning comments. Adorable? He was adorable? Why? Because he hadn't kissed another man? How was that adorable? As far as Eric was concerned it was more of an... Jesus! The moment he felt the guy's grubby hand on his chin, holding his head firmly in place, Eric's entire body went stiff. Then the guy's lips came, hard and rough against his own, followed quickly by his tongue forking inside, invading his mouth. With his eyes flashing wide, Eric let slip a moan, but it certainly wasn't a favorable, pleasure-filled moan that one would've probably expelled had they enjoyed what was happening to them. No, it was one filled with disgust and even anger. So it wasn't actually a moan at all, but a deep and relentless groan that only grew louder as the asshole slobbered all over him, feeding him his spit along the way, which tasted like liquid smoke. Disgusted, Eric made the bold move of putting one of his gloved hands up on the guy's shoulder, all in an effort to keep him from resting his filthy form completely on top of him, which he felt like could easily happen if this went on for much longer. Which it did, for what felt like many minutes more, until - What the fuck! - the jerkoff bit him! Shocked, because it happened so unexpectedly, so quickly, Eric sneered at the guy as he pulled away, seeing a trace of blood on his own, spit slick lips. Bringing a gloved hand to his mouth, he also ran his tongue over the spot that had been bitten, tasting blood as he did. And as much as he wanted to focus on what had just been done to him, Eric found himself not only listening to the guy as he continued to mock him some more, but looking up at him and, more specifically, his fully packed crotch that appeared to house an obscene erection within his faded jeans. Fuck no, he found himself reflexively muttering, as he shook his head and started to shift from a sitting position to a kneeling one, with the intention of getting to his feet at this point, seeing that the knife had been temporarily removed from his chest. You...you can't be serious, he sputtered now, as he felt his insides churn and a trickle of sweat drip from both of his armpits, dampening his dress shirt. Then his eyes darted up to the guy's humorless face and it was painfully obvious that the guy meant exactly what he was implying. There's gotta be something else...., he sort of just blurted now, letting his words trail off, as his mind began to race for what that something else would be. Last edited Mar 5, 2019
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Frank was not happy with the show of resistance, but at the same time it excited him. He was used to men becoming hollowed out husks as soon as the first move had been made. This one had the audacity to push back, even if it was just a slight push. Hope you can explain this to your date buddy, Frank said, just as Eric tried to move onto his knees. Almost immediately after he swung, them knuckled part of the knife connecting with Eric's head just above his left ear. Hitting him in the face would be a bad idea, and hitting him too hard with the knuckles could kill him. As such the punch wasn't that hard, just enough to ring his bell... A lot. If there was another option I'd have taken that too. You understand now don't you boy? I'm taking what I want, and you're giving it to me. You won't get out of this. He had grabbed his hair to raise his face up to his, and spat on his cheek. After laughing, he moved in to lick the spit off before laughing again. Better get that mouth ready by the way, I don't like my sleeves dry. He let that sink in. Surely given his actions and that statement Eric would know exactly what was coming next. Frank had begun to unbuckle his jeans. Difficult, considering how hard he already was. He'd never identified as gay, but seeing big men fall at his hands got him roaring every time. A few seconds later his cock was out, the knife back at Eric's chest in case he got any ideas or recovered from the blow too quickly.
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Frank grinned wider and wider at every twitch of Eric's face. Every muscle movement screamed out that he was drowning in his emotions, and it made Frank feel amazing. He didn't think it was possible to get as hard as he was right now, yet he did. His hand gripped Eric's hair even harder, though he doubted Eric would even notice at this point. His attention was glued to a certain member stuck in front of his face. Frank knew that feeling he'd been in similar situations when he first joined up with his current gang. That sense of horror and inevitability, powerless despite feeling so powerful moments before. Watching Eric go through the same motions cause him to chuckle more than once. Everyone started on the bottom wrung. It seemed like an eternity, probably for the both of them, before Eric finally pushed his face forward, mouth open, and began to take his cock into his mouth. Taking too long, Frank thought, as he closed the rest of the distance with a push of his hips, shoving the entirely of his length into his mouth and down the back of his throat. The rush of it elicited a gag, which to Frank was the best possible reaction. There ya go. Not so bad right? It gets easier too. Eric couldn't look high enough to see the grin on Frank's face, or the glint in his eyes. Now, I'm sure you know where to go from her. Been on the receiving end of this enough times I'm sure. Eric's mouth was dry, and obviously he'd be shit at it, but that wasn't where Frank derived pleasure. It was all about his body language, and that look on his face. Priceless. It was taking this man boy a bit longer than he'd hoped to get the message. Frank didn't mind too much as he simply began using his grip on his hair to get him going. I'm only going to help you so much. Rest is up to you. I trust you know what'll happen if I don't leave this alley satisfied. To make it obvious he drew the knife up from his chest to his neck, and around his ear. He circled his vitals, expertly avoiding cutting him but at the same time showing him just how sharp it was, and that he'd be more than happy to use it given the opportunity.
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Hot dog. Sausage. Salami. Those were the thoughts and, more specifically, the images Eric forced into his mind as his mouth became stuffed with something of the same nature, at least in shape and, to a degree, texture. He couldn't, not even for second, allow himself to fully comprehend what was sliding between his lips and over his tongue, regardless of the fact that he had allowed himself to see it enter, nor the fact that this thing inside his mouth seemed to not only have a mind of its own, as it bucked and grew, but also a distinct musky odor and taste, that smelled nothing like any of those meats. Taking it timidly at first, one inch at a time, Eric soon found himself gagging on the generous length as it was suddenly rammed down his throat. Fighting to keep his eyes shut, which he managed to do, he then attempted to place all of his efforts on breathing, for his nose was now the only option, seeing that his throat was stuffed full. Inhaling deeply, he actually gagged again as that distinct scent flooded his nostrils. It was ripe and relentless, assaulting his senses in full, so much so, it actually made his pinched eyes water. You...you can do this, he just kept telling himself. You have to do this. However, as the agonizing minutes passed, he began to falter, began to struggle some more, and instead of the guy giving up on him and his pathetic attempt, he gripped his hair more firmly and thrust deeper still, laughing as he did. Then, to encourage him some more, that damn knife was brought back into play, tracing long lines along his powerful neck, his strong jaw, and his pretty face, just deep enough to remind him that it was still there and ready to be implemented at a moments notice. Fuck. Feeling a heightened sense of fear and dread immediately well up inside of him and then bubble to the surface, causing more sweat to drip not only from his pits but now his whole body, Eric refocused his efforts. He had to do this, and he had to do it better than he was. Or else. So, after taking another deep breath through his nose, he got to work on wrapping his lips more firmly around the...the shaft...and - Oh god! - utilizing his tongue to dance upon the surface of it. He...he knew what worked for him, so, he imagined, the same would hold true for this guy. Right? More pressure, more teasing. More sucking, more licking. That's what worked for him, that's what usually got him off, especially when the focus was placed squarely on his more sensitive parts, like just under the head and around the tip. Please, dear god, let this work , he found himself practically begging now to some unseen entity in the sky. Please.
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It was working, as Frank let out a loud and triumphant moan. Men usually proved to be pretty good at handling another's cock. It made sense they knew what they themselves wanted. Frank continued to hold onto Eric's head, pulling himself in and out of his mouth even as the pretty man worked what he could. It wouldn't do to let him feel like he even had a sliver of control in this situation. All Eric could do at this point was try to make it as easy as possible on himself. Every few seconds Frank would get a little bit excited and the knife would dig a little bit deeper as his body tensed. Each time he was able to remind himself not to kill the poor guy and relaxed his grip. At one point he went a bit too far and very lightly sliced Eric along his jawline. It didn't matter so much... Cut when shaving perhaps? Frank just smiled and continued. It wasn't long after that when Frank felt himself pass the point of being able to calm himself. It took a while, Eric not being too familiar with handling another's cock, but he got him there. Frank redoubled his efforts, moving faster and gripping hard as he felt himself getting closer and closer to orgasm. That's it... That's it! Oh such a good boy! His voice was loud, loud enough that someone may have heard. Frank didn't care as he laughed. This was the best part. Without warning, he ripped his cock from Eric's mouth as it twitched and spasmed. Then, after about a second, he came. Once, then twice, Frank pushed as much cum from his cock as he could manage. He shot it all over Eric's pretty face, staining it white. Frank lapped it all up as he grinned and looked down. This really was the best part, watching a big independent man react to being made another man's little bitch. What better way to express that then cover his face in cum? Frank couldn't help from laughing. It was full of glee.