Day 11 – Grindelgraves
Prompt: Object Insertion | Sounding | Cross-dressing | Tribadism/Scissoring
Rape/Non-Con
Chapter tags: Gellert Grindelwald/Original Percival Graves, Bondage, Sounding, Fingering, Object Insertion, Begging, Humiliation
“No, you – you bastard, for Merlin’s sake, stop!”
Grindelwald does not stop. He presses his fingers deeper inside, seeming to take pleasure from Graves’ hopeless struggles. He can’t get away, he can barely even move; Grindelwald has him trussed up at the edge of the sofa, stuck on his back and nearly folded in half, leaving both his ass and cock fully accessible. Grindelwald has taken full advantage of the position – a shiny metal rod already gleams in the tip of Graves’ cock, impaling him and fucking his cock as his muscles contract around the fingers in his ass. Graves had screamed when it went in, and Grindelwald had grinned like the devil.
“Oh pet,” he says, scissoring his fingers. “We’ve hardly begun.”
Graves opens his mouth to curse Grindelwald to hell and back, but all he can manage is a moan.
Grindelwald works him open mercilessly, steadily, and just slow enough to make it feel good. He can’t help getting absorbed in the rhythm of having his insides stretched, it’s not his fault that his mind starts to drift.
Eventually Grindelwald’s fingers leave him, and he isn’t sure if he’s relieved or disappointed. He doesn’t have time to ponder it – Grindelwald is inspecting his cock, gripping the end of the sound and slowly, slowly, sliding that unforgiving metal out of him.
Graves trembles, overworked muscles giving out as he sags against his bonds, but his respite is short lived. The next sound Grindelwald teases around his slit is thicker, heavier, and as it sinks into him Graves thinks he might die.
But his body takes it, opening up all too willingly.
He jolts when something cool presses past his rim, spreading his ass open around something smooth, cold, and unforgiving. He looks down in shock, a wave of nausea washing through him when he sees – the vase from the end table is halfway inside him, sticking out obscenely and stretching him open where its slim neck flares out into a wide base. Grindelwald has a look of determination on his face, watching Graves’ muscles shudder and twitch as his body adjusts to accommodate the intrusion.
Grindelwald fucks it in into him until he’s loose and sloppy, only pausing occasionally to switch his sound out for a bigger one. After one such interruption he pulls the vase out entirely, leaving him uncomfortably empty while he leans to reach for something Graves can’t see.
When Grindelwald settles back between his legs he’s holding a wine bottle, and Graves has a horrible moment of pure terror before his vision dissolves into darkness, falling numb to the world.
Mercurial Tenacity 