Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Gundam Wing Hentai ❯ Rink ( Chapter 8 )

Rink

 

Gundam Wing Hentai #8

 

Pairings: Rashidx2

Warnings: Angst, AU, NCS, Duo POV.

Rating: NC-17

Summary: All Duo ever wanted was to make his dead mother proud by getting the Olympic gold metal, but just how far is willing to go for the gold?

 

My name is Duo Maxwell and ever since I was a little kid, there has only been one thing on my mind: being the best skater there ever was. Now I'm sixteen and I've gone a long way since then. Right now, I'm training for the Olympics and I have a pretty good shot at it. My mother, the kindest woman you could ever meet, was an Olympic skater. However, she developed lung cancer and was unable to win the gold before she died. For her, and in honor of her memory, I'd decided to do whatever it took to win the metal. After suffering many jeers about a boy careering in figure skating, I've finally gotten this far and I'm not about to give up now! But, things are never so easy are they?

I finished my routine and skated towards the bleachers and heard clapping.

“That was an amazing performance!” A very large man with brown hair and Arabic features told me with a smile. My manager, Trowa, smiled reassuringly at me. I knew at a glance that this stranger was Rashid Shahir, the Committee Chief. I bowed respectively to him as Trowa shook his hand.

“Thank you so much for coming, sir,” he said. Rashid took my hand, his own seemed almost comically large around mine, though I considered them more frightening than funny.

“You must be Duo Maxwell,” he said with a strange smile, eying my body in its tight, black, leotard that I always wore when I was practicing. I shivered. “How would you like to join me for dinner? My treat?” I stuttered in response. Really, I did not want to go with this man, but he literally held my future in his hand.

“Go with him, Duo,” Trowa ordered.

 

I dressed as well as I could, but considering who I would be dining with tonight, I still felt underdressed in my slacks and white, cotton, buttoned-down shirt. Dinner wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Our conversation was relaxed and I started to little by little, fade away from it…

 

I woke up in a strange, yet comfy bed in an opulent room, my shirt unbuttoned and my underwear and pants gone. I blinked blearily, my head pounding.

“Awake already?” Rashid's familiar voice asked, amazed. “I gave you a very strong sedative and you certainly are thin… oh, well.” I screamed. Rashid was naked and more intimidating than ever. There was no way I would be able to overcome him. My only hope was that someone would come to my aid. However, my efforts were only laughed at as he grabbed wrist and gripped my chin to look into my eyes.

“No one will hear you here.”

“Stay away from me!” I continued to yell.

“Stop being so stubborn, little boy!” He said sternly, “I can ruin your skating career quite easily. Do you want to go to the Olympics or not?” I froze. “Do what you're told and I'll treat you right. Be my slave for now on and call me master or I'll see that you'll regret it.” I stood and shucked out of my shirt, a deep blush burning my face. I had come this far and I was not going to throw it away in one night.

“You have a pretty nice body for a sixteen year old, Duo.” He laid down on the bed, his immense cock jutting out from his body impressively.

“Come lick it,” he ordered. There was no way I was getting that monster near my body, but I suppose licking it would be okay. I licked at the head attentively. The taste was weird, bitter and strong and salty all at the same time.

“Put it in your mouth,” tears sprang to my eyes at his command. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, but I still felt my muscles straining at his size. I felt disgusted at the sound of his moans, disgusted at the strange desire I had to see if I could fit him in me.

“On all fours,” he withdrew his length from my throat, making me gag a little at the sudden change, “show me your hole and raise your ass,” as always, I obeyed with the image of my dream in mind, even as it seemed to be slipping away from me. I shuddered as I felt his large hands on me, spreading my ass cheeks.

“So beautiful,” he murmured. I felt my tears slide down my cheeks in embarrassment. Something slick slid down my hole and I cried out. Meaty fingers stretched me roughly and I winced. He tossed me onto my back and bent me double with my legs next to my head. Then, he was thrusting into me and I was screaming in pain. Heat blossomed throughout my entire body with the pain and a strange, almost tearing sensation. My ass felt completely stuffed and my body rocked back and forth with the force of his intense thrusts.

“Owww… ah!” I screamed as I orgasmed, my hot cum contacting with my stomach. Rashid grabbed my shoulders and brought me onto his lap. He gripped my hips and moved me up and down on his length. My vision was starting to grey.

“You're so cute, Duo,” he murmured against my neck, sucking on my skin hard, “just like a little doll.”

`Mother…,' I thought just as I blacked out.

 

Weeks have passed and nothing has changed. I remain his slave and others as well. My dreams are so clouded now that I have to struggle to see my mother's face. But that's ok. Just like Rashid says, he takes good care of me.

 

 

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