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Break Him In: Far Cry 3	By : Whatadream24 Category: +A through F > Far Cry Series Views: 3246 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Break Him In: Far Cry 3
- 2-Chapter two
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Hearts pounding, heads aching, and yet they still felt a sudden rush of sexual frustration. The heat and the contact between their two bodies messed with their head.
The fight still continued on, and once Vaas had Jason pumbled down, he held his own weight above the american, using sly movements to get to Jason's clothing. Jason had done the same thing, trying to rip Vaas free of his clothes, but the pirate cursed and held both of his arms back, above his head. Hoyt watched the sudden change of the situation, and realized he had held his breath for a moment just to bring his surprised attention towards the two wrestling on the floor.
The young woman turned her head down in pain and shame; she didn't want to see what was going on, didn't want to wait to see what will happen, but Hoyt gave her a gentle smile and brushed a hand down her long hair stuck to her moist back.
"Would you like to join?" he asked, seeing that startled, innocent look shine in her chocolate eyes. She shook her head, and felt her face go terribly hot. She was a prostitute, but she's never in her whole eighteen years, been with more than one man. The idea of it actually scared her a little, but it also had boosted up her curiosity more than ever.
Hoyt just resumed smiling down at her and returned his attention towards the two men before him.
Jason groaned, now realizing that yet again he had no control over his own actions; Vaas had stripped Jason down to his boxers just before he started on himself.
The heat between them was still growing hot.
Out of frustration, Jason reached one hand out to brush across Vaas's shaven skull, but the man snapped at him, getting so close to his face, that Jason could feel the pendant of Vaas's necklace hit the underside of his chin. It wasn't fair, this wasn't a fair game.
"No fuckin' touching unless I say so, got it hermano?" Vaas cursed, with a hand wrapped threateningly tight around one of Jason's wrists.
Jason's never been with another man like this, never like this; if he was in his right mind, he'd been scared shit-less to even be so bare and vulnerable like this, but that didn't matter anymore. Jason shifted his body beneath Vaas, and brought his legs up and around his waist, his body and soul practically begging for any kind of touch at all. Vaas snickered at the eager American boy, and lowered his body down on to Jason's, not too cautious of his weight, as his sun-chapped lips traced his creamy neck.
Jason's body trembled beneath Vaas, and soon, the american could already feel the opposite man's arousal pressing in to his lower gut.
Hoyt removed his cigar from his lips, and crushed it with his foot. The woman beside him was no longer watching, she was terrified, beaten, bruised and sweat-coated. He gave her a quick look and grabbed her by one of her shoulders, pulling her up to her bare feet.
Instantly, she was pressed in to the front of his desk, halfway bent over the top of it, while Hoyt nipped at her lips.
She shook beneath his touch, and that made him smile, as he used his hands to hold her hips in place.
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Vaas sat up and pulled the red-tank he wore up over his head, and discarded it in to the already made pile. Jason was frustrated, it never seemed to leave his mind; he kept on trying to touch Vaas, eyes gazing at his fuzzy toned torso, and yet Vaas stopped him again.
With one hand around the both of Jason's wrists, Vaas stared in to the boy's eyes, busy using his other hand to pull down his pants.
Jason's eyes never left Vaas's, and when they met lips, it was vicious, and quite violent. Groans were shared and finally, with two fingers poking at Jason's inner thigh, those boxers of his were pulled right off.
The air was still sticky, and their breath matched.
Vaas let go of Jason's wrists and thats when Jason, eager and lustful as shit, rolled his palms across the fuzzy torso of the older man, using fingertips to trace muscles, while Vaas violently searched the insides of Jason's mouth with a snake-like tongue.
Vaas was suddenly heavy, and his surprising thrusts made Jason's mind bobble.
"I know you want me hermano, you fuckin' want me, say it!" Vaas growled, his tone intimate and sneaky, leaving Jason's lips to dangerously nibble at his ear.
Jason furrowed his brows, and shut his eyes, using whatever amount of nail he still had on his fingers, raking them down the foreign man's tinted back. Vaas crowed and used a free hand to grab at the younger man's neck, glaring at him.
"Say it!" he spat, looking directly in to those green eyes of Jason's, tightening his fingers, until he could feel his racing pulse. He struggled to swallow and gasped out the words Vaas desperately wanted to hear.
"I wa-want yyou!" he choked and with a smile, Vaas let go of his throat, returning to his lips.
The woman beneath Hoyt ached, her back, her arms, her legs and her throbbing head. The man against her reeked of strong alcohol and dirty cigars that seemed to stain his clothing, but the kisses he shared were marvelous. She returned the kisses, but they were what he expected or wanted. She was an experienced prostitute, so with her not working with him, it angered him. He knew what she was capable of sexual wise.
He pulled violently at the back of her skull, tearing hair, and tossed her to the floor.
She landed to her knees, scraping them up pretty bad, and began to shed unwanted tears. Hoyt recognized the tears rolling down her cheeks, and he smirked, standing before her, looking down at her. She watched what he was currently doing, and once she found out what he was up to, her heart raced and she attempted to crawl away, but he grabbed her ankle, and held her in place, snapping his belt.
Vaas wasn't friendly when he penetrated the body beneath him; it was a struggle to get in, he was dry and tight, but the pain only seemed to last for five or so minutes. Jason groaned in pain beneath the older man, but it didn't bother Vaas, he just continued to move even faster and much more harder.
Fingernails raked down Vaas's back again, while Vaas watched Jason's face distort in so many ways.
Their breathing had matched, and their whimpers were loud. Their eyes never left each others and when they did, Vaas would hold Jason's chin in place, creating the eye contact he really wanted.
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The woman lay on the floor whimpering like a child, holding herself, feeling those tender belt welts burn with every little movement. Hoyt brushed back some hair, and tossed the belt, leaving her alone.
When he returned his attention back to the boys ahead of him, he smiled and witnessed the very end. They both reached their climax, and Vaas had rolled off soon after. That man still had his pants at his ankles, all he had to do was pull them up and stand to his feet, staring down at an exhausted Jason.
"Stand up hermano," Vaas kneeled before Jason, still shirtless, and reached out to poke his nose.
Jason shifted across the floorboards, and snapped open his eyes, not truly realizing what happened. He met Hoyt's gaze along with Vaas's.
He furrowed his brows, and groped himself to shield him from those wandering eyes of theirs. "What the fuck?" he raised his voice, and Hoyt grabbed the boy's clothing, tossing them right at him. The one pain he recognized was the tenderness in his ass. Damn, it hurt like hell, nothing he's ever felt before, and he's been through a lot of shit in his life.
Vaas stood up, put his tank back on, and made his way over towards the girl.
Jason was shaking almost uncontrollably. When Hoyt got down to his size, and pulled at his hair, he knew he was fucking stuck, again.
"Vaas and I share a little rule, whoever one of has, the other one takes, this might be the time where you show me how truly a man you are, yeah?" Hoyt said with a smile, fingers digging in to Jason's skull.
Jason only glared, and tasted blood.
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