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Steve Harrington/Russian Guards, Rope, Rough and Violent, Praise Kink

[(Anonymous)]

For the Russians to not hurt Robin, Steve offers service and his body up to the Guard's pleasure. Rough and Violent sex with Steve openly moaning and loving it when he thought he wouldn't.

Would love some Slutty Steve with a praise kink, tied up and for it to end with the Guards letting both of them go and calling things off, so long as Steve comes around every so often so they can use him.

Re: Steve Harrington/Russian Guards, Rope, Rough and Violent, Praise Kink

[(Anonymous)]

+1

I'm always intrigued by Steve/Russians, but usually it also includes Robin/Russians which is such a massive squick for me that I never get to read them:/

Re: Steve Harrington/Russian Guards, Rope, Rough and Violent, Praise Kink - Fill

[(Anonymous)]

// Hope this is what you were after!! //

Steve really doesn't want to like this. He wants to close his eyes, disassociate and get this over with, but his body won't let him. His torso is bare, and his arms are tied behind his back, rope burning his wrists. His face is pressing into the cold concrete floor and his ass raised in the air. His shorts are pulled down to his knees, and two thick fingers are sliding in and out of him. The bastards didn't even use lube, and yet he's already biting back a moan with every thrust. He feels exposed, humiliated. He's at least thankful they took Robin to a different room. He doesn't want her to see this.
"Little slut takes it well," the thick Russian accent comes from behind him, and he hears a few grunts of agreement. It's hard to tell how many are in the room with them, but Steve's unsure if he really wants to know.
"Give him more. Gonna want that hole stretched for what's to come," another voice says, and Steve winces as another finger is added without hesitation.
It's too much too soon, and the third digit releases a wave of pain. The stretch burns and Steve hisses into the concrete, his teeth gritted. After a few thrusts he notices less friction, the slide of it becomes easier. He doesn't want to think it, but he knows he's bleeding. That thought sends a shiver through him, and with the new ease of it the man behind him begins to thrust harder.
"Look at that. Pretty boy is getting wet for us," the man fingering him speaks proudly, Steve can hear the fucking grin in his voice. "Wetter than any pussy I've felt."
The comment causes Steve's stomach to coil, his soft dick twitching between his thighs. The man's pace quickens further, and he can hear a collection of grunts and groans from his audience. He doesn't need to look up to know they are all touching themselves, getting off to the sick show in front of them.
"Hurry up, would you?" Someone speaks out of frustration, and without warning the fingers are removed from Steve's hole far too quickly. It causes him to gasp, but he isn't given any time to adjust to the emptiness. As quickly as the digits were gone, a pair of calloused hands are gripping tightly onto his ass. He feels something blunt press against his hole, and within a second the man behind him pushes forward, bottoming out in one movement.
Steve lets out a cry into the floor, his torso shaking. The cock inside him stretches more than the fingers and he can feel his hole trembling around the girth.
"So fucking tight," the man begins to pull out at an agonizingly slow pace until only the head of his cock is inside Steve's twitching hole. Once again, he slams inside, and this time Steve is unable to hold back the low moan that is released from his throat. This seems to encourage the man, and suddenly he is fucking into Steve with a brutal pace, his fingernails digging sharply into the flesh of his ass cheeks, forcing Steve back onto his cock.
Steve's cheek is dragging against the harsh concrete and tears are stinging in his eyes. With every thrust he's gasping for breath, unable to keep up with the pace. It's hard to breathe with his face pressed against the floor and, as if reading his mind, the man behind him grips a hand into his hair, pulling him up by the roots at his scalp.
The change in position instantly introduces a new angle, the cock inside of him now jabbing directly onto his prostate with every thrust. Steve cries out from the pleasure, his mouth falling slack. His tense body eases, and he feels blood rushing into his own dick. Fuck, no. He can’t like this.
“Such a good boy,” he hears above him as a hand grips onto his jaw, fixing his mouth open. He looks up to see the man holding his face, his thick cock proudly held in front of Steve. There are two other men stood behind, stroking their own cocks as if in time with the thrusts coming from behind him.
“I want you to gag on it, okay pretty boy?”
Steve can’t help it. The man’s words are making his brain melt, and Steve nods dumbly to the man above him, drool already pooling in his mouth. He’s losing his senses due to the constant press against his prostate, and now all he can think about is how much he wants to please these men and keep their praise coming.
The man above him grins wolfishly before pushing his cock past Steve’s lips. Steve does his best to keep his mouth relaxed, pressing his tongue to the underside of the man’s length. The thrusts from behind send his body forward, and before Steve knows it the cock is pushing down his throat. He gags loudly, drool dribbling down his chin. Instinct tells him to pull off, but with his hands tied behind his back he has nowhere to go.
“So fucking good for us,” the man above him speaks, fucking his hips in time with the man behind so that with each thrust against his prostate there is a thrust against his throat. “Never seen anyone take cock so well. You love it, don’t you? You’re a fucking cock slut.”
Tears are streaming down Steve’s cheeks now, and his own dick is achingly hard and neglected between his legs. He wants to nod in agreement with the man, knowing deep down Steve has always fantasized about being used like this.
“Gonna come in this sweet ass soon,” the man behind him grunts, his pace starting to stutter. The man above groans in agreement. Steve can’t help but moan at the thought of it, causing him to gag further.
“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you sweetheart? Want us to fill you with come from both ends?”
Steve squeezes his eyes shut. He wants to beg for it but can’t, and so to show he wants it pushes himself forwards until the man’s cock is buried to the hilt. He swallows thickly, gagging as he does so and drooling spit onto the floor.
That’s all it takes for the man above, who grabs Steve’s skull with both hands and keeps himself buried deep as he comes directly down Steve’s throat. Steve tries to breathe through it, and he feels the man behind him slam in once, twice more before stilling, his cock pulsing inside of him.
Steve remains in that filled position for a few seconds more before both men pull out, sending Steve crashing to the floor with a thud. He gasps for breath, curling in on himself as he feels semen drip out between his thighs.
He’s only given a few moments of peace before a new set of hands grab at his torso, hauling him up to his feet. His shorts are torn off of him, leaving him completely bare.
“You did well, pretty boy,” the man holding him says, smiling almost gently. The words once again send his heart soaring, his cock leaking and begging for release. “I bet you can do even better for us, though.”
The man turns Steve on his feet, and he glances to the floor to see another man laying there. He’s slowly jerking his dick, grinning at Steve.
“Come sit on my cock, baby,” the man practically purrs, and the other behind Steve slowly walks him over to the man, getting him to place a foot either side of his hips. The hands on his torso guide him down, encouraging Steve to bend his knees until he is hovering above the man’s cock below him.
“Good boy,” the man states, before both of his hands grasp Steve’s hips and pull him down in one smooth movement.
Steve gasps loudly, eyes shooting open. The man has his knees bent to allow him to thrust upwards, and he too sets a brutal pace right away. The slide is easy due to the mix of semen and blood, and Steve finds himself enjoying the position more, gravity helping to pull him down and increase the pressure on his prostate.
He’s far too gone now to worry about how he should react, and so Steve gives into it. He lets every moan and breathy sigh fall out of him. He allows himself to throw his head back and even rock his hips down against the man, wishing he had some friction against his own cock.
“God, look at that. So fucking desperate for it, aren’t you?” Steve nods eagerly at the man’s words, wants him to keep speaking. “You look like you could take more, baby. Is that right? Tell me, can you take more?”
“Y-yes,” Steve croaks out, voice hoarse and broken from the face-fucking he had received.
“That’s what I thought. So fucking good.”
From behind, Steve feels another set of hands on his torso once again, slowing the pace. He’s pulled up so that just the head of the man’s cock is barely inside, and he wants to protest until he feels another length press against his hole.
His eyes widen, glancing over his shoulder to the man behind.
“Take a deep breath, baby.”
“Wait-“ Steve words end up choked as the second cock pushes inside him, filling him up more than he can handle. His fingernails dig into his palms behind his back, his hands writhing against his constraints and causing further burns on his wrists from the rope. A fresh set of tears stream down his cheeks as he gasps for breath.
“Doing so fucking well. Wish you could see this. God, you’re so fucking tight,” the man behind him moans, slowly building up his pace with the man beneath.
Their dicks slide against each other, fucking carefully inside of Steve and with every glide stretching him further. He can feel himself tearing, his whole body now hot and burning. Despite the pain, his own cock continues to leak pre-come, desperate to be touched.
“Never felt anything like this before, baby. You’re a fucking miracle, you know that?”
Steve keeps his eyes closed and focuses on the praise. He wants to do well, wants to be as good as they tell him he is. Steadying his breath, Steve slowly begins to rock his hips down, earning himself two moans of approval.
“That’s it sweetheart, just like that.”
A hand trails up his torso and to his throat, fingers gripping around his jugular. Steve focusses on the pressure around his throat and tries to regulate his breathing, doing his best to ignore the pain and find pleasure in this.
The pace begins to build once again until both men are fucking him relentlessly, the room soon filled with gasps from all three.
“Fuck.. fuck, yes. So fucking good.” Steve isn’t sure who’s saying it. Maybe it’s him. He knows the two men are close now, and the constant pressure from too cocks against his prostate is becoming too much.
“Want us to come together. Can you do that, sweetheart?” The man behind asks, and Steve nods quickly, though he isn’t sure he can.
A hand reaches around and finally grips the base of Steve’s cock. His body is completely overstimulated and sensitive, and with one stroke Steve is crying out. He tenses completely, his hole pulsing around both lengths inside of him as he comes stripes up against his chest. His orgasm lasts for minutes, his body convulsing as his dick jerks against the man’s hand. At some point, he feels both men fill him up, showering him with praise as they do so.
The moments after are blurry for Steve. He’s manhandled until he is once again collapsed on the cold floor, his body shaking. The rope tying his hands is cut lose, and he curls in on himself, hugging his torso. A hand gently pets his hair, and he begins to feel himself drift.
“You did so well. You earned your release, pretty boy. We’ll let you go, but on one condition. You will come back for more, won’t you?”
Steve can no longer feel embarrassed. He can’t feel shame or regret. He saved himself and Robin, and he was such a good boy. He did so well.
His smile is soft and he nods in response to the man before finally falling asleep.

Re: Steve Harrington/Russian Guards, Rope, Rough and Violent, Praise Kink - Fill

[(Anonymous)]

I'm not the OP, but thank you for writing😳