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Shafted Quiver	By : darkarcherlady Category: 1 through F > Arrow Views: 12896 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Target Practice
Full Story Summary: Very dark and violent version of Arrow TV show universe. No woman involved all gay relationships. Sex is used as a manipulative way to get what one wants and it is the norm. There is rape, sexual assault, no protection and blood play. Again very very very very violent! The stories take place over the first two seasons of Arrow basically a retelling of the show, so if you haven’t watched the show there may be spoilers.
Warnings for entire story if you are queazy don’t read! This will be violent sex and no love making to speak of, even if the characters think they are it will be rough, very rough sex! You have been warned!
Pairings: Slade/Oliver, Oliver/Yao Fei, Oliver/Ivo, Ivo/Slade, Oliver/Tommy, Tommy/Slade, Oliver/Diggle, Oliver/Roy, Roy/Barry, Roy/Barry/Oliver, Roy/Slade, & Roy/Slade/Oliver.
Chapter Summary: Roy & Oliver are captured by a very alive and Amazo drugged up Slade. Much torture and sex happens.
Chapter Pairing: Roy/Oliver, Oliver/Slade, Oliver/Drugged Goon
“Slade don’t! I am the one you want to hurt, leave him alone.” Those were the words Roy heard as he came back to reality with a sharp pain up his spine starting at his ass.
“No, this young boy has gotten your interest. You let yourself be distracted by him, you let your guard down. You have not done that sense I taught you the rules of the game.” The man’s voice was cruel, angry and harsh. There was a laughter to the words as well; a knowing smirk Roy could hear even if he could not see the man who spoke them.
“Slade I am sorry I left you, I am sorry I hurt you. You do not need to take your hatred and anger out on anyone but me.” Oliver pleaded. Roy suddenly remembered the story of Slade, the man who had taught Oliver so much and yet betrayed him ultimately in the end.
“Oh it looks like the boy is finally awake. Say hello to your hero boy, what do you think of him now?”
Roy’s eyes adjusted to the dim lighting of the room as he observed the occupants. About seven men all in black and orange masks all with no other clothing on, stood opposite of him in a small chamber. Their dicks were large, erect, and dripping. Roy was bound with leather and was unable to move. One of the men in masks was pumping his dick into tanned skin, sculptured abs, and a beautiful face that was twisted into pleasure pain. Oliver was being raped.
“I will take any pain you wish to give me, I will not succumb to you.” Roy stated aware of his hero’s moans of pleasure as the man fucked him with no remorse.
“Oh a boy after my own…Well since I do not have a heart anymore, what are you after boy?” A voice asked behind him. Roy was suspended in the air, legs and arms spread eagle. Immediately something large and rough was pushed into his unprepared ass. He moaned at the pain, but did not move away from it.
“I will gladly take what ever punishment you had planned for him.” Roy stated bravely not looking at his hero.
“No Roy you don’t know what you are…” The man’s voice was stopped abruptly as a dick was forced into his mouth. Roy’s cock bounced on his own as he watched him take the dick like a champ, he remembered how it had felt to feel the man’s dick in his mouth. He was hungry for it now. It lay erect and dripping untouched and purpling on the tortured Oliver’s stomach as he was fucked from behind and in front.
Another sharp pain was felt, this time it was against his arm as if he was injected with something. “You will see what your tryst has done this time, Oliver. What you have created in this boy as the amazo drug courses through his body. What have you unleashed?”
Oliver awoke feeling numb, used, and exhausted. His ass was being used by another large dick and his throat was dry with being overused. As he emerged from his unconscious state he could hear movement behind him. The dicks left his body and sound ceased. He fell back into dreamless sleep.
His body was wrenched out of sleep as hands began to caress him, slowly softly as if trying to sooth his aching muscles. Oil was lathered on warm to the touch and he was being massaged. Yet he was still in the chamber’s Slade had taken Roy and himself too. What was Slade doing now? He had thought all Slade wanted to do was kill him. He had been proven wrong when Slade had gone on to allow his amazo infected soldiers to have their way with him. Slade had laughed and enjoyed the sight of his once willing pupil and sex slave being fucked and raped.
Then Slade had brought in Roy, strung him up and awoken him to show Roy what Oliver really was. A failure to the city and a sex whore and unworthy of Roy’s hero worship and dare he call it love. Roy he thought had surprised Slade not giving in to his tactics even though Oliver had continued to take the abuse.
Right before Oliver had dropped off into unconsciousness he had seen Roy react to the torture he had been taking, he had seen the pleasure, and so had Slade.
Smooth callused hands soothed his wounded bruised skin. “This is what you needed right boy?” Slade’s voice was right against his ear. Oliver tensed, it was Slade who was giving him pleasure? But why? “You left me for no reason you needed to be punished and you came back to me, with a conciliation prize no less. That boy of yours is a feisty one.” Slade spoke Oliver felt his smile against his skin. Oliver’s dick twitched, he knew how good Roy could be.
“Oh you know the pleasure of which I speak of don’t you?” A hand snaked down along his torso, smooth abs and against his upper thigh. Ignoring his erection completely, which was growing thick and heavy by the second.
“Slade…” Oliver spoke breathily.
“I’m right here Oliver.” Slade stated suddenly five feet in front of him and to his left.
Oliver suddenly felt the hands on his erection and they tightened to a level of pain he had only felt once before.
“How does it feel to have your hero in your hands, boy?” Slade asked.
Oliver tensed, the hand’s did not belong to Slade, they belonged to Roy.
“He deserves so much more torture for what he did to you. He treated you like a whore,…”
“No Roy, I…”
“Tsk, tsk the slave speaks out of turn. What will you do?” Slade asks.
Before Oliver can speak a reply a finger pushes into his ass and he moans loudly. His open mouth is stuffed with a ball and locked around his head. He immediately moans over it and wishes he could have more self-control when dealing with these two men.
The finger didn’t leave it began to pump increasingly harsh into him no preparation at all. The grip around his erection loosened just slightly and then tightened again as something smooth was pushed into his ass and locked around his balls.
He then was lowered so Roy’s dick was in his face. His mouth was freed just long enough so he could breath then a cock was stuffed into his mouth. He learned how to deep throat from Slade, who not only taught him the art of hand-to-hand combat but had also taught him on those cold damp nights of the island to keep warm and be pleasured. It had taken a turn for the worse because of Ivo’s manic need to keep him to himself. Slade’s almost death and resurrection with the amazo drug had not helped matters.
The amazo drug had made Slade jealous with rage at anyone who touched Oliver and because of this swore to kill anyone who had. This caused the death of Tommy which Oliver never forgave Slade for. Oliver’s body however as much as he loved Tommy and his calm and soothing love making, always longed for the pleasure pain of Slade’s fucking. Roy had almost cured him of his needs, giving him just enough control over him that Oliver thought he might be rid of Slade’s manipulations. He had been wrong.
Now the same drug that had ruined his chances with Slade, was boiling through Roy’s blood. Oliver needed to think of a cure and fast. Though he had enjoyed the rough fucking Slade had given him he had never given in completely to what Slade had wanted to believe he was, hungry for all cock not just the man in front of him. Maybe that was the key have the two men go against each other, maybe just maybe they would fuck each other enough to tire themselves out and Oliver could get free. It just might work, he just needed to put his plan into action.
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