Stage 2- Make Him Scream | By : A.K.O.Shifting-Shadow Category: Stargate: SG-1 > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 1926 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A gasp echoed through the room, followed by a muffled cry. Ba’al wiggled his body against his host’s spine as the pleasure increased. He was back in a confined position, his knees were pressed to his chest exposing his lower half to his clone’s greedy eyes, the blasted ‘cock-ring’ was restraining his erection as fingers pressed against his prostrate torturously. This time there was no gentleness, they wanted his screams and they were going to get them. Ba’al held back a whimper as those cruel fingers harshly jabbed his sweet-spot. He didn’t want to give them the satisfaction but he knew that they would wring the screams from his throat. He was just fighting the inevitable but he had to try. He could not help the whimper that escaped him when teasing fingers touched his restrained flesh; his head twisted to the side his eyes seeing nothing as he was blindfolded. It seemed the clones liked ripping all his defences from him, keeping him blind and weak. “Scream for us, Ba’al.” He was instructed. Ba’al instantly hated the idea and scowled to show his dislike for the instruction. He didn’t want to submit, his pride would not allow it, but he had already been taught that his pride meant nothing in the face of his clone’s determination. “You know you’ll do what we want in the end.” A clone taunted. Ba’al’s pride peaked in anger and he grits his teeth in determination. He would prove them wrong. He would resist. Another hard jab to his prostrate had him gasping, his thoughts scattered and he was unable to stop the bucking of his hips as the body he inhabited tried to seek more pleasure. Hands held him still forcing him to submit to their attentions. The hands were everywhere, burning his skin with their lecherous, teasing touches. He felt his determination crumbling under their assault and he struggled to concentrate and keep resisting. You should give in… His host thought breathlessly. You know they’ll get what they want in the end. Ba’al mentally sighed, he knew his host spoke truth but he did not want to accept it. He was supposed to be a big, mighty God; it was humiliating to be chained to a bed and forced to submit to another’s will. Now you know how I feel. The clone he inhabited replied sarcastically. Now give in! He demanded. -No.- Ba’al replied stubbornly, the host merely chuckled knowing that Ba’al would eventually give in. He had no choice. He hadn’t wanted to beg, but he had and now they demanded his screams. A harsh jab to his prostrate sent his thoughts scattering and tore a loud cry from his lips. It was frighteningly close to a scream and Ba’al quickly clamped his lips shut, gritting his teeth with determination he didn’t know he had. The clones chuckled, not put off by his defiant display and Ba’al knew it had only encouraged them to try harder. As if to reply to that thought the fingers inside him harshly jabbed his prostrate, it took all his will power not to cry out at the over-whelming pleasure running through his veins. Before today he would never have thought so much pleasure could cause so much pain. If he had known before about how much he could control his subordinates by the pleasure of flesh, he would have implicated it himself. But now he could only suffer with regrets as his ‘subordinates’ dominated him using the pleasures of flesh. He didn’t know how much time passed, the over-whelming pleasure had clouded his senses. What he did know was that the jabbing of the fingers against his prostrate had felt like forever. When they were finally removed he relaxed his body, gasping for breath. The hands sat immovable against his skin, they felt like steel as they pinned him firmly into place. Ba’al knew it would not last long before they tortured him with more pleasure, whether it be by a device or by their hands, so he savoured the moment taking in deep, calming breaths and trying to mentally prepare. A sharp pain made him gasp, what little control he had scattered. They knew he was trying to resist and they had prevented his rebellion before it had even begun, after all who knew Ba’al best? Another Ba’al that was who. The clones were using everything they knew to keep him on edge and unable to form any proper resistance. He squirmed in their grasps trying to escape but he knew it was futile. -Why did I create clones?- He asked himself as he tried to work out what they had done to distract him. The answer became clear as he felt the now familiar feeling of the vibrator as it tormented his prostrate. He squirmed, desperately holding back the cries he wanted to let loose. He didn’t want to give in, couldn’t! He had already submitted once, he couldn’t disgrace his race and himself by submitting again. He had to be stronger, he was stronger… he must… Just submit! His host replied. You know you want to. No one else needs to know you submitted, just you, me and the other clones. But even that was too many people. Ba’al had shamed himself by begging last time, he couldn’t scream on command, he had to fight to regain and protect what little pride he had left. The clone’s however care little for his pride, cared little for him, they cared only for the feeling of being dominant. This was clearly their revenge on him. Revenge for what, he did not know, it could be their hatred for him being superior to them or could be hatred of him because he would always be the first whilst they were clones. Is that what you really believe? The host asked concerned, Ba’al did not answer. Gentle hands caressed the soft skin of his inner thighs and Ba’al could feel the breath of one of the clones flowing over the skin of his erection and belly. He shifted at the feeling of someone breathing over his most sensitive place, his host however was becoming excited. Ba’al nosed his way into his host’s thoughts and mentally gasped, the clone wasn’t really going to do that was he? The answer came swiftly when a wet tongue skimmed over the head of his host’s erection. Ba’al gasped and shuddered but was unable to escape their grasps. The mouth slowly lowered down upon making him cry out at the wet warmth. He had never experienced this, would never have tried to experience it. Who would want to… his clones of course would perform the dirtiest of deeds. Who knew what else they had gotten up to whilst he was on his Ha’tak conquering the planets. He couldn’t hold back his cries as that torturous wet heat engulfed him. “Scream for us.” He was ordered, Ba’al clenched his eyes shut and tried desperately to regain control but the clones easily destroyed his will power with one strong suck. Giving in to them was sounding really, really good right now. –No…I can’t.- Ba’al mentally said trying to remind himself why this was all bad. Those gentle fingers of the clone pleasuring him slipped beneath him and touched…-What!- Ba’al exclaimed with a loud cry of pleasure. The clone weighed his host’s balls, tickling the soft skin covering the hard package. Ba’al gritted his teeth as a whimper escaped his mouth. “Don’t try to stop your cries, let us hear them.” He was demanded but Ba’al refused, but the clone pleasuring him quickly stopped the rebellion by humming around him. The vibration was overwhelming and he let out his loudest cry yet as the vibration seemed to travel up his spine and to his small body. “Perfect.” A clone exclaimed. “Almost there.” Ba’al groaned helplessly, the groan quickly turned into a cry as the clone hummed again. –Dammit!- Ba’al complained. –I can’t give in! I won’t!- But the clones did not hear his thoughts and if they had they would not have cared. The cruel clone pleasuring him began to hum a tune, torturing Ba’al with pleasure until the Goa’uld could not think straight. He wanted… He had to stop this…he had to do something, but what could he do. Even if he was freed, his body felt like the human’s food, Jelly if he remembered correctly. He would not have been able to stand. He was weak. Defenceless. Pathetic. He shamed his kind, himself. There was no going back. He was weak and it mattered little if everyone did not know his weakness, he would still know he surrendered. How could he pretend to be proud after all this? You can… No one will know and out of this room you will be the powerful Goa’uld you have always been. His host replied as if trying to soothe him. Ba’al whimpered, the clones, or rather his host was being compassionate. Would his host weaken him mentally as well? Would the host make HIM compassionate?! He hoped not, a compassionate Goa’uld was a weak Goa’uld. But…he was already weak, already defenceless, and already pathetic. What did it matter if his host weakened him further? At the rate the Tau’ri were working, the Goa’uld would barely exist… what pride did a Goa’uld truly have when they were being wiped out by a primitive race? Even though he could not see their faces, he was aware the clones could see his, so he turned his head away pressing his left cheek against the pillow in resigned submission. It was over. He was weak, he let the cries slip from his throat without resistance. The hands that held him turned from steel to silk, they gently caressed his skin as if in comfort. “That’s it. Relax and let us pleasure you.” He was told gently. It angered Ba’al that he was being spoken to as if he was a cornered beast or a frightened child but he held the rage back knowing it would only make the situation worse. There was no escape. Submitting doesn’t mean being weak or imprisoned. His host replied. There is no dishonour in enjoying the pleasure of the flesh. Just relax and enjoy it. There is an unspoken rule, outside this room we become strong and heartless, only in here do we enjoy each other and enjoy the pleasures if the flesh. The host stated trying to calm Ba’al but Ba’al cared little for the fool’s words, he had been proven weak and pathetic, there was no turning back from this. The body he inhabited squirmed against his will as the pleasure began to reach an unbearable height. He needed to release but the damn restraint easily prevented it and the blasted clones would not release him until he screamed. He didn’t want to scream, -Is it not enough that I’ve submitted?- He asked his host annoyed. Just give them what they want. His host encouraged. But he didn’t want to, he wanted it to end so he could return to the safety of his Ha’tak and pretend this had never happened. The clones must have sensed his deteriorating mood for their attentions seized and Ba’al was able to relax. A few seconds later and his host was back in control, the host breathed a few deep breaths as he relaxed their body. “What is wrong?” A clone asked, concerned as they ran gentle, caring fingers over the host’s skin. “He doesn’t want to submit. He is ashamed. He sees this as a weakness, even through the pleasure, that is all he sees.” The host told them. “He needs more than pleasure.” Gentle hands slowly released the restraints keeping Ba’al and his host pinned in the humiliating position. They let their legs down first and gently rubbed them as the blood began to flow. It was slightly painful as they experienced pins and needles. Once his legs were down and relaxed the blindfold was pulled off allowing host and parasite to see once more. Ba’al mentally frowned at the gentle looks on his clone’s faces. They truly did care for his host. They care for you too. -Only because I am their creator… -Ba’al replied. No they care for you not what you represent. -How could they, they do not know me.- They are you. His host replied. “You should relax Ba’al.” A clone stated gently caressing the skin Ba’al lay beneath. “We won’t harm you. We’re trying to pleasure you.” They assured him. “Trust us, whilst in this room you are ours, but the moment we’ve left this room it goes back to normal. You will be our leader once more.” “You need this.” Another clone whispered in their ear. “You need to learn to submit. Your arrogance could kill you, you need to look beyond your power and use that intelligent mind of yours. The humans may be winning against the other Goa’uld but not against us. You’re intelligent, learn to submit, don’t act like a Goa’uld. Too much arrogance, too much pride is a weakness. We’re trying to help you.” “Trust us.” -Once we’re out this room, it will never happen again?- Ba’al asked. “Ba’al wants to know that this will never happen again once he leaves the room.” His host dictated obediently. “Once you leave the room it will never happen again, but you’re ours until we leave this room.” “And no one will mention what was said or done inside this room.” Another clone added. “Your embarrassment would be our embarrassment.” -So I will not be forced to submit to you clones again.- Ba’al demanded before listening to his new host telling them what he had said. “You will be our master once more.” Ba’al relaxed at the honesty of the clones tone. “So what do you say? Shall we finish this? Because I really want to hear you scream.” -I have no other choice.- Ba’al replied. –I am trapped for now.- Why don’t you take advantage and take the pleasure they wish to give you? -Very well.- Ba’al agreed feeling more in control. “He agrees.” “Well then…” One clone stated gently as his hand caressed the host’s hip. “Let’s get this show on the road.” Ba’al once again found himself in control, instead of being rebound the clones left his legs down and left the blindfold off. Ba’al tugged at the handcuffs and watched confused as one of the four clones lifted his legs over his shoulder. The clone smirked and his hand suddenly gripped Ba’al’s neglected penis, Ba’al let out a startled moan that turned into a loud cry as the vibrator that had been turned off was suddenly switched back on. “Now how about those cries being turned into screams?” Ba’al glared at the clone that had spoken and challenged the fool with two simple words. “Make me.” The clones smirked and Ba’al knew the clones were going to do just that. The clone above him pulled the vibrator out of him, he gasped at the rapid movement but before he could complain something much more satisfying was pushed into him. He whimpered slightly as he felt the clone’s pulsing flesh inside of him. The clone smirked and leaned down to breath into Ba’al’s ear. “It will be my pleasure.” He stated in reply to Ba’al’s challenge. Their gaze’s met as the clone slowly withdrew from Ba’al’s body only to thrust back in harshly. Ba’al struggled to keep up with the clone as he began pound into Ba’al. “If you submit and scream for us, I’ll take the cock-ring off.” The clone taunted as Ba’al struggled to control himself. Ba’al glared challengingly up at the dominant clone. “Make me.” He repeated. “Or are you all talk?” “By the time we’re through with you, you won’t be able to do anything but scream.” The clone above him growled. Ba’al raised an eyebrow at the remark but before he could speak the clone’s mouth was on his. The clone chuckled into his mouth as a stray hand slipped between their two bodies, Ba’al shivered as he wondered what the other clones had planned. He broke away from the kiss with a cry as a hand wrapped round his sensitive flesh, he couldn’t help but thrust towards the hand, the move pushed him further onto the flesh impaling him and another cry was forced from his lips. Through lidded eyes he watched as two of the clones began their own sexual dance beside them, their eyes were locked on him and the two clones manipulating him and his body. A hand gripped his face and pulled his eyes to the one beside him. “Pay attention Ba’al.” The clone instructed as his other hand squeezed around Ba’al’s sensitive flesh. Ba’al could not argue, could only whimper in arousal. The feeling was almost too much, he bucked helplessly into the grip and breathed heavily as he tried to control his voice. The clone inside him suddenly thrust hard, he cried out, his voice almost loud enough to be a scream! The clone did not give him a chance to adjust, it slammed into him hard and fast. He was unable to stop crying out, the pleasure, the pain, it was all too much! Hands gripped him hard preventing even the smallest movement, he was forced to accept their pace and only their pace. He squirmed weakly against the grip and made a small distressed sound. “That’s right, we’re in control right now.” The clone in him hissed with pleasure. His breath was coming hard and fast. “It doesn’t matter how many times we take this body, it always remains so warm and so tight.” He complimented. “Shut up and fuck me.” Ba’al hissed demandingly as he tried without success to thrust himself down on the clone’s flesh. He groaned as the cock inside him hit his pleasure spot hard, his desperation was clear on his face. “Scream and we’ll let you cum.” The clone pumping his flesh demanded. “You want the cock ring off?” “Yesss.” “Then scream.” Ba’al contemplated giving in to get what he desired but he had an image to uphold, he would play hard to get! “If you want me to scream, you better make me!” Ba’al demanded. “Or are you all talk?” A hard thrust had him crying out, the clones chuckled at this and Ba’al scowled before crying out again. The hard thrusts scattered his mind and made his cries esculate until he was almost, almost screaming. And then suddenly it was over, his insides were filled with warmth as the clone collapsed above him. “I…I…Is that it…” Ba’al complained helplessly. “Oh no, that is not it.” The clone inside him pulled out but before he could complain another hard cock was filling him. “Between the four of us, we can keep this going for a very, very long time.” The clone inside of him murmured as he thrust hard inside of the host. A glance to the side proved the clones point, the clone who had just cum inside him was steadily becoming aroused by watching Ba’al be taken by other clone. “You’re in for a hell of a night!” The clone smirked and Ba’al swallowed knowing the clone was right, he was going to have a very, very long night. Ba’al struggled desperately trying anything and everything to escape the handcuffs, the cock-ring and those powerful hands. The chains, cock-ring and hands were immovable, he was helpless. He tried to buck up and onto the flesh thrusting into him but he could barely move, could not resist the power they held over him. “Submit. Scream for us.” He struggled to stop obeying, he truly did but the cries grew louder despite his wishes. “That’s right. Scream and it will all be over.” Ba’al groaned as he tugged on the chains. “Release my hands…” He pleaded. “…please…” He needed to touch, he needed to have some control, if only a little. “Oh….Aa…Please.” He pleaded. “Please.” The clone taking him whispered. Ba’al thought the clone was mocking him but suddenly warm hands were working the chains and pulling him free from his bonds, his hands immediately went to gripping the clone’s shoulders, clinging on for dear life. “Beautiful.” “I…I am not beautiful…I am handsome…Beautiful refers to a woman.” Ba’al hissed. “Well you can still think, so we aren’t doing a very good job are we?” A clone asked sarcastically. Ba’al gasped as the clone suddenly leaned back and turned so he was leaning against the head of the bed. Ba’al squirmed on the clone’s lap, the erection was pressing firmly against his host’s prostrate and he could barely think. He watched through hazy eyes as the clone in front of him nodded to a clone behind him. He wanted to question what was going on but his answer was another hard cock slipping inside. He gasped unable to make any other sound in his surprise. “So hot, so tight.” The second intruder in his body hissed. Ba’al shuddered and clenched his eyes shut as he tried to cope with the feel of two very hot pillars of flesh inside of him. Hands gripped his hips firmly and suddenly he was being lifted, he knew what was coming but it still took him by surprise as he was forced back down onto the hard pillars of flesh. Cries were forced from his throat as his prostrate was hit again and again. At first he felt nothing but pleasure but pain began to blossom from his most vulnerable point. His restrained flesh was throbbing and each brush of his prostrate caused him more pain as he was not able to cum. “He’s not going to last long.” A clone stated. “He can’t cope with anymore of this, besides this is his first time, we should show mercy.” Ba’al did not see or hear and answer but he hoped that the answer was an agreement, he needed to cum, needed for it to end. “Please.” He pleaded. A mouth gently kissed his neck in an affectionate gesture before fingers skimmed his flesh. The fingers felt like flames licking at his already heated flesh and the moment that hand wrapped around him he could hold back no longer, he screamed as the hand pumped him and made his desperation even worse. “Please.” He begged. The hand released him and he felt the fingers fiddle with the restraint around his erection. “Cum for us.” He was ordered, he did not protest nor did he disobey, the moment the weight was gone he was already cumming, he screamed, a relieved and desperate tainted sound as he was finally allowed to cum. He collapsed into the arms of the clone before him and whimpered as they continued to thrust before they too came inside of him. Ba’al allowed the clones to slip out of him and move him as they pleased. The large bed held all of them with ease and Ba’al found himself held securely between them, he did not say a word for he was as tired as they were and so simply allowed sleep to claim him. Before darkness took over he had one last thought. –Perhaps I should do this again.- His host chuckled in sleepy amusement before demanding that he let them both sleep.
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