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Don't Say Anything
🕑 Added 2021-06-01 03:29:52 +0000 UTCFandom: FFXV
Pairing: Ignis/Gladio/Noctis/Prompto
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Noncon, foursome, blowjobs, anal sex, rough sex
Summary: Prompto has been turned into the Chocobros personal sex slave
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A scream of horror remained locked at the tip of his tongue, pressing desperately to the back of his teeth. Tears streaked down his scalding hot cheeks, cutting trails through the brilliant crimson. Prompto’s wide-eyed, horrified stare rapidly jumped back and forth between Ignis and Noctis, begging each one for something different – Ignis to put a stop to this before it went any further, and Noctis to realize that this wasn’t what he was thinking! Slender, calloused hands eagerly roamed over his heaving chest. Prompto shuddered and whined when Noctis’s thin fingers pinched his nipples, sending out a shockwave of tingles. To his horrified dismay, his painfully hard erection twitched with traitorous excitement. No-! He didn’t want this-! It was already bad enough to have to do this with Ignis but…but to be forced to have sex with Noctis…he didn’t-! He didn’t want to have sex with his best friend! Giggling low in his throat, his pale face flushed dark red, Noctis leaned down to drag his tongue across his nipple, swirling it around the hardened nub before taking it between his teeth and nibbling gently. Prompto gasped, his eyes squeezing tightly shut. A gargled sob pushed through the gag stuffed in his mouth.
To his relief, Noctis did pause at that anguished sound. He pulled back, tongue still poking slightly out between his lips, to closely inspect his face. A tiny hint of doubt managed to wriggle through the lust blazing in his bright blue eyes. Holding his gaze, Prompto internally howled at him to realize the truth of what was happening here, to stop this and save him! How could he not see what Ignis was planning?! Turning away from him, Noctis looked over to Ignis, who was sitting close by, watching the scene play out. Unlike Noctis, Ignis was looking squarely at him. There was no trace of anxiety or nervousness that he might be found out. His expression was calm, even but blazing in his dark eyes was a gleeful amusement that Prompto was more than a little familiar with. The corners of Ignis’s lips curled upwards slightly. Not quite a smile or a smirk – just a small twitch of his mouth. It was a subtle shift in his expression that anyone else would’ve missed or wouldn’t have given a second thought about but for Prompto, it might as well have been a slap across the face.
He shrank backwards, a sheet of ice slowly circling around his heart. One hard gulp sent it plummeting down to his belly. It could barely even be called a ‘look’ but he knew what it meant, nonetheless. He had seen it a million times by now – when they were driving; carrying out whatever jobs were assigned to them; cooking underneath the night sky; playing cards in some hotel room – he had seen it, over and over and over again until it was practically memorized in his mind. Ignis didn’t need to speak. He didn’t need to move. All he needed to do was look at him like that and the message got across.
Don’t fight. Don’t speak. It’ll be so much worse if you do.
Fresh tears burned in the corner of his eyes. There was no getting out of this, was there? Ignis…he had not just him but this entire situation entirely under his thumb. No matter what he did, Ignis wasn’t going to allow this to stop. He’ll say anything, do anything to make sure he continued. He wanted to see Noctis unknowingly rape him...wanted to see his anguish, his agony as he was violated by his best friend. Nothing was going to stop him from getting exactly that. If he put up a fight, if he did everything he could to try to make Noctis understand what Ignis was planning…he could only imagine the kind of punishment that would be awaiting him when he next got a moment alone with him. Prompto shuddered underneath Noctis’s warm hands. A part of him that still remained defiant, despite everything that had happened, shrieking at him to put a stop to this now before Ignis had a chance to make his life even more of a living hell…but the terror was winning over that strength. He didn’t want to lose his friends…he didn’t want to be tossed to the side like yesterday’s garbage. There was no doubt in his mind that he did anything to defy Ignis, he would destroy the only meaningful relationships he had.
“Hey Ignis, are you sure it’s okay?” Noctis asked uncertainly, though he made no move to get off the violently trembling Prompto.
“Of course.” Ignis replied lightly, purposefully striding over. He sat down on the edge of the cot, elegantly crossing his long legs. Prompto couldn’t stop himself from flinching back. There was nothing he could do. Even without the gag in his mouth, he might as well be mute. Just barely repressing a predatory grin – one that only Prompto could see the traces of – Ignis reached down to wrap a gloved hand around his aching, throbbing cock. A sharp squeal rippled out of his throat as Ignis began to rapidly stroke him off, pausing at the head each time to rub his palm against the tip. A fresh, toxic bloom of heat erupted in his cheeks, quickly spreading down to his ears and throat, “Look how excited he is just from a few slight touches.”
“Are you sure that’s not just because you’re touching him?” Noctis teased, his voice carrying a hint of jealously. His calloused hand smoothed back up to Prompto’s chest, first firmly groping and squeezing his pectoral muscles before dancing over on the tips of his fingers to teasingly tug on his nipple. Moaning raggedly, the sound muffled by the gag stuffed in his mouth, Prompto couldn’t stop himself from arching his back, pushing his chest into Noctis’s hand. Vibrant tingles spread out across his overheated, overly sensitive skin. His cock twitched in the curve of Ignis’s gloved fingers. Smiling slightly, Ignis slipped his other hand between his trembling thighs to gently squeeze and roll his swollen balls in the curve of his palm. Jolting underneath Noctis’s weight, digging his teeth into the gag, Prompto instinctively tugged hard on the restraints wrapped tight around his wrists.
Bright blue eyes, swimming with lust and hunger, stared shamelessly at Prompto’s sopping wet cock, broadcasting how much he wanted to be the one stroking him off right now. A pink tongue nimbly flickered across his plump lower lip. The color in his cheeks had spread to the tip of his ears, peeking out as little pink half-globes. Prompto whimpered, turning his head away. Even though he wasn’t putting up that much of a struggle, how…how could Noctis not understand what was happening? Ignis’s gaze flickered up to Noctis’s face then darted away. That gleam of cold amusement burned even brighter.
He released Prompto’s cock, offering him a solitary moment of relief before it was cruelly smashed by Noctis’s warmer, rougher hand wrapping around him. Eyes bulging, Prompto uncontrollably bucked his hips, driving his dick through the tight ring of Noctis’s fingers. Laughing triumphantly, Noctis stood, spun around so that he was fully facing Prompto’s crotch then dropped back down, straddling his chest. He shifted around until he was on his hands and knees, his clothed crotch hovering directly over Prompto’s face. Staring up with wide, teary eyes, Prompto only just barely managed to swallow down a sob.
Hot breath washed against his twitching cock. A harsh wail rippled out of his throat as Noctis clamped his lips around his length. Without a hint of hesitation, he pushed all the way down, taking in every inch then immediately began to bob up and down. An immense burst of pleasure welled up in the base of his belly, spreading throughout the rest of his belly in superheated shockwaves. Squealing loudly, his head pressed back against the pillows, Prompto writhed underneath him, caught between trying to pull his hips away and resist bucking up into that incredible wet heat. N-No! Why…why did it have to feel so good?! Noctis’s movements were much clumsier, rougher than Ignis’s practiced, precise ones but it…it still felt amazing-! His mouth was so tight, so wet-! His tongue rubbed insistently against the underside of his shaft. He was sucking him so strongly-! If…if he kept up this pace, he-he was gonna cum-!
“Eager, are we?” Ignis asked teasingly, laughing quietly. His hand slipped away from Prompto’s tingling balls, momentarily resting on his thigh before vanishing entirely. A chill of anxiety pierced through the dense fog that was beginning to accumulate inside his mind. He hated Ignis touching him but…the fear, the worry of what he might do next was far worse.
Pausing momentarily, Noctis responded with a vaguely irritated growl before returning to his hurried movements. Ignis laughed once more – a sinister sound that made Prompto shudder. The cot creaked quietly, the only indication he got that Ignis was moving. Suddenly, he appeared by his side, kneeling down to smirk down at him. Flinching back, his teary eyes stretched open wide in a silent plead, Prompto inhaled sharply when Ignis reached between him and Noctis. Nimble, gloved fingers easily unbuttoned his pants. He felt Noctis jump but he didn’t pull off Prompto’s cock. Sliding down the zipper, Ignis slipped his hand inside, fumbled around for a moment then drew out Noctis’s rock hard, sopping wet member. An intense scent of masculine musk slammed into his senses. Pearlescent precum beaded at the top, dripping down to splatter onto his face. Noctis’s cock was much bigger than he would’ve thought. His was thicker, fatter than Ignis’s long, slender penis. Prompto trembled fearfully.
“Come now, Prompto.” Ignis murmured coolly, “Noctis is being so good to you. You want to make him feel good too, right?”
Noctis moaned loudly, wiggling his hips a little to wave his wet erection in front of Prompto’s face. Grinning widely, making no effort to hide his deranged delight now that Noctis couldn’t see him, Ignis plucked the gag from his mouth. Before he even had time to catch his breath, he had curled his glove fingers around Noctis’s length and lead the bulbous head to his parted lips. Noctis wasted no time, slamming his hips down to drive his cock deep into his mouth. Before the head was banging against the back of his throat, sliding down to grind against the sensitive chords, he was stuffed completely full. A dull ache settled into the hinges of his jaw. He gagged loudly, his stomach lurching dangerously. Bile rushed up from his belly to burn the back of his throat. Smooth skin glided over his tongue. An intensely salty, bitter taste flood across his tastebuds, quickly coating every inch of his mouth. His nose smooshed into an unruly mess of dark colored pubic hair. Bubbling drool leaned out between his stretched lips and Noctis’s shaft.
Pulling off his cock with a loud, wet pop, Noctis gasped, “Oh fuck…Prompto! So good-!”
Chuckling huskily, Ignis curled his long fingers around Prompto’s saliva drenched jaw, pressing his fingers into his cheeks, “Just this feels good? He isn’t doing anything. I know you’re a virgin, Noct but try to show a little dignity.”
“Shut up.” Noctis retorted irritably, rubbing Prompto’s sopping wet cock against his cheek. He pushed a hand between his thighs to gently squeeze his balls, inhaling sharply when Prompto moaned around his cock. Pushing down further, he sucked on the base of his length then slipped down even farther to teasingly tongue at his testicles. Shuddering, despising the bursts of pleasure sizzling through his veins, Prompto instinctively tugged his legs away when Noctis began to fondle his thighs, “Oho, are you ticklish? Come here, Prompto. Don’t run from me.”
Hot breath brushed over his skin. Pressing an open mouthed kiss to his inner thigh, Noctis sucked hard. Flinching, tears squeezing out from between his tightly closed lids, Prompto had to fight hard against the urge to jerk away again. Ignis was right there…watching him closely, looking for any reason to punish him later. Or maybe…he might punish him now by prompting Noctis to do something even more horrifying. There…there was no reason for him to believe that this was going to stop at a blowjob, though he couldn’t bring himself to think about what was coming next but Ignis could easily make that so much worse. As much as he hated being touched by Noctis like this, he had no choice than to be subservice. Do whatever was necessary to lessen the pain as much as possible. Swallowing around Noctis’s length, vehemently ignoring the loud moan that pulled from the Prince, Prompto forced himself to relax underneath his touch. Lay still and get it over with – that was all he could do.
“But, Ignis does have a point.” Noctis panted, pulling away from his thighs. He rolled his hips, grinding his large length against the interior of his throat. Prompto’s fingers twitched as he gagged, “Come on, Prompto. Don’t just lay there.”
“You heard the man.” Ignis said sternly, squeezing his face firmly, “Hurry it up. Start sucking already.”
Staring vacantly up at the blurred mess of colors, tears streaming down his scorched cheeks, Prompto numbly did as he was told. It took a few moments to convince his throat to stop convulsing. He moved as best he could in this awkward position, sucking hard on Noctis’s twitching length. Moaning loudly, Noctis took his length back into his mouth, sucking with far more enthusiasm. Seemingly to make up for the constricted space, Noctis started to rapidly buck his hips, senselessly fucking his mouth. Prompto curled his hands into loose fists. His eyes tightly clenched closed. It hurt…it hurt, it hurt, it hurt-! He couldn’t breathe-! Stinging fire spread like magma down his throat. With every thrust, he was dragged closer and closer to aspirating his own vomit. His stomach was a swirling shrill of nausea and cold. His heart jackhammered against his ribs, threatening to crack the bone with each hard slam. He didn’t need his eyes to be open to know that Ignis was watching him. He could feel his hungry gaze piercing through him.
The only comfort he had to grasp hold of was that the agony of being forced to swallow up his best friend’s cock while his oppressor, his tormentor watched him was more than enough to dissuade the pleasure from being sucked off from growing too intense for him to handle. He couldn’t convince his throbbing cock to soften but…at least Noctis was no closer to making him cum than when he started. To his relief, it was easy to drift away from the sensation of Noctis stimulating him. What little focus he could dredge up in his dizzy plagued head naturally split between not vomiting and not passing out. Noctis was fucking his mouth so violently, he could barely get a breath in. What oxygen he could get in was scarce, barely soothing lungs. Black spots whizzed across his vision. Were either of them talking? He couldn’t hear much over the loud buzzing in his ears. A steady stream of precum dribbled down his throat. Prompto swirled his tongue around the head of his shaft, firmly rubbing it against the slit.
Over, over, over, he chanted inside his head, please, just let it be over already!
“Fuck, Prompto!” Noctis pulled off his dick to gasp, thrusting down hard to bury his length inside his mouth.
A sprite of hope dazzled in the center of his chest. It lingered, managing to cling to life by Noctis suddenly pulling his cock out of Prompto’s sloppy mouth. He desperately sucked in a ragged gulp of air, filling up his burning lungs. That relief, that hope quickly fizzled out, turning into a crystallized husk. Prompto stared vacantly up at the tent’s ceiling, his chest rising and falling slowly with labored breaths. His two tormentors moved about – their bodies were colorless forms flickering about in the periphery of his vision. A body shifted between his legs, pushing them wide apart. Large hands shoved their way underneath his knees, shoving them up until they were at his shoulders. The abrupt change in position caused the pain in his thighs and lower back to groan in protest. Bright blue eyes, hazy with greedy lust, filled up his vision. A broad smile stretched across Noctis’s darkly flushed face. Prompto swallowed hard against the bite of bile that rose up his throat. Fresh tears trickled out of the corner of his eyes. If Noctis noticed, he made no mention of it. A harsh, cold shudder wracked his body at the feeling of something wet and hot pressing insistently to his hole. Panting heavily, Noctis leaned down to press a clumsy kiss to his lips.
“It’s okay, isn’t it, Prompto?” Noctis gasped, pulling back to smile at him with so much eagerness, so much excitement, he could’ve screamed until his lungs collapsed.
“Why are you asking him, Noct?” Ignis sighed, easing down onto the floor. He crossed his legs in front of him, dropping his hands into his lap. It didn’t surprise him at all that Ignis was sporting a prominent erection. Waving one hand dismissively, he continued in a breezy tone, “You won’t get how this one truly feels out of him. He’ll whimper and sniff like he’s not enjoying himself but he’ll be begging for more the moment your cock slides in.”
“I still wanna hear him say it.” Noctis huffed, glaring at Ignis without any real heat. There was an undertone to his words, a lacing of jealously that seemed to say he was annoyed that Ignis knew such a thing. Turning back to Prompto, that big grin appearing once more, he said earnestly, “You gotta be honest with me or I won’t put it in. It’s okay, right?”
Blinking sluggishly, Prompto dragged in a shaky breath. When he first became friends with this stoic, nerdy, goof of a Prince, he had never thought…that he could hate him this much. Looking up into that face, that smile, he wanted to rip his hands free just so he’d be able to gouge his eyes out. But…Prompto glanced quickly over to Ignis. It was only a flick of his vision, barely even detectable, yet still more than enough time for his heart to go from a rapid hum to a dead stop. Cold eyes stared at him overtop a cruel grin. Only so long…he would only wait in silence for so long before…Prompto clenched his teeth together behind tightly drawn lips and nodded. By some miracle, that was enough from Noctis, who let out an excited exhale and, without any build up or warning, slammed his hips forward, driving his thick penis into Prompto’s hole. A loud shriek burst out of his lips before he could stop it. Moaning raggedly, his mouth hanging open, brows drawn together over a heavy lidded gaze, Noctis set a rough, brutal pace from the first buck of his hips.
“F-Fuck-! Feels…feels so good, Prompto-! You’re so tight-!” Noctis panted, “Does it feel good for you, too, huh?”
“S-Stop…!” Prompto sobbed, gagging on the burning bile bubbling at the back of his throat. Vomit…he was going to vomit-! He grinded his teeth together until it felt as though they might break. Scalding hot tears burned the corners of his eyes. Intense heat speared into his belly. His erect cock twitched with hateful zeal, followed by a radiance of pleasure that nearly made him lose what remained of his self-control. Out…out, out, out-! He weakly pushed his legs up against Noctis’s hold, desperate to kick him away. He gasped frantically for breath, his fingers hooking into claws. Take it out-! Take it the fuck out-! He didn’t-! He didn’t want to be fucked by his best friend-! He’ll take whatever punishment Ignis doled out-! As long as it meant he didn’t have to endure this-! It…it hurt-! It hurt-! It hurt, it hurt, it hurt-!
“Stop?” Noctis laughed, leaning down to press a mockingly sweet kiss to Prompto’s wet lips, “Come on, Prompto – drop the act. You really want me to stop when you’re sucking on me this hard?” As though to prove his point, Noctis slid in all the way, pressing his pubic bone flush to his ass. Laughing low in his throat, heavy drips of sweat dribbling off the sharp line of his jaw to flop onto Prompto’s face, he pushed in even closer, bringing his mouth to his ear, “You’re twitching so much around me. Be honest with me, okay? You love this…love having my cock buried deep inside you…you don’t want me to stop. You want me to fuck you even more…to keep going until you can’t forget my shape.”
The cot shifted slightly as Ignis sat down on the end, directly above his head. A gloved hand curled around his jaw, tilting his head back so he was forced to look up into those coldly amused eyes. If Ignis was trying to hide how much he was enjoying this, he was doing a damn poor job. Leaning down to press a wet, cold kiss to his forehead, Ignis slowly whispered, drawing out each syllable, punctuating each word, “Come now, Prompto. Be honest. Tell Noctis just how much you love this.”
“I-“ Prompto warbled, his heart straining against the interior of his ribs, threatening to quit in the face of this endless anguish. No way out…there was no way out for him. Even if Ignis didn’t turn his friends against him, his poison was still slowly leeching into their minds. It took so little too hook Noctis, to convince him to overlook the obvious signs that this…this wasn’t what he thought, that he hadn’t submitted willfully to this humiliation, this degradation. Would Gladious be the same? Would he gleefully follow Noctis and Ignis’s lead, forcing him open without an iota of hesitation to use him as though he was nothing more than a toy? A sob bubbled up Prompto’s throat. He numbly swallowed it away. Was there any point in crying anymore? Any point in fighting? Those cold eyes would never let him no warmth, comfort ever again. He could run but where? To who? His only family, the only people who cared for him…were right here.
If he left, there would be nothing – just an endless abyss of aimless wandering, trying to recapture the same fleeting warmth that he had unfairly given just a glimpse of. At least…if he remained, there would be some brief moments that he would be able to convince himself that he was still loved, still cherished. Being used like this was unbearable. Being alone…he might as well be dead.
“Prompto?” Noctis nuzzled his nose against his temple.
“I…I love…it…” Prompto gagged on his own words as they were pried from his dry mouth.
“What do you love, Prompto?” Noctis pushed up to smile that bright, radiant grin.
Blinking slowly, Prompto vividly imagined sinking his teeth into Noctis’s jugular, wrenching his head backwards to tear the delicate pale flesh to ribbons as blood splattered all over his face. He could almost taste the metallic warmth on his tongue. Sucking in a shaky breath, he said in a harsh voice, “Your…your cock…Noct…”
Noctis’s smile grew even wider. He giggled like a little schoolboy who was just told that he was getting his favorite treat. Curling his arms tight around Prompto’s trembling frame, he started to move again, rapidly thrusting his cock deep inside him. Staring vacantly up at the ceiling, numb and cold to his core, Prompto made no attempt to pull away when Ignis pressed a kiss to his dry lips. Sliding one hand between him and Noctis, he firmly squeezed and groped at his pec, rubbing his gloved palm against his nipple. Prompto shuddered, a spark of hatred so immense that it nearly burned a hole straight through him igniting in his chest but it died quickly, leaving behind only a residue that was completely consumed by the frigid blankness.
“Good boy.” Ignis murmured against his lips, “You’ll see…this is for the best. This is where you’re meant to be, Prompto. Servicing others…with the only talents you have. So work hard and serve your King well.”
A soft, weak whimper managed to pull itself from his burning throat. Jolting upwards every time their bodies violently collided, he stared at the ceiling and pushed back at the venomous voice whispering from the back of his mind that this was death, just in a different form. As Noctis panted hotly in his ear, murmuring nauseating praises, Prompto remained still, allowing his body to be used by those he once called his closest friends…no…his family…and wondered if any of them ever cared for him at all.
