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Prisoner	By : guiltypleasure Category: +. to F > Baccano Views: 1415 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Baccano or the characters. I do not condone underage sex. This story was written purely for recreational purposes. This fiction is not for sale, and no profit is being made from it.

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Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or the manga/anime. I do not condone any of the behaviour I write about, it’s just fantasy meant for abstract enjoyment. If you are offended by underage relations or violence then please do not read this (though Czeslaw is older than his body portraits).

He was being rocked forward rhythmically, steadily, relentlessly.

Czeslaw, with his body of a nine year old, and the mind of a man many decades old shuddered even as he realised what was happening. He knew as he smelled the coal smoke that he was dreaming, that this was that age old nightmare. He knew it but could do nothing but live through it again.

He felt the metal girders of the steam train vibrate and rattle against his legs and pelvis. The vibrations seemed like they would shake him apart. His chest felt tight with fear. A horror so real and palpable it made breathing hard. Every gasped breath and swallowed sob tasted of mucous and blood. Every swallow made his throat ache and burn, because he’d screamed it raw.

The red terror that held him suspended over the flying earth and hissing train tracks cackled and laughed with glee.

“Beg me some more, Czeslaw, I do love it when you beg!” He felt the weight of the monster that was Claire lay across his body, saw the train track gravel mere inches from his face. He screamed again when he felt Claire’s wet warm tongue glide over the back of his neck, where his flesh would soon be peeled away as he was brutally killed yet again.

Czeslaw woke from the nightmare, shuddering, when he felt teeth sink into the flesh at the back of his neck, the pain bursting and radiating fourth from the wound, making him gasp and whimper and cry out.

Claire sucked at the abused skin even as his hips bucked forward and his hands held Czeslaw’s narrow hips in place as he slammed his cock deeper into Czeslaw’s tight, sucking hole. He drew back and slammed in again, and particularly viciously, making Czeslaw scream and cry again as his body tensed around Claire’s thick member.

“Welcome back, my pet. You make such lovely sounds when you’re coming back from the brink, when you’re coming back from the dead.” He purred, ramming Czeslaw’s tiny anus again and again, vigorously. The skin of Czeslaw’s protective sphincter was soon splitting and raw as his muscles pulled tighter and tried to keep the invading cock out. Even as he turned his head into the pillow beneath his head he felt his blood seep out of him, felt it ease Claire’s way. Even as he breathed in the scent of the man who terrified him, the scent that saturated the bed he lay in, he felt his ass loosen around the burning, branding, massive penis that speared into him.

“That’s what I like to hear, my pet,” Claire purred, turning Czeslaw abruptly from his side, pulling him up onto his hands and knees so he could fuck him deeper and harder. Claire’s breathed groaned in and out of him as he sawed in and out of Czesaw’s burning hot flesh. Czeslaw was rocked forward, pulled roughly back, and soon his arms gave out and his face was pressed into the mattress, his ass pinned in the air.

“That’s it, cry for more, beg for more my little slut,” Claire growled, sucking at the bleeding bite marks at the back of Czeslaw’s neck.

And it was true, Czes was screaming, crying, begging for more.

Claire’s hand grabbed at his and pushed his small palm down firmly over his belly button, pushing it against hisskin so hard and tight. A whimper escaped Czeslaw as he felt Claire’s cock head against his palm, pushing in so far and so hard it pushed out against his skin, distorting his belly to make the shape felt.

Claire groaned at the extra pressure, his pace quickening as he pumped in and out, in and out, in and out relentlessly. Czeslaw’s breath came in hitching gasps, timed to Claire’s fucking because it was hard to breath with that whole monster cock so deep inside him.

On that train Czeslaw had wished for a final death as his face was pushed down into the rushing ground to be ripped off and apart countless times, bone crushing and flesh liquefying time and again. He’d learnt what true fear was. He’d learnt that there was no fighting Claire, and that he shouldn’t even try. Claire would kill him again and again. He alone would bring him death. He along would bring him life and ecstasy.

So when Claire removed his hand, the one holding Czes’s palm over his belly so he could feel that cock inside him, Czes brought up his own palm, pressing both hard against his stomach, sobbing and crying, a garbled, “Yes!” escaping him just before fingers pried his mouth wide open and gagged him on Claire’s long fingers. His jaw ached as he sucked and swallowed down on those fingers, unable to breath. His anus and hips burned and ached, feeling torn wide open. His rectum felt stretched beyond limit. His prostate sizzled as that thick, hot cock slammed into it time and time again. Even his lungs hurt as if Claire’s cock was long enough to be ramming into them. That or they ached because he couldn’t breathe.

He gasped around those wriggling, invading fingers, pushed back so that his stretched and bruised anus sucked at the very base of Claire’s cock when he pushed in to the hilt time and again, sucking a tight seal that bumped up against Claire’s tight balls on every stroke. He opened tear filled eyes to watch his stomach bulge obscenely where his hands still pressed, to watch his blood run down his thighs like copious tears.

As his world began greying out he remembered how it was to be brought back to life, Claire pulling furiously at his own cock so he could anoint his newly revived pet with thick white cream. He’d return from death back into hell, where he’d get killed time and time again. He remembered how his attempt to escape their reunion had gotten him fucked so deep down his throat that he’d forgotten how to speak. He got fucked again and again till he forgot how to protest entirely.

Claire pulled his fingers out of Czeslaw’s mouth just as Czes started going limp, and Czes drew in a huge gasp as Claire’s pace doubled, became short and harsh. Claire’s body froze and he groaned out his pleasure as he shot his sperm deep into Czeslaw’s bowels, the slick whiteness warming Czeslaw up from the core. Death was cold, but this was hot, hot like the heaven he had learnt to crave.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you, Czes,” Claire purred, still buried deep in Czeslaw’s now slack hole.

“Thank you, thank you Claire,” Czes sobbed out. “I love you, I love you, please, I want more!”

And Claire was only too glad to comply. He did so love to fuck his little Czes. And didn’t he know just how to give it to him when he woke up from yet another horrible dream, soothed into sleep with Claire’s arm around him, cock buried deep inside him to keep his ejaculate safe in his little lover’s body, where it healed the scars he himself had left behind.

And Czeslaw woud fall asleep, feeling Claire grin against his neck, wanting desperately to dream those dreams again.
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