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“So this is what the crows are operating with, pretty little boys?” The wildling man grips Jon’s chin.
He tries to pull his head out of the man’s grip, but he just shoves his other hand into the Jon’s hair and pulls back.
Jon stares up at his face, harshly scarred and dirty. His hair is unruly, and he can see the mats in the man’s beard. The wildling leans close to his face, and Jon swallows hard.
“Pretty, indeed,” The other sneers from the corner.
“What’s your name, crow?” The man yanks back harder on his hair, twining his gloves hand through the mess of curls.
Jon doesn’t speak. He tries to loosen the ropes on his wrist, and stares back at the wilding.
“Answer me,” The wildling says. Jon doesn’t open his mouth, instead gritting his teeth.
A harsh slap echoes from the tent as his head slaps to the side.
“What’s your name?” The wilding asks again, and again Jon does not answer. Instead he keeps his eyes trained in the ground. His fingers work away at the binds, but they’re practically useless and numb with cold.
Another harsh slap. A question repeated. Jon swallows hard as the winding pulls a knife from his waist band.
It drags a stinging line across his cheek, and he lets out a pained noise.
“Oh that’s such a cute little noise,” The other wilding man comes over from his corner.
“He mewls like a little kitten,” The first chuckles, dragging the knife down Jon’s throat. It doesn’t break the skin, but his skin tingles as the cold metal grazes it.
The blade presses sharply against the crook of his neck, and Jon jerks away. A split second later he has a shallow gash on his chin.
“Bitch,” The second wilding seethes.
The first continues with his knife, as the second grips his hair and yanks back so Jon stares the first in the eye.
The knife glides across his forehead, and leaves a sharp cut on his eyebrow.
“Jon,” He finally spits out. “Jon Snow.”
Both men bark out laughs, as Jon is tossed to the ground. They stand up and make their way over to the fire, barely sparing him another glance.
Jon fiddles with his binds, but his fingers were slow and shaky. He tried again with his ankles but they don’t budge.
“Little thing broke so much quicker than I hoped,” The knife wielding man sighs, sitting down by the fire.
“The lord commander probably just keeps him around to warm his cock in that little mouth.” The second one chuckles.
“Oh you think, Rick?” He glances over and meets Jon’s gaze for a moment.
“Definitely,” Rick responds.
“He is a soft looking thing, like a little woman.”
“Prettier than your mother, Perry.” Rick chuckles at his own joke, and the other, Perry, shoved him harshly. “Ay, yknow I’m right.”
Perry just shakes his head. “Bet you can’t tell his mouth from a sluts, if you ain’t looking at him.”
Rick continues to laugh, shucking off his gloves to warm his hands further. “Bet the lord commander kept him underneath his desk, with his cock stuffed in little Jon’s mouth.”
Both men continue to laugh, as Jon tries to ignore them. The night continues on, and Jon gives up. He attempts to plan a grab for one of their knives when they fall asleep, but the men just continue on chatting and picking away at some sort of dried meat.
“Wonder if he has ever been fucked up the ass?” Rick finally asks. Perry is quiet for a moment, considering.
“Bet not, looks to prudish.” Perry kicks a stone in Jon’s direction. “Haven’t had a good fuck in awhile,” Perry laughs.
“Could get some use out of him, before running a knife through him,” Rick chuckles.
“There’s enough of him to share,” Perry stands, making his way over to Jon. “You ever been fucked, little crow?”
Jon ignores him, staring past in the direction of the fire.
Strong hands grab him and drag him up, one hand sliding behind his back and the other under his legs. Jon flinches, as he’s carried and sat down.
A knife glints in Perry’s hands, and suddenly it is jabbed through the ties on his leather armor.
The chest plate falls away and his shirt unravels with a few slices of the knife.
Rick chuckles, tossing some of the fabric into the fire. Jon tugs at his wrists, as Rick takes a tight hold of them.
“No, please,” Jon tries, as hands lazily drag over his back.
He closes his eyes as he’s tossed onto cold ground once again. The dirt clings to his skin, and he feels the warmth from the fire licking over his body.
There’s shuffling and the sound of fabric falling to the floor, then he is grabbed up again.
He feels one of the men push him to his knees.
“Please, mercy, please” Jon pleads, panic flooding his body. He opens his eyes to find Perry standing over him, unlacing his pants. His arms and stomach are scarred, with hair trailing up the center of his stomach and on his chest.
Rick twines an ungloved hand into his hair, and Jon’s head is yanked back. “Keep begging, pretty thing.”
“Please, just kill me, please,” Jon stares up as Perry’s pants fall down off his hips.
His cock hangs in front of Jon’s face, half hard and angry red at the tip.
Jon snaps his mouth shut, as Perry grips his chin, not unlike earlier.
“Open up, little crow,” Perry yanks down and a knife slides around his neck, Rick holding it lazily.
“And don’t try anything,” he adds.
Perry clutches his chin, and yanks down. Jon lets out a soft gasp, before a cock is shoved into his mouth.
At first it’s just the tip, and the man above him lets out a grunt. Jon moves to spit it out, but his head is shoved further onto the length.
He feels his jaw worked open, as Perry keeps sliding into his mouth. Rick’s hand lazily trails over his body, until there is a sharp pinch at his chest.
Jon lets out a small noise, and then Perry’s cock is pushed further in. Jon feels his eyes water, as the man above him groans.
Jon gags harshly as the rest of the wildling’s cock makes it down his throat. Before he can even react, the man pulls his head back and shoves it down again.
This continues, harshly abusing his throat as tears fall down his cheeks. Occasionally Rick will twist his nipple, or bite at his neck. The small pains cause him to mewl around Perry’s cock.
“Good boy,” Perry continues thrusting, when a sharp rip comes from his pants. Jon is lifted by the waist as cool air hits his ass.
He tries to plead, to beg, as his pants are tugged down his hips and his cock falls out.
A sharp slap sounds through the tent, as Rick spanks him.
“Such a pretty little ass, like a girl’s,”
Hands rove over him, as his mouth is used. Perry let’s out small pants, as Rick’s hand grazes his cock. Jon let’s put a small moan, as Rick chuckles.
“Such a whore, he likes this,” Rick laughs. He bends over Jon, and Jon feels his hard length on his back. There is a sharp tug on his cock, and Jon lets out a long moan onto Perry’s dick.
“Fuck,” the man above him pulls out, and then two fingers are stuffed down his mouth.
Rick drops his dick, and shuffled around Jon. His dick is larger, or looks that way.
Perry moves to take his place behind him, and wet fingers trail up the crack of his ass.
“Open up,” Rick grins, as Jon pants. His dick slides in slowly, and Jon ignores his mind screaming at him to stop.
He bobs his head of his own accord, eyeing the knife to the side of him. He feels the fingers and spit trailing over his whole, and understands that he has to tire the two men out.
Then there is a finger making it’s way inside him and his mind goes blank.
“Fuck,” Perry grits. “He’s tight as a virgin.”
It’s a harsh movement, the finger working him open until it’s sheathed inside him and Jon can feel the hand at the base of his hole.
Rick slows his mouth, tugging his hair to make him stop. It’s a few moments of one finger sliding in and out of him, curling and prodding, before another is shoved in beside it.
Jon lets out an utter guttural moan, as he is worked open on the two fingers. They slide around him, with Perry occasionally spitting on his hole.
Rick takes it slow, lazily keeping his mouth open. That is, for the occasional snap of his hips where his length buried itself down Jon’s throat.
The fingers continue working him open, scissoring and sliding. He feels them curl, and all but screams, muffled by the cock in his mouth.
His cock twitches harshly as the spot inside him is grazed again. Perry laughs, and jabs it again.
Jon feels his eyes roll back, the spot setting his entire body aflame.
Another finger makes its way into his hole, and the stretch is gentler this time.
“Oh come on, I want to fuck him too,” Rick sighs, and Perry chuckles. Jon hears him spit into his hand, and then his fingers are gone.
He blinks harshly at the loss, before there is something larger pressing at his hole.
He tries to glance behind him, but is stopped as Perry’s cock is inched into him.
It’s larger than what he’d been taking before, and he tenses.
Hands drag up his torso, until he is sat straight up and Perry’s chest is flush against his back.
The cock beneath him inches in, before he is suddenly dropped.
He screams as he feels himself torn in half by the cock seated inside him.
He works his way up so that it might burn less, and Perry moans. “That’s it, ride my cock.”
Jon lifts himself until barely the tip is inside him, and then he is lowering himself again. The hands on his hips feel him lower himself down, and guide gently.
Tire them out, he thinks. Bouncing slowly becomes easier, and he drops himself all the way down again.
It’s a soft slap of skin on skin as he rides the cock beneath him. He leans forward, to rest his forearms on the ground. Then he bounces backwards, sharp snaps of his hips as Perry moans. He slows down, slightly, and there is a sharp slap to his ass.
Then he jabs himself back down, and feels Perry’s cock graze that spot inside him. He moans and attempts to chase the pleasure again, shifting his hips and throwing himself backwards.
He continues, hitting that spot inside himself until Perry suddenly grips his hips and stops him. Warm liquid enters his insides, before he is dropped.
Rick grips his chin, lazily stroking his cock above him as Perry lays back by the fire.
“Cock slut, riding him like that.” Rick sighs.
Then Jon is lifted in strong arms, and turned around. His knees wobble, as an arm wraps around his waist.
There is a soft prodding at his ass, before he is sunk back onto Rick’s cock. It reaches deeper inside him, and it’s slow at first.
“Trying to make yourself come,” Rick pulls out, and gently hits the point inside Jon. He moans, and shifts to hit it again but Rick stops him.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you, coming on my cock,” Rick snaps his hips foreword, and Jon moans. “Say it.”
Jon makes a noise, as Rick stops moving. He tries to shift, so that he might ride his cock the same. He is stopped by harsh hands on his hips, and a sting in his neck.
“Say it,” Rick growls into his ear.
“Yes,” Jon mumbles.
“What was that?” A gentle shift of his hips.
“Please,” Jon tries, wiggling his ass backwards. Rick tugs his hips forward, so that only his tip is inside Jon. A single tear falls from Jon’s eye, as Rick pinches his hip.
“I can’t hear you,” Rick strokes over his stomach, lazily thumbing the top of his cock.
“Please, please fuck me.” Jon cries, and Rick chuckles.
“Please, I want to come, I want to come on your cock.” Jon babbles, repeating what the man had murmured to him.
“That’s right,” Rick sighs, easing himself back in.
“Please, please plea-“ Rick slams himself to the hilt and Jon screams.
It’s fast and harsh, his cock slipping in and out of his hole as Jon moans like a whore. Rick will occasionally drag and hand over Jon’s cock as he fucks into him.
He keeps going, slamming his cock into Jon until he finds that spot again and Jon screams. Rick goes after it, hitting the same spot over and over as Jon babbles underneath him.
It’s when his hips stutter that Jon begins to plead. “Please touch my cock, please.” Jon tries but Rick laughs.
He takes a few more sharp snaps of hips and comes inside Jon’s ass as he groans. Jon moans, and tries to continue working himself on Rick’s softening cock.
“Maybe next time, you could’ve come from that.” Rick sneers. He tugs himself out, and Jon’s knees buckle beneath him.