Clipped (The Clipped Saga, 1) by Devon McCormack (15 page)

he was ful y aware of the consequences of what they were about to do, but he wanted to do it more than he'd ever wanted to do

anything in his life.

Treycore put his hands on Kid's sides and lifted. Kid took

this as his cue and got on his knees. Treycore wiped the head of his dick against Kid's asshole. Kid couldn't imagine how this was going to happen, and he real y didn't want to. The more he tried to, the more impossible it al seemed.

Treycore leaned down and kissed behind Kid's ear. Kid

whipped his head around and kissed him. Treycore pressed the tip of his cock against his ass-crack. He pressed harder and harder. Kid closed his eyes. He hoped that maybe Treycore wouldn't be able to

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get it in and would just give up, but he knew that was just a pipe dream. The pressure against Kid's asshole built. The combination of the pain and the uneasy anticipation of the impending pain made it feel unbearable. He crawled forward. Treycore grabbed him by the shoulder and pul ed him back. With his other hand, he gripped

around the head of his immortal dick and squeezed till it was

somewhat smal er. Pressing it back against Kid’s ass, he finagled the tip into Kid’s hole.

Kid squinted. It didn't feel any worse than having the three

fingers inside him, but he knew there was much more to come.

Treycore massaged Kid's shoulder. He slid the head of his penis in.

Kid caught his breath.

“I can't,” he said, realizing, despite his desire to have

Treycore inside him, the extent of his limitation.

Treycore slid his cock's head further inside.

“Ah!”

Treycore slid it slightly back out. He stroked the head back

and forth. It reminded Kid of a butt-plug. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation.

Treycore slipped the head in just a little further—till the

bottom of the mushroom forced it's way into Kid's ass.

“No!” Tears filled Kid's eyes. He pushed forward, but

Treycore maintained his grip on his shoulder and kept him from

moving.

“Please,” Treycore said. He slid the base of his cock's head

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back out.Kid's legs trembled. His breaths were quick, erratic. He dug his fingers even deeper into the ground.

Treycore worked his head back inside Kid, who tried to

maneuver his ass to delay the sting of Treycore's spear. He bit on his lip as he pressed the base of the head back in. He kept going till he was back at the place he'd had it in before.

“Stop, stop,” Kid whined. Tears mixed with his sweat and

showered the earth before him.

Treycore pul ed a fragment of the shaft back out. He wiped

his hand across Kid's back and slid his hand down to his ass,

massaging it gently.

As Kid's breathing settled, Treycore slid his shaft further in.

Kid screamed out. He crawled forward. Treycore's eyes

widened. His hands snapped to Kid's sides, and he crawled on his knees right behind him so that his cock remained inside his ass.

“Careful, careful.” He wrapped an arm around to Kid's chest

and pul ed him back til his shoulder blades pressed against

Treycore's chest.

Kid’s body convulsed, his pec and ab muscles twitched.

Treycore kissed the back of his neck.

“You have to be careful,” he whispered, his hot breath

rushing against the back of Kid's ear. Kid whipped his head around and planted another kiss on Treycore's lips. Treycore pul ed his arm up from Kid's chest and locked it around his neck. He slipped his shaft even further in.

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Kid cringed. He pul ed back and screamed out again.

“Fuck!”“Sorry. I'm so sorry.” He pecked Kid's shoulder and rubbed his nose against his neck.

Kid gripped his hands onto the arm Treycore had around his

neck and squeezed as he tried to distract himself from the intense, swel ing pain inside him.

Treycore took deep, heavy breaths. Kid's abdomen rose and

fel in frenzied spams. As Kid's breathing steadied, Treycore pul ed his ass back, his cock steadily moving out. He pushed back in.

Kid's eyes blinked in a panic and his breathing became even

more spastic. Treycore pushed even further than he'd been before.

Kid ripped Treycore's arm away and scurried to get away. Treycore crawled on his knees to keep up with him.

Kid came to a tree trunk. He pressed his hands against it as

he struggled to endure the pain.

Treycore put his hand back at Kid's shoulder, massaging

lightly. He pul ed his ass back, letting his cock slide out slightly, and giving Kid that same, sweet relief. Kid wrapped his arms around the tree trunk. His chest scraped along the rough bark. A vine crawling around the tree touched just above his abs.

Treycore released Kid's shoulder, grabbed the vine, and

pul ed it back. The vine clung to the tree. Blue veins bulged out of his bicep and forearm. His neck tensed. He ground his teeth.

RIP! RIP!

Kid worried that that sound might have been coming from

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his ass, but as the vine's clinging roots snapped, releasing the vine from the trunk, he was assured this was not the case.

A few pul s and a quick yank and several feet of the vine

were loose.

Treycore grabbed Kid by his hair and tugged. Kid released

the trunk and fel back so that his shoulder-blades were pressed up against Treycore's chest. Treycore secured the vine tightly around Kid's neck, as if keeping Kid as his prisoner.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Kid said, throwing his head back. He let

his hands fal behind him and rested them on Treycore's love

handles. Treycore grabbed them and forced them in front of him,

putting one wrist over the other. He held them in place with one hand, and with his other, he snatched a long, dangling tendril off the vine and tied Kid's wrists together. He accidental y slid further into Kid.“Ah!”

But Treycore’s salve reveled in his bindings. “Fuck me!” he

begged.

Treycore slid his cock in and out, very slightly, very quickly.

Kid struggled wildly about, fighting the vine and tendril,

both of which were too strong for him to free himself from.

Treycore hadn't even put in a fourth of his cock yet, but it was nearly unbearable.

“Godfuckingdammit!”

Treycore continued pressing in and pul ing out. Kid could

feel the flesh in his ass tearing. He knew Treycore's pre-cum wasn't

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providing him with enough lubrication, but he didn't want it to

stop. He tensed his wrists against the vine's tendril and leaned forward so the vine constricted around his throat—another

desperate attempt at distracting himself from the pain Treycore was putting him through.

Treycore's hand caressed across Kid's thigh, up to his navel,

across his torso. He grunted into Kid's ear. His ass rocked steadily back and forth with subtle precision.

Kid's cock was flaccid. The pain was just too much for him

to stay aroused, but despite appearances, the whole situation was deeply gratifying, and the intense, trembling pain that surged

through him was delicious. He wanted to reach around and touch

Treycore. He wanted Treycore to kiss him. He wanted to feel

Treycore's hands al over him. And despite how impossible he knew it was, he wanted even more of Treycore inside him. His longing for more was intense, but he was going to have to be satisfied with what was.

Red streaks streamed down Treycore's shaft. He pushed in

and came back out, the blood covering his cock as steady drops

flowed from Kid's hole.

Kid leaned further forward. The vine constricted even more

around his neck. His face was dark-red. The veins exposed above

and below the vine were bloated with blood. He made a constant

wheezing sound as Treycore continued pleasuring himself in his ass.

Treycore's hand made it up to Kid's nipple. He gripped onto

it with his thumb and index finger and moved them together, as if

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he was turning a screw. His pelvic thrusts became even quicker.

Kid's eyes rol ed back. He was seeing spots again—large,

circular spots.

“Oh!” Treycore moaned, his movements becoming even

quicker and more intense. “Oh, yeah!” He released Kid's nipple and wrapped his arm around his chest. He wrapped his other arm

around Kid's torso. He wiggled his shaft in further than he'd been able to previously.

Kid tried to scream again, but he just started choking. He

couldn't breathe. He was real y choking.

Please don't let me die
, he thought, wishing he could

communicate that to Treycore.

Treycore leaned his head down till his mouth was at Kid's

cheek. His hot breath pressed against Kid's burning, red flesh.

I'm gonna die
, Kid thought.

Treycore sped up even more. His hand moved up to Kid's

neck. His fingers slipped between the vine and his neck as he held on for support.

It strangled Kid even more.

No!

“Yes! Oh, yes!” Treycore cried.

Despite Kid's unbearable suffocation, he found it was

effectively distracting him from the pain in his ass that had been so excruciating. And now that he was about to pass out, he was

delirious, unable to truly experience the pain, and that was

wonderful.

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White feathers erupted behind Treycore, fanning out on

either side of him. He closed his eyes and grunted as his shaft

reached into Kid even further than previously.

The back of Kid's skul felt like it was about to pop off, and

Kid knew he didn't have but a few moments of consciousness left.

But if this was how he was going to die, he was satisfied. The spots blurred together, transforming his vision into a bluish-green blob.

“Oh...oh...” Treycore moaned. His cock swel ed inside Kid's

ass. He ripped at the vine around Kid's neck. It snapped. Kid fel forward. He gasped desperately for air. His arm scraped across the side of the trunk, and his face plowed into the ground.

Treycore fol owed right behind, continuing to ride him. His

body convulsed.

“Ah. Ah.”

His shaft dug even further into Kid's ass. Just over a fourth

of his cock was in now.

Kid felt the sharp, intense pain, but his body was too busy

re-stimulating his lungs for him to be able to scream. It was a

horrifying feeling, but something about it sent his mind reeling with delight.Streaks of white rushed over Treycore's reddened cock. His milk-white, immortal load spewed out of the edges between his

cock and Kid's hole. It slid down to the pubes on Kid's bal s and dripped onto the jungle floor.

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“You sure we can trust this guy?” Kinzer asked.

“I’m sure,” Dedrus replied.

They sat at a table in a cafe.

In a corner booth, a few teens flipped through comics. A

woman at a table stacked with interior design magazines fussed at her strol er-bound infant as she picked its pacifier up off the floor.

Several homeless people, with carts and bags, slept in cushioned chairs. A girl who couldn’t have been more than seventeen, bustled behind the counter, running between baked goods and the espresso machine.

“Dedrus,” Kinzer said, “someone ratted me and Janka out. It

could’ve been anyone. Maybe even Fie.”

He sipped from his coffee cup.

“We need help, Kinzer,” Dedrus said. “I know we can’t trust

everyone, but between The Raze being after us and us having the

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Anti—”

“Could you keep it down?”

Dedrus lowered his voice. “We have...” He eyed Maggie. She

stood in the adjoining bookstore, between to aisle of magazines, flipping through a copy of Vogue.

“That’s an even better reason to keep our fucking mouths

shut.”

“We just won’t mention her, okay?”

A woman in her seventies, using a walker to make her way

through the cafe, approached their table.

“Freddie,” she said to Dedrus in a scratchy smoker voice.

“Those bathrooms are disgusting. Will you help me, dearie?”

“Of course, gramms,” Dedrus said. He hopped out of his

chair and helped the crone into the chair beside Kinzer.

Fie’s gift was shifting, so his misleading appearance didn’t

surprise Kinzer. However, it was an unpleasant-looking disguise.

The crone’s face was as wrinkly as crumpled aluminum foil.

Scattered around the wrinkles were moles and warts of varying sizes.

She wore a moo-moo of a dress that did nothing to suggest the sort of figure that Fie’d shaped into.

Fie positioned his crone-form in the chair. “Oh, thank you,”

he said. He leaned toward Dedrus. “Okay, seriously, what’s he doing here?”

Kinzer assumed that when Dedrus had spoken with Fie, he’d

told him about what had happened to he and Janka.

“He’s trying to help,” Dedrus said.

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