TWELVE Ch 7

The opening was so tight that insertion was a struggle; as Giovanni let out a long breath, raindrops clinging to his lips and chin splattered down. Gripping the base of his member, he began to force the turgid shaft inside. The constriction was so intense that the head of his penis throbbed with a sharp ache as if it might snap, and though Romeo’s tremors grew increasingly violent, Giovanni paid them no mind and continued to ram himself in.

When it seemed the reddened opening clamped around the glans would never fully yield, he grabbed Romeo’s waist with both hands, pinning him down and forcing his hips upward. Once he had the angle to drive in from above, he used the sheer strength of his lower body to shove himself home.

“Argh, ha, ack…!”

Romeo jerked his head back before pressing his cheek into the ground again in agony. Giovanni let go of the waist he had been crushing and grabbed the buttocks instead. Raindrops falling onto the rounded cheeks slid down toward the small of his back.

Feeling the heat envelop the head and shaft of his cock, Giovanni gripped Romeo’s backside as if he intended to burst it. Putting his full weight into his loins, he buried himself deep, forcing a strangled groan through Romeo’s gritted teeth.

“Ugh, hng, ngh…”

Giovanni watched the mixture of blood and saliva trickle from the corner of Romeo’s mouth. His jaw was swollen into a soft curve where the boot had struck it, and his lips were torn and puffy, but his distorted blue eyes were swimming with an inexpressible surge of emotion.

As the insertion became even more difficult the deeper he went, Giovanni grabbed the buttocks and yanked them apart.

“If it’s this hard to get in, I won’t even be able to get many strokes out of you.”

After repeatedly adjusting his posture, Giovanni finally managed a full insertion until only his pubic hair was visible. He pressed his lower belly flush against Romeo’s backside and arched his back toward the sky.

“Whew…”

As he looked up at the rainy night sky, catching his breath with pleasure, he felt Romeo’s entire frame shivering uncontrollably. From behind the shut lips, he could hear the distinct clack, clack of teeth chattering.

Leaning forward to rest his hands on Romeo’s back, he relished the feel of the smooth skin beneath his fingertips. He was utterly captivated by the sight—the slender waist and narrow pelvis exposed without a stitch of clothing, the nicely fleshed-out buttocks, and the long, thin thighs. He felt that if Romeo walked around without his military trousers, showing only his backside, he could spend the entire day following him just to watch from behind.

“You have a fine body.”

Giovanni muttered in his natural voice, but Romeo didn’t hear the low, deep bass.

Twisting his hips a few times, Giovanni pulled out, and the folds around the sunken opening hurriedly spat the member back out. Having lined up the head with a hole that had been entered only once, Giovanni drove himself in—squelch—plunging all the way to the root in a single thrust.

Grabbing Romeo’s bound hands and pulling them toward him, he jerked his hips back until he was halfway out, then rammed back in brutally as if trying to tear the hole apart. Terrified, Romeo tried to push his upper body up to escape, but Giovanni leaned over, lowering his posture to increase the speed of his thrusts.

“Ugh, haah…! Argh…!”

Romeo thrashed his whole body against the horrific pain of being torn to shreds and the sensation of his insides being crushed.

It felt as though a blade, not a penis, was entering and exiting him.

Behind him, he heard the splat, splat of rainwater kicking up in time with the rhythm of the hips, and the sensation of the hands gripping his buttocks was chillingly vivid. Waves of heat surged from his toes to the crown of his head and back down again. The thick shaft throbbed like a living creature as it entered and exited, and every time his body was tossed violently up and down, his face went thump, thump against the ground.

Faced with this ruthless act, he couldn’t think of anything else.

He was being raped by an unknown man in an alleyway by the Rosati 1st Street drapery shop on a rainy night. Something that should never happen was happening.

“Ugh… Argh…!”

Giovanni gripped Romeo’s buttocks painfully tight and slammed his hips upward with ferocity.

He was lost in the heat of the moment, obsessed with shoving his member into that tiny, thumbnail-sized hole. His gasping breaths sounded manic and grotesque.

Swinging his hips violently, Giovanni leaned down and slid his arms under Romeo’s shoulders to pull him into an embrace. He brought his mouth to the ear, flicking the lobe with his tongue before biting down. He licked upward, leaving a wet trail of saliva, and thrust his tongue inside the ear while blowing warm breath into it.

“Would you mind if I cut your ear off?”

“Hack… ah, ack… ugh…!”

“I’d love to keep it in my pocket and carry it around.”

Giovanni held Romeo’s body in a seamless embrace as it shook from the force of his thrusts. He buried his lips in the nape of the neck exposed above the uniform and pumped his hips urgently while his hands fumbled over the chest. Imagining the ribs situated beneath the skin, he felt around until he touched the hard, erect nipples.

The sensation of the soft buttocks and the narrow, warm hole relentlessly hitting his lower belly reminded him anew that he was joining bodies with Romeo. He nearly slipped up and called out, “Ah, Captain,” but managed to swallow the words just in time.

Squish, squelch, squish…

As the loud sounds of splashing water and clashing flesh echoed through the alley, Giovanni pressed his cheek against Romeo’s temple. As he moved his hips while holding him as if they were one, Romeo’s muffled groans filtered through the sound of the rain.

Lying flat on top of Romeo to hear those sounds more closely, Giovanni ground his heavy, muscular body against him and shook his hips. While Romeo’s body wasn’t particularly small or frail, the difference in their builds became stark when he was crushed beneath the tall, burly Giovanni.

Linked by Giovanni’s member, the two lay naked against each other without any obstruction. The body heat and the sound of breathing transferred one-sidedly to Romeo were as brutish as an animal’s. It was so far removed from anything noble or cultured—so excessively violent and barbaric—that it felt sickening.

Romeo’s back door was pressed and rubbed against every part of Giovanni’s member, becoming wetter and more clinging. The ridges of the glans, the veins, the twitching—he felt it all with every thrust and withdrawal. While taking it all in, the inside was soaked through by a mixture of rainwater and whatever secretions were coming from the tip of Giovanni’s cock.

The flesh of the anus, which parted when pried and crumpled when crushed, and the penis, which was thick and hard but likewise made of soft human flesh, adjusted to each other’s shape with every bit of friction. They tightened, constricted, and swelled taut without any slack.

Romeo’s back door, which had never been touched by anyone since the day he was born, clamped down hard on the member that had forced its way in without permission, biting it to keep it from sliding out easily. Though it was just a single organ, it was the first piece of flesh he had ever encountered in such a way; even as it felt like he was being impaled, he sucked it in hungrily.

“Ngh, whew… ha…”

Moving his hips with a sense of flawless, satisfying tightness, Giovanni stood up and pulled his member all the way out, then grabbed Romeo’s shoulders to flip him onto his back.

Romeo, his face as pale as a corpse from the pain, turned his head to the side and closed his eyes against the pouring rain. Giovanni grabbed Romeo’s ankles and hoisted them up. Now that Romeo’s genitals and buttocks were fully visible from the front, Giovanni broke into a wide grin and peered between the cheeks. Though it was dark, he could faintly see the scrotum nestled between the thighs and the penis lying toward the navel. He wanted to smell it and touch it, but he was too impatient; he roughly kneaded the scrotum before fumbling near the perineum and shoving himself back into the hole.

“Ugh…!”

As the penis drove back into his gut, Romeo shook his head, his neck veins bulging from the agony. When Giovanni pulled his hips back, the hole that had been stretched wide to the size of the member hurriedly constricted again. The sight of it tightening as if it were trying to suck in the very veins around it was enough to incite a fresh wave of arousal.

“Ugh… hng, argh…!”

“Whew… haah…”

With Giovanni pinning his ankles down, Romeo’s body was crushed until his knees practically touched his chest.