ftm!Kieran x ftm!Reader | NSFW!!!
You had known the man was like you from the very beginning. You were suspicious while he was being held in Colter, but your suspicions were confirmed when they dragged him to that tree and threatened to geld him. You’d never seen a man’s face so red and filled with fear then Kieran Duffy’s in that moment. He was trembling like a leaf in the wind, looking as if his legs would have given out had he not been tied to that tree. He struggled as they unclasped his suspenders and pulled down his trousers. Silence. Once they had realized, registered what they had revealed, the moment was over in the blink of an eye. Dutch breathed an ‘oh’ and waved his hand for Bill to put the tongs down, while Arthur yanked the man’s trousers back up quickly. You were sure you were equally as red in the face, though not terrified, but you were sure of what you and everyone else had seen: the man had a cunt. Sure it was hard to see with the thick bush of dark hair, but you all had seen it. You turned away from the awkwardly stuttering man, who was making all kinds of pathetic noises thanking his captors and apologizing at the same time, off to join Javier at the campfire. He thankfully did not say a word, only lifting an eyebrow with a knowing look as he handed you a beer. He knew, but he knew better than to breathe a single word of it.
He was on your mind. His soft pleas for food, water, anything echoed in your mind, repeating themselves over and over. He was miserable, and yet you couldn’t help your attraction to him. Knowing he knows, he understands…you hadn’t come across many men of your kind. This was an opportunity to avoid the awkward conversation, that usually breaks the deal when it comes to hookups, an opportunity for mutual pleasure with someone that truly knows. You couldn’t help yourself. He was a little pathetic, definitely in need of some feeding, skittish like a nervous horse, but there was something about him that lit your nerves on fire, a fire that would not go out by itself.
You seized the opportunity late one evening as you left your shift keeping watch. Sean was next, and he was sure to be fast asleep within ten minutes of his shift. Everyone else had gone to sleep, even Arthur, who had sat at the campfire until the camp had gone completely quiet. Your heart was beating high in your chest as you approached the man, slumped against the tree he had been tied to. He awoke with a jolt when the tip of your boot made contact with his thigh, scrambling to rise as much as he could and looking fearful. “Shh.” You said, motioning for him to calm down as one would for a pet, waiting to speak until he has quietened back down. “I’ve seen you looking at me, Mister.” He sounded afraid. “What are you waking me for?”
You sighed. This was going to be difficult to explain. Sometimes you wished you were a worse person, able to just make him do it without explaining first. “I saw you when they brought you into the camp that day, O’Driscoll.” Kieran’s face flushed a deep red in the dark night. “Ain’t no O’Driscoll, Mister, and….that was…” “I’m like you.” You blurted out, interrupting what was surely going to be an apology. “Oh.” He said, looking confused. “I see.”
“Can you guess what I want?” Kieran’s eyes widened, but he nodded. Not as stupid as he seemed to be, then. “I’ll untie you, if you run you’re dead. Understood?” “Understood, sir.” His voice was trembling, but it had shifted, away from fear and towards excitement. “If you do good I’ll bring you some food after.” You quickly untied the rope keeping him bound to the tree, allowing him a moment to rub his sore spots and stretch before looking him straight in the eyes.
“Down.” You said, sternly. He looked a little confused. “On your knees.” He began to move, shuffling to kneel at your feet with the awkwardness of a man that hadn’t moved from his position in hours. You grunted in approval, motioning to unbutton the fly on your trousers. You’d washed up before in anticipation of this, not wanting to make the other man uncomfortable. You felt his eyes on you as you pushed down the fabric, revealing bare skin. You were a little hard already, poking out from the crease like a tiny cock. You felt more than heard a shaky exhale. “C’mon. Suck.” You tapped the back of his head in encouragement, almost missing the minuscule whine that escaped the man as he leaned in. His tongue was heaven. He wrapped his mouth around you, sucking hard, maybe a little too hard. He let you rock back and forth, thrusting your little cock into his wet mouth, slurping noises loud in the quiet night. “Shit” you cursed, fingers tangling in the matted long hair of their own accord. “You done this before?” You had to ask, breath light in your chest and head spinning. “Couple times, Mister.” He sounded out of breath. He dove back in without you having to guide him, one of his hands coming to grip your thigh. Those fingers began to wander, but you didn’t stop him. He ran his fingers through your folds gently, almost carefully, and upon the lack of protest slid a finger inside of you. You groaned and thrust forward, holding his head in place as to bury yourself inside his mouth as deeply as you could. He whimpered a little louder, eyes rolling as you tugged on his hair. You looked a little closer at the man on his knees before you. His hips were twitching a little, attempting to grind into nothing, and his legs were shaking a little. He’d been good to you so far, he ought to have a little reward. Kieran let out a full moan as the top of your boot made contact with his groin, grinding firmly against where you knew he was currently dampening his undergarments. He pulled away for a second, mumbling words of thanks against your skin, before continuing to suck, his hips stuttering against your shoe.
You cursed again, gripping hard at his hair as he slid a second finger inside and curled them just so. Your legs were trembling now, too, but you made sure you kept the foot pressed against Kieran’s groin steady. He was being good, he deserved his reward. His whimpers began to get louder, hips starting to stutter a little in their movement, melting a little in your firm grip. You could feel your orgasm building, the pinpricks in your spine beginning to rise. “Shit, i’m gonna cum…” you groaned, which only seemed to spur Kieran on, who was sucking enthusiastically and rather loudly, the slurping sound making your ears a little hot. You meant to warn him, but no sound could have possibly made it from your lips. Your body snapped, the tension overwhelming, and relief began to flood your entire being in an orgasm that threatened to make you collapse on the floor. One of your hands shot up to steady yourself against a tree, hips bucking wildly against Kieran’s lips, who was still producing the sweetest whimpers. You let him suck for another moment until it became painfully sensitive, tugging him away by his hair.
“Good job.” You smiled at him, taking in just how fucked he looked. His mouth was messy with your moisture, hair messy and eyes wide. Before he could stutter out a word, you pressed your foot more firmly against him. “You can get off.” He looked relieved, as if he had hoped to hear these words. It didn’t take long whatsoever. He came fast, eyes bright as he stuck the fingers that were just inside of you into his mouth, sucking on them to stifle a loud moan. His body spasmed as he pushed himself almost painfully against your boot, seizing before relaxing, almost melting into the forest floor.
“Good boy.” You say gently, removing your foot with great care not to hurt him, and light a cigarette. Goddamn you needed that. You held it out to Kieran, who took it with his trembling hand, inhaling deeply and gratefully. “So when can we do this again, Mister?”
