#icaleb

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The rest had left the house long ago, a night out! Some time to relax ...to stress relief.

The only two who had stayed, claiming to just be a little too tired!

people too tired to go out wouldn't be in the same bed.

iTrapped pushed Caleb onto the bed, crawling onto him like nothing but a starved animal following its instincts, drool falling onto his chest as he began to lift his shirt over his head, taking it off and admiring the view of the other, letting his guard down just long enough for Caleb to grip onto his back, pushing him onto the floor with relative ease.

"are you done fucking growling over me like a bitch in heat?"

Caleb placed his foot on iTrapped chest, keeping him down and prompting him to whine

"Fuck off will you--" iTrapped attempted to push Caleb off, only causing the pressure on his chest to increase as he gasped, throwing Caleb off towards to the bed with all his strength.

Well that pissed him off.

Caleb reached for the drawer next to the bed , pulling out a revolver and bullets, taking his time loading the gun while remaining eye contact with iTrapped with a smirk, the wide eyed look on the others face only spurring him on more as he knelt down to iTrappeds level.

"Listen here. You're going to do exactly what i say."

Caleb shifted to rest on iTrapped's chest and pressed the gun just to his lips, waiting a moment in silence before pushing past them and shoving the gun into his mouth ever so slightly, grinning at tears welled in the others eyes.

"Go on. suck it. like a real cock fucking your throat."

Caleb began to move the gun in his mouth, thrusting it in as iTrapped swirled his tongue around it. He could only thank the swords that the gun muffled any sort of sound he'd make as Caleb pushed it deeper and deeper each moment he got a chance, ignoring how he began to gasp and cough around it...for a little anyway before it got annoying and he pulled the gun out.

"See? Wasn't so ba-"

"fuh -fuck you--"

"sure."

Caleb rolled his eyes at iTrapped, he'd prefer he'd just shut up during their moments like this but it WAS fun hearing him moan like a bitch..not like thats what he did all day every day.

He stood up, standing over iTrapped to look down at him for a few moments before kneeling down and nudging the gun just past iTrapped entrance. He looked up at the others face for any sort of protest.

When none came he pushed in further, biting his lip to hide the smirk emerging as iTrapped clawed at the floor as he thrust it in and out.

"enjoying yourself down there?"

ITrapped didn't risk verbally responding (for pure terror of letting that prick know he was) , instead working his arm up to give Caleb the finger.

"Real mature baby. you gonna fucking cry next? hm?"

He accompanied his words by thrusting the gun in deeper.

"you're a fucking disgrace. worthless without me."

iTrappeds hips twitched up and that was all the encouragement Caleb needed ,practically throwing his other hand to his hips to hold him down and moving the gun carelessly within iTrapped.

"pathetic. cant even take it without moving."

noises spilled out of iTrappeds mouth, unable to stop it anymore as Calebs degrading words hardly registered anymore.

"oh swords caleb-- please--"

Please? Caleb snorted laughing.

"That voice would get you anything you want."

He let go of iTrappeds hip, instead moving to smother his face with his hand.

just to pull the gun out.

iTrapped groaned,his trembling body struggling to push off Calebs hand, tears of pure desperation falling from his face.

"you dick--"

he was uncontrolably laughing. This was cruelty! cruelty!