#sam.gladiator

Grian sat in front of Tuartis, who was running his hands along Grian's legs. Grian was trying to keep himself from shivering at the feeling of Tuartis' hands on him. He could already feel a heat building in his lower abdomen and knew he was already getting hard.

Tuartis looked up at Grian, and then slid his fingers further up his legs, then began to pull them off. Tuartis started to stroke Grian's cock, slowly, making it harder and harder. Grian gasped in response, then started to moan softly as Tuartis kept stroking. Tuartis moved his other hand down Grian's body and began to play with Grian's nipples, making Grian moan louder. He started to stroke faster, making Grian groan, and his other hand moved up Grian's chest, teasing Grian's nipples.

Grian leaned back, letting out a low moan, as Tuartis continued to tease him. Tuartis could feel his own cock harden at the sound of Grian's moans. Tuartis pulled one of his hands away, lubed it with spit, and pushed a finger into Grian's tight ass. Grian gasped, but didn't protest, and instead leaned forward into Tuartis. Tuartis continued to stroke Grian with one hand, as he pushed another finger in Grian's ass. Tuartis stroked harder and faster, and pushed in a third finger, causing Grian to let out a loud moan.

"Tu-uartis," Grian moaned, his eyes fluttering closed as Tuartis continued to finger him.

Tuartis pulled his hand away, and pulled his fingers out of Grian's ass. Tuartis moved away for a moment to take off his own pants. Although he was already leaking pre-come he still added a lot of spit, they didn't have lube, so spit would have to do.

Grian opened his eyes and watched as Tuartis took off his pants. Grian's eyes widened as he saw Tuartis' cock, hard and ready. Tuartis moved forward and pushed the tip of his cock into Grian's hole. Grian moaned and arched his back, pushing against Tuartis, wanting more of Tuartis' cock inside him. Tuartis slowly pushed all of his cock inside Grian.

It hurt a little bit, but it was ok. After a few minutes it wouldn't hurt as much. Tuartis began to thrust into Grian, slowly at first, then harder and harder. Grian felt Tuartis' cock hit his prostate and he practically screamed. Tuartis reached forward and started to stroke Grian's cock as he speed up his thrusts.

Grian's eyes were closed, and he was moaning loudly. Tuartis continued to thrust into him. Grian clutched onto Tuartis' shoulders.

Suddenly, the door to Tuartis' room opened. Both Grian and Tuartis froze and looked at the door, Sam was standing there, rubbing his eyes, he looked like he just woke up.

"Can you guy's quiet down?" He said, his rabbit ears twitching. Then Sam saw what they were doing and his eyes widened, his ears flicked.

Grian and Tuartis sat there frozen, Tuartis' cock still in Grian's ass, as Sam walked into the room slowly. Tuartis started to pull out of Grian, who whimpered at the feeling.

Sam sat on the bed next to them, Grian didn't like the look in Sam's eyes. Tuartis put his arm around Grian, pulling him into a sitting position, and Grian let out a sigh of relief.

"You two don't need to stop." Sam said, looking at Tuartis' cock, then at Grian's. Tuartis' cock was still leaking pre-come.

Tuartis looked at Grian, and shrugged. "Do you want to keep going?" He asked. Grian looked at Sam. He liked Sam, kind of, but something about Sam disturbed him. But maybe it wasn't anything, maybe he was just imagining things. One of his growing wings flicked. "Yea.." Grian said.

Sam scooted closer to Grian. "Can I join in?" He asked. Grian felt his stomach drop, but he wasn't sure why, then Tuartis spoke up.

"Sure," Tuartis said. He moved away from Grian, and Sam moved into his place, kicking his pants off. Sam was already pretty hard, Grian noticed. Sam started to stroke himself, and moved towards Grian.

Grian didn't really like the feeling of Sam's cock on him, but he knew Tuartis was watching and he didn't want to disappoint him. Grian looked over at Tuartis, who was watching them both, softly stroking himself.

Tuartis moved next to them and Sam moved on top of Grian. "He's already loose." Tuartis said and Sam nodded, pushing his cock into him. Grian gasped in shock, he was so hard he was a little bigger, and Tuartis had only prepared him a little bit.

Tuartis moved closer to them and started stroking his cock next to Grian's face, pre-come dripping out of his cock. Sam didn't wait for Grian to adjust to his size, he only slammed in, hard. Tuartis looked at Grian, who had closed his eyes.

"Open your mouth." Tuartis said, moving his cock closer to Grian's mouth and sitting at the top of Grian's head. Grian did as he was told and opened his mouth, Tuartis pushed his cock in. Grian gasped as he felt Tuartis' cock fill his mouth. He started to suck on it as well as he could while being fucked by Sam.

Grian tried to close his eyes, but kept being forced to open them as he sucked Tuartis' cock. Tuartis would pull his cock out of Grian's mouth if Grian wanted him to stop, but he wasn't sure if Sam would. Tuartis would be disappointed at him if he stopped, maybe, so he kept going. He couldn't help moaning as Sam fucked him. Sam was going faster and faster, and Grian was having trouble not biting Tuartis.

Tuartis had his hands on Grian's head, and he started to thrust into Grian's mouth. Grian had trouble breathing, Sam was fucking him harder, and Tuartis was fucking his mouth, and Grian felt like he was about to cry. He felt like he was drowning. Tuartis pulled his cock out of Grian's mouth and Grian gasped for breath. But before he could catch his breath Sam put his hand on Grian's neck, and squeezed.

Grian felt like he was suffocating, he couldn't breathe, Sam was choking him, and fucking him at the same time. Tuartis started stroking Grian's cock, and Grian felt like he was getting close. Tuartis stroked faster, and Grian came, hard. He could feel himself spurt onto Tuartis' hand. Sam's grip on Grian's throat tightened as Grian came, and Tuartis pulled his hand away.

Sam let out a loud moan and shoved himself harder into Grian, causing Grian to scream in pain. Then Sam started stroking Grian's dick, the overstimulation hurt.

Grian saw Tuartis say something to Sam, he was to focused on the pain to know what he said, but Sam looked almost a little annoyed, but the hand on Grian's throat loosened. He could breathe again. Sam kept stroking his cock and Grian could feel himself getting closer, it hurt though, he didn't think he wanted to cum. But he did.

Sam moaned loudly and came Inside Grian, then collapsed on top of him, panting. Tuartis moved to lay next to Grian, who was trying not to shake at the feeling of Sam on top of him. He didn't like it. He liked Tuartis' touch, but not Sam's.

Grian pushed Sam off him. "Get off me." He said, his voice a little shaky, but he tried making it sound more casual.

Sam looked at Grian, surprised, then rolled off him, his ears drooping. Grian stood up. He could feel Sam's come dripping down his leg.

"Where are you going?" Tuartis asked.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Grian said, walking over to the door and opening it. He heard Sam say something, but he ignored him. He shut the door behind him and made his way to the bathroom. He started to shake, but he didn't cry. He wasn't sure why, he wanted to do that, but it hurt, Sam was way too ruff with him. He turned on the water and got a peace of toilet paper and cleaned himself up.

Then he washed his hands and turned off the water.

Grian felt like he should go back into Tuartis' room, but he did. He sat down next to Tuartis and he pulled Grian into a laying position. Sam layed on Grian's other side.

"Good night." Tuartis said, he was already starting to fall asleep.

Grian tried to sleep, but he couldn't, he felt a little cold with Sam's warmth on him. He tried to pretend it didn't bother him, but it did. He would have to deal with it tomorrow. He laid there awake until he finally fell asleep.

Grian lay curled up on a bed that wasn’t his, his wings pressed uncomfortably against his back under a shirt that wasn’t his, his mind struggling to drift off into sleep. Just as he felt himself on the verge of slumber, the creak of the door opening shattered the stillness. Without needing to look, he knew it was Sam who had entered.

Attempting to ignore the interruption, Grian kept his eyes shut, only to feel the weight shift on the bed as Sam settled down next to him. Reluctantly, Grian turned to face him.

"What do you want, Sam?" he inquired, his voice tinged with irritation.

"My room's too cold. I'm crashing here for the night," Sam announced casually, throwing off the covers and sliding under them before Grian could protest.

As Grian attempted to find his way back to sleep, his discomfort grew with Sam's proximity. Suddenly, he felt a hand brushing down his side, causing him to jerk and attempt to inch away. However, before he could react further, Sam's firm grip on his hips pulled him closer. Grian recoiled into himself, desperate to put as much distance as possible between him and Sam.

"Stop struggling," Sam's voice hissed in Grian's ear, sending a shiver down his spine. Ignoring the command, Grian fought back even harder, attempting to break free from Sam's firm hold. However, Sam abruptly sat up, using his weight to effectively trap Grian against the mattress.

"Why are you being so difficult, Tuartis?" Sam's tone was unnervingly calm as he leaned in closer, pressing him down with deliberate force.

"I'm not T-... Get off me," Grian's voice wavered slightly as he tried to kick out with a leg, only to realize that Sam had firmly trapped both of his legs. The sense of helplessness only heightened Grian's panic, his heart racing as Sam's proximity seemed to suffocate him.

Leaning down, Sam's breath tickled Grian's neck as he moved excruciatingly slowly, causing Grian to tense in fear. The sensation of Sam pressing and grinding against Grian's leg sent a wave of revulsion through him, his body tensing involuntarily at the unwanted contact. Grian squirmed beneath Sam's weight, his discomfort growing with each passing moment, his mind racing for a way out of the precarious situation that was rapidly spiraling out of control.

The sharp pain of Sam's bite on Grian's neck elicited a strangled yelp, indicating the intensity with which the act was carried out. Feeling the pressure of Sam's teeth digging in a bit too forcefully, Grian winced, a mixture of discomfort and fear coursing through him. A moment later, Sam released one of Grian's hands, seizing the opportunity to forcefully pull down Grian's pants, further stripping him of his control over the situation.

Reacting on instinct, Grian used his free hand to strike out at Sam, his talons inadvertently slashing across Sam's face in a desperate attempt to defend himself. The unexpected attack caused Sam to stumble backwards, a cry of pain escaping his lips as he reeled from the sharp pain inflicted by Grian's claws. Seizing the moment of reprieve, Grian took advantage of the opening, quickly kicking Sam away, leaping off the bed, and making a frantic dash towards the door with adrenaline-fueled urgency.

However, Sam's quick reflexes intervened before Grian could make his escape, grabbing him and forcefully slamming him against the wall, his grip tightening around Grian's throat in a menacing hold.

"What are you doing?" Grian managed to growl out, his voice strained with a mixture of anger and fear as Sam pressed himself against him once more. The sharpness of Sam's nails digging into Grian's vulnerable neck sent a shiver of pain down his spine, the metallic tang of blood filling the air in a chilling reminder of the danger he was in.

"Move again and I'll snap your neck," Sam's threat hung heavy in the air, sending a wave of fear through Grian as he nodded in silent compliance. With a cruel persistence, Sam moved his hand back to Grian's pants, continuing his invasive actions despite Grian's inner turmoil and conflicting emotions, the physical touch eliciting an unwelcome response from Grian's body even amidst his feelings of revulsion and helplessness.

Sam's actions turned increasingly vile as he dragged his fingers across Grian's exposed vulnerability, sending a shiver of revulsion through him. The sensation of Sam's touch on such an intimate part of him left Grian feeling violated and trapped in a nightmare he couldn't escape. Before he could fully comprehend what was happening, the unmistakable sound of fabric being moved reached his ears, signaling the impending darkness of the situation.

"I don't remember you having feathers, Tuartis," Sam's words were laced with a rough edge as he forcefully tugged on Grian's tail feathers, causing a sharp, piercing pain to shoot through Grian's body.

“I-I’m not Tuartis…” He said with a trembling voice, his denial barely audible as he whispered desperately. Sam callously ripped out two of his largest tail feathers in a single cruel motion, the searing pain causing Grian to cry out in anguish, knowing it would take months for them to regrow, a constant reminder of this traumatic violation.

The brutality of the act did not stop there, as Sam proceeded to press the tip of his member against Grian's trembling entrance, not caring to prep him, pushing forward without regard for the agony he was inflicting. With a combination of fear and excruciating pain, Grian whimpered and struggled against the invasion, his body tensing in protest as each torturous inch further breached his boundaries. The sensation of being forced beyond his limits tore through Grian, the unbearable pain becoming overwhelming as Sam continued to mercilessly drive deeper until he reached the very core of Grian's being.

Unable to contain his anguish any longer, Grian's cries echoed off the walls, tears streaming down his face as he clung to the cold wall for support, his legs threatening to give out beneath him as he struggled to endure the unbearable torment that threatened to consume him whole. In that excruciating moment, Grian felt a part of him break, his spirit shattered by the cruel violation that left him trembling and broken, a mere shell of the person he once was.

The violent rhythm of Sam's thrusts grew more relentless with each brutal motion, his actions driving Grian to emit a harrowing blend of half-moans and half-screams that reverberated through the room. The force with which Sam withdrew his length only to violently slam it back inside Grian left him gasping for air, his senses overwhelmed by the sharp pain and pleasure that mingled in a twisted dance of agony and ecstasy.

As if the physical violation wasn't enough, Sam's savage tendencies extended to further marking his territory on Grian's body, his teeth sinking into Grian's neck with a ferocity that left behind a chaotic tapestry of purple, black, and red bruises, a testament to the brutality of their encounter. The macabre scene descended into a new level of horror as Sam turned his attention to the bloody marks his nails had left, his twisted actions pushing boundaries of cruelty as he ravaged Grian's flesh, leaving behind fresh wounds that oozed crimson trails down his skin.

In a desperate attempt to dull the searing pain that consumed him, Grian summoned the last vestiges of his strength, his head throbbing with agony as he forcibly collided it with the unyielding surface of the wall. The intense surge of pain that erupted through him barely masked the torturous reality of his situation, the unrelenting assault on his body pushing him to the brink of despair.

Sam's taunting laugh cut through the air like a blade, his mockery a stark contrast to the agony he inflicted upon Grian. Gripping Grian's hair with a cruel force, Sam maliciously hurled his head back against the wall once more, the impact eliciting a primal shout of pain from Grian as he struggled to remain upright amidst the onslaught of brutality. Before his senses could fully recover from the disorienting impact, Grian felt a sharp sensation slicing across his hip, the telltale trail of blood marking the path of a blade that threatened to further mar his already battered form.

Finally relenting after what felt like an eternity, Sam withdrew from Grian's violated form, his body wracked with a pain that seemed to pierce his very soul. Unable to muster the strength to stand, Grian slumped to the ground, his stomach throbbing with a deep ache that mirrored the emptiness inside him. The sudden impact of Sam's foot striking his stomach caused Grian to double over in agony, his breath catching in his throat as he struggled to endure the brutal assault on his already battered body.

“On your knees, now.” His voice laced with a predatory hunger that sent a chill down Grian's spine. Refusing to yield to Sam's demands, Grian hesitated, prompting a swift punishment in the form of another vicious blow to his stomach that forced him to comply. With a mixture of fear and resignation, Grian sat up on his knees, his eyes filled with defiance even as his body trembled with pain and fear.

The glint of Sam's sinister grin reflected the twisted pleasure he derived from his sadistic actions,

“Open your mouth.” A knife poised dangerously in his hand as he issued his next command. Grian's compliance was a silent surrender, his mouth opening obediently as Sam thrust his member between his lips, pushing it past the threshold of resistance until it nestled at the back of his throat. The relentless thrusts that followed were a harrowing symphony of agony and humiliation, Grian's world reduced to a blur of pain and degradation as Sam's brutality continued to crush his spirit. The added torment of Sam's deliberate pressure on his member with his foot only served to deepen Grian's suffering, each painful sensation a cruel reminder of his powerlessness in the face of unyielding cruelty.

As Sam's sickeningly sweet words of praise echoed in the air, Grian's sense of revulsion only deepened, a bitter taste of disgust lingering in his mouth alongside the remnants of Sam's violation. The sheer audacity of Sam's twisted enjoyment in the midst of Grian's torment was a nauseating reminder of the powerlessness that engulfed him, a stark contrast to the facade of control he tried to maintain in the face of relentless brutality.

With a final, callous motion, Sam withdrew his member from Grian's mouth until only the tip remained poised on his tongue, his release staining Grian's senses with the acrid taste of salty cum. The involuntary gag that seized Grian threatened to expel the vile substance, his body instinctively recoiling from the violation he had been forced to endure. The demand to swallow it, to internalize the physical reminder of his degradation, was a cruel twist of the knife that tore at Grian's already fragile resolve.

“Swallow it.” Defiance burned fiercely in Grian's eyes as he refused to comply with Sam's command, his act of rebellion manifesting in the defiant gesture of spitting the substance onto Sam's foot, a small yet potent act of resistance in the face of overwhelming dominance. The swift repercussion of Sam's anger came in the form of a brutal blow that lanced through Grian's skull, a searing pain that momentarily eclipsed his senses as stars danced before his eyes, a testament to the ferocity of Sam's wrath.

Sam seized him roughly and dragged his limp form over to the bed, depositing him unceremoniously beneath the covers before joining him in the darkness that enveloped the room. The air hung heavy with a suffocating tension as Sam lay beside Grian, a chilling contrast to the warmth that had once defined intimacy, now tainted by the shadows of manipulation and cruelty that loomed over them both.

As the whispered words of false tenderness caressed Grian's ear, a cold shiver raced down his spine, the emptiness of the gesture a stark reminder of the twisted reality in which he found himself ensnared. Grian's whispered response barely carried through the suffocating weight of exhaustion and pain that bore down on him, his consciousness slipping away into the darkness that beckoned with a promise of respite from the torment that had shattered his spirit.

In the fleeting moments before unconsciousness claimed him, Grian's mind sought solace in the oblivion that awaited, a sanctuary from the nightmare that had become his reality, a fragile refuge in a world that had become a desolate wasteland of pain and betrayal. The stillness of the night enveloped them both, a haunting silence that belied the violence and anguish that had ravaged their souls, leaving only the echoes of a darkness that refused to be banished.

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The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a pallid glow upon Grian's weary form as he struggled to rise from the bed, his body a canvas of pain and betrayal that bore the cruel marks of the previous night's ordeal. The relentless ache that seared through his muscles served as a grim reminder of the violation he had endured, a torment that refused to be subdued by the veil of morning light. Despite his fervent desire to retreat into the sanctuary of his room, Grian found himself compelled by Sam's oppressive command to attend school as Tuartis, a facade that now epitomized the facade of normalcy he was forced to maintain in the wake of unspeakable horrors.

As Grian dressed in the tattered remnants of his stained shirt, the tangible evidence of his suffering etched into the fabric in a grotesque tapestry of blood, spit, and cum, he recoiled from the reflection that greeted him in the mirror. The bruises that marred his neck like a macabre necklace of pain and submission, the unmistakable limp that betrayed the agony that gnawed at his every step - these were the cruel reminders that marked him as a victim of unseen terrors, a silent witness to the darkness that lurked just beneath the surface of his forced facade.

As Grian Tuartis navigated the halls of the school, his senses assailed by a cacophony of curious gazes and whispered rumors that trailed in his wake, he felt the weight of judgment and scrutiny press down upon him with a suffocating force. The concerned looks that flickered in the eyes of some students and teachers served as a fleeting comfort amidst the predatory hunger that gleamed in the eyes of others, a chilling reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows, waiting to consume him should he dare to stray from Sam's suffocating grip.

Each step forward felt like a hesitant surrender to the world that sought to devour him, the walls of the school closing in around him like a prison that held him captive in a cycle of torment and fear. Grian's heart yearned for escape, for a return to the familiar embrace of London's bustling streets, a home now tainted by the memories of a past that had been shattered beyond repair. The ache of longing that gripped his soul whispered of a distant hope, a fragile thread of resilience that dared to dream of a sanctuary untainted by the shadows that shadowed his every move.