[ continuing from here just in case this is too rough for bakerstreet which... i .... should've considered earlier whoops ]
[ He's been with guys like this before - opponents who won't accept that they've lost, even after the cards are down and they're curled up on the floor all fucked up and beaten. Derek arches an eyebrow and watches Barry stammer over his fuck you, and the blood and the spit that lands on his face fills him with a fresh flare up of anger and excitement and another predatory need to tear this guy apart. It's been a while, since he's been this connected to the wolf in him, apex and vicious as it is. Maybe all this fighting isn't good for him.
He barely manages to calm himself down, wiping the blood from his cheek with his thumb and sucking it clean off between his lips. He pushes down on Barry's chest with his knee, right into the bruised parts of him he's been hitting, getting annoyed. This guy, man. ]
[That push of Derek's knees, right onto the bruises, leaves Barry gasping and moaning in pain, struggling for breath.
Derek's right, though. Barry knew what the price of losing was when he agreed to this. He still knows it. And he really doubts that Derek is going to be gentle about it.
There's a flicker of something between apprehension and pure, animal fear across his face, before that knee presses in harder and his face contorts in pain, giving a sharp yell.]
[ Derek's lycanthropy makes his ears pretty sensitive, but the fact that he can hear Barry's yells even over the crowd's excited screams for what's coming next means he can't be pressing down hard enough. He keeps that in mind as he slips his hand beneath his shorts and tugs them down to his thighs, doing the same for his underwear, letting the fabric pool around his legs. Gonna have to make this hurt, if he wants Barry to start playing along.
He's hard as fuck, his dick fat and long and uncut. He yanks hard on Barry's hair at the same time he pushes down on his chest with his knee, pulling Barry up to meet him while keeping him anchored to the ground. Derek rests other his hand at the base of his cock, angling it forward so he can slap the head a few times against Barry's cheek and against his lip, smearing pre-cum and blood over the guy's mouth. ]
[Barry's eyes widen when he sees Derek's cock. It's not his first time, not exactly: He sucked a few dicks at parties in college as an experiment. None of them even came close to Derek's, none of them were even in the same league.
There's no way it will fit, right? It's impossible.
He moans as Derek drags him up, the force on his chest making him bend awkwardly to reach the man's cock, and he tries to keep his lips shut as that heavy cock is slapped against his cheek and lip, smearing warm pre-cum and blood on him.
It doesn't last. The pressure on his chest and that hand in his hair is too much, and he has to open his mouth after a few seconds, both to give a whimper of pain and, more importantly, to suck in a breath.]
[ Perfect. Barry takes his breath and Derek takes advantage of the moment - he twists his grip in Barry's hair, pulling just to hurt him enough to get his mouth open a little wider, and with one hard snap forward of his hips, he thrusts the length of his dick as deep into his mouth as he can take it.
It's a tight fit, and Derek groans, needy and desperate. The tip of his cock is pressing against the back of Barry's throat, but there's still more of him to take, if Barry would only open his mouth wider for him - Derek grunts and tries to fuck Barry's face deeper, wanting to bottom out in him as deeply and as completely as he can, but Barry's not watching his teeth and the pressure on his knee is making it hard to focus. The tight, wet heat of his mouth is so fucking inviting, and Derek wants to feel every inch of himself surrounded by it. Not being able to is - frustrating.
Derek puts both hands on Barry's head, squeezing and pusing his skull back against the wall of the cage to keep him in place. ]
[Derek's cock slams into Barry's throat, and Barry chokes too hard to make any other noise. It feels impossible that any of it could fit in, let alone more, even if Barry can see that he hasn't taken all of Derek in yet.
Derek hauls his head up against the wall of the cage like it's nothing, and when he gives that command (and Barry's cheeks burn red at that tough guy remark), Barry tries to meet his gaze.
His eyes are watering already, his lips clamped tight around the other man's cock.]
[ Derek feels - better. He nearly lost to fresh meat, and that kind of freaks him out, given how much of his new identity depends on being some successful Alpha who's never taken a fall in this place. He's gonna have to work harder from here on out. Can't get complacent again. He's gotta work if he wants to maintan his dominance, and it looks like Barry's the poor sucker he's gonna have to make an example out of. Nobody can hit him like that again.
He slaps Barry on the cheek, just light enough to keep his attention but hard enough to feel it reverberate through his cock. He grinds himself forward, pushing Barry tighter and tighter against the grate, forcing himself through all of Barry's resistance whether he wants him to or not. Any time Barry flinches or winces or gags or tries to pull away, Derek only slaps him or pulls his hair again to keep him focused. He holds eye contact the entire time, predatory and satisfied. ]
Nearly... nearly there.
[ He can feel Barry's throat stretching and flexing around his cock now. The tip of Derek's cock is drooling pre straight into Barry's stomach, and Derek tightens his abs and holds his breath as he finally, finally forces that last inch between his newest loser's lips, burying Barry's nose in the patch of hair above his cock and holding him tightly in place. ]
There you go. Just like that. Hold it. Don't choke.
[Being called a 'good boy,' like he's a child or a dog, just makes Barry's cheeks burn with humiliation all the more. Not that he has time to think about that, when Derek is pushing forward, shoving more and more inches into Barry's mouth, and Barry can't stop himself from choking and gagging.
Those slaps do a good job of keeping him focused, even as he feels his throat being stretched open around the bigger man's cock. Barry tries to look defiant, really does his level best to return that predatory stare with a taunting, challenging glare -- but that's not exactly easy when his eyes are watering and he's trying not to choke.
Trying and failing, because as the last inch is shoved in, Barry chokes hard again, forcing himself to breathe through his nose as his eyes stream. He can't move with Derek holding him there, but god, he can feel every inch of that cock, feel the warm drip of pre down his gullet.]
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He barely manages to calm himself down, wiping the blood from his cheek with his thumb and sucking it clean off between his lips. He pushes down on Barry's chest with his knee, right into the bruised parts of him he's been hitting, getting annoyed. This guy, man. ]
You lost.
[ He pushes his knee in harder. ]
You know what comes next.
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Derek's right, though. Barry knew what the price of losing was when he agreed to this. He still knows it. And he really doubts that Derek is going to be gentle about it.
There's a flicker of something between apprehension and pure, animal fear across his face, before that knee presses in harder and his face contorts in pain, giving a sharp yell.]
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He's hard as fuck, his dick fat and long and uncut. He yanks hard on Barry's hair at the same time he pushes down on his chest with his knee, pulling Barry up to meet him while keeping him anchored to the ground. Derek rests other his hand at the base of his cock, angling it forward so he can slap the head a few times against Barry's cheek and against his lip, smearing pre-cum and blood over the guy's mouth. ]
Say ah.
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There's no way it will fit, right? It's impossible.
He moans as Derek drags him up, the force on his chest making him bend awkwardly to reach the man's cock, and he tries to keep his lips shut as that heavy cock is slapped against his cheek and lip, smearing warm pre-cum and blood on him.
It doesn't last. The pressure on his chest and that hand in his hair is too much, and he has to open his mouth after a few seconds, both to give a whimper of pain and, more importantly, to suck in a breath.]
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It's a tight fit, and Derek groans, needy and desperate. The tip of his cock is pressing against the back of Barry's throat, but there's still more of him to take, if Barry would only open his mouth wider for him - Derek grunts and tries to fuck Barry's face deeper, wanting to bottom out in him as deeply and as completely as he can, but Barry's not watching his teeth and the pressure on his knee is making it hard to focus. The tight, wet heat of his mouth is so fucking inviting, and Derek wants to feel every inch of himself surrounded by it. Not being able to is - frustrating.
Derek puts both hands on Barry's head, squeezing and pusing his skull back against the wall of the cage to keep him in place. ]
C'mon. Look at me, tough guy.
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Derek hauls his head up against the wall of the cage like it's nothing, and when he gives that command (and Barry's cheeks burn red at that tough guy remark), Barry tries to meet his gaze.
His eyes are watering already, his lips clamped tight around the other man's cock.]
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[ Derek feels - better. He nearly lost to fresh meat, and that kind of freaks him out, given how much of his new identity depends on being some successful Alpha who's never taken a fall in this place. He's gonna have to work harder from here on out. Can't get complacent again. He's gotta work if he wants to maintan his dominance, and it looks like Barry's the poor sucker he's gonna have to make an example out of. Nobody can hit him like that again.
He slaps Barry on the cheek, just light enough to keep his attention but hard enough to feel it reverberate through his cock. He grinds himself forward, pushing Barry tighter and tighter against the grate, forcing himself through all of Barry's resistance whether he wants him to or not. Any time Barry flinches or winces or gags or tries to pull away, Derek only slaps him or pulls his hair again to keep him focused. He holds eye contact the entire time, predatory and satisfied. ]
Nearly... nearly there.
[ He can feel Barry's throat stretching and flexing around his cock now. The tip of Derek's cock is drooling pre straight into Barry's stomach, and Derek tightens his abs and holds his breath as he finally, finally forces that last inch between his newest loser's lips, burying Barry's nose in the patch of hair above his cock and holding him tightly in place. ]
There you go. Just like that. Hold it. Don't choke.
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Those slaps do a good job of keeping him focused, even as he feels his throat being stretched open around the bigger man's cock. Barry tries to look defiant, really does his level best to return that predatory stare with a taunting, challenging glare -- but that's not exactly easy when his eyes are watering and he's trying not to choke.
Trying and failing, because as the last inch is shoved in, Barry chokes hard again, forcing himself to breathe through his nose as his eyes stream. He can't move with Derek holding him there, but god, he can feel every inch of that cock, feel the warm drip of pre down his gullet.]