The Exploitations Of Seifer Almasy: Zell

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Seifer grabbed Zell by the waist and turned him around, shoving his face up against the cold stone wall of the dormitory hallway.
“You like this, do you? Huh?”
The taller blonde had begun grinding his need into Zells clothed backside with rough GF enhanced force.
“D-don’t! I’m warnin’ you!”
Seifer laughed, out of breath, and whispered into the fighter’s ear, “You’re in no position to threaten me, but I do rather like the position you are in . . .”
“S-stop . . .”
The green eyed brute continued grinding his large clothed erection against the smaller boy, making him whimper in fear. Grabbing his spiky blonde hair, he wound his fingers into it, getting a tighter hold and slammed the tattooed face into the brick work.
“Work your ass, chicken.”
Zell didn’t comply and Seifer got angrier, slamming his head once again into the wall which his face was being pushed up against.
“Work your damn fucking ass!”
Trying to refrain from crying, he obeyed the gunbladist’s orders and began to shift his backside in a somewhat robotic movement. Hearing Seifers breathing near his ear increase its pace, the smaller blonde started getting frightened. He thought that the man behind him was just going to continue rubbing against his backside until he got off, but he would soon find out that this wasn’t to be the case.
Seifer shifted, keeping one of his large hands held painfully tight in the other teen’s hair, but bringing the other one down, gripping one of Zells hips and digging his fingers in. Although Seifers hands were gloved and Zell wore thick denim, he could still feel the sharpness as the nails etched lines into his skin. Thoughts raced through his fogged mind. Visions flashing before his eyes; Seifer murdering him after he’d raped and brutalized his body. He began to struggle and push back against the stronger man, in hopes of freeing himself, if only for a second, enabling a means to get away.
“Uhhnnn . . . you’re only succeeding in makin’ me hornier, you little bitch,” Seifer rasped, pretty much in the same position still.
“I’m not lettin’ you go without fuckin’ you raw . . .”
Zell whimpered, almost inaudibly, but Seifer heard. He always heard cries of distress.
“Aw, chicken wuss is scared. Yeah well, you should be coz I’ll be packing seven inches of hard meat up you soon.” The larger blonde laughed at his own joke, sounding out of breath due to his grinding movements.
“S-Seifer . . . Don’t . . . you can’t-,”
“Yes, I can. Just watch me.”
“B-but . . . we’re childhood friends.”
“I hate you, dumb fuck.”
Abruptly, Seifer moved away from Zell, quitting his probing and feeling, though still keeping the fingers wrapped in his hair. Before any questions could be asked, a slightly calloused hand was brought up around and over the smaller fighter’s mouth, and he was being dragged, rather pushed, towards a destination that only Seifer had in mind.
Seeing as Zell couldn’t scream and wasn’t in the right position to punch or kick, he did the only thing he could; he bit down on the hand covering his mouth. Much to his surprise, the bully behind him didn’t even let out a slight indication of pain, even though it must’ve hurt because Zell could taste a coppery life force seeping past his lips.
“Don’t pull any crap, chicken, or I’ll maim that pretty little face of yours beyond recognition.”
It was only when Seifer pushed Zell into the training center did he realize that he was being taken to the secret area around the back. He hoped desperately that there would be people inside to help him out, whilst on the other hand, Seifer was hoping that the place was empty. As they stumbled into the small backroom, Zell saw that luck was not on his side tonight; the area was vacant, which could be expected in the early hours of the morning. Once again, Seifer used brute, GF enhanced force and pushed the martial artist to the floor, leaving him to thump down harshly against the cold tiles. It was times like these that Zell wished he didn’t remove all his junctions at night. Along with going for showers in the late hours. That’s where he had run into Seifer for the first time that night.
He had walked in on Zell playing with himself, and had begun taunting him for it. Zell wasn’t in the mood for a fight after being humiliated, so he had turned off the shower and tried to step out; just as Seifer stepped in, fully clothed and grabbed his wrist. He had told Zell to carry on masturbating, so he could watch. Zell had known of Seifers bisexuality for a while, but it hadn’t bothered him up until now. Shocked, Zell had hooked his foot around Seifers, causing him to stumble and let go of his hold on him. For a while, the older teen had just taken his shower whilst Zell quickly dressed: he hadn’t taunted him for a few minutes, which was decidedly odd. Later though, Seifer had caught up with Zell in the hallway and begun to call him different names, ‘cockteaser’ being among some of them. That was how he had gotten to the position he was in now, laying basically helpless on the floor. He should’ve known that Seifer would use force to get sex, after-all, he used it to get his way with everything else.
“Don’t fuckin’ move a muscle.”
As Zell looked up, he was face to face with Seifers gunblade, Hyperion, which he had retrieved from a strap across his side, hidden under his gray trench coat. The bully pressed it under Zells chin, forcing him to raise his head back until it hurt, or else he’d get a nasty gash there. Chuckling evilly, he pulled back his gunblade and walked over to the door. Hearing a loud click, Zell saw that he was bolting it shut, so no-one could enter.
Panic rushed through him and as he was about to push himself up and run into Seifer in an attempt to knock him over, the large man turned back around.
“What are you plannin’ chicken?”
Zell simply looked up at him, but for the first time, noticed that Seifer was sporting an obvious bulge inside his trousers. This did nothing to help his panicky state and he scooted backwards whilst still sitting on his rear, using his feet to push against the floor.
“Are you runnin’ away from me, bitch?”
Zell had reached the wall and could back up no more. He only realized that he shouldn’t have done this when Seifer started advancing towards him, still holding Hyperion in his gloved hand. The martial artist found himself unable to move, so shut his sapphire blue eyes, in the childish theory of ‘if I can’t see you, you can’t see me’. Although it had managed to block out the vision of Seifer leering down on him, it couldn’t block out the noise of what was to come. Zell heard the slow sound of someone’s flies being pulled down. Not just someone’s, Seifers. Not given the chance to think anything, a lasting pain was once again ripping at his hair roots as the green-eyed blonde above him was pulling his head back furiously.
“Open your eyes, chicken. I’ve got a surprise for you.”
Zell knew very well what the surprise would be, seeing as he was sitting on his haunches and almost definitely level with Seifers crotch. He kept his eyes shut so tight, that stars were beginning to explode behind them. Or maybe that was because of the pain in his head . . .
“Open your fuckin’ eyes or I’ll slice your throat and fuck your neck!”
Upon feeling the cold steel of Hyperion resting on his jugular, Zell did as he said almost immediately, only to come eye to eye, so to speak, with Seifers erect penis. The bulbous head was slightly red in colour, as was the rigid shaft. The slit at the top was leaking out some pre-cum and dripping down the side. Seifers cock twitched in anticipation as he gave his command.
“Suck it.”
The younger blonde was still aware that the bully had his gunblade pressed into his neck, but he didn’t comply, even when the pressure of the cold steel got harder. Without asking again, Seifer simply pulled Zells hair with more force, making him open his mouth to whine. As soon as this opportunity arose, the large man shoved his cock head into the soft, open mouth, resting there a split second before ramming all the way down.
The penis had hit Zells gag reflex, and was doing so over again, each time the cock was pulled out and pushed back in violently. He threw his hands up and tried to pry Seifers larger ones off from around his head.
Seifer, through his sexual haze, noticed and breathed out the words, “Have you . . . learnt . . . you’re lesson, bitch?”
He felt his victim nod his head around his cock as he slowly pulled it out of his warm, slick mouth. Zell felt ill. He had never had something so large and intrusive inside his mouth, hitting his tonsils with such fervor. Although Seifer hadn’t reached his peak, the taste of salty, bitter pre-cum was still evident and hung in Zells mouth, mixed with phlegm and saliva.
The towering blonde spoke out patronizingly to the one hunched before his penis,
“Are you gonna do what I say now or do we have to have a repeat performance?”
Zell didn’t say anything, he couldn’t.
“Now, suck it good . . . and don’t even think of biting.”
One glance up into Seifers eyes was enough to scare anyone into carrying out what he said. Not looking at the long, meaty penis in front of him, Zell poked out his tongue slowly and flicked it along the tip of the cock, holding back the illness he felt about doing such crude, humiliating acts. Indeed, Zell often labeled himself as bi-sexual, but never in a million years would he want to give oral sex to Seifer, and wasn’t turned on in the slightest, unless he imagined someone else; which was exactly what he began doing. It was anyone, really. Mostly Irvine or Squall, because doing this to them wouldn’t cause as much of an unpleasant feeling in the pit of his stomach. Also, they were cherished friends; Seifer was nothing but a bully and an enemy.
Unconsciously, Zell started adding more enthusiasm to the cock in front of him. Pulling it out of his mouth with a wet slapping sound, he trailed his tongue down to the base of the erection, before bringing it back up along the underside. He felt it twitch in response, followed by some oozing out of pre-cum. Zell licked up towards the head, pursuing the line going round and up into his slit. He dipped his tongue into it for a split second, licking up the clear fluid before he engulfed it fully in his tender, moist mouth and began to suck on the satiny skin.
It was only when Seifer let out a guttural moan, along with a dirty comment that Zell realized what he was doing and to whom. He pulled back harshly, making the cock come out of his mouth with a slushy ‘pop’ noise, leaving a mixture of saliva and pre-cum to dribble down his chin. Wiping at it furiously with the back of his hand, the small blonde began feeling sick again.
“And you were doin’ so good, you little shit. Didn’t wanna come in your mouth anyway . . . I’d rather save it all for your ass,” Seifer whispered the last part into his victims ear.
This made Zell scoot back, but to no avail, as the wall was already behind him. He was as far back as he could go. He beat himself up mentally inside, calling himself names for becoming so engrossed in the blow-job, all because he was imagining a semi clad cowboy, or a sullen instructor in his mouth.
Once again, Seifer brought Zell out of his thoughts by using violence. By smacking him around the head with a powerful blow, the green-eyed brute had sent Zell flying onto the hard floor, where he now lay on his back hissing air through his clenched teeth out of pain. Before walking towards him, Seifer quickly and expertly shook off all his clothes, flinging them all into the corner of the room. He stood glowering down upon the person he so loved to taunt. Zell noticed that even naked, Seifer still had that familiar, cruel smirk painted on his lips.
“Take your clothes off, Wuss.”
No answer came or sign of acknowledgement came from the boy on the floor, even though he knew that Seifer had an extremely short fuse, which was quickly getting closer towards another explosion of anger. This time, it came in the way of a sharp kick to the side. After which, Zell felt Seifer begin to strip him, starting with his jacket and t-shirt. So far, he’d been successful in getting them off without a struggle, but when a large calloused hand came down to the baggy shorts, something snapped inside Zell.
He began to struggle and sit up, managing to get a punch into Seifers jaw, making the older blondes head jerk to the right. Given, there wasn’t much force put into it, as Zell was still stunned and had become slightly numb as to what was happening to him, but there would at least be a bruise there come morning.
“You little . . . fucking . . . shit!” Seifer growled. He moved fluently on top of Zell, straddling him, his erect cock bobbing at the fast movement. It hadn’t gone down due to the pain in his jaw, if anything; it had simply gotten harder and more red, still seeping a clear liquid.
Zells aggressor had gotten him into a position that would be hard to get out of, or even struggle in. Seifer was sitting atop him, his legs spread out over his groin area and his knees pinning his arms down uncomfortably tight to his sides.
Like this, Seifer could admire Zells body without fear of any unexpected punches flying his way. He started from the very top of his head, looking at the soft crest of blonde spikes, which by some miracle, had still held. Running his eyes down his face, along the distinctive tribal tattoo and onto closed pink lips, that had not long ago, taken a cock in with such delight. Seifers dick twitched involuntarily at the memory, before he carried on his journey of Zells body. His chest area was slightly bronzed and toned, due to all the topless training he did outside, and his pinkish nipples were erect. There wasn’t a hair in sight and Seifer wondered if the teen waxed.
However, as his jade green eyes traveled lower, he found a fine line of golden pubic hair, starting from the belly button and going down until it became hidden underneath dark, denim shorts. Once again, Seifers angry looking cock gave a twitch and oozed out more pre-cum, leaving it to drip onto Zells firm stomach.
The fighter lifted his head up from the cold, uncomfortable floor and with no emotion present in his azure eyes; he looked down at the small pool of clear liquid that had dribbled out of his enemies’ penis. Seifer smirked and, whilst still keeping Zell pinned, he leant down and sank his teeth into one of the small, pink erect nipples. Naturally, he let out of scream of pain and flailed around like a fish out of water. The tall blonde did exactly the same to the other nub, but this time, brought his large hands up and raked his sharp nails down the lean chest underneath him.
Zell wriggled and bucked, trying to throw Seifer off, but to no avail. Pain was searing through his sides because of the scratches that had left a burning fire in their wake. He didn’t want to scream, knowing full well that the resident bully would revel in his outcries.
“S . . . Seifer . . . stop!”
Seifer lifted his head off of Zells nipple, which had become red and sore with all the chewing and sucking he had been administering.
“No fuckin’ chance, bitch. I’m havin’ fun . . . and you will be too, in a minute,” adding actions to his quip, he grinding his weeping cock against Zells crotch, leaving a slimy wet patch near the flies. Zell had become light headed and screamed out in his mind for someone, anyone, to come and save him from his fate. He found himself wondering if Seifer had ever tried this on with anyone else, Squall, to be precise. The brunette always seemed so introverted and withdrawn, often flinching around the other gunbladist.
Zell felt a hand scratch down his stomach, resting on the top button of his denim shorts, eventually undoing it and sliding down the flies slowly. The martial artist felt a wave of terror envelope him like a thick blanket, making it hard for him to fill his lungs with air. Despite this, he still found himself putting up a fight and kicking his legs about, in the hopes that they might somehow break free and knock Seifer unconscious.
Said man atop him had now become engrossed in his own activities, grinding his naked erection onto Zells boxer-covered limp penis, obviously annoyed at the fact that it wasn’t up. All over again, that bubbling pot of anger boiled over and Seifer ripped the denim jeans off, along with the white underpants, resulting in the harsh fabric cutting into his victims legs through the force of the pulling. He cried out and clamped his eyes shut as he felt Seifer fondle the soft penis, knowing that he couldn’t long resist manual stimulation, even if it was a much hated person doing it.
Becoming impatient, Seifer gripped the flesh in his hand and squeezed it tight, emitting another scream from his prey, before he began pumping it up and down in masturbation.
He watched the pinky brown penis in his large hand begin to get hard and grow by the second. Zell wouldn’t be a disappointment after all. He looked delicious, trapped under heavy legs, writhing and kicking and gasping, his mouth slightly open, occasionally clenching those pearly whites together. A light sheen of sweat was forming in the middle of his tanned chest. Seifer released one of Zells ensnared hands, and place it on his own hard cock.
“Jerk it,” the blonde demanded, whilst still moving his hand up and down Zells meat, flirting his fingers over the head. At the moment, the smaller boys hand was simply resting on Seifers stiff pole, but all it took was a painful squeeze to his tender balls to get it moving.
Seifer watched the hand going up and down on his cock; but it was going too slow and without enough friction.
“Harder!”
Zell complied, aware that the gunbladist was very good with his hands and all it took was a split second to elicit pain in his own throbbing organ. His mind didn’t like what Seifer was doing one bit, yet his body . . . that was a different story. It was responding to every touch and all his world consisted of at the moment was that hot, big hand pumping his twitching cock in a heavenly way. Zell took once glance down at Seifers busy digits on his erect penis, along with his own and immediately stopped moving. He was scared and appalled at himself. Luckily, his captor hadn’t noticed the lack of masturbation on his angry looking dick. It was looking up at him, convulsing liquid out of its purple swollen head, the veins on the underside prominent and looking close to orgasm.
A finger swiping down and gathering the pre-cum made Zell look up at Seifers face and wonder, in fear, what he was doing. The brute smiled evilly and looked down his nose at him, before reaching one of his muscled arms behind him and out of sight.
It was only when the short blonde felt probing fingers on his rectum did he realize what Seifer was doing. As a last attempt to break free, he balled up his free hand into a fist and brought it back, planning to smash it right into his enemies’ forehead. But it didn’t work. The fist was caught only inches from its destination in a larger hand. Along with another wicked smile, the older teen crushed the fist in his, hearing the fingers give a sickening crack; he had shattered the bones without a smidgen of remorse showing in his green eyes. Zell cried out with the pain that was coursing down his arm. As if that wasn’t enough, Seifer molested the writhing fighter’s puckered entrance, edging the top of two fingers inside, and then giving a quick shove, pushing them all the way up.
Zell screamed even more, while the man atop him marveled at how tight he was, moving his engulfed fingers in a scissoring motion.
“. . . P-please,” the younger teen choked out.
“Please what? Give it to you harder? You asked for it.”
Seifer gave a throaty chuckle before pulling his two fingers out of Zells asshole, adding a third one and thrusting them all back in so hard that it burned his knuckles with the friction. Of course, whilst this was happening, his other hand was still leisurely pumping at Zells meat, which was now hard and beginning to dribble.
“Well, dunno about you chicken, but I wanna fuck.”
Seifer had become bored of fore-play and wanted to test out the fine specimen underneath him. But for that, he had to move out of his pinned position, leaving Zell free to attack him. Not that he had much energy or willpower left; he was getting weak and they both knew it.
“Don’t fuckin’ try any funny shit,” Seifer warned in a low voice.
Freeing Zells arms and legs cautiously, he lowered his body, until his cock was lined up in position with the others asshole. Zell could feel the warmth radiating from the hard shaft hovering near his rectum, and recalled with frightening accuracy upon how big it seemed.
The taller blonde used one of his hands to grab hold of both of his victims’ wrists, bringing them up over blonde spikes and pinning them to the ground. He kept himself from falling over by steadying one hand on the tiled floor, off to the side and applying pressure on the wrists in his grasp. This made Zell want to scream out again, for the pressure was edging dangerously close to his broken fingers. But in a moment, that’d be the least of his worries.
With a wave of shock, he could feel Seifer pressing his large, dribbling cock head against his virgin entrance. It was smooth, yet extremely hard and pulsing for release.
“Look at me, bitch.”
The shorter boy didn’t want to, so kept his eyelids shut as if his life depended on it. This enraged the green-eyed man, so he brought Zells wrists up a little ways off the floor and slammed them back down with a lot of strength.
Understanding the message of ‘I’ll hurt you if you don’t obey’, Zell flung open his eyes to see the image of Seifer hovering above him, a half-sneer, half-smile placed oddly upon his lips. Without warning, he gave one sharp rock of his hips, impaling the small blonde on his rigid, seven inch cock.
Zell let out a loud cry of pain, slamming his eyes shut once again. His ass felt like it was on fire and the large intrusion inside the ring of muscle felt alien to him. Above him, Seifer was holding still and hissing in a breath. He had never felt something so tight and vice-like clamped around his cock before. It was pure pleasure. Pulling out slowly, until just the head was buried inside the small blonde’s ass; he looked down at him and took in every inch of what he saw.
Zells features were scrunched up in a pained expression, his baby blues were shut tight, wrinkles splaying out from the corners. He was baring his teeth and gritting them, soft, pink lips curled up to cope with the agony he was feeling. His heart must’ve been pounding hard, because Seifer could see every beat of it vibrating across his chest. The cock hidden in the sphincter below him began to throb in a reminder of his need.
Just as Zell opened his eyes to see what Seifer was doing, he pounded his dick right up to the hilt again, his heavy cum-filled balls making a slapping sound against his preys’ ass cheeks. Zells black pupils went wide with alarm and his face went unusually pale, all colour draining from it, along with all of his dignity. As much as he wanted to block it out, he could hear Seifers heavy, fast paced breathing reverberating off the rooms walls. Each time he pulled out and thrust back into his tight passage, a renewed agony shot through his backside and up his spine. It felt as though Seifers large, probing manhood was going straight into his stomach, threatening to bring up his lunch.
“You’ve . . . been . . . a bad . . . little . . . chicken,” the teen above him gasped out in between thrusts, his domineering attitude turning himself on all the more.
“You . . . love this . . . don’t you?”
Zells stomach clenched, threatening to send vomit up to his throat.
“You . . . love . . . my hard cock . . . ramming . . . your fuck-hole. Uhhnnn,” Seifer liked the sound of his own voice and was soon going to be tipped over the edge. The younger guy underneath him shifted . . . or struggled, he wasn’t quite sure, but it made the tunnel of muscle clenched around his cock become tighter, just when he thought that it couldn’t be achieved.
“Uhh, keep that up and I’ll shoot my load up that . . . tight . . . little . . . ass of yours.”
Zell retched at the thought, but he knew Seifers orgasm was inevitable and obviously on its way, as he felt Seifers dick swell in his ass.
“Look at me, you fuck!”
The tall blonde kept pumping roughly as he removed his hand from around Zells wrists and brought it down to grab the blondes chin, snapping his head forward, and forcing sky blue eyes to look into jade green ones. The sight of fear in his preys’ large orbs pushed him over the edge and he began to cum. His body shook as his solid cock convulsed inside the blonde, spurting white hot semen up into his passage over and over again. Still thrusting slightly as his orgasm ended, Seifer flopped heavily on top of the boy beneath him.
Zell felt each and every jet of cum that erupted in his ass and it made him want to throw up. He gagged harshly, spasms wracking his body, until a little bit vomit finally forced its way up out of his stomach and onto the floor.
“Now, really, there was no need for that.”
Seifer laughed at his own comment, still panting, his sweaty, toned body still crushing Zell. The smell of perspiration and other bodily fluids filled the room, violating the martial artists’ nostrils, reminding him of the act that had been committed upon his body. After what seemed an eternity, Seifer pushed himself up and pulled his now limp, satiated penis out of Zells stretched asshole. He watched as his semen, mixed with a little of Zells blood, leaked out of the red puckered ring, and smirked at what he had done.
Getting up slowly, he gathered up his clothes and put them on, whilst staring at the naked blonde on the floor. If he wasn’t breathing, he would’ve looked dead, because not a muscle was moving. His face was an expressionless canvas; pale and blank.
Seifers went around the room, picking up the remnants of the fighters clothes. As he did so, he spoke.
“Better not breathe a word of this to anyone, or I really will slit your throat.”
Not even with this threat did Zell show any sign of reaction. The older teen flung the ripped clothes on top of the boy they belonged to and looked down upon him with spite in his green eyes.
“You’re a good fuck, chicken. Might sample you again sometime. Cheers.”
Not waiting for a response, or even expecting one, Seifer picked up his gunblade and headed out of the door, slamming it behind him, leaving Zell surrounded by semen, blood and vomit . . .


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