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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure
  Relationship:
      Ghiaccio/Giorno_Giovanna, Ghiaccio/Guido_Mista, Giorno_Giovanna/Guido
      Mista
  Character:
      Giorno_Giovanna, Guido_Mista, Ghiaccio_(Jojo)
  Additional Tags:
      Threesome_-_M/M/M, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Explicit_Sexual_Content,
      Begging, Oral_Sex, Anal_Sex, Poor_Ghiaccio_just_wants_to_live, There
      isn't_enough_fanfics_for_Ghiaccio
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-02-15 Words: 3170
****** Begging for Dear Life ******
by Ruukay
Summary
     Ghiaccio will do anything to avoid being killed by the two Passione
     members, even if it means degrading himself.
Notes
     I love Ghiaccio so much, I just wanted him to get ruined. Contains
     rape (obviously) so if that offends you I recommend not reading it.
     Sorry for spelling errors, I did this on my phone ;P
See the end of the work for more notes
"We've got him now!" Mista shouted, kicking the blue - haired stand user to the
cold, solid concrete beneath them.
Fuck, they were right. They had Ghiaccio right where they had wanted him, a gun
now pointed to his head. He could feel panic rising deep within him, knowing
full well that this was game over for him. The two Passione members crouched
over him, Mista smiling menacingly from above the wounded stand user. Ghiaccio
panted heavily, shielding his face with his hands as the gun was pressed into
his mangled hair. "Wait, wait! Don't shoot!" He shouted as Mista's gun touched
his head.
"Shoot him, Mista." Giorno put his hand on Mista's shoulder, "He's just trying
to play mind games with you. If you let him trick you into thinking he's weak,
he'll take advantage of that."
Ghiaccio had never seemed so horrified, or felt so weak as he had in that
moment, what with his hands covering the shameful look on his face. He was
usually the one to show no mercy, but now he prayed that the two gang members
would spare his life. He didn't know what to say to get him out of this
situation, knowing the two stand users would think he was bluffing and off him
regardless. Ghiaccio stuttered out a few words anyway, in a last attempt to
save his life. "Please! I'll do anything! Just please don't kill me! I'll leave
you alone. No, I'll pay you! Anything you want, I can give it to you!" Ghiaccio
squawked out as he put his hands over his head, surrendering himself over to
his enemies.
Ghiaccio was being honest, too. He would do anything necessary to survive, even
if it meant being a complete pushover. He hadn't thought these two young
members would have the upper hand on him, seeing as he was so close to killing
them. He hated being so submissive towards them, but it would be better than
having his brains blown onto the concrete and left to rot. He squeezed his eyes
shut tightly as he felt the gun hit him, although not hard enough to cause any
actual pain. Mista pulled his gun away from Ghiaccio and gave a small chuckle,
"You hear that, Giorno? Hehe, he's kind of pathetic sounding. What ever
happened to all that confidence from earlier?"
Ghiaccio wanted to say 'You'd pussy out too if you had a gun pointed to your
head!' but they'd probably kill him for not cooperating. Ghiaccio settled for
smacking his lips instead, eyes shifting to the ground. He was startled as he
felt someone swipe his glasses from his face. Giorno had inspected the glasses,
which were in perfect condition, despite the fact they were fighting just
minutes ago. "You're going to spare him, Mista?" The blonde said calmly,
putting on Ghiaccio's glasses.
"I was just gonna give him false hope, y'know? Then I was gonna have Sex
Pistols blow his brains out. You got any better ideas?" Mista raised his
eyebrow at the younger teen.
Ghiaccio felt sweat drip down his neck as he felt Giorno place his hand on his
head, his fingers running lightly through the soft blue strands ," I think I
might have an idea. Mista, he's pretty cute when he's not yelling or trying to
kill us."
Mista let out a confused noise before he finally understood where Giorno was
going with the compliment towards the enemy. "Giorno, this may be one of your
best plans yet. I have to agree, he is pretty cute when he's not feisty. Reckon
we have a little fun with him to put him in his place?"
"W-what?! You wouldn't dare!" Ghiaccio shouted as he struggled to stand up, but
it was too late.
Giorno already had vines wrapped around Ghiaccio's legs as a way to restrain
his movements. He kicked furiously before he felt Giorno pull his hair. He let
out a rather embarrassing noise, a mixture of both pain and pleasure. His face
went red as Giorno leaned in close to his face, glasses sliding down slightly,
"You said anything. You want to live, don't you? I suppose if you don't, I can
have Mista kill you quickly as to avoid further embarrassment. Oh well, I
thought we could all get what we want. Mista, you know what to do."
"WAIT! I take it back! I'll... I'll do whatever it is you want... Just please
don't hurt me." Ghiaccio felt tears welling up in his eyes, the thought of what
was to come next sent fear through his body.
He couldn't deny his own curiosity, however. He had secretly admitting to
himself that he wanted to know what it felt like to be defiled by strangers.
Ghiaccio was full of dirty thoughts and desires, though he would never admit
that he was into this sort of thing. He knew he was disgusting, but he really
couldn't help himself sometimes. Giorno smiled at Mista, who gripped his gun
tightly and wacked the back of Ghiaccio's unsuspecting head. He was out in a
second.
When Ghiaccio woke up, the first thing he noticed was the lack of pain where
the gun had made contact with his head. The second thing he noticed is that he
wasn't on the street, but rather he was laying on the bed of what appeared to
be a hotel room. He groaned as he heard distant bickering. "We're going to be a
little off task, but it won't kill us, Mista. The others can handle themselves
just fine." The voice of the blonde echoed in Ghiaccio's ears.
He felt a hand pressed to his thigh and instantly shot up, eyes darting to his
left to see Mista. He turned his head and saw Giorno on the opposite side,
still wearing the red glasses ,"He's awake. Finally. I healed your wounds, so
there should be no problems with pain. Mista is a little shy, so he prefers
less public places. Now listen, Ghiaccio was it?"
Ghiaccio stuttered out a hushed "yes" and nodded his head slowly, his face
growing red as he felt Mista feeling further up his thigh, too close for him to
remain calm. He bit down on his lip and tried to ignore the feeling of the
strong hands groping at him as if he were the star of a porno. It felt so wrong
to be touched like this by his enemy, but at the same time...
"Listen, Ghiaccio, you're going to do exactly what we say when we say it. If
there is a problem with that, I won't hesitate to kill you." Giorno finally
removed the glasses from his face and places them down on a small night stand.
Ghiaccio didn't respond, although he acknowledged what the blonde had told him.
He still couldn't get over the feeling of hands gripping him so tightly. It was
something he had never experienced, yet the thought of being fucked excited
him. Wait, what was he thinking?! He couldn't just surrender himself like this!
Ghiaccio tried to fight back the urge to let the two use him as a toy, but he
wasn't sure how much longer he could continue to fight it. Mista let out a
laugh and squeezed his leg firmly, "Giorno, look! This brat is already hard
just from a couple of touches. I'll be honest, I never expected you'd give in
so easily, ice boy!"
Fuck, this was really shameful. Getting hard was the last thing he wanted to
do, as to avoid being weak. "I can't help it! It's a bodily response, plus
you're grabbing me and shit!' Ghiaccio couldn't hold back his anger, his voice
cracking as he rudely informed Mista on why he was hard.
"How rude. You've got such a filthy mouth, Ghiaccio." Giorno pulled Ghiaccio by
the hair and looked him dead in his stunned eyes, "Maybe I should have Mista
clean it out for you."
Ghiaccio shuttered at the implications and let out a slight sound of arousal as
Giorno tugged his hair with force. The next thing he knew, Mista was joining
Ghiaccio on the bed, sliding himself between the blue- haired boy's legs. "I
don't know, Giorno. I think I'd prefer to make him beg for forgiveness." He
teased as he grinding his groin down to press against Ghiaccio's now painfully
obvious erection.
Ghiaccio couldn't hold back the moan he released as he felt the pressure of
Mista's cock on his own. "F-fuck..." Ghiaccio whispered.
"I have a feeling he's a loud one." Giorno smiled, climbing on the edge of the
bed.
"How about we test that theory?" Mista responded, his hands traveling up
Ghiaccio's shirt, fingers tracing his sides.
Ghiaccio let out a yelp as the hand raised his shirt up, revealing his bright
pink nipples. Giorno smiled and placed his thumb on one, using circular motions
to move around it before pinching it. Ghiaccio threw back his head and arched
his back, the sensitivity of the area was too much to bare. Giorno gave a small
grin before leaning close and placing his mouth around it. He rolled his tongue
over it, sometimes nipping at it softly. Mista watched in amusement as he
retracted his hands in favor of stripping away Ghiaccio's pants. He pulled them
down slowly, eyes widening in amazement at the outline of Ghiaccio's cock,
precum staining the area where his tip was. "Damn, you're really getting him
riled up. Do you think he can cum like this alone?" Mista traces the tip of
Ghiaccio's dick, causing his entire body to jolt up.
"Where's the fun in that?" Giorno said as he removed his mouth from Ghiaccio's
nipple, "I'd like him to learn a lesson, not get off with no consequences."
"Can't argue with that logic." Mista pulled off Ghiaccio's pants and tossed
them aside on the floor.
He slipped his fingers under the waistband of Ghiaccio's red briefs. God, this
was so disgusting, yet so exhilarating to Ghiaccio. He tensed up as Mista
pulled, exposing the bright tip of his cock, already leaking with precum.
Giorno watched as Mista discarded the clothes and ran his hands through
Ghiaccio's bright blue pubes, "Holy shit, I figured he would have dyed his
hair. Hehe, it's curly, just like his hair."
"He's so innocent when he's exposed." Giorno moved his hand down to play with
Ghiaccio's cock, which was just about as red as his face right now.
Ghiaccio moaned, rolling his hips up into their needy grasps. "F-fuck you..."
He growled out.
Giorno glared at Ghiaccio, gripping his dick hard and feeling it pulse in his
hand, "Excuse me? I've had enough of your attitude, Ghiaccio. Mista, flip him
over. He's going to let me wash his mouth out."
Oh shit, Ghiaccio didn't mean to sound rude, it just happened. He quickly
scrambled up, Mista grabbing the collar of his shirt and ripping it off. He
felt even more exposed than he had before, his only clothes left were the black
bands guarding his arms. "Turn around and get on all four, you disrespectful
whore." Mista hissed, forcing him to turn around before shoving his face into
the bed.
Giorno began stripping himself before lining up his cock with Ghiaccio's mouth.
Mista followed Giorno's lead by first tossing his hat aside, then proceeding to
sit on the edge of the bed and remove the rest of his clothes. Ghiaccio
couldn't stop himself from shifting his gaze back and forth between the two to
see who was packing more. Obviously, it was Mista. He should have figured, but
Giorno was just as intimidating. Ghiaccio even admitted how damn beautiful the
teen was, his pale skin, gorgeous eyes, and blonde hair clinging to his
shoulders. The thought of Giorno fucking him made his cock twitch with
interest. To hell with being seen as weak, he wanted this. Ghiaccio shivered,
feeling something cold press against his ass. Mista traced a finger around his
rim, slightly poking his thumb in, "He's a virgin alright. Goddamn... I can't
wait to have you crying for us to let you go. You're so damn pitiful."
Ghiaccio whimpered, the thumb pressing hard against him, but not actually
entering. "Mista, here." Giorno muttered, handing him a small bottle.
The small interaction seemed awkward, as if they actually cared for Ghiaccio's
safety. Ghiaccio drifted away from that though as he felt Giorno's cock press
against his lips. Before Giorno could manage to command him, Ghiaccio already
had his tongue rolling around the slit. Giorno let out a surprised gasp as the
warm wetness of his enemy's tongue traced his length. Ghiaccio wanted this so
badly, plus he wanted to live so badly as well. He was sucking Giorno's cock
like his life depended on it (which it did). He bobbed his head up and down,
but pulled away when he felt two fingers enter him at once, "Ahh! Fuck!"
It felt like a burning sensation mixed with pressure. It was awful, but he
craved more. As he had tilted his head back with pleasure, he felt Giorno yank
his hair and force his mouth back down on his cock until his nose was buried in
the fine yellow trail of pubes. "Did I tell you that you could stop? Why must
you be so disobedient towards us?" Giorno held his head there for a few seconds
before releasing him.
Ghiaccio pulled back, tears in his eyes once more. He coughed, thick strands of
his own saliva dripped down his chin, a string of it still connected to
Giorno's dick. He thought he was going to suffocate before he even got to the
good part. Mista was still working his fingers inside of him, causing him to
hum around Giorno's cock as he was repeatedly forced to bob his head back and
forth. His tears clung to his eyelashes before dripping to his chin and mixing
with the saliva. These were not tears of sorrow, but rather pure bliss.
Ghiaccio loved being man handled by the gorgeous blonde and his 'sidekick'.
However, the sudden absence of fingers made him moan pathetically, as if asking
what was going on. Giorno slid Ghiaccio's mouth off of his cock and forced him
to face Mista, "Look how cute, Mista. He's a mess. Go ahead, Ghiaccio. Tell him
that you want his cock in you."
Mista spread Ghiaccio's ass cheeks and slid his cock in between them, "I'll
only give it to you if you beg like the greedy slut you are."
Ghiaccio's face grew even brighter than before. He had never dirty talked,
seeing as he had never had sex. He had been way too embarrassed to even speak
clearly. He mumbled something under his breath, causing him to be greeted with
a firm smack on the ass by Mista. "I didn't hear that. Say that you want me to
fuck you."
"P-please..." Ghiaccio raised his voice slightly, which apparently still wasn't
good enough because he felt the familiar sting once more.
"Please what?" Mista was growing impatient, and so was Ghiaccio.
He had finally snapped, "Jesus Christ, you thick-skulled cunt, are you that
fucking dense?! Breed me, use me, just fuck me already, you useless sack of -
Ohhh fuck! Nnngh~" Ghiaccio shouted out in pleasure as Mista slammed his cock
into his hole.
"Much better, but next time you had better ask nicely." Mista began thrusting
his hips as hard as he possibly could in hopes of making Ghiaccio regret his
words.
Giorno lifted Ghiaccio's head up and stared him in the eyes while he got
pounded by the other Passione member. "You dirty slut..." Giorno had mumbled
before kissing Ghiaccio, forcing his tongue to the roof of his mouth.
It was oddly intimate for Ghiaccio, but he melted into the kiss regardless. He
had never kissed before, so it was quite sloppy, but Giorno was loving it.
Mista reached his hands towards Ghiaccio's shoulders, pushing in deeper with
every thrust and hitting his prostate. Ghiaccio pulled away from the kiss and
shouted out in pleasure, the stimulation to much. He felt his body tense up as
his cock shot white strands of cum onto the sheets beneath him, his spent cock
bouncing between his legs as Mista continued fucking him. Now he was sensitive,
but Mista didn't seem like he was stopping anytime soon. "Fuck! It's too much!
I can't take anymore..." Ghiaccio pleaded, gasping for breath.
"But you asked for this, Ghiaccio. You told me to use you, and that's what I
intend to do. Giorno here also has to have his fun." Mista went as hard as he
possibly could, hitting Ghiaccio's sensitive prostate over and over again.
The overstimulation was too much to bare, causing Ghiaccio to began crying once
more. The burning pain of Mista entering him began to grow stronger. His moans
became frantic pants. He gasped, feeling hot cum spurt into his hole. Mista let
out moans of his own, his nails digging into Ghiaccio's shoulders. He pulled
out and spread Ghiaccio, interested in seeing how much he had opened the virgin
up. Ghiaccio could feel his asshole and his dick pulse repeatedly. He got a few
relaxed breathes in before he felt Giorno and Mista shift around. "He's all
yours, Giorno." Mista smacked his already red ass and let Giorno get behind
him.
"Wait, y-you can't be serious!? I can't handle anymore! I can't - Shit! P-
please! Giorno, please stop! Ahhh~" Ghiaccio felt small tinges of pleasure
through the immense pain his body was experiencing. However, it didn't last for
too long as Giorno had slammed into him one final time, releasing his cum deep
inside Ghiaccio. "Ahh...You did such a good job taking our cocks, Ghiaccio..."
Giorno leaned into his ear and whispered, "Lean back for me."
Ghiaccio did as he was told an leaned back, letting out a slight gasp as cum
slowly dripped out of his hole. "Spread it for me, ice boy." Mista teased
Ghiaccio with the nickname.
Ghiaccio reached back and spread himself, turning his head slightly to watch in
amazement as cum came pouring out slowly. "Beautiful, isn't he? He's going to
be sore for days. Let's leave him here to think about what he's done." Giorno
said as he gathered up his clothes and began dressing.
He was on his way, but not before running his fingers through Ghiaccio's hair
and giving him a small kiss on the cheek. Mista got dressed as well, smiling
and pulling Ghiaccio into a short, but deep, kiss. He grabbed his gun and he
and Giorno hastily left the room. Ghiaccio laid back, cum still leaking out of
him. He scanned the room around him and reached for him glasses. "Huh?" He
questioned.
A small piece of folded paper was next to his glasses. It had numbers written
down on it. "Wait a second..." Ghiaccio thought out loud, "What did Mista say
again?"
"Much better, but next time you had better ask nicely."
"Next time?!" Ghiaccio shouted.
End Notes
     Hope you all enjoyed this. I've been meaning to write this one for a
     while now! Kudos and comments are appreciated!
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