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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      A_Song_of_Ice_and_Fire_-_George_R._R._Martin, Game_of_Thrones_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Jon_Snow/Robb_Stark
  Character:
      Jon_Snow, Robb_Stark
  Additional Tags:
      Blackmail, Humiliation, Verbal_Humiliation, Filming, Step-Brothers, Anal
      Fingering, Exposure, Enemas, Scat, Mind_Break, Crying, Blushing, Pain,
      Abuse, Forced_Nudity, Verbal_Abuse, Cock_Cages, Sex_Toys, Forced
      Chastity, Cock_Cage, Butt_Plugs
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-07-02 Updated: 2017-03-18 Chapters: 4/? Words: 4147
****** Blackmailing Snow ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Jon and Robb are step-brothers, they've never had much to do with
     each other until, that is, Robb secretly films Jon and starts to
     blackmail him. Sexual escapades ensue.
Notes
     The first chapter is pretty heavy on the poop stuff (as humiliation)
     so if that's not your thing don't worry cause it'll get more
     traditionally sexy in future chapters
***** Cleaning *****
Jon shivered, closing his eyes as a deep flush spread across his cheeks. His
nipples stood hard and erect in the chill breeze blowing through the open
window, and he instinctively tried to cover his crotch from Robb’s amused eyes.
“No.” Robb said, and when Jon didn’t move his hands away he tapped his laptop
softly, a smile on his lips.
Jon dropped his hands instantly. He couldn’t believe this was happening,
couldn’t believe his step-brother was making him do this. He couldn’t believe
he’d been stupid enough to let himself get blackmailed in the first place.
“Put your hands behind your head.” Robb told him.
Jon did so slowly, lower lip trembling. Somehow he felt doubly exposed now,
with his hands clasped behind his head and his arms raised. Robb was sitting on
his bed, a camera in hand and Jon knew he was filming this all. There was no
escape – he had to do this or Robb would make sure everyone at school saw the
video of him jerking off to gay porn; and now Robb had even more too blackmail
him with.
“Turn around and spread your ass cheeks.” Robb said, “And lean forward. Let me
see your cunt.”
At Robb’s words Jon flushed an even deeper shade of red and tears started to
cloud his vision as turn around, lent forward and pulled his ass cheeks apart.
Cold air brushed against the sensitive pink skin around his asshole and a tear
dribbled down his cheek. “Now put your finger in.”
“Robb, please…” His voice quavered, sounding small and pathetic.
Robb ignored him. “Do it now. All the way up to the joint.”
Jon pressed the index finger of his right hand against his puckered hole, a sob
rising in his throat. Robb made an impatient sound and Jon pushed it in,
gasping at the burn as his muscles protested to the intrusion. He gave a
moments thanks that his nails were trimmed short, until he felt something oddly
hard and realised with a sick twist that it was faeces: Robb had sprung his
attack on him so suddenly Jon had had no time to prepare, even if he’d thought
to. “Pull it out. Fast.”
His hole seemed to suck at his finger, as if his ass wanted to keep it inside
him. He heard Robb get up behind him and knew the camera would be zooming in on
his shame. He was still leaning forward, and his back was starting to ache. His
legs trembled. Robb laughed. “Wow, you’re a dirty little whore, aren’t you.
Looks like someone needs a little clean out.”
“What do you mean?” Jon asked fearfully, unable to imagine what Robb could have
in mind.
“Come into the bathroom.” Robb told him, ignoring his question.
“But-“
“Don’t worry,” Robb interrupted. “There’s no one home. No one will see you.”
His legs felt too weak to hold him up but he forced himself to walk across the
bedroom he shared with Robb and open the door onto the landing. Though he knew
Robb was right that no one was home, he still half expected his father to be
standing there, and cringed back in anticipation. “Go on.” Robb nudged his back
gently, making him jump and he practically ran across the hall to the bathroom.
Robb followed, camera held up to catch all his humiliation. “Get in the
shower.” He instructed.
“What are you going to do?” Jon whispered as he stepped into glass walled
cubicle.
“Make you all nice and sparkly clean.” Robb said, a smile in his voice.
Jon looked back over his shoulder, watching as Robb carefully set the camera
down on the edge of the sink, carefully positioning it so that it would capture
whatever he was about to do to Jon. “I don’t understand.” Jon said pleadingly.
“Don’t worry. You’ll get it soon enough.” Jon didn’t like the cruel amusement
in Robb’s voice, but he knew he couldn’t stop this now – he’d gone too far.
“Put your hands against the wall and spread your legs.” Robb stepped up behind
him, jeans brushing against Jon’s bare buttocks in the cramped space. He
reached past Jon and unhooked the small detachable showerhead that could be
used alongside the main showerhead: Jon had a sudden flash of memory of holding
the stream of water against his crotch when he was thirteen, gasping at the
feeling of the hot water streaming over his cock and balls. But Robb didn’t
have anything so pleasant in mind. With no warning, and in one swift motion, he
jammed the shower head up Jon’s butt.
A startled shriek of agony burst from Jon’s lips as he jerked forward
convulsively but Robb keep his hand on the shower head, keeping it in place and
though the burning pain in his muscles – a thousand times worse that the pain
from his single finger earlier – was almost all Jon could focus on, a small
part of his mind began to realise what was about to happen. Robb twisted the
knob to start the water to the side in one go, sending a jet of icy water deep
into Jon’s bowels. Jon jerked forward so hard his head slammed against the
tiles. He could feel the wrongness of it, his bowels expanding and his gut
cramping. “Robb!” He managed to gasp, dropping a hand to his stomach which was
– to his horror – bulging out noticeably. A sharp piercing pain, strong enough
to take his mind off the burn of his anal muscles, stabbed through his guts and
he doubled over, butt knocked against Robb and forcing the shower head deeper
into his bowels.
Robb turned off the water. He kept his hand on the shower head, making sure it
didn’t slip out, and reached a hand around to rub Jon’s cramping stomach. “How
does it feel?” He asked, breath warm against Jon’s ear.
“Please take it out.” Jon whimpered. “I need to let it out.”
Robb laughed. “But you need to keep it in, so it’ll clean you out fully.”
“Please, Robb, it hurts.” He was crying freely now, blinded by tears and breath
hitching.
Robb slapped his hand against Jon’s stomach cruelly. “Alright, I’m going to
take the showerhead out. But you need to clench hard, if even a single drop
lands on me then this video goes viral.”
Jon could only whimper in answer. Robb seemed to take this as agreement. He
pulled the shower head out slowly, to Jon’s relief, because it was covered in
small bumps – the tiny nozzles from which the water flowed- and they scraped
painfully against the sensitive skin of Jon’s anus. He clenched as tightly as
he could, gasping and shuddering because he knew that Robb wasn’t kidding about
the video.
Robb let the showerhead drop, its head clanged against the tiles as it was
brought up short by the pipe connecting it to the main shower. He stepped back,
out the shower cubicle, and slid the glass doors closed behind him. Jon had
squeezed his eyes tightly shut and so he didn’t see the smile on Robb’s face as
he picked up the camera and aimed it on level with Jon’s ass.
“Alright.” He said, “Let it rip.”
Face burning, tears streaming down his crimson cheeks, Jon squatted slightly,
instinctively, and released his hold on his anal muscles. A burst of water shot
forth, carrying with it wet lumps of shit, first small blobs then a huge load
that made Robb let out a whoop of laughter. Jon moaning and slid down the wall,
his entire body shaking as more water gushed uncontrollably from his ass,
splattering against the glass. “You’ve been holding onto that for a while.”
Robb said, still laughing. “You’re gonna be leaking for a while, I’d stay in
there if I were you.” He grinned. “You wouldn’t want to shit the bed.”
Jon didn’t answer. He couldn’t even think about formulating a reply, his entire
mind overcome with shame and humiliation. He couldn’t believe what he had just
done. What Robb had made him do. He lay in an awkward, slumped position: ass in
the air as brown liquid trickled down his legs, face pressed to the floor,
unheeding of the shitty water swirling around him.
Unnoticed by Jon, Robb turned off the camera and left the bathroom, leaving the
door open behind him. He thought Jon would probably recover himself before
their parents got home, but it made him grin to think of his mother and Jon’s
father walking in on the mess that was Jon.
***** Aftermath *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Jon only just got everything cleaned up before their parents came home. He felt
dirty, degraded, and though he’d washed his hands close to twenty times he was
sure he could still smell shit on them. Panic struck him as he heard the car
pulling into the drive and he cast around the bathroom, sure that he’d
forgotten something, that some sign of his depravity would be standing out
waiting to be found.
But there was nothing. The floor of the shower was sparkling clean, the
showerhead washed, windows cracked to air the room… the only suspicious thing
might be the very tidiness of it all. “We’re home!” Catelyn called up the
stairs, which was when Jon realised that he was naked.
He burst out of bathroom and sprinted across the hall, grabbing at the door
handle to their shared bedroom… which wouldn’t turn. “Robb!” He hissed
desperately, sure that at any second one of the adults would appear on the
stairs.
“What?” Robb called through the door, voice innocent.
“Open the door!” Jon was nearly sobbing now.
On the other side of the door he heard slow footsteps, and when Robb next spoke
his voice came from only a few inches away; “Tell me what a desperate, cum-
hungry whore you are.”
“Robb, please, just open the door.” He could hear their parents talking at the
bottom of the stairs, shrugging off their coats and taking off their shoes.
“Say it.”
Jon closed his eyes, rested his forehead against the door and whispered; “I’m a
desperate, cum-hungry whore.”
“Louder.”
He looked back over his shoulder fearfully and repeated, as loudly as he dared;
“I’m a desperate, cum-hungry whore.”
He thought he heard a pause in the conversation downstairs and sweat broke out
across his forehead. “Boys?” Catelyn called. She was starting to come upstairs.
Robb opened the door so swiftly that Jon all but fell over the threshold. He
wasn’t out of danger yet though; the doorway faced directly onto the stairs and
Robb showed no sign of closing the door. In fact he was standing very
deliberately in the doorway, waiting for his mother, with a cruel smile on his
face. Jon scrambled to his feet and raced across the room, diving into bed and
dragging the covers up to his chin just in time.
Catelyn peered through the doorway and Jon prayed that the blankets had covered
everything. “Did you boys manage to amuse yourselves while we were gone?”
“Oh yes,” Robb said. “We had a great time.”
Catelyn smiled at him, then looked somewhat uncertainly at Jon, “Are you going
to bed already?”
Jon nodded, he didn’t trust himself to sleep. Thankfully she didn’t press the
issue, and with a final word to Robb she left. He closed the door behind her
and turned to Jon. “Wasn’t that fun?”
When Jon woke the next morning he almost, for just a second, forgot about the
events of the night before. But then he shifted slightly and felt a throbbing
from his bruised ass and everything – the shame and humiliation – came rushing
back to drown him. He looked across the room to where Robb appeared to be
sleeping soundly.
For a wild moment Jon thought he could just delete the video from Robb’s camera
and forget all this had ever happened, but then he remembered Robb sitting with
his laptop hooked up to his camera, downloading everything onto his password
protected computer. Jon pressed his face against his pillow, forcing himself
not to start crying. He cried too much, Robb had always called him a cry-baby
even before this had started. Crying wasn’t going to solve anything, and though
Jon couldn’t think of anything at all that would solve this, he resolved that
he wouldn’t shed another tear.
He sat up, wincing at the pain this caused in his abused ass, and looked at the
clock. Nine fifteen. Both their parents would have left for work already, and
neither would be home until five at the earliest. Perhaps he could go out,
leave before Robb woke up and stay away until he knew at least one of them
would be home… this slim hope was dashed almost immediately, however, when Robb
yawned loudly, stretching his arms above his head and looking over at Jon.
“Awake already, slut?”
“I’m not a slut.” He said, albeit softly.
Robb laughed. “No, I suppose you can’t be a virgin and a slut at the same time.
But don’t worry, I’ll solve that soon enough.”
Before Jon had a chance to process the implication of these words Robb had
thrown back the covers and was standing before him in nothing but a pair of
boxers. Jon averted his eyes, blushing.
“Get up.” Robb told him.
Still looking away Jon complied. Once Catelyn had left the night before he’d
changed into his normal sleeping attire – worn sweatpants and threadbare t-
shirt – and Robb frowned at him. “Turn around and bend over.” He commanded.
Jon’s anxiety spiked tenfold as soon as his back was to the other boy but he
daren’t look around. He heard Robb scrabbling around in the desk drawers and a
moment later felt him pinch the material of his sweatpants at the seam, over
his asshole. He pulled the material towards himself, so that the front dug
uncomfortably into Jon’s crotch. There was a snip and the material sprung back,
cool air kissing Jon’s butt. He looked back now, and saw that Robb was holding
a roughly circular patch cut from his sweatpants, and in his other hand a pair
of scissors. He smiled. “Much better. It’ll make it a lot easier to have an
easy-access hole. And now,” He stepped close to Jon, so that they were almost
touching, “For a little added humiliation…” He pinched the material of Jon’s
shirt, scraping the material over Jon’s right nipple and making him shudder
involuntarily and with a single cut, sliced a small, nipple sized hole. He
repeated the process on the left side, so that by the end Jon stood there, ass
and nipples completely exposed while fully clothed. His cheeks were burning and
he consoled himself with the fact that only Robb would see him like this. There
was no way Robb would do this to his regular clothes, would he?
Robb stepped back , surveying his work and smiled broadly. “Much better.
Y’know, I’m really starting to enjoy myself.”
Chapter End Notes
     Next chapters gonna be a long one, don't worry
***** Delivery *****
Downstairs, trying to forget the large hole in the seat of his pants, Jon
starts to make himself breakfast. "Stop." Robb says, making him jump. "I'm
making breakfast today."
Jon backs away from the counter, heart sinking as he tries to imagine what Robb
will concoct. But to his surprise, Robb seems to just be making porridge. Jon
watches carefully, looking for him to pour hot sauce or a whole pot of salt in.
He doesn't. A few minutes later he splits the porridge between two bowls, which
finally convinces Jon that he hasn't messed with it in anyway - he wouldn't be
eating it too if he had. He sets one bowl at the table and the other on the
floor by the cat bowl. He looks up at Jon, daring him to protest. But Jon's ass
is still sore from yesterday and the thought of eating like a dog seems easy by
comparison to yesterdays torment.
Robb seems annoyed that Jon is complying to easily. "Stick your ass up in the
air while you eat, slut." He commands.
While standing up, the hole hadn't been very noticeable. His baggy sweat pants
had mostly hidden it, but thrusting his ass out causes the material to tighten
over his butt and the hole is pulled tight. He knows that his asshole will be
completely on show and he comforts himself with the thought that the kitchen is
at the back of the house, no one passing by the house will see him through the
window like this.
Then there is a knock on the door.
Jon freezes in the act of lowering his face to the bowl, sure that Robb is
going to order him to go and answer the door. Thankfully, Robb goes instead,
calling; "Don't move." over his shoulder.
Over the thudding of his own heart, Jon listens to Robb unlocking and opening
the door. He hears him talking to the postman, signing for some package and
then the door closes and Robb practically bounds into the room. "I was worried
this wouldn't get here today." He says happily.
Jon risks a glance over his shoulder. Robb is standing by the table ripping
open the tape closing a large box. He sees Jon looking and grins, "I got you
some presents. Stand up."
He stands up, leaving his breakfast uneaten. Robb gets the tape off and pulls
the box open. He reaches inside, spilling styrofoam peanuts over the floor, and
pulls out a smaller box. He waves it in Jon's direction, "You'll love this one.
I think it will really help you?"
"What is it?" Jon asks, voice trembling and pathetic.
"Ah ah ah, that's a surprise. Drop your pants and close your eyes. And no
peeking, or I'll have to send a certain video to everyone at school."
The threat is enough make Jon slide his pants down and close his eyes, though
his cheeks burn at being half naked in the middle of the kitchen. Despite
knowing he and Robb are alone in the house, he can't help fearing that his
father is about to walk in.
Robb crosses the room and kneels down before him, Jon can feel his breath on
his stomach, making him shudder. "Cold?" Robb asks with a snicker.
Suddenly Jon feels Robb's warm hands gripping his cock and the shock is so
great that he opens his eyes. He snaps them shut again instantly, thankfully
Robb doesn't seem to have noticed his lapse. He can't tell what Robb is doing.
He is still holding his cock, but now there is the touch of something cold and
hard and it feels almost as if Robb were putting something over his limp
cock... there is a snap of a lock clicking and Robb says, "You can look now."
Jon looks down and nearly screams. Where his cock hung moments before, there is
now a small, shiny pink cock cage, a large padlock dangling from the front.
Robb holds up something, a key. "R-Robb," Jon stammers, "Please, don't-"
"Don't complain, slut. Now no one else is going to walk in on you playing with
yourself, are they? This solves all your problems." He grins wickedly, the key
dangling tauntingly from his hand. Jon resists the urge to snatch it away from
him.
"How do I..." He trails off, biting his lip.
"Piss? Sitting down, like a girl. Don't worry, you'll get used to it. If you're
very good, I'll let you out every now and then. As a special treat."
Jon stares at him in horror. "How long do I have to wear this?"
Robb shrugs. "We'll see. Maybe if you're a very good boy I'll let you take it
off before you go to college."
Tears spring into Jon's eyes and before he can do anything they are spilling
over his red cheeks. Robb laughs. "Don't be sad, slut. I have plenty more toys
for you to play with. Soon you won't even miss your little prick."
***** Toys *****
Robb doesn't unpack the whole box, Jon realises that he is going to bring out
his new toys one at a time - stretching out Jon's humiliation and making him
unable to think of anything else but what fresh horrors are in store for him.
After fitting the cock cage, Robb instructs him to finish his breakfast. Jon
had hoped that he had forgotten about that, but it seems not. He crouches down,
feeling the loss of his dick acutely as it stays tightly sealed up rather than
hanging as he is used to.
"Ass up." Robb prompts.
Jon doesn't have any energy to argue. He thrusts his ass into the air and
lowers his face to the bowl. Trying to eat the cold porridge without any
utensils reminds him of when he used to pretend to be a dog or a cat as a
child. Only then it was a fun game, and he'd be eating dry cereal or pieces of
candy, not sticky, lumpy slop that soon coats his face, making it difficult to
breath.
He hears the click of a camera behind him and he freezes. "Don't stop. I want
that bowl licked clean." Robb instructs.
At this point, he doesn't even need to bother with the threats. Jon knows what
will happen if he doesn't obey. So he lowers his face back to the bowl, and
when he's forced it all down he licks the bowl and then his own lips. His
tongue can't reach all of the porridge drying on his face but he doesn't think
he'll be allowed to use his hands to wipe it away.
"I've finished." He says.
"What?" Robb asks sharply. "You've finished, what?"
Jon is silent, unsure of what he wants.
"You've finished, Sir. Say it."
Jon bites his lip, "I'm finished, sir."
"Good. You're always to call me sir now, understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"Don't move." Robb says. Jon can hear him shuffling through the box, the sound
of him opening something. "Get that ass higher and press your forehead to the
floor."
Jon complies, finds himself shaking. He tries to force his heart to calm down
but it is impossible.
Something cold and slippery touches his hole, making him flinch and Robb
laughs. "Stay still, or I won't bother loosening you up."
Something long and thin slips into his ass, wriggling about and Jon realises
that it is Robb's finger, liberally coated with lube. With the lube it doesn't
hurt at all, there is just a slightly uncomfortable stretch as he works his
finger in deeper, adding another. With two fingers inside of Jon, he starts to
work them harder, scissoring them to stretch out Jon's hole with a wet sucking
sound that somehow embarrasses Jon more than the thought that his step-brothers
fingers are up his ass.
Robb works a third finger in, hammering into brutally. Jon would like to say
that he hates it, but to his shock and horror, he finds that he is almost...
liking it.
His cock, trapped by the pink cage, is struggling vainly to get hard and he
finds himself actually glad of the cage because it means that Robb can't see
that he is getting turned on by this. Despite not being able to get hard, he
feels pleasure starting to grow in him as Robb's fingers hit him in just the
right place, but just as he is starting to gasp, Robb pulls his fingers free
with a wet slicking noise.
Jon's legs shake, horrified to find himself... disappointed.
And then he feels something pressing against his slicked hole, something far
bigger than Robb's fingers. Before he can even think of protesting, Robb slams
it forward, pressing all his weight behind it and the huge object forces itself
into Jon's hole, causing him to let out a short scream as black dots scatter
across his vision. He tries to squirm away, but it's pointless because whatever
it is is already inside him, already forcing his screaming hole to open too
wide.
Robb slaps his ass, laughing. "There. That's gonna stay in you all the time,
unless I take it out, understand?"
Jon doesn't answer. He is gasping and shaking, still overcome by the agony.
Impatient, Robb smacks his ass against, harder his time. "Answer me!"
"Y-yes, sir" Jon stammers, finding his voice at last.
"Good." Robb says. He stands up. "Get up."
Jon stands shakily. The thing in his ass makes standing painful, and he finds
himself adopting an awkward, bow-legged stance that he knows must look
ridiculous. There is an open box on the table, showing a picture of an
enormous, bulbous black butt plug. Just looking at the picture makes Jon feel
sick, he can't believe that that thing is inside him. That it's going to stay
inside him.
Robb looks him over, smirking. "Feel like a slut yet?"
Jon doesn't answer, though his face burns.
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