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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, 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:
      Hirose_Koichi/Kishibe_Rohan
  Character:
      Hirose_Koichi, Kishibe_Rohan, Higashikata_Josuke
  Additional Tags:
      Vomiting, Skull_Fucking
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-06-17 Words: 1890
****** Limit ******
by yukiina
Summary
     Discouraged by a lack of innovation, Rohan wants to push his favorite
     subject to the absolute limit, physically and mentally, in order to
     create his most significant work yet.
Notes
     I just wanted to write a little skullfucking fic after seeing some
     really nice art depicting it. So, here we are. I've been making some
     small edits and adjustments!
     Disclaimer: Koichi is 16 in part 4, 17 in part 5. He's just drawn
     short, with his official height actually being quite average.
Rohan seemed to get more demanding with his work. After falling into a rut, he
desperately sought to experience things that were more taboo, more impossible.
Having a friend to heal the subject afterwards only served to fuel his
increasingly violent ideas. Tonight would be the most dangerous and intimate
stunt yet.
Koichi prepared himself for what he believed would be yet another simple
modelling session. He removed his school uniform; he took this precaution
often, as he hated doing laundry. For some reason, there was always a mess
after these nights, but Koichi could never quite remember why this happened.
The blond haired boy had a feeling tonight would be different, as Josuke had
been invited. Part of him hoped Rohan would make Josuke do something really
strange or gross, but part of him was suspicious that Josuke was invited given
the power of his stand. Crazy Diamond can repair almost anything to its
previous state. But...Rohan probably wouldn’t do anything that bad. Koichi felt
a slight unease, but his friend’s cheerful demeanor soon made him feel
comfortable. He and Josuke cracked jokes and unwound from the day without a
care. Eventually, Rohan came into the parlor.
“Ah, Koichi, are you ready to begin?” The artist grinned.
Koichi seemed confused by this question. “In here? Why not the studio?”
“Today will be different. I am afraid of pushing you too hard, so I will have
you relax here and write a temporary page in you with Heaven’s Door. You’ll be
okay. And just in case you aren’t, I have Josuke here to help.”
Josuke scoffed. “I’m only here to make sure you don’t do anything weird to
Koichi, you creep. I’m not helping you.”
Rohan’s grin turned into a devilish smirk. “It’s quite interesting how you
think you’re in control of this situation.” In an instant, he used his fingers
to draw a quick image of Heaven’s Door, causing both boys to become books. In
order to avoid any time-wasting arguments, Rohan moved swiftly to write on both
Koichi’s and Josuke’s pages 'I will do whatever Rohan Kishibe wants.' Rohan’s
commands generally made the process of modelling very easy for Koichi, so he
didn’t think anything of Rohan’s use of Heaven’s Door. Though, he was still
unsure of Josuke’s role in this scenario. Rohan scribbled in a few more
commands as safety precautions before dismissing his stand, and before they
knew it, the teens were asleep, as though they were under deep anesthesia. Now
the experiment could begin.
Rohan retrieved a few old towels he saved for this occasion, and placed the
blond on a spare table in the other room. Josuke was left alone in the parlor,
still sitting in a chair. After arranging a towel under Koichi’s head, the
artist grabbed an exacto knife and pair of pliers. Rohan began to survey his
subject’s face. Koichi’s skin was smooth, milky white, free of imperfections –
it would be incredible to look at it covered in blood. He knew he wanted to
remove an eye, but was still unsure of which one. Ultimately, he would have to
try both to have a perfect knowledge of the scenario, but that would be
impossible in one session. Enjoying Koichi’s sleeping face for a second longer,
Rohan finally made a careful incision with the knife to free up skin around the
eyelid. Using the pliers, he then gripped around the slippery sphere and began
to gently pull it away while gingerly slicing at the tissue holding the eye in
place. Eventually, the eye was cut out and sitting in Rohan’s hand. The end
with the optic nerve was very hot from being inside of Koichi’s head, but the
outside of the eye was cool to the touch. Perhaps out of curiosity, perhaps out
of a sick desire to fully enjoy the teen, Rohan placed the eye along his
tongue, licking it from end to end. The texture was smooth and juicy; like
eating fish eyes, only far more enjoyable due to the size. Blood dribbled along
his lips. The artist left it there in hopes that he would be able to taste
Koichi’s essence for just a bit longer.
Before moving on to the next phase of the session, Rohan awoke both Josuke and
Koichi. The small blond woke up with a jolt of pain. “R-Rohan!! What happened?!
I was asleep and now I can’t open my eye, and the pain is-“ Koichi stopped mid-
sentence as he reached his hand up to his eye socket. The blood seemed to leave
his face in an instant as he realized that his eye was in fact gone. He was so
overcome with horror that he could not even muster a scream, just a quiet
whimper. Josuke was equally horrified when he looked to see that his friend had
a bleeding hole in his face. He seemed angry, but a tinge of fear was in his
voice. “Why did you do that to him?! What do you think you’re going to gain? Is
hurting your friend worth a realistic comic? Is it?” Josuke shouted. Rohan
sighed and glanced at Josuke, not even giving him the privilege of looking in
his eyes. “You’ll heal him at the end of this. None of it will matter. I used
Heaven’s Door to write that neither of you would remember the events taking
place on this day. Now quit talking and let me continue.” Josuke tried to open
his mouth to protest, but couldn’t. His muscles were frozen in place. Now,
terror overtook his entire being. What was going to happen to them?
Koichi was crying. The pain was unbearable, and he couldn’t believe that his
friend would do something like this to him. He fought to speak, but it was
barely audible.
“Ro-…Rohan…this…why…”
Rohan looked at him with a strange expression. “This is my greatest challenge
yet. I’ll push you to your absolute physical and mental limits. But you’ll be
okay. You won’t remember anything, you won’t have any scars, you’ll be fine.
I’m going to begin now so I won’t risk any more harm to you than necessary.”
Koichi couldn’t even look at Rohan any more. He knew Josuke was there, but he
was so overcome with fear he couldn’t ask for help. He tried to desperately
think of something good, something else to take him away from what was
happening. Josuke tried to put on a strong face, but he was as terrified as
Koichi. Rohan picked up the smaller teen and placed him on the floor. Rohan sat
in his desk chair and began to undo his pants. Koichi instantly felt a surge of
adrenaline as he realized what Rohan was doing. “No no no! What are you doing,
Rohan?! I’m just a kid, you can’t, you can’t!”
“Shh. Josuke is right there. He’ll take care of you when this is over. I’ll
make sure you’re okay, too. But I really need you to do this for me. It will
only take a few minutes.” The artist said as he began to slowly stroke his
cock. Koichi wanted to run, but he couldn’t. "Please don't do this, please
don't, please, please..." The blond pleaded as shut his remaining eye as
tightly as he could. Rohan grabbed Koichi’s hair and whispered to him, “You
will be okay. You will be okay.” With his member hard enough for penetration,
Rohan licked his fingers and created a thin layer of lubrication before
positioning himself in front of Koichi’s eye socket. The artist felt himself
quiver with anticipation. Josuke had tears in his eyes as he saw what Rohan was
about to do. As Rohan pushed himself into the socket, Koichi let out an
incredible shriek of pain which turned into a jeremiad of "NO"s that were
nearly indistinguishable from one and other. Josuke threw up immediately. He
began to cry from the uncontrollable muscle contractions in vomiting, and from
feeling of helplessness as Koichi suffered. Koichi could only screech
animalistic cries as the artist pushed himself deeper into his skull. Rohan’s
twisted smile seemed to be pulling apart his face. Once he was in all the way,
he slowly pulled out and began to gently thrust. The eye socket didn’t create a
sensation of suction, but it was so hot and wet and intimate, the feeling was
indescribable. Blood thickly coated Rohan’s cock, and he let a slight moan slip
out. Luckily, neither Koichi nor Josuke would remember this embarrassing and
unprofessional slip-up. Blood was pouring down the smaller's face like a flood.
It intermingled with the tears, creating thin rivers on his cheek. The metallic
taste was sickening in the boy's mouth. Koichi could feel the hot throbbing of
blood in his friend’s member inside of his skull. As Rohan began to thrust
harder, Koichi felt himself gag and dribble out puke from the pain and disgust.
He wanted to cry but couldn’t. He wanted to scream but couldn’t. He could only
hear the sounds of his face being fucked and the irregular breathing coming
from Josuke across the room.
Rohan was true to his word. He felt himself ready to finish almost as soon as
it began. Though he wanted to keep going, it looked like Koichi was beginning
to enter the first stages of shock. He was motionless and was feeling cold and
clammy. He even seemed to have wet himself uncontrollably. Rohan let out a
quiet grunt before finishing inside of his friend’s face. Hot, sticky cum
coated the eye socket and intermingled with the blood which had begun to clot.
Some of it even dropped down Koichi's face; Rohan had truly claimed him. Rohan
pulled out, wiping himself and Koichi off with one of the rags he brought with
him before calling Josuke over. Josuke was crying. He appeared to be fighting
each tear away with all his strength, but he was utterly gutted after
witnessing Koichi’s torment. He looked to Rohan with eyes filled with anguish
and disgust. “You’ve both done very well. Josuke, heal him immediately and I’ll
put you both out; it will be like this never happened.” Josuke gulped and
summoned Crazy Diamond. The healing took place instantly: Koichi’s skin
regained its color, and his eye was placed back into its socket. He looked as
though he was just taking a nap, and happened to have had an accident.
Rohan summoned Heaven’s Door for a final time. He wrote inside each of them to
fall asleep until the next day at eight in the morning. He then haphazardly
dragged Josuke back to the parlor room and threw him on the couch. Koichi was
picked up carefully and taken to the bathroom. Rohan took off the younger's
dirty clothes and put them in the wash. He gently bathed Koichi’s body, giving
him a fresh shirt to wear to bed. It was one of Rohan’s old shirts, so it
draped over him like a gown. It was almost a bit cute. Picking up Koichi a
final time, the artist placed him in the guest room bed, tucking him in.
Koichi’s school uniform and underwear were neatly folded and stacked on the
dresser for the next day. Locking the door, Rohan left for the studio to begin
drawing what he believed would be his best work yet.
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