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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, Multi, Other
  Fandom:
      Football_RPF
  Character:
      Lionel_Messi, Celia_Messi_Cuccittini, Jorge_Messi, Matías_Messi, Rodrigo
      Messi
  Additional Tags:
      Porn_Video, Underage_Voyeur, Graphic_Description_of_Sexual_Violence,
      Fucking_Machines, Face-Fucking, Facials, Forced_Orgasm, Gang_Rape, teen
      masturbation, All_the_bad_things_are_fictional, They_happen_in_a_porn
      video, A_part_from_masturbation, But_that_is_not_a_bad_thing
  Series:
      Part 1 of Sekhmet
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-02-18 Chapters: 1/? Words: 2308
****** Something Was Different ******
by yulin
Summary
     Leo was the youngest of his family. But he had never liked this to be
     an excuse for him being left behind. One time, he regretted this
     stubbornness.
Notes
     This might not be what readers are expecting, but understanding this
     might help understand why Leo was so afraid of his own desires. It
     may be triggering for so many reasons though. Please, read the tags
     and stay safe.
     This story was written to fulfil the prompt "fucking machines".
See the end of the work for more notes
Leo was the third male child of his family. As soon as he learned to stand on
two feet, he learned to fight. He used to train and fight with his two elder
brothers, coached by his father.
“He is too small for that,” his mother had occasionally tried to protest.
“When he will have to fight Siblorians he will have to face things that are
three times his size. Better for Leo to get used to that.”
Celia mulled over the words silently. When. Not if. Leo’s future, just as
Rodrigo and Matias’ had already been written.
Colonies had been founded because of the overpopulation on Earth. That, and
also a lack of resources. One of the most problematic issues was farm animals:
they were demanding too much resources, too much water, too much ground. On the
other hand: they were more and more requested with the increase of the human
population, and the general increase of the welfare. There were more people and
more people requesting meat.
The original Argentina (a country on Earth) had been particularly famous for
its farms, but had been completely spoiled after decades and decades of hard
exploiting. That was the reason why, when a little planet was discovered
(actually, a moon) that humans considered ideal for animal farming, many
Argentinians, coming from family of long tradition in those activities, decided
to move to it.
The colony prospered and became rich. That was until synth-meat was invented.
Synth-meat looked and tasted exactly as meat, but was an artificial product. It
was actually healthier than real meat, it was good, no animals needed to be
killed, no soils to be exploited.
Soon, the ecological lobby put enough pressure to make the production of synth-
meat as the only legal source of meat. Animal meat was banned. Argentina fell
into disgrace.
The planet wasn’t really suitable enough for any other activity. Climate and
soil were good for pasture, but not for any other cultivation. Old laws to
protect the quality of meat had forbidden Argentinians to set fabrics that
could potentially pollute the soil and water of the colony. People were
officially mostly engaged with family-farming that was producing just enough to
sustain themselves, and working in some mines of rare elements necessary to
produce high-tech devices, but whose property was of some terrestrial
corporation.
Some people were involved in the synth-meat production, the only income of many
families due to the illegal animal-farming for nostalgic people that still
wanted to eat “things that have been alive for real.”
In this situation, many parents were raising their children to became fighters
for Sekhmet as a way to escape a life of misery.
As ironic as those things may be, people’s lives were put in danger, as a
consequence of saving the lives of animals.
Nevertheless, despite her fear for their safety, Celia knew that her sons
fighting was for the best. The family income was relying on smuggling illegal
meat, but it was dangerous, exposing all of them to a possible trial. Moreover,
real-meat-eaters were mostly the elderly, nostalgic of what it had been
habitual in their youth. There wasn’t really any other good reason to require
meat from animals: Celia herself had tried some synth-meat and she had to admit
that that damn thing was even tastier.
In short, the need for real meat was constantly declining, because the people
who used to require it were simply dying of age.
She knew she should be happy that her sons were such good fighters that they
were already catching the attention of the selectors: they might have a better
future.
More than that: she knew she should be proud. When fighting, Argentinians were
honouring their god of war. It was a myth handed down from generation to a
generation. The god Maradona who travelled far away from Argentina and fought
against all the other people in the world, beating all the countries, and
making Argentina the richest and most honourable country in the world.
The cult of Maradona was really recognised only in Argentina and in small
places back in Italy, but for Argentina it was a non-questionable institution.
Fighting for Argentinians could be likened to celebrating a mass.
And still: Leo was such a sweet boy, so small and delicate, that Celia had
egoistically hoped that he could have remained with her rather than go everyday
with his brothers and father to the training arena.
Rather than learning how to kill not to be killed.
But Leo was also very fast and agile: it made him so good that he could be at
the same level of his elder brothers.
Celia used to caress her belly in those days. Even if she shouldn’t, she hoped
that she was going to have a girl. She would have been just another mouth to
feed, and not of a great utility. She would have been poor, but she would have
been safe.
Leo, indeed was keeping the pace of his brothers. But it was not by chance or
luck. Yes, he was very talented, but he was also working out very hard. There
wasn’t a moment in his life while he was not trying some of the movements
learned in the training. Even when Matias and Rodrigo were relaxing, maybe
watching some fights and betting on them, Leo was still trying defensive
movements, moving back quickly with small, rapid steps. And then again moving
into attack, suddenly pushing forward and using the strength of his entire
body.
Leo hadn’t decided his weapon yet. He had tried daggers, as his brothers, but
the coaches were undecided. His best quality was agility, not strength in the
lunge. They said he might change growing up, but in the meantime Leo was
training in moving his arms asynchronously, learning how to manage two lighter
weapons.
It was true that he was the smallest and the youngest, but in Leo’s mind that
only meant that he had to work more to keep the pace. The idea of him being
left behind was never taken into consideration. Rather, it was, his worst
nightmare.
But he didn’t matter how hard he was pushing himself, Rod and Mat were always
conspiring to exclude him, with the excuse that he was too little. They tended
to train together using the sword, and Leo would sneak in, making one of the
two stumble. They played videogames or watched holo-videos and Leo spied them
from behind their backs, finding the right moment to attack them by surprise
and force them to fight with him.
The more they told him that they were going to do “things that only the big
ones do”, the more Leo was determined to follow them.
That night Leo woke up for no particular reason. He wasn't sick, he hadn’t had
a nightmare. But then he realised that there wasn’t any noise in his room. His
was the only breathing audible. He realised that he was alone, that Matias and
Rodrigo had left him behind again, and they were doing who knows what by
themselves.
Leo was careful to be very silent as he climbed down the bed. Very careful to
go in the small aisle, where he realised that there were noises and a dim light
coming from the living room.
He walked slowly, barefoot, until he could peer into the room from the half-
closed door.
Matias and Rodrigo were leaning on the sofa, their legs spread as they were
very caught up in the holo-video they were watching.
The video was projected in 3d and Rodrigo and Matias were also using the mind-
device that was allowing them to feel some of the sensations felt by the
characters of the video. Usually their mother forbade them to use it. She
stated that they were too young for that thing, and only adults could use it,
because kids might end up not recognising the difference between fiction and
reality.
Only recently Rodrigo, the oldest one, had been allowed to use them, from time
to time, but only under severe control of Mum or Dad.
Leo had always secretly smiled while Matias and Rodrigo tried to protest
against the strict restriction. At least for one thing, they also tasted what
it was like to be told that “They were too young for that.”
The mind devices had also been hidden to forbid their use without control. But
obviously the hiding place had not been too secure, considering that the small
black circles were now attathced to Rodrigo and Matias’ temples.
The use of mind-devices was enough to explain why they were looking at the
video during the night, hidden from Mum and Dad.
That, but also, as soon as Leo glanced the video, he realised that it was
different from anything that he had ever seen before.
There was a group of four men and woman, in what appeared to be a dusty
basement. They were all naked.
The woman was tied by her wrists, on her knees, and was crying and moaning
softly over the laughter of the men.
“Please, set me free,” she said among the sobs.
“You are going to like this,” one of the men said, ignoring her pleas.
“Yes, she will,” Matias said, lowering his pants.
Only in that moment Leo noticed that there was something tied between the
woman’s legs, between her thighs. As the man talked, a sort of bar lifted up,
entering in the woman’s body.
Leo startled as the woman screamed: he had thought that they had killed the
woman. But even thought he was horrified, he continued to watch the video,
hypnotised, and realised that the woman was in pain, but still alive. The bar
was going up and down, but there was no blood coming from her body. Instead,
when the camera zoom into the bar, Leo noticed that it was covered by a
translucent liquid layer, like saliva.
Yet, the woman was struggling and screaming, grabbing the ropes for dear life.
Her tousled, long brown hair was now half covering her beautiful face and
slithering down over her plump breasts, brushing her pink nipples.
“Please! Pleased, stop it,” she pleaded. But the more she cried and prayed, the
louder the men were laughing. They were all grabbing their willies and they
were the entire length with a rhythmical movement that was reminiscent of the
bar’s. Rodrigo and Matias were doing the same, as if they were part of the same
group.
Leo’s willy was reacting as well, and he didn’t understand or know why. But he
didn’t dare to touch himself. Instead, he grabbed the jamb of the door, as the
woman was grabbing her ropes.
The camera was indulging over her body again. She was still struggling and
shaking her head, in a cloud of hair. But something was changing. It was
subtle, but the tone of her screams was a little different, the “aaahh” sounds
were shorter and more frequent.
Her cheeks were red now, and a behind the tears there was a thin layer of
sweat. Leo was mesmerized by her red lips, beaten by perfect white teeth as she
choked a moan.
The sweat was covering her body as well, and her nipples were becoming darker
and harder. Leo could see that even behind the curtains of her hair swinging
with her movements.
“You are such a whore! You just love to be fucked, you don’t even care if it’s
a man’s cock,” the man that appeared to be in charge said.
“No! No!” She pleaded, while one of the other men pointed his willy in front of
her and splashed something over her face.
Instinctively, she licked the liquid out of her mouth, and the other man
continued.
“As you like to drink all men’s cum,” he said, as another splash hit her.
“I want him to fuck her mouth,” Rodrigo said, his voice coarse.
“I want to fuck her ass,” Matias replied. “Can you imagine, go behind her,
skewer her small, warm hole, grabbing her tits.”
Leo can imagine it. Or, rather, strangely he was imagining himself being
embraced from behind, a strong arm around his shoulders. He didn’t understand
why he wanted that, why he wanted to be in her place.
“Feeling her tongue, nudging your base,” Rodrigo was still saying, accelerating
his movements.
Someone in the video must have had listened because now the camera was zooming
in on her mouth closed around one of the men’s willies
Lionel was unconsciously open and closing his mouth, as well, as the man was
pushing back and forth his willy.
“Leo!” Rodrigo was suddenly staring at him with big eyes. Next to him, Matias
was impassibly continuing to rub himself.
Leo froze as if he was caught while stealing. He felt so guilty in front of the
shocked eyes of his brother. He didn’t know why, but he knew he had done
something very bad.
He stepped back, finally releasing the joint of the door. He was barely aware
of the moans still coming from the video and Matias, feeling under a pressure
by the way in which Rodrigo was looking at him. He took another step back.
“Leo, wait! And stop that shit, Mat!” Rodrigo said, hitting his brother’s lap.
Matias protested, fighting back, and Leo saw that moment of distraction as the
occasion to flee.
He ran away, back to his bed, feeling safe only when he managed to hide himself
under the covers and the pillow. Around him, Mum and Dad were awoken by the
noise and were screaming at Mat and Rod. But all that Leo could feel were his
own, deep breaths. He was crying, and he didn't know why. He would remember
that feeling for the rest of his life--and would only understand what it all
meant, years later.
End Notes
     Thank you very much to Messifangirl for the precious editing work.
     You are wonderful!
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