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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:
      Higashikata_Josuke/Kishibe_Rohan
  Character:
      Higashikata_Josuke, Kishibe_Rohan
  Additional Tags:
      Hate_Sex, Anal_Sex, Sexual_Violence, Creampie, Mind_Break,
      Disassociation, No_Lube
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-01-22 Words: 1851
****** rough ******
by honeypup
Summary
     josuke is ungrateful
Notes
     first time writing this pair ahh be gentle
See the end of the work for more notes
"Josuke."
He groaned and stirred in his sleep, but refused to open his eyes. It was too
early in the morning. Why did school have to start so damn early? He wanted to
sleep in a little more, even if it was just a few more minutes. He was so tired
and it felt like heavy weights were attatched to his limbs.
He heard his name again and grumbled something into his arm, but the voice
didn't sound like his mom anymore. It was deep and sent shivers down his spine.
There was no way that voice could belong to Okuyasu. His friend would've sat on
him or something. And his mom wouldn't keep calling his name like this.
"Wake up, Josuke."
He struggled to lift his head and opened his eyes.
He was in a dark room, maybe a basement of some sort. There was a figure
standing in front of him, but he couldn't quite make out who it was, no matter
how hard he squinted. He opened his mouth to speak, but his mouth was dry and
felt like cotton, and all that came out was an airy wheeze.
He glanced down at his arms and wheezed again. He was naked, and his wrists
were tied together with rope. His legs weren't restrained, but there was a bar
connected to his ankles, keeping his legs forced apart and leaving him
extremely vulnerable. He squirmed and thrashed, but the ropes just dug into his
skin, leaving angry red marks around his wrists.
Suddenly, the man started moving toward him. He strained to scream and thrashed
again, but it was no use doing anything. He frantically looked around and felt
panicked tears dripping down his cheeks. What was going to happen to him? Did
anyone know he was here?
"Oh, Josuke. You don't even know, do you?"
He felt a shoe prodding at his exposed sides, as if deciding whether or not to
kick him. His body curled inward when he felt that shoe leave him, and he
braced himself, knowing full well that this person was going to hurt him for
their own sick pleasure.
He was right.
The first blow caught him off guard. He expected the man to kick him in the
ribs, or to maybe go for his legs, but this was just unexpected. He was blinded
by the darkness of the room, and his only warning was the man's hot breath on
his neck, and then he was yanked back by his hair, forced to bare his neck in
the most vulnerable way.
His heart thumped loudly when he felt the cool knife pressing into his skin,
but there was no blood. It was just a silent threat that if he moved enough,
the blade would slice his skin, or worse. He trembled as the man's nails clawed
at his scalp, forcing his head back even more. He heard a sickening pop in his
neck, and then the man released his hand, slamming Josuke's head against the
hard floors.
He made a choking sound and coughed up blood, but there was nothing he could do
to protect himself. Blood oozed from his forehead and dripped down his temples,
but the man made no move to clean it up. He just stared, as if he was waiting
for something to happen.
"Josuke."
He shivered and weakly moved his head to the side, but the knife pressed into
his neck again, and he had to fight to keep still.
"Do you know who I am?"
He didn't. He had no clue who would do this to him. He had many enemies, but
they had become his friends over time, or had been scared away as a result of
his stand's incredible abilities. The only person he could imagine actually
going through with something like this was Rohan, but that still didn't seem
right. Why would he do this? They were friends now. Josuke came over to his
house everyday, and Rohan let him. He wouldn't hurt him unless he had a reason
to.
Wait.
"You know me. I can see it in your eyes."
He wheezed as the blade pressed harder, and this time he felt the sting of the
knife cutting his skin. He felt dizzy with fear, but maybe that was just the
blood loss. He didn't know what was going on, and all this thinking was making
his head hurt even more. What could he do?
"Answer me."
Something clicked in the back of his mind. He coughed up more blood, and the
blade left his throat. "Ugh..." he felt blood and saliva sticking to his chin,
but he could barely move his hands enough to wipe it off. "W-who are you?" he
strained to lift his head, but then he felt the man's foot on the back of his
neck, forcing him to stay down.
"And here I thought you were the smart one, Josuke." the man sighed and dug his
foot into the teen's destroyed pompadour. He sighed and wiped his nice off on
his pants.
"You..." he knew that voice. Why hadn't he recognized him before? It was so
obvious. He heard his voice every day. "What the fuck, R-Rohan!?" he struggled
to get away, but the restraints seemed to tighten around his wrists and ankles.
He curled his lips back into a snarl and spit blood in the man's general
direction.
"You little shit!"
Josuke screamed as the man kicked him in the stomach. He struggled against the
restraints in a desperate attempt to free himself, but he was too weak to break
them. He sobbed and tried kicking at Rohan's feet, but the bar holding his
ankles apart prevented him from doing anything more than squirm helplessly.
He laughed loudly as he kicked the teen's chest. "You're so ungrateful...You
think you can do whatever you want just because you 'saved' Morioh? Think
again, Higashikata."
He squeezed his eyes shut and tugged hard on the restraints. "What did I ever
do to you?" he cried. He hid his face in his bound wrists, but Rohan just
yanked his head back again. He angrily shook his head as his vision started
blurring with tears.
"You what you've done to me? Disgusting." he kneeled in front of the teen and
buried his face in his crotch. "Are you hard, too?" he sneered and scraped his
nails against Josuke's scalp.
"N-no...I'm not a freak like you!" he spat. He bared his teeth and pulled his
head back, but Rohan's grip on his hair only tightened. He winced and a few
tears dripped onto his cheeks. "Let go of me!"
Rohan laughed and tugged on his hair again. The teen's ugly pompadour was
destroyed and his bangs had fallen into his eyes. Really, he looked way better
without it. "You still think you're in charge, hm?" he let go of his hair, and
cackled when Josuke's chin slammed into the floor. He moved behind the teen and
dragged his nails over his soft thighs. "I guess I'll have to show you who's
boss."
He wasn't stupid. He knew what was about to happen. "N-no! Stop!" he begged,
and the sickening sound of a zipper being unzipped only made him struggle more.
He tried crawling, but Rohan just grabbed his hips and mounted him like a dog.
"G-get off! This isn't funny!" his cheeks were wet with tears when he felt
Rohan's cock on the back of his thighs.
He squeezed his shaft and rubbed the head over Josuke's tight hole, groaning.
"Shut up. You don't get to tell me what to do." he hissed. He dug his nails
into the fat of Josuke's thighs as he pushed in. He gasped at how tight and dry
he was, but the tight heat felt amazing, and he couldn't help but rut into him,
forcing his cock in to the hilt.
Josuke opened his mouth in a silent scream and clenched his fists. "I-It hurts!
Take it out! P-please..." he cried. It felt like his lower half was being torn
from his body, and maybe something inside of him was being torn right then. He
felt sick to his stomach when Rohan reached around to fist his soft cock.
He pulled out and slammed back into him. "Ah, I'm so glad that you're a
virgin." he moaned. Something warm trickled down his shaft and onto the floor,
and when he glanced down and noticed how much Josuke was bleeding, he felt heat
rush to his groin. He gritted his teeth and leaned forward, forcing the teen's
face into the floor.
Josuke gasped and turned his head, but he could barely focus on fighting back
with how hard Rohan was thrusting into him. The pain was too much, and the sick
smell of his own blood was making his head spin. He felt ashamed for being too
weak to fight back, and for letting it happen.
"Hah, you look so much better like this. Under me, taking my cock." he panted
in his ear. He dragged his tongue over the shell of the teen's ear as he
thrusted into him, his balls slapping loudly against his thighs. "Ahh, what if
I came in you?" he moaned as he slammed into him.
"N-no..." he choked. He was starting to feel numb and heavy, and the pain was
slowly fading into nothing. All he could feel was the pressure of Rohan's rough
thrusts and his soft cock bobbing against his thigh. Everything else was
static. "Please..."
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum..." Rohan grabbed the teen's cock and squeezed as he
bucked into him. He was too lost in his own pleasure to notice the drool
clinging to his cheeks, or maybe he just didn't care. He was breaking the
person he hated most, and it was delicious.
He gripped the teen's thighs and gave a few more rough thrusts before spilling
his cum inside him. He moaned loudly and sloppily kissed the back of Josuke's
neck as he rutted into him. His breath caught in his throat when he felt the
boy clenching around his cock and even pushing back onto it. The feeling
started becoming too much for him, so he slowly let his cock slip out of him.
"You were made for my cock." he sighed as he watched his cum drip down the
boy's thighs.
Josuke's eyes fluttered shut and he numbly rocked back onto Rohan's cock until
he pulled out of him. He trembled and fell onto his side with a heavy sigh. It
was gross to feel the man's hot cum spilling from his abused hole, but he was
too tired to cover himself.
Rohan stuffed his cock back into his pants and zipped them up. He wiped his
hands off on his thighs and nudged the teen's body with his foot. No response.
He frowned and leaned down, his stand materializing beside him, and quickly
wrote a command on Josuke's pages: I will come to Rohan's house everyday and I
won't remember what happened.
He blew on the wet ink and smiled. Perfect.
End Notes
     mmmmm
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