Time and Again
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Adult +
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1,716
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Time and Again
Title: Time And Again
By: Thomas Schiff
Clopin shook his head slowly but even the small movement was enough to make him dizzy. He dropped the bottle, the glass shattering at his feet spilling its deep red contents. Clopin put his hand on the brick wall to steady himself as another wave of nausea came over him.
“Last time…” Clopin said. “I’m ne’er goin a drink again.” Course this was what he told himself every time he drank. “Toll her…. I toll her I ne’er goin a drink!” Clopin leaned back against the wall his head resting against the cold stone before he slowly slid down to the ground. He leaned forward holding his head in his hand before a wave of dizziness took him again and he fell to his side smacking his head on the cobble stone streets his eyesight becoming blurry before he was taken by darkness.
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Clopin slit his eyes open just slightly as the image of the clouded night sky came into view through his blurry sight. He groaned as he brought his hand to his head as he tried to lift it but found that he couldn’t. He blinked a few times trying to clear his fogged mind. “I’m never drinking again!” He said for the third time that night. Clopin groaned. “Oh. Talaitha is going to kill me.” He slowly sat up and opened his eyes, which had cleared enough for him to see. “I-where am I?” He looked around noticed that he was no longer in the alley he had passed out in. He stood up shakily and braced himself on the wall with his hand still on his head. He took a deep breath before once again looking at his surroundings.
He was in a dark back alley, though not the same one he remembered being in. Nor one he remembered ever seeing before. And he’s seen a lot of back alleys. He slowly pushed himself away from the wall and, gaining his footing, began to make his way to the exit of the long alley. He got about half way there when he felt a strong hand grip painfully onto his shoulder.
“Where you going?” He heard a man’s voice from behind him. It wasn’t gruff but it wasn’t soft either. Clopin turned to see a man about six foot two with dark blond hair and dark eyes. He wore a yellow shirt with a strange black jacket over it and black hose that looked very odd to him. He had never seen such attire before.
“I’m uh-” Clopin started. “I seem to be lost actually. I’m not sure where I’m going.” The man sneered down at him.
“You’re a frenchy.” The man exclaimed.
“Excuse me, I’m a what?” Clopin asked confused and it clearly showed.
“You’re French.” He said curling up his lip. Clopin looked offended.
“Yeah what of it?” He asked putting his hands on his hips.
“Eh. Doesn’t matter what you are. Hard to find one that’s into the fucked up shit.” He said looking at Clopin’s cloths. “Never imagined I’d find me a jester though.”
“Find one what?” Clopin asked raising an eyebrow. The man started backing Clopin against the wall before pinning him to the hard surface.
“I’m going to fuck you hard.” The man whispered in his ear. Clopin’s eyes widened and he tried to scream but as soon as he opened his mouth he felt something shoved in his mouth muffling his cries.
The man grabbed Clopin's tunic. "Awfully funny clothes you've got on little man. I like it. Kinda fucked up." Clopin tried to struggle, but the large man overpowered him. The man pulled Clopin's hose down to his knees with ease leaving his tunic and cowl on. He had Clopin's hands behind his back and threw Clopin onto the ground rubbing his swollen cock against the crease of his ass before pushing against the small puckered hole pushing the head inside. Clopin gave out a muffled scream of pain at the slight penetration. The man let go of Clopin’s arms and grabbed roughly onto his hips. Clopin dug his fingers into the ground as his ass was stretched far enough to take the man's thick eight-inch cock. Clopin could feel tears running down his cheeks and blood running down his thighs. The pain was unbearable. The man continued to thrust into him, grunting with each.
Clopin couldn’t think about anything other then the pain. The pain and the thought of why this was happening to him. The man pulled him up onto his hands and knees before pounding into him hard enough that Clopin fell to the ground scrapping his cheek on the hard cement. Clopin clawed at the ground trying to get away but the man’s hold was too strong. The man grabbed onto Clopin’s long black hair and pulled back so that Clopin’s back was against the man’s chest.
“You like that?” The man asked into Clopin’s ear as he thrust up into him, mistaking Clopin’s groans as one’s of pleasure. Clopin tried to shake his head, his eyes closed tightly in pain, but the man had to much of his hair in his fist. The man moaned in his ear. “So tight.” The man pushed him forward again and thrust into him harder. Clopin closed his eyes in disgust as he felt the man cum inside of him.
The man pulled out of him and let go of his arms. “Your not bad kid. Maybe I’ll come back to see you again.” He said throwing a couple of coins on the ground next to him.” Clopin pulled the object out oh his mouth and pulled his hose up as the man walked away. He backed up against the wall and hugged his knees to him not even looking at the coins.
TBC….
(*A/N – well what did you think? Good, bad? Where is Clopin? Is he going to be ok? Where is this going? Find out in the next chapter. Please R&R or Rate*)
By: Thomas Schiff
Clopin shook his head slowly but even the small movement was enough to make him dizzy. He dropped the bottle, the glass shattering at his feet spilling its deep red contents. Clopin put his hand on the brick wall to steady himself as another wave of nausea came over him.
“Last time…” Clopin said. “I’m ne’er goin a drink again.” Course this was what he told himself every time he drank. “Toll her…. I toll her I ne’er goin a drink!” Clopin leaned back against the wall his head resting against the cold stone before he slowly slid down to the ground. He leaned forward holding his head in his hand before a wave of dizziness took him again and he fell to his side smacking his head on the cobble stone streets his eyesight becoming blurry before he was taken by darkness.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
Clopin slit his eyes open just slightly as the image of the clouded night sky came into view through his blurry sight. He groaned as he brought his hand to his head as he tried to lift it but found that he couldn’t. He blinked a few times trying to clear his fogged mind. “I’m never drinking again!” He said for the third time that night. Clopin groaned. “Oh. Talaitha is going to kill me.” He slowly sat up and opened his eyes, which had cleared enough for him to see. “I-where am I?” He looked around noticed that he was no longer in the alley he had passed out in. He stood up shakily and braced himself on the wall with his hand still on his head. He took a deep breath before once again looking at his surroundings.
He was in a dark back alley, though not the same one he remembered being in. Nor one he remembered ever seeing before. And he’s seen a lot of back alleys. He slowly pushed himself away from the wall and, gaining his footing, began to make his way to the exit of the long alley. He got about half way there when he felt a strong hand grip painfully onto his shoulder.
“Where you going?” He heard a man’s voice from behind him. It wasn’t gruff but it wasn’t soft either. Clopin turned to see a man about six foot two with dark blond hair and dark eyes. He wore a yellow shirt with a strange black jacket over it and black hose that looked very odd to him. He had never seen such attire before.
“I’m uh-” Clopin started. “I seem to be lost actually. I’m not sure where I’m going.” The man sneered down at him.
“You’re a frenchy.” The man exclaimed.
“Excuse me, I’m a what?” Clopin asked confused and it clearly showed.
“You’re French.” He said curling up his lip. Clopin looked offended.
“Yeah what of it?” He asked putting his hands on his hips.
“Eh. Doesn’t matter what you are. Hard to find one that’s into the fucked up shit.” He said looking at Clopin’s cloths. “Never imagined I’d find me a jester though.”
“Find one what?” Clopin asked raising an eyebrow. The man started backing Clopin against the wall before pinning him to the hard surface.
“I’m going to fuck you hard.” The man whispered in his ear. Clopin’s eyes widened and he tried to scream but as soon as he opened his mouth he felt something shoved in his mouth muffling his cries.
The man grabbed Clopin's tunic. "Awfully funny clothes you've got on little man. I like it. Kinda fucked up." Clopin tried to struggle, but the large man overpowered him. The man pulled Clopin's hose down to his knees with ease leaving his tunic and cowl on. He had Clopin's hands behind his back and threw Clopin onto the ground rubbing his swollen cock against the crease of his ass before pushing against the small puckered hole pushing the head inside. Clopin gave out a muffled scream of pain at the slight penetration. The man let go of Clopin’s arms and grabbed roughly onto his hips. Clopin dug his fingers into the ground as his ass was stretched far enough to take the man's thick eight-inch cock. Clopin could feel tears running down his cheeks and blood running down his thighs. The pain was unbearable. The man continued to thrust into him, grunting with each.
Clopin couldn’t think about anything other then the pain. The pain and the thought of why this was happening to him. The man pulled him up onto his hands and knees before pounding into him hard enough that Clopin fell to the ground scrapping his cheek on the hard cement. Clopin clawed at the ground trying to get away but the man’s hold was too strong. The man grabbed onto Clopin’s long black hair and pulled back so that Clopin’s back was against the man’s chest.
“You like that?” The man asked into Clopin’s ear as he thrust up into him, mistaking Clopin’s groans as one’s of pleasure. Clopin tried to shake his head, his eyes closed tightly in pain, but the man had to much of his hair in his fist. The man moaned in his ear. “So tight.” The man pushed him forward again and thrust into him harder. Clopin closed his eyes in disgust as he felt the man cum inside of him.
The man pulled out of him and let go of his arms. “Your not bad kid. Maybe I’ll come back to see you again.” He said throwing a couple of coins on the ground next to him.” Clopin pulled the object out oh his mouth and pulled his hose up as the man walked away. He backed up against the wall and hugged his knees to him not even looking at the coins.
TBC….
(*A/N – well what did you think? Good, bad? Where is Clopin? Is he going to be ok? Where is this going? Find out in the next chapter. Please R&R or Rate*)