My Dear Minister

Title: My Dear Minister
By Thomas Schiff and ((guest writter)) Siobahn-Daemian

Frollo absolutely hated his birthday. He hated getting older, he hated people congratulating him as if it meant something, he hated everyone making him feel as if he was supposed to do something special when he didn't know what or have anyone to do it with if he did. Things got worse after the gypsies found out the date. For years they dressed up his horse and he never knew how they got into the stables unnoticed. Sometimes the puppeteer would yell at him to play his own part in his puppet shows and he and the kids would cheer him on an tease him when he refused. Once they sent him a poisoned cake he was thankful he gave away to a peasant instead of eating. It wasn't lethal, but it did turn out to be embarrassing.

Frollo learned over the years to avoid these as best as possible; if not entirely, then at least he managed the least embarrassment he could walk away with. He had not, however, learned how to take any of this seriously. And so, one day he got the biggest surprise in his life: he found his hands tied behind his back, his ankles tied together, and gagged with an old scarf in somewhere dark, damp, an completely new.

A torch was lit and was hanging from the wall as a man in purple clothing stepped in front of Frollo.

"Happy Birthday my dear Minister." The man laughed.

"Mmmph?" Frollo managed through the gag. He always knew gypsies were a nasty bunch, but he never expected to be murdered by them, especially on his birthday. Then again, they were probably up to something worse, given that he was still alive.

Clopin leaned forward so that he was right in the ministers face. "Don't bother screaming." Clopin said moving his hand towards the gag. "No one can hear you." He pulled the gag out of his mouth. "Though you can scream if you'd like. We'd enjoy that." He looked around the deep dark tunnel at the gypsies only he knew where hiding int he shadows. "Course now or later it doesn't really matter you will scream." He threw the gag down to the ground.

Despite his struggles, Frollo was speechless for a moment. At first, he contemplated begging for his life, but as he tried to think over the panic, he immediately realized that was a dumb idea. Fighting was impossible, but no one had stepped forward with a weapon yet. "Whatever it is you intend to do with me, you're not going to get away with it." Although, he didn't understand why they hadn't done it yet.

Clopin smirked. "Oh yes I will." Clopin said. "Cause you're not going to tell a single soul what we do to you tonight!" Clopin laughed.

"Blackmail?" Frollo growled. "Only gypsies would sink so low. What is it you want, money? Just hang me then, I'm not going to give you anything." He ignored the fact that they'd probably robbed him already and that he had no idea what they were going to blackmail him with. On the whole, he'd led a rather boring life, if one ignored the struggles with the gypsies, and they could hardly get him on that fact. Then again, rumors could get nasty, and people tended to beleive many crazy things.

Clopin straddled his hips. "Not blackmail my dear Minister." Clopin smiled. "You are free to tell whom ever you wish. "Would you want to though?" He asked he rolled his hips forward pressing against him.

"What are you doing?" Frollo screamed frantically. "Get off of me!" in struggling to get rid of Clopin, he fell backward and hit his head on the hard floor. Terrified now, he tried to roll over and knock the man off. IF only he had had a chance to get his hands free he could put up a decent fight.

Clopin leaned forward and and pinned his shoulders down so that the man couldn't move rubbing his hardening buldge against the mans flaccid cock.

Frollo suddenly realized the crazy gypsy's actual intent and froze. Why couldn't they just hang him? "Oh God, don't. Please," he pleaded. He never thought he'd be begging to a gypsy, but then he'd never expected any of this would ever happen.

Clopin smiled. "Oh now Minister. Don't be that way." Clopin said. "Just relax." He leaned in closer to Frollo's face. "You might like it!"

At those vulgar words, Frollo realized not only was there no escape, but there was no mercy either. He swallowed painfully and willed himself not to cry. There was nothing he could do but to give in. All his life he'd been fighting gypsies, only to be so easily broken by them. "Please, I'll do what you want, I swear."

Clopin was a little shocked by this. The Minister gave in all too easily. 'what are you planning?' Clopin thought to himself. He hadn't even threatened him yet.

Frollo hadn't expected his plan to work this well. He was hoping for bribery or at least the pain would be less. But he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. While the gypsy was stunned, he threw him to the side and quickly slipped his bound hands from under his feet. He frantically set to work at undoing the knots around his wrists.

Three gypsies leaped from the shadows two holding the minister and one helping Clopin up from the ground. Clopin's nose was bleeding from hitting his face on the ground, the top of his nose scrapped.

"You son of a-" Clopin paused and took a deep breath to calm himself. "Nice trick Minister. But you'll have to be smarter than that if you wish to escape me." Clopin said.

The minister growled, not bothering to struggle. "Don't you dare insult me by implying I'd ever find even an ounce of pleasure in your torture. You will pay for this and when you do I promise I will find something far worse for you before you even see the gallows."

Clopin smiled. "Empty threats Minister. Empty threats." He laughed. "You see... after you leave here this night. And you will. Alive. Intact." Clopin paused. "You will never find me." He looked to one of the gypsies that was holding Frollo. "Take off his binds." The gypsy looked shocked a moment before doing as he was told.

Frollo hindered more than helped as the ropes were taken off. He kept trying to jerk away from being touched. One gypsy got an elbow in his eye, another was kicked in the chin by the time the ropes were taken away. His victims waited for Clopin to let them repay him for striking them.

Despite his struggles, Frollo didn't move once the ropes were off. Running was out of the question. Fighting was imbecilic. Bluffing would only work if he had something to bluff about. "You're lying," he accused. Hopefully he'd call their bluff and they'd kill him first.

Clopin smiled. "I may be. Still doesn't help you now." He said. "Take off your clothes."

"What? Absolutely not!" Frollo exclaimed.

Clopin smiled as the gypsies grabbed Frollo's arms again. He pulled his dagger out of it's sheath and moved to Frollo.

"Alright." he said. "Tell me when it hurts." He moved the tip to Frollo's back and slowly pressed the tip into his skin though the cloth.

Frollo refused to utter a noise against the pain as the knife stabbed through his skin, but the gypsies could see his whole body go tense. Everyone knew he was stabbing himself with his own nails with how tightly he clenched his fists.

The two men who'd bee struck when untying him started whispering bets about when he'd give in.

Clopin dug the blade in a little deeper before sliding it along his skin cutting the black cloth and leaving a long red line along his back that was slowly centimeter by centimeter, inch by inch, got longer.

Finally, after the wound had reached a foot in length across the minister's back, he screamed. At first it was just a shriek in pain, as he struggled to free his arms in order to press his hands against the wound and alleviate the sting, but soon he stopped his struggles and sagged in the gypsies' hold. "No more. Please, no more."

"You going to be a good little Minister and do as you're told?" Clopin asked.

Frollo nodded as he gathered his strength to speak. "I promise. Just... please, no more."

The gypsied released his arms, but did not back away until someone was nearly stabbed by another boney elbow. Slowly at first, trying to keep from crying, Frollo gathered the skirts of his robes and pulled it off over his head, wincing as he tore it over his wound. He almost panicked at the next garment; his doublet was fastened with intricate ties on the sleeves and down the front. Somehow he managed to untie every knot while keeping an eye on the dagger.

His undershirt was what took the longest as he carefully prised it off the wound. Tearing the fabric away opened places that had healed, each very slowly as the shirt had become sticky with blood and clung to his skin. At last that joined the pile of clothes on the floor and Frollo shivered in the cold air and covered himself with his arms.

"Good boy." Clopin said as if he were talking to a dog in mid training. He moved so that he was standing in front of the minister. He placed the blade at the side of his neck lightly running it over the skin but not cutting. "Now... take my clothes off." Clopin smiled. He could see the two Gypsies behind Frollo smirk. It wasn't a hidden secret that most loved seeing Clopin naked, these two gypsies where no exception.

This hardly seemed fair at all. The damned man was barely wearing any clothes in the first place.

Tentatively, Frollo reached forward and delicately took hold of one end of the cord around Clopin's waist, adamantly trying to cover himself with his other arm. He tugged the cord loose and then carefully unfastened the ties of the collar.

Clopin was getting a little annoyed and impatient and pushed the blade a little harder against his throat.

"What more do you want?" Frollo asked, leaving away from the knife.

"You're smarter than that Minister." He said annoyed. "I've told you what I want now do it!"

The minister sighed. This would take two hands. He pulled off Clopin's gloves, one by one, and not with much help from the wearer. Frollo scowled at Clopin's smile as he completely removed the man's tunic and even bothered to knock his hat off.

Clopin picked up the hat off the ground and slapped Frollo across the face hard.

Wonderful, now they were changing their own rules. Frollo stood there and rubbed his cheek as he wondered what he did wrong. He kept silent, but it was obvious, especially after a wave of sniggering went through the crowd, that he didn't understand at all what he'd one wrong.

Once his tunic was removed he brushed the dirt off his hat and placed it back on his head glaring at Frollo with a dirty look. "Are you going to do as your told?" Clopin asked. "Or do I have to resort to other methods?" He asked playing the knife over Frollo's skin.

"But I did!" Frollo exclaimed, regretting it the very second the words were uttered. Talking back wasn't a bright idea right now. How could he have forgotten. "Please... I don't know what more you want."

Clopin ran his tongue over his teeth. "My dear Minister seems to be a bit forgetful." Clopin cried out to the gypsies around him. "Maybe we should refresh his memory." One of the gypsies laughed as Clopin put the knife away, his hands now on his hips. One of the gypsies came up behind him and pulled his arm up behind his back while another brought out a small whip. "I told you... to remove my clothes." Clopin said again. "I meant.... all of them!" He smiled. "Are you going to remember that? Or do you need another form of reminder?" He looked at the gypsy with the whip and smiled.

"I'll do it. I promise." Disappointed, the gypsy released Frollo's arms. Frollo watched the man with the whip for a moment. He didn't move.

The minister turned back to Clopin. Frollo knelt down on his knees to get to the gypsy's hose. He didn't want to touch them at all, but forced himself to pull the man's hose away from his hips and reach in to undo the ties on the inside.

Once the knots were undone, he pulled the hose away from the man's hips, keeping his eyes closed as he did. This was beyond improper. He yanked the hose all the way down to the gypsy's ankles.

Clopin kicked his shoes off and stepped out of his hose, his cock bouncing slightly in front of the ministers face as he moved. It stood proud against his stomach the head already leaking.

As well as keeping his eyes closed, Frollo threw his hands up in front of his face, ignoring the new surge of pain his wound throbbed with. He thought he was going to choke on the unfamiliar smell of an aroused man.

"Please," was all he could think of saying. He honestly didn't know anything about the details of such things, usually proud of it, but now rather frightened of his own ignorance. "I... I don't know what more you want."

Clopin looked to the gypsy with the whip as he held it up in the air and motioned for him to hold it. "Surely the minister you can put that mouth to more use than talking." He said as he dripping his cock in his hand. He moved it closer to Frollo's mouth but didn't touch him.

Trembling, Frollo lowered his hands. He hesitated before opening his eyes.

At first, it was hard to focus and when he did, he regretted it. He regretted his actions even more at the sound of the man withe the whip giving him a warning behind him.

"I can't," Frollo mumbled, hanging his head. "It's too big," he whispered.

Clopin smiled. "Amazing what the body can do when you have to do it." He said laughing. He looked to the gypsy with the whip who brought the whip down on Frollo's back hard, leaving two long red lines across his back. Clopin let go of his cock and let it stand on it's own.

Frollo leaned forward, closing his eyes and trying to ignore the pain in his back. He opened his mouth and jerked back at the sudden salty taste, but refused to open his eyes.

He expected another strike with the whip, but instead there was just a chorus of laughter behind him. Slightly thankful, he leaned forward again, managed to get his lips over the head of Clopin's cock.

Frollo's reluctant compliance was short lived as the tip bumped the back of his mouth. Suddenly he was gagging. He teeth scraped Clopin as the minister pulled away. As Frollo struggled to breathe, the whip struck him lower than before slicing his hose and tender skin and exposing him even more.

Clopin groaned slightly as Frollo's teeth scrapped along his shaft. Though from pain or pleasure none knew.

"Did I tell you you could stop?" Clopin asked. The gypsy brought the whip down again.

The whipping stopped as Frollo pushed himself up and everyone wondered what he'd do next. At first, all he did was regain his ability to breath. It was slow, but it just made things more dramatic for those watching.

Closing his eyes again, Frollo again managed to get her mouth over the head of Clopin's cock, but ventured no further. All he hoped now was that he would survive this night.

"Well?" Clopin asked pushing his cock forward the slightest little bit urging him to move.

Unable to speak, Frollo merely cocked an eyebrow. Either hte man was going to choke the life out of him in the most undignified way possible, or there was a hint he was missing.

Clopin pulled his cock out of his mouth just before the whip came down on Frollo's back once more. He leaned forward so that he was almost nose to nose with the minister. "I'm going to say this once, and I'll say it slowly so you're small feeble brain can understand. Suck my cock or you'll be getting much worse." He said. "The better you do it the easier it'll be for you."

"That's not fair," Frollo complained. "I've never done things like this at all. You expect to whip skills at such horrid things into me?"

Clopin sneared. "It's not that hard. Stick it in your mouth... and suck!"

Still feeling strangely insulted, Frollo took Clopin's cock in his mouth for the third time.

Fine. Frollo decided. He'd just get this over with. They'd beat him over his lack of expertise, but what did they expect with all this stalling. How was he supposed to know what they wanted? He wished they had just taken him before and he wondered why they didn't now. At least there were no more implications that he'd enjoy any of this.

Frollo closed his mouth over the head, that was all he could fit in his tiny mouth. He closed his eyes and closed his lips over the hot flesh and winced at his fate. On his own birthday no less. Still, he'd rather not know what worse entailed if he could avoid it. Amateurishly he sucked on the salty head.

Clopin gripped his cock pumping himself into Frollo's mouth with his fist. He gripped Frollo's short hair and pushed him down farther on his large cock.

The intrusion was so sudden Frollo couldn't stop it. He had to concentrate on not choking, but managed, taking in nearly the whole length of the gypsy's cock. He kept his eyes closed still as his face brushed against the man's pubic hairs.

Thinking it was the lesser of two evils, Frollo had to grab onto CLopin's spread legs to keep from falling forward.

Being as ignorant as he was, he wondered when this would be over.

Clopin smiled at the mans hands on his hips. He leaned forward to talk into the Ministers ear. "I love it when you touch me." Clopin laughed thrusting his hips again.

Thinking momentarily that this was something women did, Frollo got an idea. Misinterpreting Clopin's teasing, Frollo tested his theory. He reached around and pressed his nails into the skin of the man's buttocks. He scrapped his teeth lightly over the mans cock.

Clopin gasped at the Ministers bold actions and moaned in pleasure from the slight pain.

Frollo squeezed hard and scraped as he backed his head up the shaft, dragging his tongue along until he again had only the head in his mouth. Admittedly he could no longer stand the thing so far down his throat, but he tried to disguise the fact by experimenting with his tongue, rolling it around the shaft and wondering what exactly the salty taste in his mouth was.

Clopin honestly didn't expect for the minister to be this bold. He was rather enjoying it as Frollo curled his tongue around his thick cock sucking at him desperately.

Frollo never opened his eyes. It wasn't just Clopin's reactions, but the happy anticipatory sounds of the crowd that gave him a bold idea. He moved his hands to the gypsy's thighs for better balance.

Frollo pulled away entirely, alternating between licking and sucking lightly on the tip, not aware of how his hot mouth created a vivid tactile contrast to the cold air.

Clopin snickered. "If I didn't know better minister I'd say you where experienced in this subject." Clopin's words were calm but his breathing was coming a bit harsh.

Frollo contemplated giving a retort, but the thought quickly passed. The man's teasing meant he was succeeding in seducing him. Again he squeezed his nails into the mans's skin.

Frollo couldn't manage to let himself swallow as he was forced to fellate the gypsy. A large amount of saliva slid down his tongue and down Clopin's shaft, mingling with his dark hair before oozing downwards.

Clopin moaned and pulled out of his mouth with a pop. "Pull your hose down the rest of the way" Clopin demanded. "Now."

Frollo pulled his hands away and opened his eyes. He shivered, suddenly feeling very cold. He hadn't counted on this turn of events. But then, stalling had only gotten his lashed and he was already lucky his wounds were already healing and that nothing but skin was torn.

His hose were already falling down far enough to expose his entire backside and had sagged enough to show a considerable amount of hair. Feeling sick, he stood up and let the fall completely, holding his hands to cover himself. He hoped that just like before he'd get nothing more than the man's hands in his hair and foul words spoken to him.

Two of the gypsies came out of the crowd and grabbed Frollo's arms before Clopin crushed himself against the man before him. Clopin kissed the minster harshly, pushing his tongue into the other mans mouth.

As Clopin pushed eagerly, licking Frollo teeth and seeking a way past them, Frollo opened his mouth more, surrendering everything to the gypsy tongue and allowing it all the conquest it demanded.

Clopin moved his hand down encouraged by the mans response and ran his hand over Frollo's flaccid cock. He was going to make the minister enjoy this. Just as he had promised.

Frollo pulled his mouth away and gasped, momentarily sagging in the arms of the gypsies who held him. He had never once touched himself there like this. He had been too afraid.

The unfamiliar sensation increased as Clopin's fingers began to explore what to Frollo was still uncharted territory. Frollo had planned on mere submission to their devices, merely avoiding punishment as best he could, but this feeling he'd never dreamed about, and his slight fear gave a sweet edge to what he felt.

Closing his eyes, this time in pleasure, Frollo let out a long groan, unaware that he inched his hips forward into Clopin's inviting hand. "What are you doing?" What wicked tricks was the gypsy doing to him and why did such witchcraft feel so wonderful?

Clopin wrapped his fingers around the mans swelling cock moving has hand over the shaft as he did so coaxing it to life.

Every ounce of willpower Frollo had built up over the decades melted away under the gypsy's touch. He let himself succumb to Clopin's expert teasing, both afraid of fighting and overwhelmed by the sensations forbidden to him. He let out another groan, then a whimper.

Clopin smirked as he pulled away from the ministers mouth moving down the pale man's body before kneeling on the ground before him.

Half of the watching gypsies went silent. The other half began exchanging whispers. Only the two holding the minister suspected there was more to their leader's schemes than he was showing just yet and they yanked Frollo to steady him. They held on tighter, soon the minister would collapse without them.

Clopin wasted no time in taking the mans cock in his hand and took Frollo into his mouth. Clopin swallowed the man right to the base his cock slipping easily down his throat.

A few gypsies who'd seen more of Clopin's sexual theatrics cheered. Someone clapped.

Frollo's head rolled back and he pushed his hips forward as he let out a sound somewhere between a scream and a sigh. The two gypsies holding him kept their tight grips and chuckled, wondering what would come next.

Clopin smiled as he bobbed his head up on down on Frollo's cock, his tongue slithering along the appendage.

"Oh God..." Frollo moaned. He didn't want the man to stop. He never wanted this to stop. He almost wondered why, but he'd long since drowned in anticipation and ecstasy.

Clopin slowly slid the mans cock out of his mouth and licked the head before moving away from him to stare up at him a moment.

One of the gypsies holding Frollo pushed his head forward to stare back at Clopin. The man had stopped, which must mean he had done something wrong. Again Frollo blamed his own ignorance and wondered what he wanted. His fear was nothing to drive away his current arousal, however, and the gypsies all laughed at the spectacle.

Clopin took Frollo back into his mouth his goatee brushing the mans balls. He pulled back out. He looked to the two gypsies and nodded. the two gypsies turned Frollo around so that his back was now to Clopin.

"Don't! Please!" Frollo screamed, expecting another whipping. What had he done?

Clopin placed his hands on Frollo's sides sliding them softly down to his hips. He moved to Frollo's ass and rubbed the soft globes.

Frollo whimpered. He tried to turn his head, but to no avail. "You're not going to whip me?" he asked. He couldn't even hear sounds of Clopin retrieving his dagger.

Clopin smirked at the mans question. He didn't answer him as he moved his hand between Frollo's cheeks spreading the mounds of flesh before his tongue touched his most intimate part.

Frollo let out a short scream at the sudden touch of Clopin's hot tongue. The sensation was sharper now, hotter, stronger, like being branded by an angel's fiery blade.

He was afraid of this. He was even more afraid than before, but he also wanted this more. He didn't understand and was powerless to control any of it.

Clopin reached around and grabbed Frollo's cock jacking him as he licked the puckered hole.

Frollo gasped and at last collapsed, held up only by the two gypsies, who almost weren't prepared, having been staring intently at Clopin's entertainment.

Clopin dodged as the Minister fell but moved back when the gypsies held him up. Clopin licked him a few more times before he stood up. "Hold him." Clopin said. He gripped his own cock and rubbed the tip against the ministers hole.

Frollo suddenly went rigid, knowing full well what was about to come next. He'd hoped to avoid it by giving and pleasuring the man earlier. At the mere thought of what the gypsy planned, he started to cry. This was going to hurt infinitely more than the whipping.

Clopin rubbed the head on the puckered hole before pulling away again. He stopped his movement on his cock and moved his hand up to Frollo's mouth, moving two of his fingers to his lips.

Frollo continued to sob, seemingly ignorant of Clopin's fingers brushing against his lips.

Clopin pushed two fingers into the mans mouth feeling the mans tongue beneath his fingers. He moved his fingers back out before pushing them back in again.

Frollo immediately stopped his sobs as the fingers entered his mouth. Panting, he remained perfectly still. The last thing he needed was to bite them off in his fits.

The second time, though, Frollo tentatively touched the tips of his fingers with his tongue, wondering if the gypsy hoped for the same behavior as before.

Clopin moved his fingers around in Frollo's mouth a bit. When he decided his fingers were lubed enough he moved his hand back to the crease of the mans ass.

Frollo whimpered, ready to cry again. Nothing was going to prevent the pain that was going to happen next. No begging, no silence, no submission was going to earn him mercy.

Clopin slowly pushed in one finger up to the first knuckle slowly to the second. He wiggled his finger a bit and looked to Frollo's face for his reaction.

Frollo's whimpers were cut off by a tiny gasp. For less than a second, the invasive fingers touched something hidden and delicate that sent shivers up the minister's spine.

Clopin enjoyed this reaction and tried to find the spot again before pushing his finger all the way in. He moved in and out of him in a slow rhythm and sank to his knees again. He pushed down slightly at Frollo's hole and placed his mouth upon him again.

Disappointingly, Frollo went silent and completely still. There were no more shivers under Clopin's touch, but at least he had stopped whimpering.

Clopin entered a second finger pushing in as far as he could go, his other hand he placed on Frollo's hip before reaching around to his cock again.

Frollo tensed, the only reaction he could think of to the mixture of pleasure and pain as the second finger pushed its way in. Unwittingly, he tensed around them, increasing the sensation. He bit his lip, no longer wanted to let out a sound, unsure as to what feeling the gypsy was trying to elicit.

Clopin stood back up as he entered a third finger stretching him as far as he could with his fingers and pumping in and out of him.

Frollo couldn't help but let out a whimper. Being stretched cause so much pain, and yet his stiff cock seemed to be leaking profusely.

Clopin slowly pulled his fingers out and rubbed his cock against his stretched opening.

Frollo closed his eyes tightly and clenched his fists in anticipation, fearing unimaginable pain worse than any pleasure the gypsy would give him.

Clopin gripped his cock stroaking it a few times before pushing the head in. Clopin closed his eyes and groaned. It's been weeks since he's had anyone and the Minister before him was so tight.

The two gypsies let go of Frollo as Clopin leaned him forward so that Frollo put his hands on the wall. The gypsy next to him, one that had been holding Frollo rubbed himself through his suddenly tight hose as he watch Clopin push the head of his cock into Frollo.

To everyone's entertainment, Frollo screamed at the pain, too shocked to react any other way. A few people in the audience giggled.

Clopin smiled at the mans scream as he pushed in farther. Clopin watched as the gypsy that was rubbing himself, Nicéphore, pulled his cock from his hose a few others following his lead. Nicéphore stroked his cock slowly.

Barely holding himself up on the wall, Frollo screamed again. Again, his body tensed up, trying to drive Clopin out, only to pull him in further as his muscles squeezed around his hard cock.

Clopin opened his mouth in a silent scream and threw his head back as he pushed all the way into Frollo, his hips right up against the mans ass. Clopin leaned forward and clenched his teeth. "So tight!" Clopin said. He held himself inside. He wiggled his hips a bit and pushed forward trying to get deeper.

He could see the almost glazed look in Nicéphore's eyes as he watched the two. Clopin shook his head at Nicéphore. Not yet.

Panting, tears began to fall from Frollo's eyes. He remained tense, his body still squeezing around Clopin's insatiable cock. "Stop!" he finally brought himself to scream. He'd rather be whipped than this.

Clopin pulled out and pushed back in a little faster then before. He ran his hands up Frollo's sides then back down to his hips. He began a slow rhythm bending his knees to get better leverage.

Frollo's panting grew harsher. He relaxed slightly, the same intense feeling of pleasure came back, buried under the pain.

Clopin sped up his thrusts slightly and pulled him away from the wall but kept him in a bent position. Nicéphore smiled as he stroked himself and moved in front of Frollo holding his cock in front of Frollo's face.

Even though the pain seemed to be dissipating slightly, Frollo did not want to warrant anymore punishment. Bracing himself against the jostling of Clopin's thrusts, Frollo grabbed onto Nicéphore's thighs and stretched out his tongue to meet the man's drooling cock.

Nicéphore watched Frollo as Clopin thrust in and out of the man before him. He ran his hand through Frollo's hair and down the side of his ear and back up. He leaned forward and pulled Clopin into a harsh kiss, Clopin's tongue pushing into his own, fucking his mouth to the same rhythm as he did Frollo.

As he let his body relax, and Clopin's thrusts were focused on on that sweet mystery spot, the pain metamorphosed into pleasure, his body squeezing again, not out of fear, but out of unknown excitement. As Clopin's cock continuously hit Frollo's g-spot, Frollo's own grew harder, oozing a gooey puddle on the floor.

Frollo grabbed Nicéphore tighter, placing his open mouth over the head of the man's cock, letting the thrusts scrape his teeth back and forth as Frollo's tongue swirled over the head.

Nicéphore stayed still allowing Frollo to do as he pleased as he deepened his kiss with Clopin both of their tongues almost dancing, fighting for dominance. Nicéphore reached forward and ran his hands over Clopin's chest rubbing one of his nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Clopin moaned and arched his back pushing against the man's hand as he thrust harder into Frollo.

Clopin sped up his thrusts before pushing in hard and paused. He pulled out and rammed back in, pausing a few seconds. He repeated a few more times before picking up his rhythm again.

Clopin's harder thrusts drove Nicéphore's cock deeper down Frollo's throat, who nearly choked. Frollo moved his hands to Nicéphore's hips, pushing him back slightly, but it was too late. Clopin's hard thrusts jerked Frollo forward so hard his teeth dug into Nicéphore's cock.

Afraid, Frollo pushed as hard as he could and pulled his mouth away, hanging his head.

Nicéphore cried out in pain as the man bit down on him. Nicéphore slapped him across the face and rubbed his now sore cock.

All Frollo could do was move his hands away form the offended gypsy and await further punishment.

Nicéphore gripped Frollo's hair tightly and entered his mouth again.

"If you bite me again I swear..." He said. The other gypsy that had held him stroked his own cock next to them as he held the whip in Frollo's view in his free hand.

Obediently, Frollo went back to sucking the head of Nicéphore's cock. Desperately, his mouth pulled at the wet tip, his tongue poking out slightly between the the shaft and his lips.

He put his hands back on Nicéphore to prevent any more accidents, his thumbs brushing the gypsy's balls.

Clopin grabbed Frollo around the chest and pulled him onto his lap, the angle driving his cock in further. Another gypsy came forward and crouched down, taking Frollo's cock in his mouth, stroking himself.

Frollo shrieked, he would feel both himself throbbing inside the gypsy's hot mouth and Clopin throbbing inside of him. Nicophere moved to stand over the other gypsy, pushing the tip of his cock between Frollo's small lips.

As Frollo pursed his lips over the head, Nicophere took Frollo's hand and set it on his shaft, curling his fingers around it, and showing his how to move his hand back and forth.

Clopin was close but he wanted the minister before him to cum first. He continued thrusting, his sac hitting the mans ass with every thrust. He felt an amazing amount of pleasure as another gypsy came up behind him and ran his hands over Clopin's body.

Nicophere grabbed Frollo's hair viciously suddenly and forced the minister's head back as Mortimer, the gypsy below Frollo, his mouth still around the base of Frollo's cock, grabbed his waist and pulled him forward.

Nicophere grabbed his cock around Frollo's hand and groaned as he sprayed cum on the minister's emaciated chest. He covered Frollo's mouth before the man could voice his surprise.

Bending down with his other hand on the man between Frollo's legs, Nicophere pressed his mouth to Frollo's nipple, suckling the cum fiercely off the teat.

Mortimer sucked the minister harder, lapping at his cock with his tongue and moving from head to base and back in a steady fast rhythm. He moaned making a small vibration as the minister hit the back of his throat and repeated this movement.

Clopin moaned. "Cum already!" Clopin said, now frustrated at the man before him.

Seemingly on command, Frollo's whole body shook. For a virgin, he'd lasted longer than Clopin had expected, but finally the work had paid off. Nicophere and Mortimer gripped him hard as he squirmed under their grasp as his spine tried to arch as far as it would go and his ass clenched hard around Clopin's cock.

Mortimer's mouth was flooded with hot cum. This whole experience was a first for Frollo and through the euphoric cloud in his mind he wondered what had happened at first.

As Nicophere moved to Frollo's other nipple, a long string of cum dangling from the erect tip, Mortimer's mouth left Frollo's shrinking cock. His tongue swiped around the tip and Frollo was left to a sudden wave of cold, the effect making the watching gypsies giggle.

Mortimer stood, bracing himself with his hands on Nicophere's shoulders and pressed his lips to Frollo's, pushing them open and Frollo was had hims own cum forced into his mouth.

Frollo tried to pull away from the bitter taste and unfamiliar texture assaulting his mouth, but Nicophere's hand hand moved to his neck and cruelly forced him into Mortimer's kiss.

Clopin moaned at the feeling of Frollo clenching around him, almost crying out as pleasure wracked his whole body and he came violently into the minister. Clopin continued to thrust as the shock of his orgasm died down.

Frollo was forced to swallow the mouthful of cum as Mortimer's tongue pushed it all past the minister's teeth. Mortimer pulled away once Frollo had downed it all.

He allowed Nicophere to lap up the last of the cum off Frollo's collarbone. Nicophere slipped his hand down Mortimer's pants, stroking him for a few seconds before giving the other man a chance for fun.

Clopin had yet to pull out of the minister and Mortimer grinned conspiratorially at him. Mortimer bent down, taking Frollo's small cock in his hands, slowly playing with it, waiting for the fun to begin again.