There's a Lot of Monsters, Huh?

Pairing: Ignis / Noctis / Gladio / Prompto 

Rating: Explicit 

Tags: Dubcon, Foursome, rough sex, size difference, blowjob, mind break, anal sex 

Summary: Ignis, Gladio and Noctis make good use of Prompto after a day spent hunting monsters 

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There was a code that the three of them used to let him know he needed to get ready for a rough night. It was their way of subtly telling him that it would be in his best interest to make sure he thoroughly showered and prepared himself – not that they’d hold themselves back or go easy on him if he didn’t get a chance to get ready. Noctis was the one who came up with it. As they were hanging out in the Regalia, waiting for Ignis to return with some much needed supplies, Noctis, in the backseat with Gladio, as usual, was quietly watching him playfully flirt with Cindy for a few moments before leaning over the median to grin at him in the kind of way that he immediately recognized. The code word might’ve not been in place yet but that spark blazing in Noctis’s eyes was something he intimately knew – a look that said ‘I’m going to have you begging for mercy before midnight and near comatose by the time the sun raises’. Prompto froze up, heat flooding into his face, blood surging down to his crotch, causing his cock to stiffen and grow.

“The monsters are gonna come out in full force tonight, huh?” Noctis rasped, a sly smirk on his pale face.

“H-Huh?” Prompto could only gawk at him.

Monsters in that area were usually out in full force every night. Considering that they hadn’t been talking about anything even remotely close to monsters, it was a bizarre statement that just came out of nowhere. Even Gladio was obviously a little confused by this sudden declaration but as Noctis leaned back in his seat, he shot him a look that they shared for a beat then Gladio snorted, laughed, shook his head and turned back to his book, still chuckling to himself. Prompto was half-tempted to ask him what that was all about but he was scared to find out. When they shared a secret amongst themselves, it usually didn’t go well for him.

And it hadn’t. Despite Ignis insisting on them saving money, they got a hotel that night. Red flag number one. The room ended up being at the very end of the line, with their only neighbor being an unoccupied space. Red flag number two. Ignis, Noctis and Gladio were being even more grabby and aggressive than usual – he had gotten his ass, crotch and ass fondled multiple times by all three of them on their way there. Red flag number three. By the first one, he had known something was up but still didn’t dare ask. Questioning them would probably only end up with him being fucked on the side of the road again.

He got his answer as soon as the door was closed behind them. No, they didn’t even wait until the door was closed. Ignis was in the process of closing it when Gladio grabbed him. He was facedown on the bed before he could blink, his pants roughly wrenched down and off over his boots, exposing his ass. A panicky cry rose to his lips. He only just barely bit it back. Curling his fingers into the thin blanket, he squeezed his eyes tightly closed. A nauseating combination of terror and wanting heat curdled in his belly. The heat intensified when Gladio crawled up onto top of him, his significantly heavier body pushing him down into the mattress. A very big, very hard, very hot something slipped between his plush cheeks, teasingly brushing over his hole. Prompto swallowed against the sudden dryness in his throat. Only good thing about this position was that it was hiding how hard he was already. If they could see that he was erect, he’d have to deal with them mocking him on top of knowing what was coming. Gladio pumped his hips a couple times, squeezing the globes of his ass together around his cock. Laughing low in his throat, he leaned down to teasingly nip at the back of Prompto’s neck, pulling a sharp gasp and tremble out of him.

“Hang on there, big guy.” Noctis laughed, “We’re going to have to get him a little bit ready. I don’t wanna have to stop halfway through to heal his ripped ass.”

Prompto whimpered. Tears welled up in the corner of his eyes. His legs twitched as a desperate desire to escape tore through him. He largely ignored that desire, leaving it to fade any into oblivion as Gladio let out an annoyed sigh but relented, leaning back to let Ignis, already armed with a bottle of lube, to swoop in. Ignis straddled Prompto’s back, facing Gladio, who spread open his plump cheeks to reveal his twitching hole. He shuddered, inhaling sharply, as long, slender fingers, drenched with lube, pressed to his hole. Without a hint of gentleness, Ignis shoved a finger inside him. As usual, the prep process went far too quickly – after all, the agenda wasn’t to make sure he enjoyed it but that he wasn’t injured by being repeatedly fucked throughout the night. It hurt…at first but for the minute or so that Ignis was prepping him, the pain quickly faded, replaced with a thrumming heat that he both hated…and was coming to love. Prompto buried his face in the blanket, squirming and writhing underneath the combined weight of Ignis and Gladio. They had done this so much since the first time Ignis had forced himself on him…weeks? Months? He couldn’t remember – it felt like a lifetime ago. His body was adjusting…no, that was the wrong word.

Addicted. That was a far better descriptor. Despite them making minimal effort to prepare him, despite how much it hurt when they first started, he was always drowning in pleasure by the time they were finished with him. It was becoming harder and harder to fight against that ecstasy; harder to give a foundation to the desire to escape, to break free, to make them stopping by begging, clawing, screaming – whatever he could that might convince them to finally come to their senses. The more nights he spent like this, pinned underneath them, his hole being forcibly stretched open, the less he was able to fight – against them, against the pleasure, against the gnawing need to submit, to bow his head and open his mouth, his legs so they could use him however they wanted. He hated it…he hated it so much that he could scream…but the only sounds he could make were breathy moans, his hips wriggling and rolling against his will, urging Ignis’s in even deeper.

“There.” Ignis said, pulling his fingers out and giving one of Prompto’s cheeks a hard slap, causing him to squeak louder, “He should be good to go. He’s all yours.”

“Finally.” Gladio laughed, also spanking Prompto’s ass, though significantly harder than Ignis. There was going to be a handprint of his cheek later.

Ignis moved off of Prompto’s back. He had barely moved out of the way before Gladio’s large hands were wrapping around his thin hips, yanking him up off the bed. Gladio set him on his hands and knees, shoving his legs apart so he was better balanced. Noctis hopped up onto the bed, crawling over to kneel in front of him. Smiling slyly, a bright spot of red dyeing each cheek, he shoved his pants down, allowing his already hard cock to bounce free. A dismaying bolt of heat sizzled down Prompto’s spine, heading straight for his cock, at the sight of it. Sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, tears clinging to his eyelashes, Prompto was given just enough time to pull a deep breath into his lungs. Digging his blunt nails into Prompto’s skin, Gladio lead the bulbous head of his cock to his barely prepped hole and, without any semblance of gentleness or care, slammed his hips forward, bulldozing through the tight ring of muscle to sink deep into him. A loud cry came rippling out of his throat. His mouth fell open, giving Noctis the in he was waiting for.

Grabbing a handful of Prompto’s hair, he yanked him forward and down, forcing his cock into his stupidly gaping mouth. A shudder rushed through his body, followed by an immense crash of pleasure that set every inch of him alight. He instinctively clamped his lips around Noctis’s length, distantly relieved and dismayed that they had done this so much, his gag reflex didn’t even kick in anymore as Noctis’s large cock pushed down his throat. Even worse…the pleasure boiling in his belly grew even more intense as he was brutally fucked from both ends. Gladio’s massive cock stretched him beyond his limit. Every time he slammed in, Prompto could feel the head of his cock grinding against the bottom of his belly. It was with a cold jolt that he realized…for the first time, there was no pain. It usually took them cumming inside him a couple times before it stopped hurting but…all he could feel was the incredible sensation of Gladio’s huge cock grinding against his insides. His cock was twitching like crazy. Precum poured out of the slit, splattering in a puddle on the blanket. Blood roared in his ears. His head was spinning with a terrifying dizziness that shoved away at all the desperate pleas coming from the edges of his mind to fight this. He was far more addicted to this pleasure than he originally thought. If he gave in, if he let this ecstasy consume him…there would be no coming back for him!

If that thought had crossed his mind a week, maybe even a couple days ago, he might’ve been able to wrench himself free but…he couldn’t find the strength. Good…good, good, good! Being fucked by Gladio’s huge cock felt so good! He was being impaled on Gladio’s massive penis and having his throat fucked by his best friend’s cock, and it felt incredible! He knew he should be fighting this. He knew he should be doing everything in his power to combatant this insidious pleasure but no matter how desperately the rational remnants of his mind tried to scrounge up enough energy to do so, it was immediately battered away by this insane pleasure. Prompto choked out a muffled wail. No…no, no-! They had just started but he-! He was already cumming! Prompto tightly clenched his eyes closed, slamming back against the rise of viciously tingling in his crotch. He didn’t want to cum! He didn’t want to-!

Without warning, Gladio abruptly yanked him back. Noctis’s cock slipped out of his mouth. He could distantly hear him snapping something irritably but whatever it was he was saying was lost to the loud shriek that erupted out of Prompto as he was dragged back and up, Gladio slipping his muscular arms underneath his knees, pinning his legs to his chest and holding him suspended in the air as he cruelly slammed his hips up. His large hands clamped down on the back of his head, forcing it down so he had nowhere to look but his own lewdly swinging cock. This new position pushed him even further down Gladio’s cock. Prompto’s eyes rolled back in his head. His tongue hung outside his gasping mouth. Drool coursed down his chin. His legs flounced uselessly as he was bounced around by the force of Gladio’s thrusts. He squealed and wailed shamelessly, no longer able to even conceive of staying quiet.

GOOD-! GOOD-! IT FELT SO FUCKING GOOD-! BEING FUCKED BY GLADIO’S MASSIVE PENIS FELT SO GOOD-! His insides were being messed up! His stomach was being penetrated by Gladio’s cock! Good-! Good-! He…he couldn’t think straight anymore. He couldn’t resist-! It felt too damn good! There came a raspy laugh from in front of him. Panting raggedly, Prompto dizzily looked up to find Noctis sitting in front of them, watching the show with a smirk on his face. Reaching up, he wrapped a slender hand around Prompto’s cock, jerking him off in time with Gladio’s thrusts. Prompto shrieked gleefully. His penis felt so good-! His cock was melting-! Cum-! Cum-! Cumming-! He was gonna-!

“About time.” Noctis laughed again, getting to his feet, still jerking Prompto off, “Was wondering when this lewd slut would finally give in and accept that he’s nothing but a cock hungry whore. You kept us waiting way too long, Prompto.”

“S-Sor…sorry-!” Prompto gasped. That’s right…that’s the only reason why he would enjoy this so much. This was his natural state – being held down, legs forcibly spread, stuffed full of a gorgeous cock, squeezing and milking it to make it cum. That was his purpose, wasn’t it? A wide, dizzy grin spread across his face. That’s right, that’s right. That’s why this felt so good-! Because he was finally fulfilling his purpose!

“About all he’s good for.” Ignis commented from his spot on the sofa. He was lazily masturbating, his bespectacled gaze focused intently on Prompto, “To be a toilet to those stronger and better than him.”

“We should’ve started this a long time ago.” Gladio grunted, “Kind of mad that I never got a chance to fuck him while he was in high school.”

“We’ll make up for lost time.” Ignis replied off-handedly, “For now, let’s make the best of tonight. I have a feeling that he’ll return back to his deceitful self when morning comes.”

“Probably.” Noctis slid his hand up to cruelly squeeze the head of Prompto’s cock, “You listening, Prompto? Even if you try to deny it in the morning, nothing is going to change the fact that you’re our personal toilet – nothing more than a hole for us to use to relieve ourselves.”

“Yes-!” Prompto gasped happily. He wouldn’t forget this feeling in the morning. There was no way he could. No matter what he tried to convince himself when he came back to full consciousness, there was no denying this incredible pleasure of finally accepting who…or rather, what he was.