Fandom: All Elite Wrestling
Rating: 18+
Pairing: Claudio Castignoli/Orange Cassidy, Wheeler Yuta/Orange Cassidy
Additional Tags: Rape, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Injury
Summary: The last step of inducting Yuta into the BSS is to break down his heroes, and show him that weakness will not be tolerated.
Original Date Of Publication: December 1, 2023
Notes: An AEW Kinkmeme prompt fill.
This is all they want, Orange hopes. He glares up at Wheeler, the little traitor, as he feeds him his cock. There was a time when Wheeler didn't need to get a bunch of pain junkies to strip Orange and tie his hands behind his back for a blowjob. If he says he likes it better this way, that's a lie. His fingers used to card through Orange's hair or stroke the scruff of his jaw while he sucked him off. He wonders how long it'll be before his new friends find that soft underbelly and rip him apart, just like this.
Orange doesn't give them the pleasure of watching him fight. He bobs his head mechanically, just business, getting it over with. The rest of the Blackpool Combat Club seem convinced that they've gotten some big humiliating win over on him, though, cheering Wheeler to fuck his face, give it to him harder; alternately heckling Orange. The saliva dripping down his chin, the pink in his cheeks. Whatever. Wheeler's so silent, he must be biting his tongue so they don't hear his cute, extremely un-threatening moans. The ones that Chuck used to go nuts for.
"Come down his throat, kid," Moxley urges from the sidelines. "Make him swallow it."
Wheeler's hand is on his head, so they cheer again when Orange sucks him down to the root, of his own volition. That does finally get a sound out of him, a choked little bark that he barely cuts off before it can turn into a whine. Fuck it. He'll make a real effort here. It's all the same anyway. He lets his eyes slip closed and his movements become fluid, leaving no doubt who's actually in charge of this blowjob. It's all the same. The same cheers and jeers, calling Orange a slut, deluding themselves into thinking Wheeler somehow broke his brain by half-heartedly fucking his face. He struggles to take Orange's languid rhythm and make it as brutal as is expected from him in this pathetic little initiation. Orange retaliates by curling the tip of his tongue under his crown, his weakest spot. He doesn't get to come down his throat after all. That's enough to yank him over the edge and spurt over Orange's tongue instead as he suckles on the tip.
Wheeler finally seems to grow a pair, then. He grips him by the chin and growls, "Swallow."
Orange spits up at him without a moment of hesitation. Wheeler jerks back, but the mouthful of his own spunk still lands in his beard and on his chest. His face reddens. Orange smirks at the chorus of grade school "ooooh"-ing, right up until Bryan kicks him in the back and forces him down to the floor. He grinds his sole into Orange's spine, leaning his full weight between his shoulderblades.
"Now, this is a perfect learning opportunity for both of you."
Great. A teaching moment.
"The BCC doesn't let disrespect slide. And when other methods don't work to punish, we have Claudio."
That's... Somewhat of a surprise. Out of anyone, Orange would have pegged Mox as the big ugly stick used to beat down their enemies. But like a loyal dog, Claudio steps forward, a smug, amused smile already on his face. He regards Orange with a nod, then moves around to kneel and take Bryan's place behind him. Orange hears a zipper, then feels his cock drop, hefty, on his lower back. And his chest goes tight and hot with fear.
"I'm sorry," Orange blurts out, automatically. "Yuta, I'm sorry. Please. Listen to me."
Claudio chuckles and pats his hip. "No, you're not sorry yet."
The vicious girth of him rubs between Orange's cheeks, against his tailbone. Still a little soft, but already massive. Even for somebody Claudio's size, the proportions are pure porno. Wheeler can't even look. Now and then their eyes will meet for a second, because Wheeler's dart around uncomfortably, and Orange's stay fixed on him. But he can't look at what he's allowing to happen on his behalf. A bottle of lube being passed down. Claudio slathering it along his length. Not a drop is offered to loosen Orange up. He rubs his chest raw thrashing on the floor as Claudio lines up and starts shoving the fat head of his dick against his tightly clenched hole. This time, Moxley is the one to hold him down.
"The sooner you let him in, the sooner it'll be over. C'mon. You never fought me this much."
You're half his size, Orange tries to hiss, but that brief distraction gives Claudio the tiny bit of leeway he needed to finally penetrate him. And he screams instead. It all feels so unreal all of a sudden. A deep, ripping pain he couldn't have imagined. Claudio forces his whole massive length up his ass at once and he feels a gut-wrenching pop along the edge of his rim.
"No!" Orange wails, kicking behind himself desperately to try and dislodge Claudio. It doesn't do him any good, serving only to jostle him inside and stretch him further in new and painful directions. He gets one of Orange's ankles pinned under his own, and slaps his ass for giving him trouble.
"You want to behave, Orange," he sighs, as if he's wrangling a child throwing a tantrum. "You know I can always make this hurt much more."
And he does. Just to prove his point. Claudio follows the snail trail of blood up his taint and to the tear in his skin, and he digs his thumbnail into the raw flesh. Orange howls.
"I'm SORRY, what do you WANT from me?!"
Mox laughs. Claudio and Bryan join in. Orange dissolves into wordless sobs as Claudio starts fucking him, rubbing and pulling and widening his wound.
"This is what we want. You're going to learn respect, and Wheeler is going to learn how frail and weak he would have turned out if he'd kept following you."
Orange looks up through teary eyes just in time to see Bryan snake an arm around Wheeler's waist. Wheeler looks stiff. A little green in the face, even. And now he can't stop watching. Not with Bryan so close, keeping an eye on him. Top dog, almighty leader Bryan who called for this punishment to begin with, who would surely turn it on Wheeler if he dared to step out of line. Even through his own agony, the thought makes Orange sick. He's the paper they're writing their letter on: "if you don't do as we say, we'll break you too."
Claudio's thrusts melt together into a consistent sting-burning after some time. The scent of iron is thick and nauseating. Orange's thighs are tacky with blood. The crease of his groin sticks and peels apart anytime he shifts. The boot on his back lifts, but he doesn't try to escape, his arms are numb, hands curled like claws. They won't move. He can't breathe, can't get control of his breathing, his chest is on fire. He slaps the ground uselessly, trying to knock some feeling back into his extremities. Looking up at his captors for help with owlish, bloodshot eyes.
Two grinning faces. One grimace masquerading. Moxley and Bryan have Wheeler sandwiched between them. They're jerking themselves off, and somehow managed to bully their young boy into another erection too. Moxley works himself left-handed, clumsy, while giving Wheeler all the attention of his right. Orange can't hear them over his own rabbit pulse, but Bryan's whispering something in his ear, the snake he is. He does hear Wheeler moan, though, cutting through all the noise. The kind he'd know anywhere, with the coy lip nibble and everything. Bryan grins and pushes him forward.
"Mark him," Claudio encourages him. There's a rough edge to his voice. He's close, too. "Show him what he's good for, Wheeler."
Wheeler nods, looking straight through Orange, somewhere else. And it infuriates him, even through the pain and despair. What's so horrible for him that he gets to check out? He's not the one with his ass ripped open. He grabs Wheeler's ankle as soon as he comes, anchoring him back in reality.
"Look at me," he rasps.
Look at what you're doing. Who you're doing this to. Look at the carnage you've created. The horror in Wheeler's eyes and his face blanching almost make the fresh cum on his face worth it.
Claudio finishes, finally. His fingers bruise Orange's hips. Bryan and Moxley get each other off, painting his face and back as well.
Wheeler lingers, after they've left Orange in a puddle of his own blood, sweat and tears, shed just to send a message. Slowly, Orange curls up on his side. His eyelids are heavy. He's exhausted. He can't be bothered to get up and clean himself yet. But he looks up at Wheeler, who looks like he wants to say something but can't.
"I'm sorry I wasn't good enough for you."
Orange still isn't really sorry. He just knows the words will hurt him, and that's all he can do right now.
Wheeler opens his mouth. Claudio comes back for him and claps a hand on his shoulder, smiling like nothing's happened.
"Come, we're going out."
There's still a steel edge in his eyes. The squeeze to his shoulder is a warning, not a comfort. Wheeler knows this now. He swallows thickly and turns his back on Orange. For the last time.
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