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A Night of Debauchery
Trelawny and Arthur go out for a date, but Arthur seems to have something different in mind.

The town was bright, loud, and, Trelawny would daresay, vivacious. Everywhere one looked there was a large group of rowdy, probably drunk men, or a love-struck couple that strolled like nothing existed but them, or showmen who took to the streets when nobody came to see their indoor performances.
It was rather the perfect atmosphere for a date, and with anyone else Trelawny would have been rather ecstatic, but with Arthur by his side, all he could think about was how many people were around, and if they were preoccupied enough to not notice a man moaning in public like a whore.
Arthur had propositioned Trelawny not a month ago, and Trelawny, having been quite enchanted by the gruff outlaw, had readily agreed to the offer of a quiet walk at night.
Trelawny had lost his virginity that night. Arthur had grabbed him without warning when they were a little ways from the camp, torn off his many layers of clothing, and fucked him roughly against a tree even as Trelawny blushed like a tomato and tried to ignore the sight of Arthur's massive cock plunging in and out of the magician's tight hole. Trelawny just barely managed to retain consciousness, and he had spent the entire return trip swatting Arthur's hand as it not-so-subtly slipped beneath Trelawny's coat (the only intact piece of clothing he had at that time) and tried to fondle his well-defined abs. Arthur's grin only seemed to widen as Trelawny's blush deepened. He wasn't, by any means, a bashful or prudish man, but the way Arthur so aggressively and confidently approached fucking Trelawny was a bit nerve-wracking, to be honest.
Then, early into the morning following that harrowing night, Arthur slipped into Trelawny's tent, forced a gag into his mouth ("to cover your screams, I know you don't want the rest of the camp to know what a slut you are," Arthur explained as if he were doing Trelawny a massive favor), and forced him to orgasm ten times in a row. However much he tried to forget, Trelawny could still vividly recall the utterly shameless scene - Arthur, one hand firmly planted in Trelawny's trembling ass while the other teased at his peaked nipples, and Trelawny, arching his muscled body helplessly, come covering his rigid abs and pectorals, his lithe body an absolute mess of sweat, come, and tears. At the very least, Arthur had had the decency to clean the place up after he was done (and by done, Trelawny meant after he had passed out with another silent plea for Arthur to stop).
Things had continued similarly for a whole month, with Arthur taking any chance he could to get Trelawny alone and isolated so he could absolutely wreck him against his will, molest and violate him until he had no more feeling in his legs.
Then, Arthur had asked Trelawny if he would like to have another date with him. Trelawny had uncomfortably declined, citing another vague event he had to attend, and Arthur had responded rather rudely by pressing him up against a wall, slipping a hand into his pants to grab his cock, and giving him a hand job as his other hand forced Trelawny's hand up against the wall so he couldn't do a single thing to stop Arthur.
So there they were, and Trelawny had, before, thought he would have liked the picture of him and Arthur together, hand in hand, walking through the town. Now that he had arrived there, though, he felt only anxiety and fear, constantly wondering when and where Arthur would deign to rape him again.
As it turned out, Arthur was feeling particularly charitable tonight, as he waited until they had walked into an alley before turning around and roughly demanding that Trelawny divest himself of those "dumb clothes."
Trelawny trembled slightly at the prospect. Arthur had never before asked him to undress himself. The outlaw had always been the one to take his clothes off for him, and it had slightly helped, not being an active participant in his own rape.
Now, though, it seemed Arthur had no intention of allowing Trelawny that luxury anymore. Slowly, hesitantly, Trelawny bent down and gingerly took off his jacket, folding and setting it down onto the ground with a slight wince. With trembling fingers, he unbuttoned his waistcoat, untied his tie, and set them both down onto the jacket. Arthur stared silently at the whole process with dark, unreadable eyes, with only a slight smirk to tell Trelawny that he wasn't displeased and therefore about to take Trelawny without even an attempt of a warning.
He briefly stared at his shirt, thinly covering his well-built body, then took off his shoes and dropped his pants in a few swift moves that suggested he wanted nothing more than to get this over with.
Arthur glared at Trelawny for a few seconds, and the latter flinched and quickly took off his shirt, leaving him in nothing but his boxers.
Several seconds passed. Trelawny made no move to take off his underwear. Arthur gave a big sigh, as if Trelawny had inconvenienced him greatly by refusing to reveal his manhood, and then proceeded to shove Trelawny roughly against the wall. The conman gave an aborted shout, but Arthur quickly covered his mouth and whispered into his ear.
"I'm going to make you come, Trelawny. I'm going to make you come until you're incoherent and blissed-out, until your brains have been completely fucked out and you can't remember anymore why you don't want this. And then-" he spun Trelawny around and nearly pushed his boxers down.
"-Then, I'm going to take me sweet time exploring every inch of your flawless body, licking over every dip and curve, memorizing every freckle and muscle, until there's nothing left for you to hide."
Trelawny couldn't prevent a single sob from escaping his mouth.
"You like that?" Arthur teased maliciously. "You like the idea of me fucking you open and then taking my time to violate every single inch of your body?"
Trelawny couldn't help but shake his head desperately.
"It don't really matter," Arthur said with a chuckle.
"It's happening either way, Trelawny. Spread those legs." Arthur gave one of Trelawny's sculpted legs a hard pat.
Trelawny spread them reluctantly with another sob.