Unrelated 91 Days Oneshots

lessons learned- Don Galassia x Strega, Ronaldo x Strega

NSFW, rape, underage, just generally fucked up things happening to Strega. Oh, and incest, I guess. This was, believe it or not, a gift for someone.

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When it happens, he knows what's going on. He isn't so young that he doesn't understand exactly what his uncle wants with him, and what he's going to do to him. He isn't so young that he doesn't know what it means to be fed these pretty lies to trick him into it, and he isn't so young that he doesn't know what it means to be bent over the desk, the desk he wants to be sitting at- he remembers this, even at a moment like this- and to feel a hand on the back of his neck.

"This is something everyone needs to learn, I think," his uncle says in a carefree tone of voice. It's all bullshit, Strega knows, and there's nothing about this that's really for his benefit, so he inhales and he exhales and he says nothing. "It's important for you. You understand that, don't you?"

He nods, and his uncle laughs softly. "That's right, I thought you would. Now, the most important thing for you to do is relax. If you don't relax, it might be too painful for you to handle, and we don't want that. Of course, it's naturally going to hurt at first, at least a little bit, but you need to learn to try to endure that . Just remember to relax."

The grip on the back of his neck tightens just a bit, to remind him of his position, should he decide too late to try and get smart, but Strega isn't going to do that. He wants to, he wants to, but he keeps his mouth shut and he stares straight ahead, and the grip loosens until his uncle lets go of him completely and starts to get him out of his pants. There are a few moments of relative silence as he remains bent over the desk, his ass out, while his uncle does whatever he needs to get ready.

Taking this time to clear his mind, he decides that he won't think until this is over, and even then, he will only think to the future, the future where he will be the one on top, somehow, some way. He doesn't think about the irony in those words, or anything else, before he clears his mind completely, and that is when he feels one of his uncle's fingers pressing inside of him, slick with some unknown substance.

Relax , he thinks, just like the old man told you to.

It's easy to lose himself in simple thoughts, only commanding himself or reminding himself how to react, and thinking of nothing else. He inhales and he exhales and he does not allow himself to go tense even as his uncle works the finger inside of him and hooks it a few times, causing him to squirm. The man only gives him a little bit of time to adjust to that before he adds a second finger, and it takes a little bit more work to get this one in all the way.

And Strega calmly and quietly takes it, wincing every now and then before remembering to relax , just like he's supposed to . He can endure this , after all, and he can learn just what it is that his uncle is trying to teach him. Whether it is bullshit or not, he can do those things, and even when his uncle begins to scissor the two fingers inside of him, he does not falter. In fact, when he slips a third finger between the two as they are spread, Strega starts to let himself think again, and he thinks that this is not the worst way to be forced into such an act.

Three fingers is all his uncle attempts to manage, and it hurts , he never denies that it hurts like hell, but he can take it. He can take that and, when his uncle slowly pulls his fingers away to replace them with his cock, he knows that he can take this too, and that he can take anything thrown at him. Whatever is necessary, and he starts to believe that this really is something that he needed to learn, even if the lesson is, perhaps, different than his uncle intended.