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Fallen from Heaven

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Azulfo

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Client: https://www.f-list.net/c/azu%20asami

“Aaaaaiiiiiieeee!"

Azu Asami was not the kind of angel who stayed out of trouble. Maybe that should have been so for the eighteen-year-old, but his eyes were wide as he tumbled from the clouds, the harp that he'd been playing flying from his hands, never to be seen again. As much as his small wings flapped and flapped, there simply seemed to be no end at all to his fall, head over heels, around and around.

His long, pure white hair, flailed around him, but he had tumbled down all the same, out of control, dressed lightly in a barely-there bra and panties that hardly covered everything. That was the least of it for Azu, squealing as the tumbled down, though the sexual deviants of the world that he had fallen into, well… They wouldn't know otherwise, concerning his angel status. Wings? Hah! Those could be played off as a costume and in a land that didn't care about him or his wellbeing, he was simply something to be used.

Things changed, his soft, innocent smile changing after his first fuck. And the next and the next, shifting, changing, though his light build and delicate body remained, the moderate length of his shaft not something that usually got any attention. That wasn't what Azu liked as he roamed the red light district, making a living (or something close to it) by selling his body for sex. Being that nudity was not seen as taboo or a breaking of innocence to angels (or demons too, for that matter, even though he didn't have much to do with that side of society, no), it was not something that bothered him, even though it was not at all angelic in any way.

No… He may have been seduced and darkened by the world outside heaven where he had lived before, but things had changed and it was time for Azu to meet it all head-on.

He fled, bare feet pounding the pavement, though there was nowhere he could go, his heart beating too quickly, so quickly, fluttering like a bird. Away, away – he had to get away! It wasn't that he didn't want sex, of course not, but the guys pursuing him, wow… There were so many of them! The angel panted, eyes wide and wild, even though his body ached and burned for all they had to give him. Azu simply didn't know how he could handle them all at once. Maybe he shouldn't have teased them so much in the bar?

But, no, of course not: it was not his fault. It was hard for the little angel to think that it was at all his fault, his bunny ears bobbing along, little cottontail twitching. They thought he was in cosplay and had tugged at both his ears and tail, which had made him squeal.

Yet it was not his choice as he was forced around a corner by what had once been a busy bus station but had fallen into crude disrepair over time. It was rough and it was run ragged, his chest tight as he backed up into the old bathroom, a neon light flickering above him.

In Azu's mind…it was somewhere to hide. To the men who pursued him, it was somewhere that he could be taken and abused without anyone hearing his cries. It was not that Azu would not like a bit of it, after all.

“There's the slut…"

The angel whimpered and cowered, wings tucked down around his sides, shivering where he hid. He was as scantily dressed as ever, his small bulge showing through his thong, though the pink mesh shirt that cut off under his pectoral muscles (though they were small) was not designed to hide anything. His body and get-up were intended to draw in and tantalise those that wanted to be with him, though Azu had never had it, not so far, that it had not been his choice.

“Pretty little boi-whore…"

Not a boy, Azu wanted to say, as the man unzipped his pants, dragging out the meaty length of his cock. He whimpered and turned away, though they all dragged him out into the middle of the dimly lit bathroom, hard, cracked tiles pressing up against his knees. It did him no good.

It was never going to do him any good.

A cock was shoved into his mouth, forcing him to gag, howling, screaming, though Azu could not get away: there was simply no one to go. Guys surrounded him, crowding in, leaving Azu with no space at all to see any exit, let alone anything of the dirty, grimy public bathroom that may or may not have been public use. However, he was most certainly there for free use and public use at that time, for how they took him brutally.

“Arck!"

He hacked and gagged as the cock crudely crammed into the back of his throat, no one there caring one bit about his pleasure, not at all. He was something to be used, no one even knowing that he was an angel, grunting around that thick, musky length as it ground over his tongue.

It was no blessing to him that the guy was quick to cum, flooding his mouth with spurts of seed, though most of it ended up smeared across his face. Azu coughed, bending forward, though no sooner had his hands hit the floor before another guy was lining up his cock with his arse, barely even pulling down his jeans enough to get his dick out. He didn't need to reveal more of his body than that, not even as Azu's thong was roughly and crudely ripped away.

“Ahhhhh!"

His scream was high-pitched, though sealed away by another cock grinding into his throat, slamming in deep and hard. Double-teamed from both ends, he shuddered, giving in a little to his abuse, his arse not ready for such rude penetration.

His body, however small it was, accepted it. There was a slap to his arse, his flesh jiggling, the others laughing, cries of mirth at his abuse bouncing off the walls.

“Fucking little whore."

“Slut like him is asking for it."

He didn't think that, didn't think that at all, the room filling with more and more. Word seemed to have gotten around as to what was going on in there, more and more wanting to use him, for they could text and call as easily as they could use him, every guy hustling and hankering for a piece of his flesh above all else. They didn't care for him, bruising his lips and cheeks, grinding in, their huffing, heaving pants searing through him, the musical backdrop to a liaison that Azu wished with every last bit of his body that he could just get out of.

His arse ached, muscles clenching, his glutes tight, though not even putting an arch into his back made things less seedy and less dirty. It was always going to be like that for Azu, heaving, grunting, not sounding like himself at all as his arse, once again, was slapped, his soft flesh jiggling. There was little muscle to speak of there, but Azu had never been meant to be physically impressive as his face was smeared with cum, a second cock spurting and marking his face, filthy seed coating his mouth and lips.

“Take it all, you little slut…"

“Yeah, you're gagging for it…"

Azu moaned, eyes closed, trying to take his mind somewhere else. Yes, it had been wrong to tease them, so very wrong, yet there was nothing in that moment that he could do to change things. He just wanted to be back in heaven, anywhere else, to be himself again, away from the randy debauchery of the world that he felt that he had been dumped into. It was no place for him, even if he enjoyed the sexual side of it, not when he was slammed into and forced open against his will.

Another cock in his arse spurted, filling him, though they were quick to swap him, to pass him around. Tally marks were started on his backside, though his arms were pinned up over his head as he was slammed against the wall, wrists held high while someone much taller than him crouched to grind into his backside. Their dick was bigger still, straining him open, though no amount of gasping and pleading, squeezing tears from his eyes, would get him to stop.

Azu was lost, though even he did not understand the grossness that was to come, the humiliation of it. For his body did not only need to be used sexually as they pounded him, laughing, their mocking calls echoing off the walls.

“Take him hard."

“Damn, he's a real whore."

“Heard he's fucked everyone over here."

“Whores like that always have it coming."

Their insults of him were hardly the most original but there was nothing else that needed to be said, the deep ache up in his arse spreading. Azu panted, open-mouthed, though he didn't even bother to cry out anymore, his soft cock bouncing and wobbling. He hadn't even gotten hard, not even as his prostate was ground over – something that should have stimulated his body, even if it was a bit on the rough side. It should have been nice but it was not, not as he strained to take in ragged breaths, heaving and panting, though he could only suck in what he could when there wasn't a cock in his mouth. Pinned to the wall was one of the few times where his arse was stuffed and his mouth was not.

Azu grunted, ducking his head, his arse fucked and fucked until someone else climaxed inside him in a sloppy cream-pie. Dazed and hazy, he was even coming to accept his fate as thick, sloppy cum marked his skin, slumping to the tile floor, though he didn't have the strength to prop himself up.

“Damn, when you gotta go…"

No one stopped the man from shoving his dick in Azu's mouth, but he came back to life as piss rather than cum flooded his mouth, heaving and gagging, flailing, recoiling in abject disgust. And yet his head was held down as he was mocked and humiliated, stinking urine smeared across his cheek, splattering down his chest.

Azu whimpered, trying to clamp his mouth shut, turning away, though there was nowhere that he could go to, not as his abuse ramped up further. He was slammed onto his back, his legs bent up so that his arse was available, though a butt shoved in his face could not bode anything well for him. Hairs tickled his face even as he strained to push away, but the first smear of excrement filthily painting his cheek and neck was the icing on top of the dirty cake.

It was wrong, all wrong, so very wrong. Even if he had never meant to fall into that world, he yearned to be anywhere else but there. There was an endless stream of men flooding the bathroom and he sobbed and whimpered, barely aware of what was pain and what was humiliation. His arse, at least, was sloppy and loose around the cocks fucking him, though it was almost more embarrassing that he'd opened up so easily for them, despite it all being against his will. Azu faltered, hacking and gagging on the thick, overwhelming stench of scat. Maybe he was just a slut asking for it…

Yet he was not to blame and he could never be to blame – not when it had been them that had stormed in on him, all to take advantage. Scat smeared across his face, down his neck, used as a living toilet, urine splashing into his mouth. The hardness of the tiles pressing up against his back no longer dominated his attention as someone squatted over him, even though there were still broken but somewhat functional toilets in the old bathroom to use.

“Fucking slut…"

“You deserve this, toilet-whore."

No… No, he was not that, but there was nought that he could do as another cock climaxed in his arse, filling him with a messing of cream, the overload of semen in his backside spilling over as he grunted and twisted, straining, fighting. Yet no matter how hard Azu thought he was fighting, he could not stop them from staining and defiling his body further with filth, two men laughing crudely as they stood on either side of him to piss all over his body.

That was worse than merely being fucked, even if the corner of his lips was sore, his arse aching in a bad way, despite his body trying to take what it could from the moment. He rolled his head back and forth until someone squatted and jammed their cock-tip into his mouth, pissing directly onto his tongue as he was washed down in the rancidness of stark urine. Azu coughed and whimpered and thought that he was begging for relief, for mercy, though not even he could tell whether any of that was true or not. His throat was sore, so sore, his body run ragged, heaving, grunting, panting, doing all that he could simply to retain some sense of himself.

And yet that was harder than he had ever thought that it could be. They yanked him up onto his knees, arms dragged behind his back, laughing raucously, though the lot of them were not as drunk as he might have liked them to be. Azu knew how to deal with drunks, flapping his wings lightly, even though they didn't know that his wings were real, assuming that their flopping and flapping was merely from his body being hauled about as if the little angel was nothing more than a dead weight.

“Please… No…"

He could beg all he liked but he was still shoved face down into a fresh pile of shit, the men calling out insults, spitting and readying themselves for more, as they used his body to wipe up the filth from the floor. Brown streaks marred his skin and Azu let out a whimpering sob, shaking his head, turning away, though more feats of resistance had been taken from him already, so very sadly. His lips were no longer his own as piss trickled over them, barely aware of how his body was situated. What was up and what was down anymore? All the angel knew was that his body was a shit rag, something that could be used to mop up their piss and scat, used and abused even as someone took pleasure in spanking his arse too.

They didn't rough up his mouth too much with shit as they still wanted to use his holes, holding him up between two bodies as if he was in a wheelbarrow position, his legs back and around the hips of another, facing down. Or, at least, he would have been facing down if not for the fact that his mouth was crammed full of a length of cock. It was harder for them to smear him in scat, though he was already well-marked by it, in such a position, but left him perfectly posed, filled from both ends, to be used as a piss-toilet.

“Cover him all up, boys…"

They laughed and they mocked, confident in their power and dominance over him, even if it had been stolen. Azu whimpered, hacking and gagging, his arse straining around the cock in his backside, arms flailing, though someone was holding him up by his shoulders. His muffled cries fell on deaf ears as his lips flapped and flapped, straining, screaming, taken so brutally that there was nowhere, not even in the deepest, darkest reaches of his own mind, that he could retreat to.

He was there to stay, piss trickling over him, the hot splashes feeling cruder and rougher than ever before, panting, heaving, trying to find some solace in it. Yet Azu could do nothing as he was brutally dropped, not even allowed to catch himself. He had not even realised that they'd cum in his arse and mouth again, coughing up semen which had gone down the wrong pipe.

For his final humiliation, with the flickering, buzzing lighting strips above, he was pinned down on the ground, scat excreted from crude behinds and rubbed unceremoniously into his wings, staining and marking the pretty feathers. Yet there was nothing pretty about them as scat smeared into them, so deeply that Azu sobbed, doubting that he would ever entirely get the stains out. But that was the life and the fact of being a living toilet, something that his abusers would forget about by the next morning, drunk and high, but something that would linger with Azu forever.

Even his shaft was not shaft, half-hard from forced stimulation as they had tried to get him hard, on his back, panting, shivering, too many sensations crowding in on one another, fighting for precedence.

“Heh, he'll feel that in the morning…"

“Leave the slut. He ain't gonna tell anyone about this, are you, whore?"

Azu grunted, shaking his head, wings quivering. He was on his knees, sitting on his butt as they splayed around him, scat even rubbed into his hair. He no longer had the strength in him to lift his wings, drooping sadly to either side of him. The stench of piss wrapped around him, though even that was not enough to overrule the pungent reek of scat, his clothes torn off, hanging from him in shreds, even though the angel could not quite remember exactly when that had happened.

Still, they were not done with him, one final humiliation remaining.

It didn't matter that he was done, body aching, beaten, his arse bruised and raw from the slaps of so many hands and hips on his backside. It was not as if he had had any say in it. They tied him up, bent over at the waist as if he had been facing the wall prior, to the urinal, his arse in the air, his scat smeared face forced to watch as they abused him. The tally marks covered his entire arse, some running off with how much filth had been rubbed into his skin. Horrifying words covered his skin, though his eyes were too blurry to read what was even in his line of sight, head borne down into the floor.

Slut.

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Whore.

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Fuck hole.

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Insert dick here!

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Cock sucker.

Free use.

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He whimpered, trembling faintly, urine trickling down his face, soaking into his hair. The world was a darker one than even he had realised… But there was nothing Azu could do about it.

Having fallen from heaven had landed him in shit…literally.