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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure
  Relationship:
      Steely_Dan/Kujo_Jotaro
  Character:
      Steely_Dan, Kujo_Jotaro
  Additional Tags:
      Humiliation, Overstimulation, Multiple_Orgasms, Oral_Sex, Anal_Fingering,
      Anal_Sex, i_don't_even_know_what_this_is, Jotaro_is_like_17_is_that
      underage, Language_Kink, Is_that_a_thing, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without
      Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-06 Words: 3184
****** Scum ******
by Schediaphilia
Summary
     Steely Dan was the lowest, trashiest, scummiest user they’ve met yet.
     But he honestly couldn’t be this bad, right?
     He was pushed inside the pathetically small room, bumping into the
     bed as he heard a door click and lock.
     It was entirely possible he just wanted privacy when he finished him
     off, so he wouldn’t look like a murderer in the streets, Jotaro
     thought.
     “Strip.”
     Wrong.
Notes
     What is this. I don't understand. How did this happen.
Jotaro scrunched his nose at the bills being waved in front of him.
“See? You’re so helpful, I wouldn’t mind keeping you around.” Dan gave a
sideways glace as he finished his sarcastic monologue. With a frown he kicked a
wall nearby.
“Follow me, dumbass! Dogs like you never learn.”
Jotaro spent a moment composing himself before following Steely Dan, pulling
out his notebook and scrawling hastily.
Dan seemed to be admiring his new influx of payment, and he seemed to
appreciate it much more than the jewelry he had stolen at Jotaro’s expense
earlier.  Jotaro shook his head. He should have known he would’ve tried to put
The Lovers in him, but while he was getting the shit beat out of him? Somehow
he didn’t expect even this scum to be thatscummy.
 
(Tch, asshole.)
“ち, 野郎”
Dan yelled back to Jotaro’s unhidden statement, “What’s that, dumbass? You
think I’m amazing? Glad to hear it!” Surprisingly, Dan didn’t decide to punish
him for what was clearly an insult. Jotaro began wondering how much he could
say when suddenly he felt cloth and heat on his face, causing him to stumble
back.
Dan turned to look at him.
“Don’t you listen? I said we’re here.” Dan sighed in a dramatic manner and
shook his head. Jotaro looked around, not noticing anything in particular to be
Dan’s target. With a jump, Jotaro struggled to get away from the hand on the
back of his head. Dan merely squeezed pulling at the hair as he forcibly turned
the teenager’s head.
“Mo-tel! Don’t they speak English in your shit country?”
Willing himself to remember that for his notes, he considered the building. It
looked as shitty as Dan’s personality was. His confusion must’ve shown as Dan
merely chuckled and pushed him inside.
“What the hell?” Was all Jotaro could muster as he was ushered inside.
Dan smiled but it wasn’t the ones he had been showing earlier. It was somehow
even sleazier than normal and Jotaro grimaced internally. Flinching away at
Dan’s hand on his shoulder, he choked down the impulse to clock the older man
in the gut. His fist clenched twitched when that hand rubbed… In a soothing
manner? What the hell is he doing?  The movements were anything but soothing,
only proving to make Jotaro glare heavily.
“Jotaro, you’ve been very helpful to me, so I’ve decided to reward you.” Jotaro
froze, his mind mulling over the words. Dan seemed to have expected this
response and merely walked forwards and spoke to the attendant and quickly
acquired a key. Dan smiled and flashed his bills once more, “Barely put a dent
in it!”
Jotaro jumped as the attendant spoke out, “Whore! You charge that much?”
There. Was no way. In hell- Before Jotaro’s fist could connect to the old man’s
face he fell back to the ground muttering in broken Japanese. To make his point
more clear Dan slammed his foot harder into the table.
“Ah, I’m sorry. He’s a bit high-class, you know. You call them ‘escorts’ where
I’m from.” Dan admired his money and showed the attendant, “He’s very
profitable. Interested?”
Jotaro quickly decided he’d much rather die than that, standing up and charging
again he changed his target. Dan side-stepped and swung his fist onto the
table.
“Ah, he’s very clumsy. Might be some sort of illness. Or a form of retardation.
But in any case, he has a lovely face.”
“Ah, yes, quite lovely!” The attendant agreed.
“Well, we’ll discuss it more after I pacify him. You understand how sluts are.”
The attendant lit up a toothy grin, showing up yellowed and missing teeth.
Jotaro was only now composing himself and pulling himself off the ground, face
bright red in humiliation. Dan was looming over him in a second and Jotaro
couldn’t react in time as he felt his jacket pulled up. He pulled away at the
hot breath that soon appeared on his neck and found its destination at his ear.
“You either follow me or I let this old man rape you. Got that?” Dan stayed
close for several moments as if to cement in the whisper’s threat. Jotaro
considered his options and decided he wouldn’t mind killing an old man under
these circumstance. However, he couldn’t bring himself to pull away when he was
dragged by the collar down the halls.
Steely Dan was the lowest, trashiest, scummiest user they’ve met yet. But he
honestly couldn’t be this bad, right?
He was pushed inside the pathetically small room, bumping into the bed as he
heard a door click and lock.
It was entirely possible he just wanted privacy when he finished him off, so he
wouldn’t look like a murderer in the streets, Jotaro thought.
“Strip.”
Wrong.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jotaro narrowed his eyes.
“Do it or else my stand goes back to your grandpa.” Dan maintained eye contact,
flicking down in anticipation.
“As you’ve shown numerous times, you’re a dog that won’t mould to training,”
Dan replied almost casually to Jotaro’s face, “I have no choice but to use
unorthodox training methods.”
Jotaro had a feeling he wouldn’t need his notebook to remember this particular
sin in detail as he felt his blood surging. He closed his eyes, shrugging off
his jacket as he wracked his brain for an escape route. If he ran… Dan would
definitely… He growled low, unable to finish the thought.
He nearly felt bile at the satisfied hum from the man watching, swallowing
quickly while hesitantly reaching for the hem of his shirt.
“Mmmm, that’s a good boy.” Instantly his hands clenched to fists, one in his
shirt as he willed himself to lift it.
“Hmmm? Are we shy? How cute.”
He was going to kill him. He was going to absolutely kill him. But as clever as
Jotaro was, he couldn’t think of a way out of this that didn’t endanger anyone
else. With a deep breath and swallowing once more he pushed up without
thinking, hurling it up all at once, realizing he had forgotten his cap as it
dropped to the floor.
He looked down at it as cloth met filthy carpet. His gaze naturally landed on
his enemy’s feet, following up to his face. Disgusted by the look Steely Dan
was giving him, he averted his gaze.
“Ohhh, so you are shy… Lucky for you I have experience in this area.” It was
hard for Jotaro to recognize the words as anything but malicious. He wondered
if he spoke to women to like this and instantly felt empathetic for any past
lovers of Dan’s.
“Turn around.” Jotaro hesitated but then followed the instruction. He only
jumped slightly when he felt hands on his sides, expecting him to approach
after such an instruction but not any less disgusted by the action coming to
fruition. Dan pulled Jotaro surprisingly gently to push him bent over onto the
decently clean bed; as if it was the only thing they bothered cleaning.
He held his breath as hands rubbed up his legs slowly. He flinched away as a
hand rose up to his ass, the other following.
“My, my, you do have such a nice ass… You could certainly sell well after all.”
Dan punctuated his statement by squeezing and rubbing.
“Fuck you!” Jotaro squirmed away only to be pulled back by his pants.
“Now, now, that’ll come soon enough.” Dan laughed to himself, seemingly pleased
by his own joke as Jotaro felt like vomiting. He thought that if he did he’d
aim for Dan’s face.
It was so slow. So agonizingly slow. Dan took his sweet time meandering on the
cloth covered flesh, prodding and rubbing. Finally, but to no relief, his hands
crept up to Jotaro’s front. Dan grunted when he grabbed at the top belt and
sighed.
“That’s right, you wear this stupid fucking get up. Turn around.” Baring his
teeth, Jotaro turned around but didn’t do anything to fight back.
Dan seemed exasperated as he reached towards the top belt and asked loudly,
“Who the fuck wears two belts anyway? Are you that scared of losing your
virginity or something?”
With one belt unclasped Dan looked up at Jotaro’s glaring face.
“Oh relax, it was a joke.” Dan rolled his eyes before working on the lower belt
before pausing as if he had just considered something for the first time.
“There’s no way you’re a virgin anyway, right?” Dan looked up inquisitively, a
shit-eating grin on his face. Jotaro fought with all his might but ultimately
lost the battle due to humiliation, eyes avoiding his elder’s.
There seemed to be a moment of tenseness as Dan smiled to himself, positively
pleased at the revelation. Jotaro felt his pants unbutton and unzip but he
refused to look down. He felt hands reach around the loosened cloth and-
Jotaro gasped at those hands on his ass, kneading. Flesh on flesh was much
worse, Jotaro decided. And worst of all it sort of felt nice. He reasoned it
was akin to a massage but so, so wrong. He couldn’t help the same that rose up
inside him and nor could he help what else rose.
“Mmmm, good boy. Sensitive...” Jotaro wondered if he punched Dan hard enough
that they’d both die at once. He decided it wouldn’t be worth the risk to put
Joseph in so much danger.
With that Dan pulled his pants and underwear down, Jotaro willingly kicking off
his shoes, hoping he wouldn’t want much more than this and he might as well get
it over with as soon as possible.
“Playing along? You’re a quick learner when it comes to pleasure, it seems.”
“Like hell I am.”
Dan merely smiled as he backed up, seemingly taking in his prize.  It didn’t
seem anything Jotaro could’ve said could dampen his mood at that moment. His
smile grew yet wider as he kicked off his own shoes and unbuttoned his pants.
Jotaro merely watched as Dan sat cross-legged far up on the bed and motioned
for Jotaro to join him.
For several moments, he hesitated but crawled up onto the bed.
“Let’s start with some head. That’s a very important skill for someone with
such a nice face, Jotaro.” Jotaro had decided from his first compliment that
the insults were far less scathing than Dan’s “compliments”. Jotaro looked at
his enemies erect dick and then away, hesitating far more than before.
“I’ll just teach you how,” Dan cooed as he pulled Jotaro’s hand to encourage
him. Jotaro sighed, and looked again, willing himself. He moved from his
kneeling position to lie down and be on level with the sitting man, who opened
his legs for access. Jotaro couldn’t even bring himself to think insults he was
so nervous. A hand gently guided his head, though he pulled away slightly.
“Don’t tell me you’re afraid.” There was no way in hell he was afraid of a
stupid dick. He had no idea how to tackle this situation, that’s all.
“That’s cute…” Dan’s fingers poked at his lips and once Jotaro realized what
they wanted be begrudgingly allowed them access.
“Mm, you have such a good mouth too.” Jotaro briefly considered biting his
fingers off but decided against it. “See, this isn’t so bad, right?” He felt
like he was being spoken to like a child and blushed harder. Just how much was
this bastard getting off on humiliating him?
Dan’s fingers pulled out and Jotaro watched as Dan licked Jotaro’s saliva off
them. Gross.
“Well?” Jotaro decided to reach out instead, hand gently making contact with
throbbing flesh. Sh-Shit! The feels good… Wait… what? Okay, Jotaro was
imagining things. He opened his mouth and lowered his head, and froze,
realizing he had no idea what to do. Not only at that but at a strange, very
strange feeling in himself… He was horny. Hornier than he’d ever been.
Breathing out his nose he experimentally lapped at the head and—A loud moan was
muffled around his enemy’s dick as he bucked into the bed. It felt… It felt so
god damn amazing. He licked more, gasping and moaning, sensations coursing
through his body like fire. As if driven by some sort of desperate and depraved
instinct he sucked, licked, and bobbed his head. Saliva dribbling down his chin
he closed his eyes. Through a muddled pleasure filled mind, he found it so
difficult to think.
All he could think of was how amazing this felt and all he do was grip
desperately on his enemy’s hips and he bobbed his head, resulting in louder and
louder muffled sweet moans. Unable to register anything he whimpered when he
felt nothing in his mouth, gasping desperately, not realizing how much breath
he’d lost.
“I probably should’ve warned you, but I prefer when it’s a surprise.” Dan said
while pulling Jotaro’s hair up, forcing Jotaro to kneel. Jotaro was surprised
when Dan forced his head closer and their lips met but quickly melted into the
sensations, with a gasp.
“My stand’s powers doesn’t stop at amplifying pain,” Dan leaned back in sucked
on Jotaro’s tongue with a satisfied growl.
“They’re also particularly useful for making people like you into the perfect
little slut.” Jotaro’s mind whirred desperately trying to piece together the
meaning of the words, completely overwhelmed by sensations already.
“Lay on your back.” Jotaro whimpered and allowed Dan to rearrange him, thoughts
pulsing in confused fugues. What the hell am I doing?, Why is this happening?,
Why does it feel so good?, and a thousand more questions fought desperately to
be answered and met nothing as Jotaro shivered under Dan’s hands.
Dan was laughing, fingers pinching one of his nipples and Jotaro squirmed. “You
really are a virgin. It barely took twenty seconds to completely unravel you.”
“Lift your legs for me.” Jotaro complied, sighing at the feeling of cloth on
his flesh.
Dan seemed to be rummaging around in his pockets. Jotaro vaguely noted how
breathy and high-pitched his breathing was. Was he really making these noises?
It didn’t sound like him at all. He closed his eyes, raveled his hands tightly
in the sheets, and turned his head. Mouth open, he tried to pull his thoughts
together and found himself unable, far, far too aroused to think straight.
Jotaro opened his eyes to look at Dan as his legs were pushed back and Dan
kneeling over him. Curious he nearly asked before he felt something slick and
cold. Flinching, he moaned as two fingers pushed inside easily.
“Look at how much you want me…” Dan seemed to be speaking mostly for himself at
this point as his fingers worked their way around. Jotaro trembled and bucked
into the sensations, instantly feeling pleasure.
“I’ve never seen anyone get so fucking turned on…. Damn.” Dan seemed to be
impressed with himself as he pulled out his fingers. Jotaro nearly screamed
when he felt a throbbing pressure pushing in. He lifted himself, pushing
himself onto Dan’s dick, whimpering loudly.
He turned his face to the side, conscious on some level of the embarrassing
noises he was making.
“God, you’re fucking tight.” Jotaro looked at the man kneeling over him, Dan’s
hands pushing Jotaro’s legs back for more access. He seemed almost… Appealing
like this. Jotaro could almost feel himself become not only fond but feel deep
sense of urgency and need for the man. When Dan moved it was all jotaro could
do to swing his head back and moan, pushing desperately onto him. His breathing
and gasping only seemed to be getting louder.
Dan let go of his legs on the next thrust. Gasping sweetly Jotaro swung his
legs around the man and wrapped his arms around his neck, looking at his enemy
with a desperate look.
“Please.”
Dan seemed to pause while smiling.
“Please what? Don’t tell me you’re already close.” Dan rocked his hips. Jotaro
turned his head side to side, whimpering in pleasure, attempting to fuck
himself on Dan’s dick.
“Please… I need it…” words barely formed together, vision blurred as Jotaro
arched his back.
He felt a hand on his neck squeezing gently. “Tell me what you need.” Dan was
moving his hips unbearably slowly, taking in the absolutely desperation of the
teenager below him. Mouth wide open, face red, eyes tearing up…
“You’re fucking gorgeous.” Dan added before rocking his hips more directly,
staring at Jotaro’s face as Jotaro groaned, eyes rolling back.
“Please... I need to cum… please…” Jotaro put his head on Dan’s shoulder and
breathed in trying to gather in breath in vain.
Dan let go of Jotaro’s neck and smiled.
“You should’ve just asked… I always reward my sluts.” Jotaro’s brain couldn’t
catch up with the pleasure. By the time his brain processed what was happening
he was clutching at Dan’s shirt tightly, eyes wide open and rolled back
screaming as an orgasm tore through him, Dan riding out the convulsions easily
as Jotaro writhed. Pleasure built upon pleasure, euphoria draining all possible
ability to think, back arching as Dan increased his pace.
“Drooling already? You really are sensitive.” Jotaro barely registered his hand
wiping on his chin, barely registered that those loud groans were in fact
coming from his, a mishmash of Japanese and English stringing out in gibberish.
Hysterical, words with absolutely no meaning flowed interspersed with groans,
impossibly euphoric, far beyond levels of normal pleasure. Hot and wet, there’s
something hot and wet—Jotaro’s cum? He couldn’t tell, he couldn’t tell.
His world shook and shrunk becoming focused entirely on the sensation, on his
inability to escape them. He pulled Dan tighter, tighter, cumming yet again. It
was becoming impossible to count, impossible to even tell, when had he started
cumming? He had no idea. Everything blurred together, thrusts blurring into
stabbing euphoria spiking through his psyche like knives.
His muscles felt impossibly, trembling violently, hanging onto the old man for
dear life, burying his head in Dan’s neck with a loud whimper, tears streaming
down his face. His mouth was dry, so dry from all the noise he was making, from
being unable to breathe at all except from his mouth.
 
(Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou)
“好き好き好き好き” Jotaro muttered, seemingly stuck in a loop as his body shook more
violently, mouth open in a silent scream as be blinked away tears.
 
(I can't-- I can't! Again, I'm--!)
“無理、　む、無理！　また、ま、またっ！“　Dan grunted in appreciated to the increasing phrases,
seemingly finally close.
Jotaro yelped, voice shaking and worn out. “い、” Jotaro shook his head gently in
Dan’s neck, wiping his tears on his shirt while whimpering, body shaking
nonstop.
 
(Coming!)
“イク！“　Jotaro gasped out eyes screwed shut, whispering between loud groans.
 
(I'm coming again!)
 “またイク！” Jotaro yelled as if unbelieving, feeling the pain amplified on his
chest from holding Dan so tightly.
“Fuck,” was all Dan said as he grunted, riding his orgasm out while Jotaro
whined pitifully, stomach covered in his own cum.
Dan pulled away and admired the scene.
“Damn… I was fucking with you earlier, but you do make a good whore after all.”
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