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627 Dominates	By : Ackerman111 Category: +G through L > Lilo and Stitch Views: 8325 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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627 Dominates

By Ackerman111

Growling, Stitch lunged at 627 with the cunning precision of a computerized brain; his timing was perfect, the angle just right, take in to account his speed and wind resistance—no to mention the lack traction from the loose soil—and the trajectory of his blow, Stitch attacked with a mathematical certainty of victory. So when the blue, koala-like experiment charged the cackling red fiend, only to find his claws swiping nothing but air, for the smallest fraction of a second, Stitch's mind froze with panic, but by the time he began theorizing a possible counterattack; it was already too late.

627 dodged the blow intended for him and managed to grab hold of Stitch's arm. He was fast, but 627 was faster. Laughing, he twisted Stitch around and managed to successfully pin his all four of his arms behind his back. Stitch fought vehemently against his captor's hold but only succeeded in getting deranged chuckles from 627 as he watched his prey struggle. They were so close, Stitch could feel 627's breath against the back of his neck. He couldn't break free; he was completely at this red experiment's mercy, but 627 had no intention of killing Stitch, not yet. No, that wouldn't be enough—he wanted to humiliate him first. Yes, that sound so much more Delicious. He not only wanted to shame Stitch beyond his worst imagining, he wanted to degrade him, strip away his manhood and make him beg as his penis cried tears of frustration. He wasn't sure where that last part came from but it felt right to him. Stitch bucked and struggled and 627 and the larger trog could sense the power in the tiny blue alien, pick up on the waves of masculinity, the raw force of his male, dominating nature. Already 627 could feel his cock starting to go stiff.

627 leaned over Stitch's shoulder and ran his thick, pink tongue up Stitch's neck, focusing on a sensitive spot right behind his ear. The smaller experiment immediately ceased his struggles and seemed shocked by this sudden display of affection. 627 pulled 626 against his body, his paws beginning to fondle and caress the smaller trog's powerful frame. Stitch closed his eyes as 627 began messaging his pectorals, trying his best to fight back moans of pleasure.

“Wuh—what are you doing?”

627 ignored him and began lowering his hand down Stitch's stomach, his claws raking through blue fur as it continued its determined trek for his crotch. Finally, his paw found its prize and began rubbing Stitch's groin, slowly at first, then gently faster in long, drawn out circles. All too soon, Stitch was fighting with all his might to hold back his moans. He tried to hold it in, tried so hard to contain, but the combination of 627's tongue and his paw working him over and Stitch's defences finally dropped. Next thing he knew, 627 had his penis in his hand and began gently stroking.

“Naga! Stop!” Stitch blushed so hard he could feel the blood pumping through his face. He was getting hard.

627chuckled and began working his hand even faster.

Stitch shut his eyes tight, powerless to stop the unwanted pleasure which now coursed through his innocent loins, obliterating all thought, all resistance. 627's hand moved with the mechanical pace of machine, and to Stitch there was nothing in the world but steady, constant rhythm of the deranged experiment's paw. Up and down, up and down up and down, up and down, faster and faster, and faster.

He was completely hard now. Chuckling evilly, 627 slid one of his free hands along Stitch's leg and began groping his testicles, gently massaging them as he continued his merciless assault on the smaller experiment's sobbing penis. For Stitch the double stimulation was too much for him. He could feel 627's rock hard cock jabbing him in the back, ruffling through his fur with every movement, and was disgusted to feel a spike of excitement shoot up his staff.

627 released his cock and Stitch let a sigh of disappointment slip from his mouth before he could stop it. The humiliation was terrible for him, to think that he would miss 627's touch so much, to be taken down so easily and be degraded by a stronger male by becoming the experiment for his sexual torture, too weak-willed and powerless to resist. He hated himself, felt lower than dirt. Stitch stood there with his head hung long, panting quietly while his dick stood stiff and completely engorged, yearning to be taken hold of and beaten.

627 grabbed Stitch and spun him around, made the sub-male face him. 626's eyes were half-closed and clouded with lust. He was loving this, this is exactly how he wanted things to go. He had taken the unstoppable 626's manhood away by dominating him, making him burn to feel a male's touch like a female—that's precisely what he was—metaphorically he had turned Stitch into a female. Reaching out, 627 grabbed Stitch's paw and wrapped it around his own pulsating cock. Stitch tried to pull away at first, but 627 held it there and began guiding it slowly up and down his shaft. Stitch looked mortified but at the same time filled with self-loathing desire and fascination.

What must it be like to for him to touch another guy's penis? 627 wondered. Looking down, the deranged experiment smiled; his manhood was bigger and thicker than 626's and this pleased him, only cemented his dominance over this inferior creature, made him the alpha-male. Wrapping an arm around the smaller experiment waist, 627 pulled him close and took of both their cocks in his paw and mashed them together.

626 gasped and immediately tried to push away, but 627 quickly subdued him with his strong, rough pumping. Closing his eyes, Stitch let his head hang back as he was overcome by the captivating feel of having his dick rubbing against 627's. He secretly hated that this maniac’s manhood was bigger than his own; in a way it made him feel like less of a male, like the weak slut was his rightful place when compared to this virile specimen, like it was an honour for his comparatively tiny, unworthy cock to touch this instrument of sexual perfection. 627 began beating their meats even faster and Stitch felt like he might loose it at any second. He knew if 627 didn't stop, he was going to blow his load, and that was something he refused to let happen: to have another male bring him to orgasm, to make him spill his inferior seed . . . but how could it stop it when it felt soooooo good?

“You're loving this, aren't you , slut?”

Na . . .naga,” Stitch breathed.

Smirking, 627 pressed his lips against Stitch's. He gasped and 627 took this opportunity to snake his tongue into the smaller experiment's mouth. Only 626's muffled cries of hated pleasure could be heard as the red experiment filled his victim's mouth. Stitch felt sick, invaded, he could taste 627's spit as he continued to work his thick, wide tongue around his own. And yet he loved the sensation and hated himself for it. Suddenly he was shoved onto his back, only to have 627's sinister smiling looming over him.

“wuh . . .” before Stitch could get out another word, 627 raised Stitch's butt off the ground and pulled his legs apart.

“Is this what you want?” 627 asked, lining up his cock with Stitch's entrance. “You want me to fuck you?” The red experiment leered. God he wanted to fuck Stitch, his cock ached to ram inside his tight virgin hole, but not just yet, he wanted 626 to beg for it, and even then he might deny him just so he would be driven insane by his lust.

“Naga!” Stitch gasped when 627 suddenly took his cock into his mouth. Moaning he arched his hips and 627 began sucking him off. Smirking, he pulled away.

“Come on,” he began robbing his cock against the tight little entrance. “You know you want it, you want to feel my huge dick inside of you.” Leaning forward, he began kissing Stitch while gently stroking his cock, slowly teasing him. “Tell me you want it.” he whispered.

“Naga!”

“Come on.” He began rubbing his pectorals.

“Naga!” Tears of frustration streamed down Stitch's face. He couldn't take this torture anymore. It was absolute agony. He knew if he gave in and let 627 fuck him, if he let himself become the female receptacle for another male's penis, he'd could never call himself a man again. But . . . but . . . he wanted to. . .he wanted to so bad.

The red-experiment was on the brink of annihilation. Fuck torturing him, if Stitch wanted to be fucked, he was gonna get fucked, but only if he begged. Leaning down, 627 spat a huge glob of spit onto his cock and used his paw to smooth it around his throbbing shaft.

“Come on.” 627 pushed his cock against Stitch's hole, increased the pressure and slid in a little. Stitch gasped and clenched his fists, his claws digging deep gouges into the earth. He couldn't take it anymore! He needed this and couldn't fight it.

“Ih!” He cried.

627 smiled”What?” He moved his hips tantalizingly. “What was that?”

“Ih!” He said.

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes!” Stitch wailed as tears leaked down his face.

627 smiled triumphantly and with one, forceful push, he slid his long, throbbing cock into Stitch tight little anus. 626 squirmed beneath him, adjusting to the feel of having another male's manhood inside of him, being an experiment he felt no pain, but it was still uncomfortable, but then 627 thrust hard and Stitch saw stars.

“Ugh!” He cried in a strange pleasure. The muscles rippled in 627's back as he rocked his hips back and forth. Damn Stitch was tight, his walls gripped his cock and squeezed like a vice. Stitch moaned as 627 increased his speed, ramming the poor defenceless experiment with rough, piston-like thrusts. His eyes were closed tight in an expression of pure ecstasy, and 627 had to admit he was enjoying himself too. This was going better than he ever hoped. With one final shove, Stitch's tortured cocked jumped and sprayed semen all over his chest in a flailing white arc; a moment later, 627 blew his load inside of him with a loud, beastly roar and then collapsed on top of his 'female,' his energy and testicles spent.

They lay there for a moment, panting and out of breath before 627 pulled out of him and got to his feet. It would have lasted longer had he not teased himself so much, however, looking at 626, broken and trembling in the after-glow of the orgasm he had given him, covered in his own seed with 627's dripping from his abused ass, was all the satisfaction he wanted and more.

“Faggot.” he said with an evil grin on his face.

Stitch closed his eyes and looked away in shame. What had he done!? How could he let 627 do those things to him? Smirking 627 turned away and left the clearing, laughing as Stitch curled into a ball and began to weep.
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