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Joffrey’s breath came in ragged gasps, his face streaked with dirt and tears as the mob held him down. His mind reeled, unable to comprehend how he had fallen so low, how his body had been claimed by the filthy hands of those he once ruled. Each violent thrust sent another jolt of pain through him, every ounce of his former arrogance shattering under the weight of his torment.
“Look at him,” a voice cut through the chaos, cruel and mocking. “The king, on his knees. He’ll suck a cock just like the rest of us, I bet.” The man who spoke yanked at Joffrey’s hair, hard enough to tear strands from his scalp, forcing his head back with brutal force.
Joffrey tried to cry out, to plead, but his lips parted only for the man to shove his cock between them. The bitter taste of sweat and dirt filled Joffrey’s mouth, and he gagged immediately, trying to pull away, but the grip on his hair held him firm. The man growled above him, pushing deeper, until Joffrey’s throat spasmed around the intrusion.
“Take it all, your Grace,” the man snarled, forcing his cock down Joffrey’s throat. “A king should know how to swallow.” His other hand grabbed the back of Joffrey’s head, pushing him forward, slamming his face against his groin, the smell of unwashed flesh overwhelming Joffrey’s senses.
Joffrey choked, his gagging muffled by the hard flesh filling his mouth, tears spilling freely from his eyes now, mixing with the sweat and filth already coating his face. He tried to push back, but the hands in his hair yanked harder, keeping him in place. The cock shoved deeper into his throat, cutting off his air, the man’s hips moving with a brutal rhythm as he fucked Joffrey’s mouth.
“You like that, don’t you, pretty boy?” the man above him taunted, voice dripping with sadistic glee. “Thought you were too good for us? Well, look at you now, choking on my cock like the whore you are.” He thrust again, harder, making Joffrey’s body convulse as he struggled to breathe, his throat stretched painfully around the thick intrusion.
Joffrey’s vision blurred, his throat on fire, each thrust slamming deeper until the man’s cock was buried fully, making him gag violently, his eyes rolling back as the lack of air sent panic through him. He could feel the coarse hair brushing against his lips, the man’s balls slapping against his chin with each brutal movement. The taste, the humiliation, the pain—it all became too much. He couldn’t fight anymore.
The man groaned in pleasure, using Joffrey’s mouth like nothing more than a toy, pulling his head back and forth by the hair to get deeper, rougher. “Yeah, choke on it, you little shit. That’s all you’re good for now.” He thrust in one last time, so deep that Joffrey could feel him at the back of his throat, his body convulsing with the force of it.
Joffrey's vision blurred, his throat stretched to the limit as the man rammed into him again and again, each thrust harder, more violent, forcing him to take every inch. His lips were slick now, coated with spit, his jaw aching from being pried open, forced to accommodate the brutal size that pounded relentlessly into him. Every time the man pulled back, Joffrey tried to gasp for air, his lungs burning, but the respite was fleeting, another thrust quickly cutting off his breath again, burying the cock deeper down his throat.
The hand gripping his golden hair tightened, twisting painfully, as the man groaned above him, the sound thick with pleasure. "Fuck, you take it good," he growled, voice low and rough. "Thought you'd be fighting more, but you’re just a mouth now, aren’t you, your Grace?" His words dripped with venom, each one a mockery, a reminder that Joffrey wasn’t king here, not anymore. He was nothing but a toy for the mob to defile.
Joffrey’s body shuddered involuntarily, his throat spasming around the cock choking him. Tears streamed down his cheeks, his entire face a mess of dirt, sweat, and spit. He could feel himself gagging, but no sound escaped—only the muffled wet noises of his mouth being used, the obscene slapping of the man’s hips against his tear-streaked face as he was forced to take it over and over.
The man thrust in harder, deeper, pushing past the point of pain. Joffrey’s throat convulsed around him, the muscles tightening and squeezing in reflex, only making it worse, drawing a low, satisfied groan from the man above. "Yeah, that’s it. Gag on it, you little shit." He grinned cruelly, yanking Joffrey’s head back just far enough to look down into his watery, terrified eyes. "Bet you never thought you'd be choking on cock like this, did you?"
Joffrey could barely register the words through the haze of humiliation and pain. His chest heaved, every breath labored, his body on the verge of collapsing under the strain. But the man wasn’t done. He forced Joffrey’s head back down, shoving his cock deeper still, pushing past the point of breath entirely. Joffrey’s throat spasmed, his entire body wracked with convulsions as he was held in place, his face shoved into the man’s groin.
"Fuck, you’re tight," the man growled, his hips jerking as he drove himself further down Joffrey’s throat. His grip in Joffrey’s hair was brutal now, yanking his head up and down in short, violent bursts. "You like this, don’t you? Swallow it, your Grace. Come on, take it all." He was grunting now, his voice ragged with lust, every word punctuated by another sharp thrust, until Joffrey felt his cock twitching, the man’s muscles tensing.
And then, without warning, he came. The man shoved deep, holding Joffrey’s head in place as his cock throbbed in Joffrey’s throat, spurting hot, thick cum straight down his gullet. Joffrey gagged again, choking as the bitter fluid filled his throat, his body spasming in helpless reflex. He tried to pull away, but the grip in his hair was relentless, forcing him to stay there, his nose buried against the man’s pubic hair, while the cock pulsed, filling his mouth with more than he could swallow.
Joffrey’s eyes rolled back, his body shaking as the man groaned above him, finally pulling back just enough to let some air through, though he left his cock lodged deep in Joffrey’s mouth, still leaking the last drops of cum onto his tongue. The taste was vile, salty and pungent, coating the back of his throat, mixing with the bile that threatened to rise. He could feel the thick liquid sliding down, making him gag again, tears still streaming down his filthy cheeks.
"Swallow it," the man commanded, his voice low and commanding. He thrust forward once more, forcing Joffrey to take the last bit, to swallow every drop that had been spilled into him. Joffrey had no choice. His throat worked against his will, gulping down the cum, the salty taste of the man still coating his tongue. When the man finally pulled out, Joffrey collapsed forward, his face hitting the dirty street, gasping desperately for breath, his throat raw and burning from the assault.
The man laughed, tucking his spent cock back into his trousers, looking down at the broken figure of the once-proud king lying at his feet. "Not so high and mighty now, are you, your Grace?" he sneered, giving Joffrey’s trembling body a hard kick to the ribs. "Just another whore, choking on cock like the rest of them."