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The invitation was simple. A meeting place and a time. Nothing about why they were meeting or who would be there. The sender presumably but anyone else? An ally of his? Or was he walking into his own death deep within enemy territory?

Well. Guess he'll find out.

Fwhip began the slow spiral down and down towards the Codlands. The plain houses and muddy roads didn't provide much of a view as he glanced around for the building he was told to be in. Jimmy's house apparently. Very personal for a meeting but the Codfather had never been…”proper” per se. Starting fights and screaming like he wasn't the ruler of a nation. It was embarrassing frankly.

He came to a land right in front of the rickety porch. The ground squelched beneath his heavy boots as he took slow, purposeful steps up to the house. He had to hold on to the rotting railing to keep his balance on stairs that threatened to give out under him as he ascended to the porch proper. How Jimmy who, upset as he was to admit it, was much larger than Fwhip managed to walk over these every day, he had no clue. Maybe he jumped? His stupid legs were long enough it would be easy for him. 

He had to stop himself from grumbling out loud when he came up to the door. Wasting no time knocking loudly and firmly on the flimsy wood. For a second he heard nothing and was insulted Jimmy hadn't been waiting for him, but then there was shuffling and the door creaking open to reveal the great Codfather himself.

He was dressed better than Fwhip usually saw him, much more official looking than he had expected from a meeting taking place in the mans personal home. A nearly transparent wrap style shirt in a deep green that brought out the shining scales on his bare arms. Brown flowing pants with slits up the sides that reached nearly mid thigh, tied at the bottom with beaded ribbons. He was even wearing thick looking leather gloves, also green and covered in intricate stitching. The only things missing were shoes, which Jimmy never wore anyway, and the cod head. Instead blond hair and deep brown eyes slightly too big for his face were what greeted Fwhip.

“Count, please come in. Thank you very much for meeting with me on such short notice,” Jimmy backed away from the door, giving Fwhip plenty of room to step past him and into the sparse house. A couch and chair, mismatched of course. A kitchen with a furnace and several cabinets that appeared to be overflowing. The main part of the open concept room was a large pile of chests and barrels that clearly served as all of Jimmy's storage. Two doors sat against the back wall, both closed.

“How could I possibly miss out on a meeting with my favourite fish boy,” Fwhip kept his back to the other man but he heard a deep inhale. Likely trying to curb his anger, the gut reaction the Codfather seemed to have.

“Well then,” Jimmy stepped ahead of him after shutting the door with a click behind him, “we'll be continuing in my office if you don't mind.”

Not waiting for an answer Jimmy hurried past him and through a doorway tucked into the back. Fwhip followed at a short distance, ready to get answers for why he was summoned here. Hopefully it wouldn't take too long, he had been wanting to go over some new blueprints…

The inside of the office was just as undecorated as the rest of the house. A large desk that appeared to be the only well made thing around here. Several shelves and bookcases packed to the brim with random clutter. A chair in front of the desk and, curiously, a small cot off to the right of the desk. Not big enough to be used as a bed, at least not for Jimmy, but it took up a large portion of the small room. Making it so Jimmy had to squeeze past some shelves on the left to get behind the desk. He gestured for Fwhip to do the same as he began digging around a cabinet underneath the desk.

“So I was hoping that we could just…talk. Hash some things out maybe?” He came back up from where he had been hunched over. Holding a bottle of what Fwhip recognized as very nice, very expensive Mazaelean wine. Suddenly much more interested, Fwhip took the offered seat, “Maybe over a drink? Doesn't have to be anything formal but uh…I kinda wanted to start mending, if not our alliance than our friendship?”

Jimmy brought out two glasses and poured a generous portion into each, cautiously pushing one towards Fwhip and he grabbed his own. He seemed nervous, more so than usual, like he had been worrying over this for a while. Which Fwhip supposes he might've been if the rumors about his council pressuring him have any truth.

Fwhip gladly took his own drink, taking a sip first and then a larger drink when he saw Jimmy looking at him expectantly. 

“Well I don't see why we can't have a drink together,” he looked into said drink as he spoke, “Although it might take more than one to get me to make up with you. How long are you willing to sit here?”

He had meant it as a joke, a small jab to get a conversation started. But when he looked up Jimmy's open, worried expression had changed. He was glaring hard at Fwhip, sitting back in his chair in a way that made him look large, imposing, almost…dangerous. His jaw was tense. Fwhip could practically see the veins on his neck and forehead bulging. He was pissed. This was the angriest Fwhip had ever seen him. Not when he blew up between the Codlands and Mythland. Not when he had stolen the cod head. Not all the times he had pushed and pushed until Jimmy snapped. 

It was. Scary.

He was scared.

“I was only kidding,” he lent back as well, trying to pretend like it was fine. Like he wasn't planning his escape. Like he could still breathe just fine and wasn't trembling, “We can talk about it if you want but it might do better in a more professional setting?”

An olive branch. The idea of an escape. Wiped away as he went to stand and collapsed back into his chair.

The world spun around him and his limbs felt numb. He was sweating but cold all over and he couldn't see straight through the nausea suddenly plaguing him. He pitched forward in his chair, barely hearing as his host stood and came back around the desk. He felt hands on his shoulders, then his arms, then one strong arm wrapping around his back and another under his knees. Vertigo hit him hard as he was lifted into the air and he groaned with the pain of it.

Jimmy gave no indication that he heard anything or that he found any of this odd. He just walked over towards the cot in the corner and laid Fwhip gently down on top.

“Wha-Jim…what happen-..” speaking was difficult, he couldn't feel his tongue and was certain he was drooling trying to talk but Jimmy just stared down at him for second before bending down out of view. Fwhip tried to sit up but found he couldn't move at all anymore. It was hard to breathe still but the fog in his mind was slowly starting to clear.

As he assessed his state he heard the sound of leather on wood and vaguely felt his arm being moved up and above his head. He opened his eyes but couldn't move his head to see as the same happened to his other arm. Jimmy's face appeared in his vision and he looked…interested.

“Sorry about this but,” he smiled a little, “I didn't think you'd agree to an actual alliance so…I came up with a different idea! And this is really the only way to get you in on it.”

He again moved away, laughing to himself as he did. Fwhip was still fighting through the last of the cotton in his head and didn't realize what Jimmy was saying until there were hands at his waistband and his pants and underwear were being roughly tugged off.

“Wait wait wait! What are you doing?!” He attempted to move but the lingering numbness in his limbs along with the ties and Jimmy's hands on his thighs prevented him from moving much. He felt tears well in his eyes and tried vainly to hold on to that shred of dignity, “Jimmy please whatever you're planning there are other ways please!”

“There really isn't is the thing,” Jimmy forcibly bent his legs at the knee and began tying his calf to his thigh with leather straps, “I've tried other ways and none of them have worked out. I'm sick and tired of you fucking everything up for me again,” he tied Fwhips ankle to the cot, “and again,” started tying his second leg in the same way, “and again.” He finished off tying both ankles to the cot.

Fwhip was spread wide open in front of him. Everything on display. And he couldn't even move to cover himself or close his legs. He was stuck. Finally the tears fell from his eyes and he began sobbing in earnest. And Jimmy was staring in between his legs like a child on their birthday. Like a man who was finally going to end a war.

“Please please please,” over and over like a mantra in between sobs. Trying to appeal to the Codfather he thought he had known, “Anything Jimmy I'll give you anything just please don't do this please!”

Jimmy smiled at him from in between his legs, looking for all the world like someone explaining something simple to a child. 

“You, right here where I put you, is already giving me everything I want,” he began pulling off his own pants. Fighting a bit with the ties at the bottom, “This will solve all my problems. Quicker than any meeting or alliance ever could. I’m putting my kingdom first. I am.”

He spaced out, smiling and laughing in between words. Like he was so excited he could hardly keep himself together.

Finally he stood back up. Fwhip couldn’t see anything below his upper chest and was suddenly very thankful for that. He didn’t want to see what was happening to him, what Jimmy was doing to him and with what. He wanted the cotton back, wanted to not be able to think and form opinions. Wanted to be far, far away from here. Wanted to go back a couple hours when he had received the invitation and throw it in the fire. 

But he was here, and Jimmy was prodding at his cunt, putting a finger in then pulling it out to line up his cock. Right before he began to push in he smiled at Fwhip once more.

“You’re wet. Your body knows what’s good for you.” And with that, to the sounds of Fwhip’s sobs, Jimmy pushed all the way in at once. Not giving Fwhip a chance to recover before he began moving. 

It hurt. It hurt more than he thought he would. Jimmy’s cock stretched him farther than he thought he could stretch and it hurt . It made him sick. Nausea churning in his stomach, making him cry harder than before. Jimmy didn’t stop moving. Silent, head down, breathing heavy but never slowing in his fast pace. Fucking him like he was a toy. Fwhip supposed that right now he was. Pinned in place and forced to take it. No matter that it hurt, no matter that he was crying, that he didn’t want this. He was a means to an end.

“This isn’t…going to stop…the war,” He managed to say between heaving sobs, “You think you’ll just…get away with…with this? You think…there won’t be…consequences? I will-”

Jimmy laughed, looking up at Fwhip for the first time since entering him. 

“No, there won’t be consequences. You won’t do anything,” He leaned close, pushing himself farther inside and making Fwhip wince from the increased pain, “Admit that you were raped by the Codfather? That you were tricked into being drugged and letting me have my way with you? What would that do to your reputation? What would the people say?” Fwhip could only stare. Jimmy leaned back again, still smiling, and resumed his previous pace from where he had slowed to speak, “And anyway, you don’t seem to have realized what’s happening here. What better way to secure an alliance than a child?”

That sat in the air for a moment. It sunk in slowly. So slowly that Fwhips sobs subsided as he processed what had been said. What he’d been told. A child. A child. This was not a way to subdue him. This was not a way to scare him. This was. Fuck.

“No. No no no no no. Jimmy no please you can’t please,” His crying had picked back up. Wails punched out of him with each thrust. He continued to plead. A constant stream of ‘no’ and ‘please’ that fell on deaf ears as Jimmy kept fucking into him. He hadn’t gone back to looking away from him. Instead he was staring directly at him, smiling that fucking smile. Watching him break down and fucking him all the while.

“Imagine it,” He breathed. As if in reverence, “A child between the Codlands and the Grimlands. There can’t be a war when I created your heir. When I’m the one extending your bloodline. And one day? When they’re all grown up? They’ll lead both our kingdoms. Fully merged like no other land had been before,” Here he paused, seemed to contemplate something, “That is, of course, if we don’t have anymore.”

Fwhip couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. He tried moving again and found that he had some movement back but not enough to shift more than an inch or two. Definitely not enough to get out of the bonds or away from Jimmy. He continued to struggle, to shift, to do anything. Anything at all. Anything other than begging and pleading for this to not happen. For him to not be here.

He didn’t know how long it had been when Jimmy’s pace changed. When he looked away again and started letting out quiet groans and swears. Eventually, he stilled inside him and Fwhip felt him cum deep inside. Felt it as his hips jerked and fucked it in even deeper. Felt it as Jimmy slowly pulled out. Felt it as his cum began to slip out and run down his taint.

Fwhip hadn’t stopped sobbing but he had no more tears to shed. Past streaks leaving his face sticky and uncomfortable and his hair plastered to his temples. As Jimmy stepped back he began to hope. Began to picture getting home and taking a long bath and washing himself out. Pictured waiting another couple weeks for whether or not he got his period. Pictured what matters he’d be willing to take. 

Jimmy took several steps back, still breathing heavy, and began redoing his pants and getting himself together. Fwhip waited for him to step forward and untie him. Send him on his way with well wishes for the new pregnancy and a promise to stop by for an alliance agreement. He was already planning all the ways he could tell him to fuck off when-

“Wait, wait where-where are you going,” Jimmy had stepped around the cot to the other side of the room. Fwhip used his newfound ability to move to follow him with his head and watch him sit back behind his desk. He smiled at Fwhip before beginning to take papers out of a drawer.

“Well we have to make sure it takes, I have a lot of work to do, probably take all night. I might need some stress relief at some point and what better way to secure this alliance,” He looked back over at his captive, still with that stupid fucking smile on his face, “Guess you better get comfy.”