SD | Chapter 1.2

This pain was nothing like a stab wound or a gunshot. It felt like his insides were being torn apart. Blake gasped, unable to focus. Kelved let out a low groan.

“Damn, you’re squeezing me tight.”

“Hng, hgh… ngh…”

“That’s one hell of a sturdy body.”

Kelved slapped Blake’s buttocks, the sound ringing out. The firm flesh flinched, his meaty frame jiggling. Blake gritted his teeth, trying to endure, but the thick shaft, already past the tip and deep inside, tore his skin. Blood trickled down his bronzed thighs.

“Ha, you’re gonna snap me off? Relax a bit, Blake. You’re acting like you’re nervous with all these people watching, but I’m not exactly the gentle type, you know.”

Kelved swept back his red hair, tracing Blake’s trembling waist with his fingers.

“…!”

Veins bulged in Blake’s neck. The creeping fear of what was happening began to sink in. A strong, unyielding man like him wouldn’t break easily, but being violated like this struck at something primal.

“We used to make bets, didn’t we? Talking smack about whether anyone could take Blake Riverd. Tossing coins over it. Everyone said no, but I always thought… every time I had to hold back the urge to bring high-and-mighty A-grades like you to your knees, it drove me crazy.”

Kelved rambled about his twisted desires, forcing himself deeper. Blake bit back a scream, his jaw trembling. Kelved’s size wasn’t small, stretching the passage wider. The gaping hole twitched, moving restlessly.

Finally, he was in to the hilt.

“Guh, ngh…”

As Blake writhed in agony, Kelved grabbed his hips and thrust mercilessly. The sensation of his insides being churned, as if they’d burst through his throat, made Blake shake. He tried to endure, but each brutal thrust rocked his body, moans slipping through his gritted teeth.

Kelved groped the deep grooves of Blake’s buttocks, taunting him.

“Say something, Blake. Feeling betrayed? Or is it thrill? You’re not getting off on this like some pervert, are you?”

“God will… judge you…!”

“Hah, God, God. I never liked you, even back at military academy. Thinking being born A-grade was some divine gift, acting all high and mighty!”

“Gah!”

Kelved had always felt inferior to Blake since their military academy days. Similar build, looks, skills—he had it all, but being B-grade meant he was always overshadowed. Blake here, Blake there! What’s so great about being A-grade?

That’s why Kelved wanted to reduce him to this. To show the citizens how pathetic their so-called hero was, to publicly disgrace him.

Blake’s thighs twitched. He felt his knees weaken. The relentless assault was breaking him down.

Glancing at Blake’s limp manhood, Kelved reached out and grabbed it, squeezing hard while thrusting into the slick passage. Something invaded a place it shouldn’t, filling every inch of his inner walls.

“Ngh, ugh… hng…”

But Blake didn’t scream, not even when Kelved spilled inside him. Kelved slowly pulled out, his seed dripping as he spread Blake’s swollen hole, rubbing the entrance with his thumb.

The loosened hole quivered, messily leaking the seed it had held.

Kelved looked around, satisfied, catching the strange mix of shock and curiosity in the crowd’s eyes.

“If you could see, Blake, you’d know the kind of hungry looks people are giving you.”

“Shut up! They’re not like you!”

“Still got the energy to yell, huh? Impressive… Hey, you there!”

“Y-Yes? Me…?”

A startled onlooker froze as Kelved called him out.

“Come here.”

“B-But…”

“You dare defy me?”

The man hesitated but approached. His scruffy beard and weathered face suggested a laborer, not bulky but decently muscled. Kelved looked down at him.

“What’s your name?”

“J-John.”

“Right, John. Life’s tough these days, isn’t it?”

“Y-Yes…”

Kelved pulled a gold coin from his pocket and pressed it into John’s hand. John’s eyes gleamed with greed.

“If you’re smart, you know what to do next, don’t you?”

“…Yeah, I sure do.”

The crowd stirred. Beating a criminal wasn’t uncommon, but raping one? That was rare, reserved for the worst cases. Most citizens feared retaliation. …But with a reward?

John unbuckled his belt and positioned himself behind Blake. Unable to turn, Blake sweated coldly, visibly tense.

“I’m sorry… Blake-nim!”

A heavy shaft plunged into Blake. He gasped. The already stretched hole was forced wider as John’s burning length pushed in, clearly driven by lust. John gripped Blake’s waist, thrusting relentlessly. The slick, seed-filled passage made wet, obscene sounds.

“Listen to that, Blake. You enjoying this that much?”

“Quit… joking, ngh…”

Kelved grinned, crouching to study Blake’s face. Blake looked like he’d rather die, desperately stifling his moans. Such a noble, unyielding lord, not even flinching despite the ordeal.

But that only made Kelved want to break him more, though he didn’t seem to realize it.

“Chin up, Blake. Look at the faces watching you.”

“Kelved…”

Blake ground his teeth. He’d never considered Kelved a friend, but a comrade? Yes. The betrayal of someone he trusted cut deep. But before he could dwell, a sharp thrust nearly buckled his knees. He arched his hips, trembling.

His taut muscles tensed, his flexible waist curved, and his hole clenched tightly, twitching. Seed leaked from the crevice, dripping silently, while Blake’s body thrashed.

His buttocks quivered with effort. As he fought the pain, a strange sensation stabbed at his gut. Blake, who’d never properly pleasured himself or been with anyone, found the impulse utterly foreign.

“Uht…?”

“Hah, Blake-nim… I’m so, so sorry…”

“Wait, just…!”

A powerful thrust made Blake throw his head back. Pain and pleasure jolted through him, stealing his words. His vision whitened, his limbs twitched. A tinglingම

System: tingling sensation spread rapidly.

“Ng, uht?”

Blake clenched his fists tight. His brows furrowed, his mouth parted naturally. The slick hole tightened, eagerly gripping John’s shaft, reveling in the sensation. It was a natural response to the intense stimulation, but Blake couldn’t believe his body was reacting this way.

His stomach fluttered with an unfamiliar ache.

“Something’s wrong, stop…”

But John pressed harder, churning Blake’s insides. Laughter seemed to echo around him. His flesh parted naturally, stretched to its limit, every inch filled as John thrust deep, scraping the sensitive membrane.

John’s guilt-laden voice rang out.

“Blake-nim! You’re so tight inside! Please, ease up a little…”

“What are you, ugh…! Wait, please, stop…!”

Blake’s massive shaft stood rigid, leaking precum. He shook his hips shamelessly, desperate to continue. His eyes burned red, saliva he couldn’t swallow dribbling down. Blake stifled his moans, shaking his head frantically.

But the trembling, clenching insides betrayed him. John could tell Blake was feeling pleasure and, relieved, thrust even harder. John was an ordinary man, coerced into this act, so he found comfort in thinking Blake enjoyed it.

Blake, though, felt like retching. To think he was finding pleasure in this depraved, violent act. His insides stretched, the red walls breached by another man’s shaft, jabbing roughly. His gut grew hotter.

“No, damn it, stop…!”

Then John claimed Blake’s core, flooding it with thick, gushing seed. John exhaled heavily, slowly withdrawing. Blake’s body trembled faintly. Kelved looked down at the twitching figure and chuckled.

“What’s that look, Blake?”

Blake gazed up at Kelved with dazed eyes.

“You seem disappointed.”

As Kelved said, Blake’s swollen shaft throbbed, ready to burst. His Adam’s apple bobbed. A shiver ran down his spine. Teetering on the edge of climax, he had no idea how to handle himself.

Kelved’s mocking voice snapped Blake back, and he blinked rapidly, trying to regain control. The sight stoked Kelved’s desire, his bulge growing again. He unbuckled his pants, spilling gold coins onto the ground. The glinting pile drew every eye.

“Next.”

And the crowd surged forward, frenzied.

It was the moment Blake tried to shout something. His hair was yanked, and suddenly Kelved’s shaft was forced into his mouth. Reflexively, he tried to bite down, but Kelved’s low voice rumbled in his ear.

“Bite, and you know what happens? The commander will be very disappointed. You wouldn’t want to fail at taking your punishment properly.”

Blake’s jaw twitched faintly. Kelved slowly brushed the man’s hair back.

“Who knew you could look like such an obedient little lamb? Truly impressive, Blake. With a face like this, even the high priest might take a liking to you.”

“Mmph, ngh…!”

“Suck it good, Blake, and I might put in a word for you. That’s your ticket to getting out of here sooner. Though, even if you do, you’ll just end up with a brand on your neck and shipped off to the detention camp anyway.”

Kelved snickered, then began roughly violating Blake’s throat. Bound and helpless, Blake could only tremble violently. Unable to breathe properly, his face contorted in pain as he gagged. His stretched jaw ached.

Yet, each time the firm tip scraped the roof of his mouth, a strange sensation sent shivers down his spine.

Watching Blake lift his heels and desperately shake his hips, the men behind him swallowed hard, each picking up a gold coin from the ground.

Their gazes dripped with greed.

John had set the example, so there was no hesitation now. Satisfy their lust, get a coin—nothing could be simpler for these men. They were starving, wretched citizens scraping by on meager food and scarce resources in a barren land.

Some had wives and kids, but that didn’t matter. This wasn’t a crime; it was punishing a sinner, and the coin could feed their families. The temptation was too sweet.

Still, some turned away, unable to look at Blake. They knew exactly who had protected this city. A few muttered that someone should stop this, but no one dared step forward.

“Hoo, ngh…”

Blake could barely suck Kelved’s shaft, only managing to swallow his saliva while his lips fumbled. Despite his massive frame, handsome face, and the scar slashing across it, in this moment, he was no different from a docile lamb. Desperate not to gag, he held Kelved’s length in his mouth, breathing heavily through his nose. But then—

“…!”

A burning tip pressed against the slick, seed-dripping flesh between his cheeks.

He couldn’t even cry out, No. In one thrust, Blake’s core was pierced. A jolt of pleasure mixed with tingling pain made him tense, his arched back trembling as he climaxed uncontrollably. Thick seed spurted from his shaft, spraying like a dog pissing on the street. It was pathetic, laughable.

And utterly depraved.

The man thrusting into him grew more aroused by the lewd sight, speeding up his hips. Each brutal thrust drew muffled moans from Blake’s mouth. He twisted in agony but couldn’t escape the frame. All he could do was clench his fists, curl his toes, and let his body jolt.

“Hn, mmph!”