SD | Chapter 1.3

Blake kept wanting to look back, but he couldn’t. Not just because his hair was grabbed, but because the frame locked his head in place. Knowing this, Kelved whispered mockingly.

“Ha… Blake. There’s a line of guys behind you, itching to have their way with you. Isn’t that hilarious? The hero everyone worshipped, and now they’re losing it over the chance to take your backside.”

Kelved flicked his tied-back red hair and gripped Blake’s cheek. Blake’s glare faltered as the relentless thrusting made saliva drip from his lips and his eyes glaze over. Swallowing to wet his parched mouth, he inadvertently took Kelved’s shaft deeper.

Even after climaxing, the unending stimulation drove him mad.

Kelved released into Blake’s mouth. Thick fluid slid down his throat. Unable to swallow properly, Blake choked, the seed spilling over his lips. His eyes rolled back, teetering on the edge.

Yet the relentless pressure on his core made his thighs weaken. He fought to endure. The hand gripping his head softened, stroking him, when suddenly a large hand clamped over his abdomen from behind.

“Guh…!”

The broad hand kneaded his lower belly. His breathing quickened, unable to steady. Blake messily drooled seed, his hips jerking. His trembling arms could barely hold up.

“Blake-nim, right here… this feels good, doesn’t it? You seem to love it when I hit this spot.”

A bearded man, Mark, muttered. Each thrust made a slick sound, his coarse hair prickling Blake’s sensitive flesh. Unable to hold back, Mark gripped Blake’s buttocks tightly. As Kelved’s shaft slipped from his mouth, Blake gagged, then yelped reflexively when Mark slapped his cheek hard.

“Hik…!”

Seed poured from his mouth and rear, dripping everywhere. Gasping for air, Blake threw his head back under the force of the thrusts, clenching his teeth. Kelved looked down, smirking.

“You’re loving this, huh? Why not play it up a bit?”

“Kel, Kelved…”

“Yeah, I’m right here. Your comrade, Kelved Onias.”

Blake gave a hollow laugh, then spat on Kelved’s clothes.

“…!”

Kelved’s face twisted with insult.

He grabbed Blake’s hair, slamming his knee into his jaw. As Blake gasped in pain, Kelved slapped his face repeatedly, leaving his cheeks red and his jaw bruised. Then he spat on Blake’s face.

“You filthy dog.”

“Ngh, hnn, guh, hgh, ah, mm…”

Blake’s body swayed limply. His gaping rear eagerly took the massive shaft. His twitching form was lewd—clouded eyes, parted lips, slanted brows, saliva trailing down his cheeks. Blake’s face was utterly debauched.

And his body? Perfectly sculpted muscles, plump pecs, tight ribs, a thick, round backside, and a greedy, stretched hole that devoured every thrust. Mark gripped Blake’s thick waist, thrusting in awe.

“How did Blake-nim hide such a lewd side all this time…? Ha, I’m gonna finish. I’m gonna fill you up, Blake-nim!”

Mark shuddered, unloading thick seed into Blake like he was pissing. The sheer volume spilled onto the ground. Blake, tongue lolling, twitched and convulsed, his head dropping. Sweat and fluids dripped messily.

Kelved looked down, amused, muttering.

“That good, huh? Getting off on a sweaty man’s stench? You looked like you were loving it.”

“I’ll… kill you…”

“Tch, such harsh words from our great hero.”

Kelved tapped Blake’s jaw, sneering.

“I can’t wait to tell you how long that line behind you is.”

Blake’s face hardened, paling as he looked up at Kelved.

“…What do you want from me…? Ngh, ah, guh…!”

As one shaft withdrew, another slammed in with brutal force. Unswallowed seed slid from his open mouth. His neat teeth and red tongue were coated in fluids, a chaotic mess.

Now a scrawny man pounded into Blake’s rear. He panted heavily, scratching Blake’s back greedily. Sharp nail marks marred the bronzed skin. Blake shuddered at the unfamiliar pain, leaking seed he hadn’t yet released as the man hit his core.

“Hng, ahh… uht…”

Blake’s body quaked with spasms. His veined shaft, momentarily limp, rose again under the scrawny man’s thrusts. The sensation was maddeningly vivid. Blake bit his lips raw, desperate to stifle his moans, but it was impossible.

“Hn, uht…”

His parted lips stung with pain.

“What do I want?” Kelved laughed, incredulous.

“Blake, I just want to see you happy. You’re clearly a natural at taking it, so I’m just stepping up to help you out. Right?”

“Don’t… talk nonsense…! Ah, ah…!”

A wave of unbearable sensation stole his mind. His vision went white. Blake helplessly took the merciless thrusts, the wet sounds echoing. His rear relaxed, heat surging up his spine.

His swollen belly, stuffed with seed, twitched around the thick shaft filling his soft walls. His breath trembled with the sharp sensation. But despite his shame and disgust, his insides clamped down eagerly.

His broad chest heaved. His pecs swayed, nipples stiff and tempting.

Every fold of his flesh melted, acting like a filthy rag.

“…!”

The scrawny man rubbed his tip against the hole, thrusting lightly, then pulling out, repeating. He sped up. Blake’s hips swayed, urging him on. Bulging veins scraped sensitive walls. The shafts locked, drawing out pleasure. A slow grind brought heavy balls against him.

A languid moan slipped from Blake’s lips. His flushed cheeks burned with shame. Thick, sticky fluid oozed heavily.

Kelved shouted, “Behold the hero’s downfall!”

Except for the men lined up behind Blake, the crowd averted their eyes, unwilling to watch. Soldiers around the public square kept them from leaving, but turning away was the least they could do for their hero.

Every muscle spasmed. Blake’s abdomen rose and fell, muscles bulging. A whimper escaped his throat. He had no choice but to yield to the hands on him, his twitching rear stretched wide. When sensation surged, he held his breath.

But Blake’s body was too strong, too resilient. Even as sticky fluids soaked his thighs and dark clumps oozed between his cheeks, he never once begged for mercy or help.

His engorged shaft was teased. The scrawny man, overwhelmed by the clenching flesh, pulled out of the tight tunnel and sprayed thick seed over Blake’s plump buttocks. The fluids pooled in the crevice, mixing with what spilled from within.

Kelved gave a hollow laugh.

“Stubborn bastard.”

But his expression shifted as he lifted Blake’s chin, meeting his crumpled, moaning eyes.

“Let’s see how long you hold out.”

A massive shaft plunged into the stretched tunnel. A hulking man now ravaged Blake’s insides. He groped Blake’s buttocks, marveling at the slick, soft walls.

“They say you’re a traitor or something? Don’t care. I’m just here for the coin. But damn, what a hole. Didn’t you just take three already? And it’s still this tight?”

“Ngh, hng, ugh…”

“Like a damn sow! Lewder and cheaper than the pigs I raise.”

The rough thrusts threatened to push Blake forward. His firm skin was kneaded by coarse hands. The man stirred the slick hole, rubbing his hairy, damp groin against it. The thick scent of fluids spread.

The burly man slammed in with a bang, groping Blake’s arched waist.

“Let me share a little secret, lord.”

His shaft pressed hard against an untouched spot on Blake’s upper wall. It pushed in. Blake’s mouth gaped. His eyes widened. He curled his toes tightly, his face twisting fiercely. A jumble of moans and words spilled out.

“Wait, wait…”

His flushed shaft gleamed with slick fluids. Then, before the flesh was fully visible, the tip drove deep into his colon.

“Stop, it’s in, ah? Nng…! No more…!”

“No more? What’s that mean…”

Thud. His core was pierced straight through.

“No!”

Blake screamed shrilly, writhing. His mind slowed to a crawl. The massive, unyielding shaft breached forbidden depths, pleasure sweeping through him. It pressed and rocked against the rugged spot. His inner thighs trembled. Gasping, eyes rolling back, he mumbled incoherently.

“I’m… I’m gonna come again…!”

Humiliation surged to the crown of Blake’s head as his body convulsed wildly. Fluid gushed from his gaping, twitching urethra. It wasn’t quite seed—too watery for that—but too clear to be urine. Droplets of the strange liquid dripped from his pulsing shaft.

His innate nature was so depraved that after just four rounds of being taken from behind, he was squirting.

Kelved lifted Blake’s chin, grinning with genuine delight as he watched. The sight of saliva trailing from Blake’s lips, breaking and reconnecting, was a spectacle.

Blake’s eyes brimmed with a desperate, pleading allure, dripping with raw sensuality.

Slosh, squelch, slurp…

The lascivious sounds were unthinkable for something tearing through such an intimate place. The massive tip, kissing and probing deep into Blake’s colon—as if it could reach a womb if he had one—drove him to writhe, clumsily clenching with no finesse. Yet, despite his inexperience, his passage was so exquisite that frothy bubbles sprayed from the junction, splattering everywhere.

His ravaged insides spasmed under the relentless pounding.

If Blake were a woman, his fluids would’ve been thick and plentiful. His trembling was so intense, his jaw clenched so hard, it seemed his bones might crack. Sweat-soaked hair clung to his forehead and cheeks as Blake let out a ragged moan.

“Hii…!”

“Damn, you’re squeezing like crazy… Ha, are you really the hero? This is straight-up sow behavior.”

The man thrusting hard pulled out almost entirely before burying himself in the deepest spot. He ground against it, pressing firmly. Blake’s eyes rolled back, whites fully exposed, as his bumpy colon was crushed. The connected walls clamped tightly, writhing around the shaft. The warm, trembling flesh began greedily sucking the man in.

“Whoa!”

The burly man gasped in awe.

“Hey, snap out of it.”

Kelved, displeased, slapped Blake’s cheek lightly. Blake exhaled roughly, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

His rigid shaft showed no sign of softening. His thoroughly wrecked, gaping rear only twitched, its walls begging to be ravaged. How could anyone call this a hero?

Bruises bloomed on his swollen face from each blow, yet they almost looked like badges of honor, which slightly irked Kelved. Releasing Blake’s face, Kelved stepped aside and kicked the burly man’s stomach with the toe of his boot.

Thud!

“Guh…!”

Blake’s insides quaked as if his guts were being squeezed. His hole went slack, his thighs too weak to hold him.

“Cough, guh, ngh, hnn…?”

Each cough tightened his passage, making the massive shaft’s shape painfully vivid. The gripping sensation was so foreign it gave him chills. Blake could only tremble, leaking fluids. He couldn’t breathe properly.

His insides were soon filled with seed.

“Ugh, ha.”

Satisfied, the burly man savored the pleasure, thrusting lightly before slowly pulling out and patting Blake’s buttocks.

For Blake, nothing was more humiliating than being treated like this. But he had no time to dwell on it. His body shook from pleasure, unable to even swallow properly, as another man approached from behind.