SD | Chapter 1.4

His wrecked hole gaped wide open. A thick, viscous liquid oozed down between his skin, and the space between his spread thighs was smeared with crusted semen.

Drool leaked messily from his open mouth, and the man, eyes glazed and unfocused, could only blink slowly while twitching faintly.

There was no guessing how many dicks he’d taken. At some point, the overwhelming pleasure had sent Blake’s mind spiraling, making it impossible to tell how much time had passed.

The man’s lower half, bound tightly, was completely soaked. The gritty sand beneath him was a mess, caked with cum. Yet even in this state, Blake never once screamed for death or begged for help. Instead, he kept trying to reason with them, insisting that this was a barbaric act.

Not that anyone listened to him.

To them, a hero’s worth paled next to the promise of immediate gold, and the soldiers surrounding them were far more terrifying.

Blake Riverd had felt the sting of class differences his whole life. Like livestock branded with a number, he’d been born an A class, raised in wealth, and adored at school—not just for his talent but for that A class label. The path before him had always been smooth, paved with privilege.

But what about the others?

Blake’s expression grew heavy as he blinked slowly. Some couldn’t even eat in the cafeteria because of their low rank, targeted and harassed. The C class kids who barely made it into school couldn’t lift their heads, struggling just to study.

He’d done his best to help them, but all it earned him was the whispered title of “hypocrite” behind his back.

Still, he couldn’t give up on this revolution. Because…

“Shh, Blake.”

“Ah…”

Adrian.

Another A class, a friend who’d grown up with him since childhood.

Golden blond hair, emerald green eyes, strikingly pale skin, and a face so refined it could only be called beautiful. Staring at the mole on the bridge of the man’s nose, Blake realized he was still alive.

“I’ll get you out of this in no time.”

“Adrian…”

Adrian’s eyes lowered slowly, his face etched with worry as he gently stroked Blake’s cheek. Blood crusted on Blake’s face, bruises blooming red, and Adrian looked heartbroken. He didn’t show a hint of disgust at Blake’s state, no matter how gruesome.

“No, Adrian. If you do that…”

“No one will know it was me. Or better yet, let’s just run away together, Blake. I can’t take this anymore. I can’t stand watching you suffer.”

“But… Adrian.”

Blake gave a weak smile.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? The revolution you wanted.”

That’s right. The revolution hadn’t even been Blake’s idea to begin with. He’d been swayed by Adrian’s persistent persuasion and gentle demeanor, drawn into plotting it all.

They’d sabotaged government operations, delaying or redirecting supply shipments, then leaked those goods to the lower classes. They spread banned information and secretly provided safehouses for victims fleeing oppression.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly—until someone betrayed them. Maybe an informant, or perhaps Colin had planted a spy. Whatever it was, Blake’s actions were exposed.

Still, Blake was relieved that Colin didn’t know Adrian was involved. If Adrian had been the one enduring this, Blake wouldn’t have been able to stay sane.

To Blake, Adrian was his only salvation.

“If you free me, you’ll end up in the same mess. Colin will hunt us down to the end.”

“Blake, look at yourself right now…”

“I can endure it. They won’t kill me. Killing me would be pointless. This country needs me—I’m sure of it.”

Adrian’s expression was unreadable. Blake thought he’d see sadness, but oddly, it didn’t feel that way. After blinking a few times, he finally saw the Adrian he knew—a face crumpled, on the verge of tears.

“Then what am I supposed to do…?”

“Keep doing what we planned, Adrian. I trust you.”

Tears spilled from Adrian’s eyes. Each glistening drop from those jewel-like green eyes made Blake feel like his heart was shattering. But once they’d started, there was no turning back.

For Adrian’s sake, Blake was determined to bring change to this country—and with it, peace.

He spoke urgently, his voice hoarse. “Hurry, get back to your place.”

“But—”

“Adrian.”

Adrian bit his lower lip hard and turned away. Blake let out a shaky breath, his head drooping.

“…”

Not long after Adrian’s presence faded, as if someone had been waiting for him to leave, a dark shadow loomed over Blake.

A single finger slowly pried open Blake’s clenched hole. It slid in easily, slick with all the moisture. Sticky semen dripped from the stretched, tender flesh. Blake flinched, desperately trying to clench shut, but the rough grip forcing him open wouldn’t let him.

A face, breathing heavily, leaned in close from behind. Someone rubbed their nose between his skin, sniffing, and Blake jolted in panic.

“Hk…!”

It was a dark night. With the threat of monsters, people avoided going out after dark, even in the village. Blake had been resting, certain no one would come, so this sudden assault left him reeling. He lifted his heels, calves tensing as he stomped in a futile struggle.

But the man pressed against him from behind scraped his coarse beard along Blake’s back, dragging his tongue slowly up from his perineum. He savored the abused, battered flesh, sliding his tongue in with deliberate care, licking every inch of the swollen inner walls, teasing the engorged ridges with quick, hungry strokes.

“Hn? Hngh, ah?”

Blake’s inner thighs tensed. The searing heat of the man’s body so close sent a dull thrill coiling through his gut. His tightly shut entrance began to loosen, bit by bit. The all-consuming sensation made Blake clench his fists, his brow furrowing in distress. His eyelids flushed red.

Slurp, smack, slurp, schlup.

The sound was like someone devouring a meal. The man buried his nose and mouth in Blake’s rear, relentlessly ravaging the slick, wet depths. He didn’t care about the raw taste of semen—seemed to crave the depravity even more—sucking hard, hollowing his cheeks.

The pleasure was too much to articulate. Yet Blake’s hole, as if seeking a cock to stretch it wider, kept opening and closing frantically. Pleased by this, the man thrust his tongue in and out, then gently nibbled the plump flesh, licking with wet, smacking sounds.

Blake’s full hips swayed side to side, as if trying to escape the overwhelming stimulation. Swallowing hard, he tilted his head back, trembling violently. His cock, rock-hard against his stomach, looked ready to spill at any moment. But the way he fought to hold back made it clear—he didn’t want to seem this debased.

Then the man’s tongue swirled through the soft inner walls, sucking greedily at the dripping, thread-like fluids. Blake couldn’t hold out. He came, spraying his release across the man’s face, his hole clenching desperately around the intruding tongue as fluid gushed from his tip. His ragged breaths echoed. But the man behind him didn’t stop.

“Ha, I already… already came…!”

Enthralled by the musky scent, the man rubbed the now-relaxed, puckered hole with a gentleness that belied his earlier ferocity. He kneaded Blake’s firm, bronzed buttocks, stretching them until they gave way.

He ravaged Blake’s insides with his tongue, defiling the tender flesh in a lewd, filthy act. The hole, swollen from earlier abuse, was dug into relentlessly, as if its puffy state only made it more enticing.

Blake’s expression melted. His eyebrows slanted, his mouth hung open, and he drooled, leaking fluids in a shameless mess.

Seeing a nearly two-meter-tall man make such an obscene face would’ve had some snapping photos. If Adrian, his dear friend, had seen this, Blake might’ve bitten his tongue and chosen death. He looked like he was born for this kind of debauchery.

Then the man, face pressed close, slowly pulled back. Blake convulsed, shaking his cock as if trying to force out nonexistent semen. But his emptied balls had nothing left to give.

Thinking it was over, Blake let out a relieved breath—only for thick fingers to slide back in, roughly rubbing his most sensitive spot.

“Ah, hah!”

The slick, wet sounds were vivid.

Squelch, squelch…

The splatter of fluids and the obscene noises made Blake’s face burn crimson.

But that wasn’t the worst of it. The fingers relentlessly targeted his swollen, sensitive spot, driving him to the edge of madness.

His rigid body could only let out stifled moans. He shook his head frantically, muttering “please,” though even he wasn’t sure if he was begging for it to stop or for a cock to fill him.

Gritting his teeth and trying to clear his dizzy mind, Blake clenched his thighs as the number of fingers increased to three, tightening around them to push them out.

But the man behind him didn’t care. He pressed his fingers together, kneading the plump spot, watching Blake’s trembling hips with detached interest.

He could’ve said something, revealed who he was, but he didn’t even offer a voice. It felt like being violated by a faceless beast. Even though no one else was around, it was more humiliating than the daytime assaults. It was as if Blake had become someone who deserved this.

Sticky fluid coated his thighs, clinging messily as his legs rubbed together. When the man’s hand grazed his smooth back, Blake felt a primal shame, like a beast was claiming him. The man rubbed his sensitive spots hard, thrusting roughly. His tensed thighs twitched visibly.

Blake’s naked form was a vision of lust. His protruding, smooth buttocks, thick thigh muscles, impossibly full chest, prominent Adam’s apple, sharp jaw, rounded ears, thick brows, and striking features…

A strange current buzzed up his spine. The fingers digging into his softened hole brought overwhelming pleasure. The act of pressing and scraping his slick flesh was tormenting. Blake stuck out his tongue, drool dripping. The thick fingers stirring his tender walls obsessively targeted his sensitive spot.

Unable to bear the depravity, Blake sobbed quietly, panting. He lifted his chin, trembling stiffly. He mumbled “no” in a daze, the pleasure too intense.

When two thumbs spread his hole wide, he felt it gape.

“Hnng, hk…”

Then, between his quivering hips, a thick, veiny shaft was thrust in.

The sensation of being impaled made Blake’s mouth fall open, his body shaking. The man moved ruthlessly, forcing Blake’s clenched body open. Gripping his thrashing thighs, he pounded hard, sticky semen dripping between them. Blake’s heated body couldn’t calm down.

The man tore into the stretched gap, pulling Blake’s frozen thighs closer, burying himself deeper. He ravaged the slick membranes without restraint. The more he did, the more Blake’s hole gaped. Fluid leaked from his front, untouched.

The violation was agonizing. Blake shook his head wildly, fists clenched, his hole pulsing. The stretched membranes reached their limit.