SD | Chapter 2.2

The hot, slick touch of a tongue grazed his armpit briefly before a shaft rubbed against him. His weak eyes widened, but the slow, savoring thrusts from behind made him gasp loudly.

It was an infuriatingly ticklish feeling. But when it was rubbed hard, a chilling foreign sensation stiffened his back. The fluids inside gushed out, mixed semen bubbling like foam.

The inner walls writhed.

Unfazed, the man slammed his fist-sized glans inside, scraping the bumpy flesh ruthlessly.

“Ngh, ahh, ah!”

The thick tip ground against his insides. The forceful movement made his hole feel like it was flipping, dizzying him.

Semen splattered onto Blake’s face.

The men sucked on his pecs and crushed his lips. His firm, swollen nipples were rubbed, his chest mashed by huge hands. They looked ready to burst, almost as if they’d lactate. When tongues licked them, Blake’s body jolted wildly.

Unable to handle the pleasure, his body fell back, but they held him and pounded roughly, his face melting. His eyes rolled back, tears dripping, semen-stained eyebrows twisting, aristocratic cheekbones twitching, and drool spilling from his slack mouth. Each upward thrust was like a brutal hammering.

“Ah, urk… please, stop! This, hic! Damn it… ngh, ahh, hngh…!”

“Who’d have thought that Blake would say stuff like this?”

“This guy’s pecs are so damn firm and tasty. Bigger than a woman’s, even?”

“Shit, I’ve never touched a woman’s! Guess I’ll settle for these!”

When they yanked his nipples, he thrust his chest out, only to be mocked as lewd. Blake felt his vision blur. A whimper escaped his throat, his muscles twitching like they were seizing. He was drenched in pleasure.

The scorching inner walls eagerly swallowed the shaft. Just touching his pecs sent the man into a relentless climax. The tight grip of Blake’s hole felt mind-blowing.

Ecstasy shot up his spine. Even as he trembled with satisfaction, each deep thrust made him clutch at anything in reach, begging for it to stop.

His untouched shaft leaked shamelessly.

Another man started choking Blake’s neck. A tongue shoved into his gaping mouth with a gasp, exploring every corner with filthy noises. Lost in the hazy euphoria, Blake moved his tongue unconsciously.

Then, Maxsim, shaking off the others, grabbed Blake’s hair and yanked. Unable to hold back, Blake moaned. Their eyes met, Maxsim’s red gaze locking onto him.

With a soft smile, Maxsim opened his mouth and nibbled Blake’s nose. Reflexively closing and opening his eyes, Blake tried to speak through the choking grip, but a harsh slap made his vision spin.

Finally, Blake gagged, vomiting bile.

“Ha, this guy’s puking!”

“So damn gross…”

Ignoring the coughing, retching man, they jeered. Maxsim, unfazed, kissed Blake’s filthy lips, eagerly tasting them. His long, split tongue clung to Blake’s teeth, sucking wetly.

Struggling to breathe, Blake made choked noises, too overwhelmed by the thrusting to think. No more fluids came. His eyes rolled back as he surrendered his tongue to Maxsim, his tilting body caught by someone.

“Bet we could fit two in there.”

If he’d heard that murmur, he might’ve put up a pathetic fight. Not that it would’ve done any good.

Tragically, with five or six men clinging to him, Blake couldn’t even collapse. It was around then he noticed another shaft rubbing against his voluptuous rear.

His face paled. He tried to push Maxsim away, but the man clung tighter, his sharp teeth tugging at Blake’s lips, drawing blood and a metallic tang. But that wasn’t the issue.

“…Hngh, ahh!”

Another shaft pierced his tender entrance, spearing through him.

His large chest heaved. Semen-soaked nipples glistened, his bronze skin smeared with fluids. His twisting body revealed ribs, a tapered waist, plump hips, and a rigid, veiny shaft that swayed pathetically.

The two men behind him were desperate to shove their members deeper. The stretched, slick hole drooled, making shameless noises. The sticky mix of semen and fluids created loud friction. Blake clung to Maxsim, panting.

“Stop, it won’t fit…!”

“No way it won’t fit in an ass this big! Maxsim, hold him tight!”

“Ugh, mmph.”

“Guh, urgh…”

Blake’s member went limp, overwhelmed by pain. But the men didn’t care, trampling his body. Each heavy smack to his rear showed his humiliated, contorted face. Squelch, smack. The wet, sloppy sounds from his drenched hole mimicked a brothel’s filth.

Two shafts crossed, pressing hard inside.

The dual tips invaded deep, stimulating soft flesh. His thighs felt like they’d snap under the strain. Sweat-soaked hair clung to his round forehead. Vulgar curses flew.

“Fucking slut, what a loose hole. Two fit? Thought he was a hero, but now he’s just a whore.”

“Look at that filthy, happy face. Never seen a guy like this.”

“Guh, hah, urk…”

His rear was stuffed full. One scraped slowly, the other sped up, the contrast driving Blake insane. To stifle his cries, he bit his bleeding lips raw. But Maxsim shoved fingers into his mouth.

“Hngh!”

Fearing he’d bite them off, his mouth slackened. Struggling to breathe, Blake opened his mouth wide, moans spilling out.

“Ah, ahh! Ngh, hic, ugh!”

“Damn, those moans are filthy.”

“No, ah, urp, ngh, haa!”

Blake couldn’t focus. Despite trying to stay quiet, sounds poured out. His trembling body seemed grateful for the stretched walls. Semen dripped from his bouncing pecs, like milk.

Each heavy smack crushed his insides. His body burned. The red flesh between his cheeks swallowed everything, his legs spreading wider despite no force. The shafts raced to plunge into his depths.

His swollen rear, once pink, was now deep red. It was impossible to tell if the dripping was fluid or semen. Blake climaxed messily, shuddering.

“Ah, ahh!”

The massive volume forced his tight walls apart. The sticky passage’s brutal grip made the men behind him groan, thrusting faster. Unknown semen coated his face, chest, and groin.

Even after climaxing, the relentless stimulation made Blake suck Maxsim’s fingers, throwing his head back.

Drooling, his swollen pecs thrust forward, the gasping man was easily ruined further. As one shaft slid out, it hammered near his depths, scraping tender membranes mercilessly. His body convulsed in extreme pleasure.

His fully stretched rear looked pitiful, as if it’d never close. His trembling hips were pure debauchery. The shafts rubbed inside, making wet squelches, mashing his insides. Each scrape of the bumpy walls drew excited moans.

Maxsim forced Blake’s mouth open, pulling out his tongue and licking it with his split one. The creepy sensation made Blake want to turn away, but he couldn’t.

Maxsim’s aroused face loomed close, his gleaming red eyes full of lust, clashing with his oddly innocent features. Blake shut his eyes.

Squelch, thwack! Smack, splat.

His mouth filled with tongue. The red flesh tangled, mimicking the dual shafts below. Saliva flowed like fluids. Unable to breathe, Blake’s red eyelids trembled as he panted.

“Hngh, urk!”

His tight walls clamped the shafts as he climaxed relentlessly.

His shaking body was loud. Filthy moans and lewd noises echoed in the raucous prison.

The pleasure, starting like a sudden storm, showed no end. He lacked the strength to curl a finger.

Kneading his firm pecs, Maxsim sucked his nipples. The two pounding his rear seemed to reach their limit, speeding up.

When his depths filled with semen, thick fluid oozed, and the men dropped Blake like trash. He collapsed into Maxsim’s arms, hips raised.

“Look at how tight this guy’s hole is. Already closing up. Shame I didn’t get his virginity…”

His stretched rear was tightening already. Blake shakily raised a hand, trying to cover himself. The men laughed at the absurd, pathetic attempt to protect his hole.

His shaft dribbled clear fluid.

They yanked his hand roughly and slapped his rear, aiming for his hole. The friction of palm and perineum made loud smacks. Each hit drew short screams, Blake whimpering in Maxsim’s arms.

“Ah, urk! Hngh, ha!”

The web-like fluids made his soaked lower half even lewder. Droplets sprayed from his gaping hole. The exposed membranes pulsed. Semen pooled inside, making Blake feel stuffed. His lower abs ached.

Then, the largest man, sitting deepest in the room, stood. Over two meters tall, bigger than Blake, his thick frame seemed to shake the ground with each step. It really did.

Blake slowly looked up at him.

“…”

He’d rarely felt true fear in his life. Not even before a commander or a cult leader. But now, what was this feeling?

As the giant undid his waistband, revealing a heavy slab of flesh, Blake’s face turned ashen.

“How could that…”

The giant grabbed Blake, practically cradled in Maxsim’s arms, and flipped him over. Blake had no choice but to watch the massive flesh enter him. He tried to crawl back, but his legs were yanked, and the veiny shaft plunged in.

“Ngh, ahh!”

His head thrown back, his trembling eyes clouded. For a moment, he seemed to faint—mouth agape, pupils slack, drool and tears streaming, body limp. His insides spasmed, loosening and tightening around the shaft that rammed straight to his depths.

With a dazed expression, unable to blink, Blake’s hips were gripped as the giant pulled out with a squelch and slammed back in with a thud.

“Hiiiik!”

Thud, thud. Splat. Each rough sound, the stretched junction, and Blake’s convulsing waist drew hungry looks from the men. His shaft endlessly leaked clear fluid. Each deep thrust made his belly bulge like it’d tear.

In extreme pleasure, Blake had no choice but to open his upper hole to the giant kissing him. The tongue ravaged his mouth, and huge hands kneaded his pecs. He felt faint, moans bursting everywhere.

“Ahh, nghh! Urp, hngh! Ah!”

As consciousness faded, another shaft entered his mouth. Blake saw it clearly with his own eyes—the men approaching slowly, each with excited faces, thrusting their members toward him.

❖ ❖ ❖

Late at night.

A hooded figure hurried along somewhere. Despite the pitch-black path with not a single light, they moved swiftly, either accustomed to such routes or just naturally agile.

The figure felt sweat trickle down beneath the hood. They glanced back several times, but no one was following. Still, they couldn’t afford to stop and rest. If someone caught them, everything would be over.

Finally reaching a door, they knocked three times at steady intervals. A faint candlelight flickered inside, and someone opened the door.

The light revealed the face of Talios, Blake’s direct subordinate—no, more like his right-hand man.

With a resolute gaze, he peered inside. A few others, also hooded, stood there. As Talios stepped in and closed the door, the man in the center removed his hood.

Golden, radiant blond hair caught the eye first. Long, fluttering eyelashes framed emerald-green eyes that blinked slowly. Talios swallowed hard. He’d seen Adrian’s beauty countless times, but it never got easier to handle.

“You’re here.”

A soft, gentle voice. Talios snapped out of it, belatedly.

“Yes, Adrian. I shook off all the watchers.”

“Well done.”

Only then did the others remove their hoods one by one. They were all high-ranking figures in the country. Though their identities might’ve shocked others, Talios just looked at them calmly.

“What’s going to happen to Blake now…?”

“You don’t need to worry about Blake.”

“But, Adrian !”

“Shh, keep your voice down.”

The tallest woman among them whispered sharply. Talios bit his lower lip, then took a deep breath. Adrian watched him with a small smile.

“ Blake will be fine. Don’t you trust him?”

“…I do. I trust him. But I’m worried Colin won’t leave Blake alone…”

“I’ll handle that.”

A plain-looking man with brown hair spoke up. But his eyes gleamed with an eerie blue light, almost hypnotic. Talios met his familiar gaze, clenching and unclenching his fists anxiously.

“Is that… even possible?”

“I’ll do my best to prevent any mishaps. Blake himself said he’s fine, so, Talios, focus on your own tasks.”

Talios’s face darkened, but he nodded reluctantly.

“Now, shall we get to the point?”

With a smile, Adrian pulled documents from his coat. In this barren world, where paper made from trees was a precious commodity, everyone stared intently at the sheets.

“I’ll handle talks with the cult leader. The rest of you… please follow what’s written here.”

The sound of pages turning echoed in the silent room. With each flip, Talios’s eyes widened in shock. He looked up at Adrian, lips parting as if to confirm if this was real.

The youngest among them tilted his head and spoke.

“This… will it actually work? I mean, are we really doing this?”

The tall woman snapped irritably.

“Now’s not the time for that nonsense.”

The brown-haired man continued in a calm tone.

“Everything will go according to plan. If it wouldn’t, we wouldn’t be here.”

“These are the reactions I expected.”

“Adrian, are you insane?”

The tall woman finally blurted out, her voice a mix of disbelief and frustration. Her face, caught between anger and confusion, creased as she glared at Adrian. The man himself remained unfazed, even shrugging as if to say, What’s the problem?