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“So this is the one that talked up a big game about slaying the beast.”
“Ha! The beast should’ve killed this one, instead of letting him live with his shame. Look at him, he looks heavily pregnant.”
“I don’t know. If it actually stopped fucking the boy, I think he may have slayed that cock of its instead.”
The boy stirs into some form of consciousness. Scatterings of cruel laughter and careless kicks at his limp body greet him.
Every bit of his body hurts, from the inside of his guts, his womb, to the outsides of his skin. Even as he processes the pain that soaks him through like the monster’s semen, more numb pain comes from the kicks aimed at his body. He lets out a moan as a kick aimed at his ass lands and slips inside his gaping asshole. It stays there, digging shallow at his insides.
The boy squirms and rolls his hips, slowly moving himself up and down on the boot in his ass. Heat flushes across his cheeks when he realizes the scattering of laughter is aimed at his behavior. He lets out a wordless groan in protest and stares up blankly at the ceiling. His legs roll open, exposing his ruined cunt for any to see.
“Well, better have our fun while the lad’s still alive. Unleash the waves, boys.”
With that, cold water splashes onto his head. The boy sputters to consciousness, protesting with a few words that are promptly swallowed by yet another bucket of cold but sweet, clean water. The boy turns his aching body to the floor, mind still clouded, and dips his head to the muddy stone flooring to lick at the puddles. He laps up clean-ish water that’s not seed of the beast to the sound of the guards laughing uproariously, one making a gleeful retching noise.
“Enough of that, boy.” A kick comes flying at his tender and still full stomach. His stomach’s still distended from the cum trapped in his womb, and the boy chokes and falls to his elbows and knees. His ass shakes, leaking cum down his trembling thighs. “You’ll get your stomach’s fill of cum if you’re still thirsty.”
“N- noo,” The boy protests weakly. Let him be released into the merciful arms of Thanatos, please. “Please…”
“Don’t be like that, boy.” The head guard- the one apparently in charge of the group- snorts. “We’ll be far better to you than that beast you loved being on the cock of.”
“Didn’t, no… Please, not again.” The boy says, mind clouded by pain and the effects of being brought to orgasm far too many times than what the human mind could handle.
“Cry all you want.” The head guard says matter-or-factly. “Won’t stop us from having our fun with you.”
The boy realizes that he is, in fact, crying again. “No, no, please- let me- let me go, let me, die…”
“Someone put a cock in his mouth before he embarrasses himself further. Bet it’s virgin.” One of the guards says, and the boy founds himself being dragged up by the hair. A pair of hands take his sore hips and something thin dips in and out of his gaping ass.
“Barely even felt it, did you, you slut.” A guard mocks. He’s right, the boy had barely felt anything, but he didn’t have to tell it to him. “All hollowed out from the beast’s nice, thick cock. Did you like that?”
“Hnn! No, please, I hate- I hated-“ The boy sobs. “No-oh-oh… no…”
“Shut up already,” A guard in front of him mutters, fastening a leather belt-like harness to the front of his exomis. The boy suddenly finds himself with a thick wooden cock filling his mouth. It flattens his tongue and he gags with nothing but seed in his stomach.
“Hrk!” He chokes around the sudden appendage in his mouth. It’s covered in the seed of the beast. It tastes… musky, the animalistic and thick scent of monstrous cum mixing with the taste of the wood. The revolting taste of bull semen and his own blood fills his mouth and covers every taste bud upon his limp tongue. “Hngh! Nrhgh!” His hands claw at the stone underneath them.
“Oh, shut up.” Another inflexible thing enters his loosened cunt, stabbing into his walls on the occasional misaimed thrust. It’s yet another cock carved out of wood, vaguely resembling a human male cock except for how thick it is. To the boy, of course, it feels as if it’s but a slender appendage— after being used as a fucktoy for a monstrous cock he couldn’t even put both his hands around.
Exomis hiked up, bare thighs slap onto the boy’s own slick and bruise-mottled ones as, in a single movement, the long, thick wooden cock is driven into the boy’s barely settled pussy. The drag of splintery wood against his slick but already abused walls drives him mad, the boy slobbering onto the cock in his mouth and shaking under the hands holding his hips.
“Hn! Nrh!” The boy protests at the intrusion, finding the strength in him to shout into the huge wooden cock. His muffled and incomprehensible cries are cut off by the cock suddenly thrusting forward into his throat, the tip of it stabbing harshly into the back of his mouth. His throat spasms uncontrollably.
The boy’s nose was congested from the hours of crying he’d gone through while enduring the violation of his two holes. As congested as his noses were, he couldn’t breathe except through his dry mouth. The sudden invasion of a cock into his tender throat cuts off all air to his lungs, forcing the boy to protest against the cock and slowly, slowly grow limper and weaker.
The cock in his throat moves in and out at a steady pace, the guard unable to enjoy the sensation of a flesh and blood cock engulfed by a warm throat but fully able to appreciate a boy’s face grow pained and then limp below him. The boy is allowed to breathe whenever the cock pulls out, and forced to hold his breath when the cock decides to stay in his throat, surely bruising the insides of it.
The guard behind him digs his armored hands into the boy’s hips and grinds deep inside of the boy. The particular wooden cock the guard is using is a double-ended one, the other end of the cock deep inside the man controlling the fucking. The guard lets out his own moans, plenty satisfied by the jostling provided to his own pussy.
He grinds against the boy’s wet ass. “As deep as I want the cock inside of him, his bottom is disgusting.” He laughs. “Our beast made a mess of him, huh? All this piss and semen staining my clothes. I bet some of the cum’s from you. What a whore.”
An armored hand releases the boy’s tender hips only to backhand the top of his ass. The boy lets out a whimper of pain into the cock buried in his throat.
“Don’t you worry about me, boy, I’ll have you lick every trace of your fun with the monster from my thighs.” The guard promises. “Maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll even sit on your pretty face. How does that sound?”
Ignoring any protest from the boy, the guard begins to churn his pussy with the cock penetrating them both. It’s a sloppy kind of fucking, not just from how loosened one of the pussies are and how soaked it is with semen, but because the guard seems perfectly content to sloppily thrust his hips back and forward. The haphazard thrusting results in the cock being driven into the boy’s walls at odd angles from time to time, with resulting noises of pain being muffled into cock fucking him from the front.
Just as the boy gets used to the rhythm set by the two cocks, the wooden cock at his front jabs into the back of his mouth and then digs deeper, scratching at the walls of his throat. It forces the boy’s neck in a line so that the inflexible wood could settle deep inside of it. At this point his face is right to the harness that the guard is wearing, his lips brushing the man’s lower bush. It smells of wet arousal.
The boy waits for the cock to retreat but it doesn’t. It stays there, depriving the boy of sweet air. His throat completely molds to the shape of the wooden cock. His nose, however hard he huffs and puffs, refuses to clear from the hours of crying. It won’t do him any good.
The guard suddenly lets go of his hair to fit his hands around the boy’s neck. “I can feel this cock in you. Do you like it?” He laughs at the boy’s non-response, his already clouded mind starting to drift from the lack of air. “Bet you’re not even a virgin. Your throat’s taking my cock so well, it’s better than some of the whores that bother to accept us. Maybe we could make a whore out of you too. Would you like that, boy?”
The boy’s eyes roll backwards from the choking both inside and out. “Ghk- ghlk… gk…” His noises start to fade into nothing.
The thick wood in his throat blocks any possible air from escaping or entering his lungs. The two hands fit around his neck as if they were made for it, bruising his tender flesh. They press painfully into his throat, fingers against wood with thin skin sandwiched between. He’s still being roughly fucked from behind, cum and piss and blood being stirred around.
He arches his back as a tremor slithers down his spine. Now familiar with the sensation, the boy cums from the choking that he’s being made to endure, wetting the thighs of the guard behind him. Said guard makes a cry of mocking disgust. “Aww, looks like you enjoyed that far too much. You liked that, huh?”
The boy’s eyes dull. He nods slowly- or tries to. It’s impossible with the cock impaling his throat. Tears start to leak from his eyes at the realization that he can’t even say yes or no.
“Ah, the little slut’s too far gone.” The guard who’s simply been watching tsks. A bare hand of his is buried inside his own cunt, a gentle thumb swirling around his clit. He’s wet up to his wrist in his own slick. “Don’t kill him yet, I haven’t even gotten to feel his insides.”
The hands at his throat retreat to fist themselves into the boy’s short hair. His head is pulled off of the cock and it scrapes at his tender inside of the mouth as it goes. The boy thinks he’s bleeding again, but he honestly can’t be sure of anything except for the humiliation and low, burning pleasure at the bottom of his stomach. And of course the pain. There’s new pain- the burning sensation in his lungs.
There’s a tendril of fluid extending from the tip of the boy’s outstretched tongue and the wet of the wooden cock being withdrawn from his mouth. It’s soon snapped as the guard slaps the boy’s cheeks on each side with the side of the cock. He finally inhales sweet, sweet oxygen and begins to cough, regaining his vision slightly.
“Flip him over.” The head guard orders. “I’m going to give you boys a show.” There’s a scattering of laughter among the other two guards.
The boy’s flipped over per his orders and he hits the ground with an oomf, his tender asscheeks and then his bare shoulder blades hitting the rough stones. He weeps weakly and mewls in protest. His tears trail themselves slowly down the sides of his face.
The head guard crouches at the boy’s legs and lifts them up by the undersides of his knees none too gently. He shoves them aside and the boy lets his legs fall open to expose his wrecked cunt and ass. Furiously foamed cum leaks from both his gaping holes, his flesh already mottled with bruises along the slit of his private parts.
“What a pretty picture you paint.” The head guard chuckles. “I’m about to ruin you even further, boy. I’ll punch you in the womb until you can’t even cum anymore. You like the sound of that?”
The boy cries out weakly in protest. “Ngah, pl-please.” He begs. “No more.”
“Ah, you’ll be fine, you’ve taken a bigger cock in that pretty pussy of yours.” The head guard rolls up his sleeves, revealing a well-toned arm rippling with thick muscles. It is, of course, not as thick as the beast’s cock.
An arm rears back and a powerful fist lands atop the boy’s pussy.
“Aah!” A high-pitched cry tears itself from the boy’s hoarse throat. Pain and pleasure spikes from his cunt. He can feel cum leaking from his holes even more clearly now, the sensation tingling at his sensitive skin.
There’s laughter at his cry of pain. “Sorry, sorry, looks like I missed your hole. I don’t know why I would’ve done that, it’s such a big, gaping target.”
The boy whimpers and tries to close his legs, only to be greeted with kicks at his inner thighs. The already bruised flesh amplifies the pain. “Nhaa- hk.” The boy chokes on his whimpers. A few kicks toss his legs even wider.
“No closing those legs, boy, or we’ll have to break ‘em.” The boy’s hips twitch. “Oh? You like the sound of that? We’ll shatter your kneecaps so you can’t even walk without us dragging you by the throat.” He shakes his head furiously. “Down, boy. If you’re good for us we won’t have to do anything like that, alright?”
The boy nods his head and diligently parts his legs as far as they can go. There’s mirth in the voice that comes next. “There we go. What a good boy. Maybe we’ll keep you like a pet dog to fuck- I’m sure they’ll allow that as a little treat for you and us.”
Something deep inside the boy protests at the treatment he’s going through, but mostly? He’s just glad to be talked to, to not be raped by a monster that couldn’t understand his cries. He cries in the joy of being touched and fucked by men, real men who talked to him. Men who fucked him and made him feel so good. The little panicking voice inside his head is buried in the haziness of pleasure and overstimulation.
The boy’s thoughts are interrupted by another punch to his pussy. The boy gasps in pain, spittle and cum flying out of his mouth. “P-Please,” he wheezes out.
Another punch lands, this time square on his cunt. There’s a wet squelch of wet on wet. This spike of pleasure goes straight to his head, and the boy shakes as he reaches yet another climax. He spurts his pleasure all along the hairy fist of the head guard. The trio of laughter around him makes his head spin— or was that the ceiling?
He was being a good boy, he was pleasing the men keeping him. He was being good. He wouldn’t ruin this, he swore. His lips part to let out a high-pitched whine of pleasure.
Two knuckles slip between the folds of his pussy. The boy gasps. The two folded fingers are joined by a third, and then a fourth as they flip open, fingernails scraping his walls, and slip inside. The fingers flex and stretch themselves along the boy’s insides. The last finger presses down on the boy’s clit, harsh and firm.
“Annh!” The boy moans. “More… Deeper, please.” He begs. Isn’t that what all men wanted to hear, even those without flesh cocks of their own? “More, please, harder.”
“Is he broken?” A guard says incredulously.
The hand inside of him curls into a fist, and the boy moans in pleasure. There’s a whistle from the head guard. “What a whore.”
“Let me check.” The third guard says.
A boot flies towards his cheek. The boy lets it come, not bothering to avoid it. The kick hurts, down to the roots of his teeth, and his head spins towards the other side. Tears leak from his eyes. “If you- if you want- kick me- please… Just don’t leave me for the, the monster again.” He begs.
“Really?” The fist in his pussy gears up to start fucking it nice and proper. It moves up and down slowly, each time the arm sinking deeper into his pliant hole. The boy moans as his wet heat surrounds the thick forearm deep into himself. It’s almost too much, but then, everything had already pushed him far over the edge.
“F-fuck me, do me, I want to-“ The boy sobs as the fist moves particularly quickly inside. “Just pl-pl-please don’t give me back to the monster. Anything but that.”
“You hear that, boss? Anything but the monster’s fine by this little slut.” The one with the boot to his cheek says. Another poke with the boot has the boy’s head lolling to the other side, eyes shut.
“Looks like we’ve got a fine little whore on our hands, then.” The head guard laughs. This time, the fist is angled up. A harsh punch lands on his inner walls. The boy cries out, eyelids flying open as the fist bulges from his cum-stained stomach.
“If you’re done swearing yourself to us,” The guard at his face says, “Why don’t we put that tongue of yours to good use?”
He hikes up his exomis and a bushy cunt falls towards the boy’s head. Two thick thighs hold the boy’s head in place while a pussy positions itself over the boy’s mouth. For a moment he doesn’t know what to do.
He’s punched in the throat. His tongue flexes himself outwards, inside the guard’s pussy. “There we go. You’re a bit like a dumb horse, aren’t you? Need a few whippings to get going.” He sighs in pleasure. “Yeah, keep going, working your tongue like that. There’s a good boy. And hey, maybe we’ll still bring out the whip for you. Sound fun?”
The boy diligently moves his tongue to entertain the guard sitting on his face. He loses track of breathing once or twice as the fist inside of him keeps punching inside, deeper and deeper each time until eventually the guard’s entire forearm is slicked in foamy seed and is lubricated enough that a punch can land with full power on his bruised cervix.
“Mnnh! Ourgghgmn!” Choked cries muffle themselves into a guard’s pussy. The boy’s nose brushes the man’s clit and his tongue twitches uselessly, bringing only pleasure to the man on top of his face. The boy’s entire body pulses and shakes, feet kicking into the floor for fear of kicking at the man with half an arm inside of him.
Pain, so much pain radiates from his insides. The fist expands as the hand unfolds itself. Two fingers tickle at the boy’s womb and- the other arm starts to join its brother at the boy’s opening.
“Mnh! P-hmnh!” The boy’s cries of resistance reach deaf ears as the three guards laugh at the mess the boy has become. The arm in his stomach distends it in an ugly shape. The other hand clutches at the boy’s abused hole before making its way inside as well. The dry limb forces itself in as if the boy was a cow or a horse giving birth.
“Mmn! Mm! Nnn!” The boy keeps trying to cry out, his vision clouded by tears. He can’t. He can’t live, he can’t focus, he can’t survive this. It was painful enough when it was a cock inside of him- but two thick arms, forcing him apart, working with one another to part his loose, gaping pussy even farther- please, please, he couldn’t possibly survive this. He wouldn’t survive this, it would kill hi-
A kick lands at his asshole. The boy arches his back despite the two arms inside of him and the man riding his mouth, and he splatters clear cum all over the head guard’s forearms. The boy’s head spins. The boot presses in and then presses down inside of his ass. The boy’s limbs grow loose at the sensation of his ass being stretched again.
“There, I’ve pinned him down for you, boss. Little whore’s a squirmer.” Was that a good thing or not? He wanted to be a good boy for the guards, nice and obedient. He shivers at the realization that he’s been bad, squirming and shaking while he was being fucked so nicely.
“Shouldn’t have neglected that ass.” The head guard tsks. “Looks like it’s a ready-made whore too, look at the way it swallows your foot.”
The hand gropes at his insides and eventually finds itself joining its brother at the boy’s cervix. The boy shudders but deliberately stills his body. Yet his thighs tremble from where they’re supporting his ass, clear off the floor to let the head guard fuck it with his arms. They fight against the boot in his ass.
“Ah, calm down, you little slut.” The guard says disdainfully, shoving his boot up to the heel into his ass. There’s mud and such stuck to the boot, and it all mixes with the foamy cum still in his ass. The boy’s hips are forced down, to the floor.
“Hold him down,” The head guard orders. With a yes, sir, the guard on top of his mouth climbs down over his forehead and grips his wrists. He’s held down the floor so securely.
“You gonna be a good boy? Keep that pert little ass of yours right to the floor, the way it deserves to be?” The guard with the boot in his ass demands. The boy trembles but nods frantically. “Good. Keep it that way.”
The boy whines as the boot lets his asshole shrink again. The head guard laughs. “Ah, we won’t neglect your back hole too much. For now we’re going to have fun with your birth-giving one.”
Fingers begin poking at his cervix. What the head guard is trying to do. becomes apparent to the boy after a moment— there’s still a few loads of cum hiding inside his swollen womb. “Yes, please, please- get it out- the monster, its seed.” The words tumble from his mouth. “All of it, I want it out, oh- urhk!”
Two fingers poke into his cervix. Then two more. They climb in, crawl in, parting his opening the way it never should unless he was giving birth. His cervix is forced to open, and cum starts leaking from his womb. The boy immediately changes his mind at the feeling of wrongness that begins to permeate him.
“Wait, n- no- no, I don’t want to look- less p- pregnant,” The boy stumbles over his words. His logic is imperfect, he knows it. Humiliation is a small, snuffed out thing deep inside his heart as the boy lurches against the hands holding his body down.
“Give me a foot here.” The head guard says. The boy doesn’t understand, until—
“Haghk!” A boot lands on his distended stomach and grinds down harshly. Cum pours through the opening parted by the head guard’s fingers and gushes down through his pussy. The arms in his body stand firm against the river gushing through his body in reverse.
The boy cums once again and adds his own meager offering to the stream trickling from between his legs. “No- nonono- noo, I want the cum in my- I- impregnated by the beast- I felt- hnuh- so good-”
The boot square on top of his womb starts grinding harder, pinning the boy utterly to the groound.
“Please, please- I don’t want to- hrk-,” The boy sobs. “No, no, no, keep fucking me- I need cum in me- please-,”
“Can’t exactly do that.” The head guard grunts from where he’s holding the boy’s womb open. “But we can fuck you open.”
True to his word, the head guard begins to shove his fingers into the boy’s womb. The two hands seem to crawl like spiders, fingernails digging into tender insides.
The boy moans at the sensation of dull pain throbbing inside of him. He arches his back and squirms against the way he’s being held down. The boot above his stomach recedes.
“It’s- it’s so much- please-!” He mewls. “Oh, oh- please, no more, I can do anything else-.”
The two hands explore his womb, ignoring the boy easily. “Amazing what the human body can handle. This pretty little pouch here is what those massive balls of the beast emptied themselves into.” The head guard stretches his fingers into the fleshy insides painted in white as they still are. Hairy knuckles dig into the forgiving flesh. The head guard grunts. “Now I get to have my own fun.” The two hands let go of the boy’s insides clasp each other, forming a makeshift head.
The two arms begin to fuck his womb in earnest. At the first thrust, the boy’s eyes roll back into his head and he arches his back. “Ohk- please, more- harder- deeper.” He groans. “Ah! Oh-h-oh,”
The outline of the limbs on his stomach are clearly visible from on top as they fuck his pussy, shoving at the barrier between his womb and his other organs, so deep inside of him- felt so good- more. He needed more, no, it would destroy his frail body, but it felt so good, arms inside him and clear cum drying on his chin, the ache of having been fucked in three holes— no it didn’t, none of it felt remotely good and human bodies weren’t meant to undergo what he was going through, oh, he was going to fucking die— the boy cums.
The boy reaches climax a good few times as he rambles out loud, not even realizing what he’s saying. The brutal fucking milks every last bit of liquid in him— or so it felt. The boy knows that it is the beast’s semen, his own cum and blood, and the head guard’s sweat that lines the inside of his overused pussy.
By the time the head guard slows to a stop with elbows deep inside of him and breathing heavily, the boy is utterly fucked out. His pussy no longer feels like anything that’s a part of his body, anything that’s meant to be part of a human body. It’s a pouch soaked with cum, desecrated and beaten from the inside, nothing but the fucktoy it’s meant to be. The boy wishes his ass could get the same treatment. It was almost drying out now, and that was such a pity.
“Is he fucking dead?” A guard wonders out loud. A hand reaches towards the boy and he doesn’t react even when he sees it coming. It slaps him across his cheeks and that slap rings in the sudden quiet of the room.
The boy mewls. He misses the human contact. He wishes he could lean into the warmth of the guards, let them make him feel safe. A small part of him screams at his train of thought. It’s promptly muffled by the pain and the feeling of having came multiple times over the course of such a short period of time.
“Looks like he’s not.”
“Does it matter, anyway?”
The head guard grunts. He slowly pulls his arms out of the boy’s body. The boy moans and whines at the sudden empty sensation, and the head guard chuckles at him. “Oh, don’t you worry, we’ll leave you stuffed.”
A guard drags the boy up by the armpit. Another one’s footsteps recede and then retreat, the guard now carrying something. Hands force the boy’s shoulders down and his ass up towards the sky. It’s a boot to the back of his head that presses him down, not that it’s necessary.
“Gonna leave you with a little treat.” The head guard grunts. The boy whines wordlessly in response. “You miss being fucked, don’t you? We’ve got a little task for you… just a little favor you need to do for us, as our little fucking-pet, and I promise we won’t leave you to be fucked by the beast.”
The boy nods against the stone floor enthusiastically. Yes, please, he could do anything they wanted him to do. They promised they wouldn’t let the monster of the labyrinth devour him again. He could trust them.
“We want you to hold this vase for us.” The head guard continues. The boy’s confusion lasts only until he feels terracotta against the puffiness of his asshole. It’s a large, round flat shape that’s slowly pressed at his opening. “Looks like you’re going to need a little help before you can hold the vase by yourself. Boys, why don’t we give him a hand?”
“Ah!” Fingers dig into his pliant asshole and begin prying him apart. The boy gasps and starts to cry soundlessly. “N-no- please, I don’t think it can, it can fit? Please, anything but-.”
“To the beast you’ll go, then?” The head guard says loudly.
“No! No- no no no no-,” The boy quiets down as the guards continue to try and angle the base of the vessel into his ass. It hurts, and the boy sniffles. “Please, put the- into my ass- deeper-,” he tries. “Anything you want. Anything.” He sobs.
“Good boy.”
He feels a spark of warmth in his gut at the words. Yes, he was a good boy for them. He was obedient, he was good.
With a pop, the vase finally sinks its base into the boy’s ass. There’s a whoop at that. The boy feels dizzy, almost, at the sensation of being stretched apart all over again. He hoped the widest bit of the vase wasn’t as thing as the beast’s cock. He did hope it was thicker than the beast’s cock, so that he could be stretched to a whole new level of broken and he could shake off the what the beast had done to him- it would kill him, for certain, if that happened. No, the boy just wanted the vase out of him. He shakes.
“Don’t you stand up now, boy.” He’s warned. The boy immediately slaps his torso to the floor, shutting his eyes tight. “There’s a good boy. Now, when we come back we’re going to check to see if you were good.”
There’s a splashing noise as water begins to fill the vase in his ass. The heavy weight of it begins to sink into his guts, stretching him so, so wide, so painfully wide.
“N- n- mhm-.” The boy manages. There’s another bout of water being poured into the vase. The boy begins to shake.
“We’re filling up that ass of yours with good, clean well-water. The stuff we drink while we work, boy, you understand? You’re going to make it nice and warm with your ass, and you’re not going to spill a single drop of it.”
The guards take turns filling his ass with water, the vase sinking deeper and heavier into his guts each time. The boy’s opening is stretched to the brim. It can no longer stretch- there’s only the painful weight of the widening vase in his ass, weighing against his tender skin. The vase sits at the angle that the boy is crouching in, but it weighs in him all the same.
“Yes- yes, sir. Of course.” The boy eventually chokes out. The guards have stopped at some point. There’s a single stream of water traveling down the slit of his wrecked pussy, not that the boy can feel it with all the cum and the overstimulation that dominates his nerves.
“Good boy.” The head guard laughs. “You stay here like the good boy that you are. If we find you with any of the water gone…” The threat is left unspoken. “Well, the beast might eat you alive if we throw you in whipped and smelling of raw meat. And hey, it’d be better entertainment than fucking you, if you can’t follow simple orders.”
With the round of laughter, the guards leave the boy behind a closed and locked door. The boy whimpers.
The boy is left with the brimming vase sinking into his puffy asshole, sinking ever so deeper with each panting breath the boy takes. Every single movement he makes is careful, to not upset the precarious vase stretching him painfully wide.
The boy, finally alone, shakes and starts to cry again.