by N. J. Lysk
“Let me go!” I screamed into his chest, “I paid my defeat! I paid my defeat!”
“You didn’t pay nothing to me,” my captor answered and his hand slid down to hold my buttocks. I almost dislocated my arm to scratch his chest, but it did nothing, what with the leather vest. And it didn’t stop his fingers from uncovering my hole. He spoke to the man who had pushed me against the wall. “Hurry, get some oil from the lamp.”
That got things to my brain real quick and I raised my head, knocking the top against his chin. He grunted in pain and for a second his hold slacked. But then his fingers clenched on my sensitive flesh ever harder, nails digging in. His other hand came up and he yanked on my hair till my head was pulled so far back I felt like I couldn’t get any air to go in. I felt wetness form in my eyes, the pain just too bad. It was almost as bad as having to look into his face while he spat, “Stop pretending you don’t want it. We saw Lord Ivory give it to you.”
My face flamed, remembering how the lord had made me come on his cock. I imagined what it must have looked like, me letting him put it in with no complaint… “Defeat…” I managed to rasp out.
The guy behind me laughed, like the law of the land was a joke! I felt his fingers in my hole, oiling the outside before he pushed one into me. It hurt, even with the oil it hurt more than when the lord had done it. It had not even been a day since… I squirmed, trying to get away even though I knew it wasn’t going to happen. But I had to, it hadn’t been even a day, no way I could take this and stay the same… Suddenly my head was pulled forward against the leather covered chest of the man holding me. Then the second finger came, just shoved together with the first one into me like they thought I would just open up because they liked. “Yeah,” his voice rumbled over me. “Put another one.”
“Another?” The man behind me sounding like he did not think I needed no more fingers, and I can say I was very much agreeing with him then. “What for? Lord Ivory already had him…”
The man’s laughter made his chest vibrate against my face. “You think the lord has anything down there to open this boy for us?”
I shuddered. It’s not like I didn’t know before them both were having me but… I realised then it was gonna hurt. Hurt a lot. The third finger was like fire, and the next one made me bite into the leather to stop myself from screaming. “What you think? Is that enough for your cock, mate?”
“No. But you got no enough fingers for my cock,” he boasted. “You go first, that will make him softer for me.” He handed me over to the man with his fingers in my arse, and he put an arm like a vice around my middle before taking the fingers out. The relief was so intense I sagged. But it didn’t last none. I felt something bigger than fingers in there a second later, he was holding it in place. Then before I could understand what was happening, the arm around me pulled me closer, making the thing go in me. All in, no stopping. I screamed as it cut through me. My legs wobbled and I stumbled, so crazy with pain I tried to walk backwards to get away from it.
“Maybe not enough fingers for my cock either,” the man fucking me told the other. Then he dragged me back to the wall where he had first put me and put my hands on it. “You better keep them there,” he told me. “If you don’t want your little prick scrapped raw.” And he started pumping. I don’t know how I kept my hands there but I did, enough that I didn’t knock my head on the wall. Enough that I was awake the whole time he went at it, every push and every pull when it felt like he was taking the insides from me. Awake when he make sure to push as deep as he could go to get his seed deep as it would go in me. Making sure my body got all of it. When he pulled out he let go of me and my knees buckled, sending me crashing to the stone floor. I grunted in pain as my legs hit the freezing cold stone.
“What? You done so you can just break him?” Another of the guards asked him.
“Oh, he ain’t broken. You can still get your big cock in there, can’t you?” he replied and I heard him start whistling as he left the cell. I didn’t bother to try and get up, I was cold but I knew I needed all my strength for what was coming. I was pulled up by the waist like I weighted nothing and carried like that to the straw where I had been sleeping. He dropped me on it and I couldn’t catch myself. I fell on my face and some straw got in my mouth. I was still coughing it out when he told me, “Hands and knees.” And swatted my side to hurry me up. “Hope he left you wet and ready or this is gonna hurt.”
I was pretty sure it was gonna hurt no matter what. But I made myself do it: I pulled my elbows in to keep myself upright; it was humiliating enough without me falling in a heap like a new foal.
He was huge. It was the first thing I thought because he didn’t just push in, he knelt behind me and pressed the whole length of it against my right leg and buttock. It felt like it was long as my thigh, and thick too. He wanted me to know it. He wanted me to be fucking scared of it. I wasn’t gonna. I wasn’t gonna give him the satisfaction. I scrunched my eyes shut, before opening them and fixing them on the straw under me, teeth clench for the pain that was coming. “Give me some oil, boy,” he called back. And only then I saw the younger guard was there still, watching us. He came over with the lamp and bent over so the older one could dip his fingers in. He didn’t put it on me and by the way he sighed I thought he musta put it on himself. He kept his hand on my side and used the other to lift his cock and push it between my legs. My hole was so sore already, it must have been all red, maybe there was blood too, it burned like there was. But no matter if nothing had been put in me before, his prick was so big it was never not gonna hurt. I breathed out, trying to make myself open for it. He rolled his hips and the head popped in. I trembled all over and almost fell on my face. It was like a knife. And it was only getting worse. “Breathe,” he told me. “I don’t wanna mount a corpse.”
I did it, more for me than for him, and in between one breath and the next he pushed again, lodging what seemed like all of it in me at once. My right arm gave out and I fell on my elbow. The way it pulled at the thing inside me made me whimper, but he groaned loud enough in pleasure I thought maybe he hadn’t heard. “Oh, yeah, that’s good,” he said happily, and leaned forward and pushed my left hand from under me till I was leaning on both my elbows. Him over me, draped over my back like a dog doing a bitch in heat. He put an arm around my hips and shifted forward, burying himself another inch deeper. There can’t be more, I thought. But there was. He thrust again, getting deep enough I felt like he had reached the bottom of me. And then he sighed and pushed and pushed, all the way in. I felt my throat gargle something and I thought, he’s gone through me. And then he started to pull out, slow and steady like he was not bothered, and that was almost worst, the emptiness throbbing with stinging pain. He didn’t get it all the way out before he went back in, holding my hips steady to keep me where he wanted me for his cock. He pulled in and out a couple times before he seemed to get bored with that and he let go of my hips to take hold of my prick. I jumped and clenched on the whole length of him lodged as deep as it would go. He moaned, “Yeah, like that, that’s what I like.”
I shuddered in disgust. I finally understood why the lord had made me come, it felt good to him. And this asshole wanted the same, he wanted me to like it just to make it better for him. No matter what he was doing was bad enough and he didn’t even have defeat to excuse it. I closed my eyes and tried to think of blood, entrails falling from a body as it was sliced clean, the… his thumb circled the head of my cock and it started to get hard. Stop! I thought, but it didn’t work, his hand was slick with the oil still and it felt too good. It felt good even when I tried to think that when he spilled his seed in me; that was as good as my cock gone for good. My cock didn’t care, it just got harder and harder, even when he shifted his hips and pulled out, then in and started fucking me harder. I bit my lip to keep all the sounds in, that much at least I could control. Nothing else, though. His hand kept moving and, after a few tries, he found a way to make it feel good inside too, like the lord ha
d. The punch of pleasure inside made me forget the sting and the burn, and with the feel of a hand squeezing my dick good and thigh, I couldn’t help it; I spilled. He groaned deep in his throat and stayed still for it; then I felt him start to follow. He kept his prick where it was, buried to the hilt in me, and as more come came out the pressure started to get more and more uncomfortable. Then painful, I struggled and since he had let go of my prick he didn’t have a hold on me to keep me still. But I couldn’t go anywhere, he was big and lodged in me like a hook on a fish. Only my fighting made him lose his balance and he fell on top of me, my knees sliding on the hay and his whole body covering mine, knocking the breath out of me. I struggled harder, because I couldn’t even breathe anymore and when he didn’t move I thought he was gonna let me die like that. Just because he was done and he couldn’t be bothered to move. He was still twitching and seeding in me, like he had buckets of it in him. But he rolled to the side, pulling me with him so he didn’t have to take it out yet. I didn’t care, the move let me breathe and I did, pulling big gulps like crazy. When my lungs had stopped burning so much I noticed his cock had gone soft and my thighs were all wet with what was leaking out of me. He pushed me forward on my front to get it out of me, just so he didn’t have to move, and the head popping out my abused arsehole was almost worse than it going in. I managed to turn my whimper into a ragged breath, and closed my eyes. Just a moment, just for a breath. But I must have fallen asleep, because I was shaken awake what seemed like moments after. I blinked, not knowing where I was, and then, when I moved, remembering too well.
The third guard looked about my age. He looked a little scared and the other two knew it, too. They hadn’t asked him nothing before taking their turn. He had come round to the hay where the second guard had left me and looked me up and down. He asked in a fake though voice, “You want me to take your arse, too? Or are you gonna be a good bitch and suck my cock for me?”
Maybe if it had been just him and me I woulda taken my chances, even as bad as I felt. But it wasn’t, the second guard hadn’t left after he was done with me, he was leaning all casual like against the cell door. He wanted to watch. And that was reason enough to say no, but I knew what the young guard was doing. He knew with the lord and the two guards my arse felt like shit already; he was giving a chance to do something easy. But giving him my mouth was almost worse, because it was like I wanted to. I moved a little, trying to see how bad it felt and the stab of pain made me see white, like I was gonna lose it and faint. I took a breath and nodded at him. I couldn’t take another ride, I would give him what he wanted. I didn’t feel like nothing was left, like I had used up all my worry and pain, but then he came close and took his cock out. Maybe he wasn’t sorry, maybe he just wanted my mouth, because he was hard as rock. And now that I had the thing right in my face I realised that maybe my mouth didn’t hurt yet but it was gonna hurt real soon: it was too big, way too big to fit. Like anybody with a big family, I went hungry a lot and I knew to eat when there was food, but even I had never put anything that big in my mouth. And I couldn’t bite him. It didn’t take a genius to see they would just as happy to beat me first and then stuff me with them cocks. He put a hand on my face and lifted my chin, pushing it against my lips till I opened my mouth. The head went right in when pushed, popping past my teeth and making him hiss. “Keep your teeth covered!” Only I didn’t know how, the only thing in my mouth was my tongue and how could I cover all of them? He didn’t wait, just tilted my head back and gave me more of it, enough that it pushed my tongue down. The taste was like ocean water, or salted fish. Too salty and slick, too, like sea critters. I gagged and I couldn’t help it, I closed my mouth a little. He pushed his thumb in with his cock and roughly pulled it out, pushing me away. “Shit, you can’t do this, can you?”
It jostled me enough that I had to scramble to stay up on my knees, my arse throbbing like mad. I panted, so glad for air I almost didn’t care that he was gonna push me down and go at my arse now. But then the other guard pushed away from the door and walked over to us all smirk and satisfaction. “You gotta pull your lips over your teeth, boy,” he told me, then turned to the other guard. “And you have to let him breathe in between, or he will puke all over your junk.”
The young guard eyed me, like he didn’t know if he wanted to keep going and I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, curving my lips over my teeth. The older guard laughed. “Just like that, whore,” he told me approvingly. I clenched my fists and I kept my eyes closed. Then I felt his hands on my face and I knew he had decided to try again. He was gentler this time, putting it to my lips before pushing it in my mouth. I kept my teeth covered. It’s all that matters, I thought, keep the teeth covered. He gave his first thrust, right up to my throat and I took hold of his trousers legs to keep myself in my place even as my throat tried to push him out. “Oh,” he sighed, and did it again. “Slow,” the other guard said from the back of the room. “Let him breathe.” The young guard grunted but he did it, gave me a few seconds to suck in air before pushing it in again. After a few times I stopped being so scared he was going to stop me from breathing. His hands were in my hair, tangled well enough I couldn’t have pulled away and the taste was awful. But as long as I took in air when he pulled out I was ok. My jaw was starting to hurt from keeping my mouth open so big and my throat felt like I hadn’t had a drink in days. I couldn’t swallow, there was no time for air and spit and come. So I just took air and the spit and the come fell down my chin
“Suck on it,” the other guard called out. But the guard using me didn’t say anything so I ignored him. “He will come faster if you do it,” the guard added, casual like. I can take this longer, I thought, but then he changed the angle, pushing his prick up in my mouth and I coughed. He shifted his hips, not taking his prick out all the way. “Suck,” he ordered and gave me a moment to breathe with it mostly on my lips before putting it in again. I put my lips back down over my teeth, careful. And then I pushed with my tongue against the weight of it. He grunted and thrust. “Yes, again.” I sucked. I just wanted it to be over. Before he could put it all the way in, I pushed a little at his leg so he would keep more of it out of my mouth. He froze in surprise and I sucked hard enough to make him swear, “Fuck!” I did it again, but then he decided to push all the way in again. He held it there, pushing the head against my throat as I struggled to breathe. There was no air, though, just his come pouring in, thicker and thicker till I was choking and then…
They woke me after a while and made me drink some water. It hurt to swallow but I was thirsty too. I didn’t care anyway, I just wanted to go back to sleep. I was not surprised when I woke up needing to piss. I rolled off the bedroll before remembering where I was, but the pain woke me up real quick. My arse felt on fire and it hurt to swallow, even spit. I thought maybe they hadn’t put their cocks in me but a rod of burning iron. I tried to stand and I couldn’t make my legs stay straight, I tried one more time and the pain only got worse. My belly still hurt so much, though, so I crawled to the corner with the basin and I managed to kneel. Somebody had put another string around my breaches and tied them closed. They don’t want the lord to know, I realised. They had tied it too hard, though, and my fingers were so numb I almost broke it trying to get it untied. And then I did, and my breaches, too big before all the yanking, fell down to my thighs and I saw it. My cock. It was… It was smaller, really small. I reached with a trembling hand to touch it, hold it. It wasn’t in my head: I could curl my fingers around it easy now, it was only a little thicker than my thumb and only a little longer than my middle finger. I stared at it like it would change nothing if I watched it enough. But then my belly told me I better get it empty before I wet myself and I had to lean forward and piss. It still felt the same, except it hurt because everything inside me hurt. After that I pulled my breaches closed and crawled back to the straw. No thoughts in my head. It was all over anyways. The change started but it didn’t stop.
The second time I woke the guard t
hat had made me swallow his seed was putting down some more water and bread next to the straw pallet. “Eat,” he told me. I stared at the food, I felt too sick to eat anything. I had a little water and laid back down. I was hoping maybe the pain I felt down there meant I would get sick and die. It wasn’t cowardice if it happened to you and you had no choice. I could go easy like that, knowing I wasn’t leaving my people alone because I couldn’t take it; it was just the Gods calling. I thought Jemiah would understand the Gods calling.
I woke again because somebody was fumbling with the string of my breaches. It was the lord. Lord Ivory. I didn’t look down, but his noise told me it was true. “You are changed,” he said, like maybe I didn’t know. Then he put his hand in there to feel like he didn’t believe his eyes and I could feel it too. The flesh parted like my arse had but easy, like lips parted. I felt him push my prick aside, I flinched but then I was glad it wasn’t gone. Then his finger was pushing in, deeper and deeper and it hurt a little but nothing like my arse when he had put his spit in it the first time. “It’s complete,” he said, sounding impressed. “It took so long…” he commented. It was then that I thought to open my eyes and look around: the three guards were there watching him check my junk. When they saw me looking, the first and second man looked hard at me in warning and the man who had fed me his prick shook his head. I just closed my eyes and turned my head aside. What would I tell the lord for? Maybe he wouldn’t even believe me and it wasn’t like they could give it back: my cock was almost gone, so small I couldn’t have fucked anybody with it: I was a woman, or as good as. Then I jolted back to my body. The lord wasn’t just checking no more, he was readying, my new hole was getting all slick and wet on his finger. He was going to breed me!
