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The sound of skin meeting skin echoes throught to the Grimm’s chamber. A pale light illuminate the room, showing two muscular men at the center of chamber. One man, who’s clothing got torn and barely covering his ripped and cybernatic body, forced to kneel. Limbs bound and chained, he only make a grunt voice, mouth full of a huge dick gagging him.
Hazel smirked from his standing, looking below at the poor condition of General of Atlas. Tears leaked from Ironwood’s eyes while Hazel raped his throat. The sounds he made as he was orally abused could be have been easily mistaken for the two people making love. His face was flushed. It shone with spit and drying spunk from the huge load Hazel had recently showered him with.
As he stared up at Hazel, Ironwood’s right eye was barely open, his eyelashes all but glued together with thick layers of cum. It clung to his trimmed stubble and hung off his sharp cheekbones, dripped like sweat from his brow and dangled off of his chin in long, sticky strings.
Hazel had both hands holding onto Ironwood’s head, pulling it down to meet his rhythmic thrusts. His debased general made a beautiful sight, Hazel thought, kneeling on the floor, his face cum-covered, his lips stretched around his big dick.
Pushing harder, Hazel pulled Ironwood’s head down, making the headmaster swallow him to the root. Holding him in place he watched Ironwood struggle to breathe. It was a shame with all their strengths even huntsman needed air.
Suddenly, he let go and slid his fat cock out of Ironwood’s sloppy maw. He slapped Ironwood’s left cheek with his dick, leaving a trail of cum and split on it. Ironwood only glared, if both his eyes opened full. Alas, the sight he’s making only causing Salem’s Right Hand chuckles darkly.
“So, general, “ he muses, “will you tell me where’s the lamp you’re hiding?”
“NEVER!” Ironwood roars, voice cracked from the deepthroat he received for almost one hour. “Over my dead body if i’m telling you that.”
The tall man only chuckles darkly, eyes glinting with evil, “careful what you wish for, general.”
With a snap, a group grimm appear to them. A bunch of wolf-looking creatures materialized from thin of air, looking fierce and tough. Ironwood feels dread, wondering what kind of “torture” Hazel’s gonna unleash.
“Gonna finish me right now?” Ironwood mocks, faking his fear with bravado, “a shame you never achieved your goals. Kill me now if you have balls enough.”
“Oh General, such brave words for man who never accept his defeats,” Hazel replies, stepping backward, giving more space for the Grimm to crowd the general. “What if we’ve decided we’re not gonna kill you? How delicious to break someone, General. And you General, are the main event of this. Enjoy it.”
Air suddenly feels dread, Ironwood watches as the Grimms transform into Hazel, all muscular and dick hanging out. With a sudden realization, Ironwood shouts, “N-NO! STO-STOP IT!” as a bunch of Grimm-Hazel suddenly grab and raped him.
Soon Ironwood’s body was covered by the aroused Grimm-Hazel. More dick forcing itself into any Ironwood’s orifice they could open. Mouth and hole filled with 14-inch cocks, Ironwood only accept it with a struggle that soon died out with how rough the Grimm-Hazel raped him. Soon Ironwood feels blank as his prostrate was abused over and over by the thick cock. After a few minutes, cum suddenly fills Ironwood’s mouth, who shocked at how much the load he’s received. Gagging, Ironwood forced to swallow since both his hand and mouth are occupied with Grimm-Hazel’s cocks. The Grimm-Hazel who raped his mouth pull outs, forcing his last cums splat against Ironwood’s face. Ironwood only blink slowly, tongue out and licked the tip of Grimm-Hazel’s cock. The monster hissed, staggered away. Soon a new cock enter Ironwood’s mouth, who choked on it, eyes squeezing shut... and he stops. No, soon Ironwood relaxed and accept his fate.
Over the next 8 hours, Ironwood was fucked by a total of 31 different Grimm-Hazel in all sorts of positions. There wasn’t a minute that he didn’t have someone’s cock in one of his holes or in his hands. After the fifth Grimm-Hazel barebacked him, Ironwood was readily throwing his head back and loudly moaning like a whore. After the twelfth cocks, after over twenty agonizingly ecstatic minutes of being anally and mentally taken apart, Ironwood came, for the first time that night, in a loud and drawn out groan, splattering his cum between their stomachs.
It wasn’t the last. Ironwood came a total of 4 times that night. Nobody touched his cock, so his orgasms came from pure anal stimulation; something he didn’t think was possible. Everytime he came, his ass muscles clenched around the dick currently inside him, tightening even further and triggering the Grimm’s own orgasm; cumming inside at the same time Ironwood was loudly exclaiming his own. Each time, Ironwood was forced to lick every last drop of his cum, whether they landed on someone or something.
Finally, after swallowing and receiving gallons of cums inside his body, Ironwood was forced to kneel again, looking up at dozens of cocks facing his face. Ironwood blankly open his mouth, licking his wet lips, ready to accept whatever’s they’re gonna give. After a few strokes, the herd of Grimm-Hazel throw his head back and shooting the last load they have. Ironwood simply accept the white seed, swallowing it with delish. Soon his face was painted with tons of white cum, covering him in facial.
Ironwood is a mess. Ironwood’s face was a total wreck. Cum and sweat plastered his hair to his head and his beard. His skin was sticky from all the body fluids smeared all over him. His lips were puffy and his jaw ached from sucking cock, while his assholes gaped open, seemingly unable to close. His ass both ached from its brutal pounding and the cock still deeply nestled and yet was soothed by the slick warmth coating the inside. His usually six-packs belly, was bulging with how many loads he received from both ends. And Ironwood’s mentally also wrecked, with how he’s mumbling about cocks and dicks and cums. He muttered, “more, more, please more,” when the real Hazel come back.
Salem’s Right Hand Man simply smirk and grabbing Ironwood’s dirty hair and forcing Ironwood’s face to meet him. He muttered, “so, are gonna tell me where’s the lamp is?”
Ironwood simply smile, his eyes dead to the world.