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Mrej always leaves his door unlocked, so it isn’t hard for Nas to slip into his room during the witching hour, when the sky and the surrounding woods are so black that even the night animals aren’t venturing out.
Mrej is splayed out on his bed, naked and snoring slightly, bathed in pale light by the bewitched fairy lights that bob at the corners of his room, glowing faint yellow. His head is turned to the side, revealing the thick cords in his neck that trail down to his collarbones. His pecs are huge, small nipples just barely darker than his tanned skin. Below that, his furred belly swells, fat layered over iron hard muscle. The fur thickens further down at his waist, carpeting thighs bulging with muscle. And, between the soft crease of his thighs is the mouthwateringly plump bulge of his cocksheath.
Nas’s mouth begins to water, his cunt clenching around the width of what he’d shoved up it earlier in preparation. He’s been too horny to even be in the same room with Mrej for the past two weeks, always finding some excuse to flee when he sees the minotaur coming. He’s jerked himself off endlessly in the bathroom, until his jaw is unable to close as his tongue lolls from his mouth like a dog and his holes drool slick, his knees so wobbly that he can’t walk. He imagines crawling after Mrej, naked, a belt wrapped around his neck as a collar and leash. He imagines cockwarming Mrej at the dinner table, ears clamped between Mrej’s knees under the tablecloth until Mrej shoots down Nas’s throat. He imagines being tied to a bench , squealing as Mrej orders him to cum while piercing his teats and his clit and his engorged tongue. He hopes Kalia hasn’t noticed. Part of him hates that he’s endangering his treatment, backsliding like this into the desperate whore the Academy wanted him to be. Part of him is eager for it.
He rubs his thighs together, the seam of his pants digging between his pussy lips and scraping lightly, tantalizingly, against his clit. The crotch of is pants is already wet.
Mrej and Stiufan had gone off on their raid several days ago. They hadn’t taken him, but Nas hadn’t been able to stop thinking about what Mrej said: about serving as a barrel, to be stuffed with drugs until he was round and brainless and Mrej had to roll him back to the safehouse. What would Stiufan think? Would he want to fuck Nas, too? His cock would not be as big as Mrej’s, but Stiufan carried himself with a leader’s arrogance that Mrej didn’t have. That confidence could condition Nas to follow his every order: regardless of whether Stiufan told him to cum endlessly without pause, or if Stiufan told him to lose intelligence every time he came, or if Stiufan told him to present himself to his steed to get bred because he was no longer worth any sentient creature’s cock. Stiufan was most like the masters the Academy had been preparing Nas to have. He wonders, in another life, if Stiufan would’ve been his master.
Nas whimpers at the thought, one hand burrowing under his smallclothes. It’s easy to find his clit, fat and engorged and pulsing against his fingertips, slick with his eagerness. His fingers squelch between his folds. He still can’t cum on his own. He’s been foolish with his medication lately, skipping doses because he’s so horny. He knows he can’t get better if he does this, but all it takes to ignore these responsibilities is to step out of the bath and see himself in the mirror, flushed from heat and untamed arousal, his pretty pussy plush and pink; and when he turns, his hole like a plump, tight doughnut clamped tight between his cheeks. His breasts are beginning to return, puffing up on his chest, nipples lengthening back into teats that poke at his shirt, so sensitive that Nas has taken to going topless in his room, where he’s been spending more of his time lately. That certainly hasn’t helped matters, as he finds himself mindlessly tugging and twisting at his teats, the sweet pain jolting straight to his holes until he finds something to cram into them: a glass bottle, a rolling pin, eggplants from the market. He bounces on them endlessly, feet sliding in a pool of his own slick. Nothing is safe, and if the others have noticed things going missing, they haven’t said anything. Sometimes he goes to sleep with both his pussy and ass stuffed to gaping, the skin stretched white around the intrusions, wishing something would bulge him as large as Mrej’s cock. The past few days, he’s woken up with fertile, slimy slick stretching between his thighs and his holes slumped open and drooling. His mind and body are fixated on being bred.
He yanks his hand out of his pants, panting. He’s here for a reason.
Nas moves quietly to the edge of Mrej’s bed. He mutters the names of the Rune he’ll use under his breath as a reminder, remembering Kaila’s tutelage. He’d been going to use ink, but if his fingers are already wet….
Runes, Kalia always says, are best drawn with something that is close to the wielder.
He writes Sleep bold and wet across Mrej’s face, and Nas’s heart pounds as his fingers brush over Mrej’s eyelids. The Rune flares like a deep blush, and he whimpers in relief and excitement Mrej sighs deeply, relaxing further into the bed.
“Yes,” he whispers to himself, skimming his hands down Mrej’s neck. He can’t resist fondling those pillowy pecs, massaging the soft flesh and plucking at the nipples.
He continues down to Mrej’s crotch. His enormous cock. He wraps his fingers around the loose sheath, sliding it up and down cautiously. Mrej doesn’t stir. When flaccid, Nas’s fingers just barely meet around Mrej’s length. And, as Nas watches, enraptured, Mrej’s cock begins to stiffen, the flushed head peeking out of the loose foreskin.
Nas’s lips part as he continues to jack Mrej’s length, encouraging it to full size. The cock begins to heat urgently against his palms. Blood throbs through the thickening length. He only notices the trail of drool dripping down his jaw when it plops onto Mrej’s skin. He gasps: his tongue slides over itself, prickling with so much oversensitivity that it’s nearly painful, and with the opportunity to escape from his lips now, unfurls halfway down his chin, wet and eager. It swells larger and larger these days, needing less and less provocation, and Nas knows he needs to start getting back on his medication. Kalia is going to notice otherwise. Stiufan will notice.
Mrej will notice, and Mrej wants what’s best for him.
He’ll do it after tonight. He’ll do it after he gets Mrej’s cock in his womb. He just needs to feel Mrej shoving past his cervix again, that agonizing pleasure. He needs to bloat with Mrej’s cum. Needs to be full of Mrej. He jacks the glorious cock rising in front of him, urging it thicker and thicker, veins standing out against its length, starting to need both hands to encircle it. He props it upright, eyes catching the burble of clear precum that oozes from Mrej’s dimpled pisshole. He imagines what it would be like to see Mrej’s cock spurting cum, the thick white deluge spraying from him as powerfully as his piss had. Mrej’s balls are as fat as oranges, where they lay full and engorged at the base of his cock. They’re taut with unspent loads, pulsing against Nas’s gentle touch.
Dizzy with arousal, Nas lets go of Mrej’s cock, its formidable size flopping down Mrej’s thigh as he yanks off his smallclothes, discarding them, and pulls himself onto the bed. His thighs are slippery with his own slick webbing thickly between his legs. He can feel his cunt lips sliding against one another, and he slides his fingers between them with a quiet moan, pinching his clit and jerking it tightly, his tongue squirming, painting his chin with drool as it gets fatter. He flexes his inner cunt muscles, pushing hard, and slowly, a fat bell pepper begins to crown. He whimpers, straining, fingers scrabbling at where he pulled off the stem prior.
With a gasp, it pops free, and Nas tosses it aside. He dips his fingers in his gaping hole, the muscles fluttering loose around him, feeling how they’ve gone soft and sleek in preparation of being used for his purpose. He straddles Mrej’s lap and, hunched, uses one hand to hoist Mrej’s leaking cock upright. The other spreads his pussy lips as he positions himself over the minotaur’s massive tool.
He sinks down.
He can’t help a shaky moan as the head of Mrej’s cock pops in easily, squelching, stretching him wide, electric pleasure sparking through his belly, gasping raggedly. As best he can, he slides his hand down the base of Mrej’s cock, using strands of his own slick that slip down Mrej’s length.
Nas bobs up and down slowly, his cunt stretching wider and wider, each time sinking a little deeper. Mrej’s cock scrapes against the spongy flesh deep in his pussy, and his eyes roll back, whimpers falling from his open mouth. He sucks on the base of his own tongue, doing his best to be quiet as he tries not to drool all over Mrej. It’s a losing battle. His mouth wells with too much viscous saliva, spilling from his mouth in ropes, drooling down his chin and hanging from his jaw in thick threads, dancing and glittering in the air, catching on his chest and painting his half-teats shiny. He’s quickly losing any sense of self-consciousness, bouncing up and down on the upper half of Mrej’s cock, the thick head jamming against his tight cervix, each touch sending lightning up his spine, making him want to fall limp and pliant to let his partner control the breeding. He’s trembling, eager—oh so eager. Mrej’s cock shines obscenely, glazed by his own precum and Nas’s slick. He’s hard as steel, and Nas shoves down and grinds Mrej’s cockhead against the entrance to his womb, whining desperately, his pussy lips suckling at Mrej’s medial ring and trying to gulp it down.
Mrej twitches in his sleep, hips jolting.
Wake up and fuck me, Nas wishes. Fuck me like you did in the woods, shove your cock into me, breed me!
He moans sloppily, grabbing his tongue to try and shove it back in his mouth. Touching it is like touching a live wire, and his mind whites out as soon as he grips it. His fingers slick up, the muscle pulsing in his grasp, and he jerks his grip up and down, jacking off his tongue as if it were a cock, the sleek muscle sliding though the tight grasp of his fist, pleasure racing down his throat and digging into the itch there until his eyes cross with pleasure from how good it feels to scratch.
He begins bouncing again, mindlessly, whimpering, bullying the entry to his womb. His cervix is hit again and again and again by the rock-hard cockhead, the flesh bruising and becoming battered, the muscles stretching more with each thrust, pouting and kissing Mrej’s meat, the suction briefly fusing them together only for them to be sucked apart—
Nas sobs, forcing himself to lift all the way off Mrej’s cock, sloppy cunt slurping, thick fluids rolling down his length and pooling at his crotch before slipping down to soak the bedsheets with their combined musk. Sweat glistens on Mrej’s hard body, highlighted by the thin light from the window. Nas lines Mrej’s cock up—
And then drops down with all his weight, spearing himself onto the swollen, rock-hard length. Mrej’s cock hits his cervix, which gapes—and swallows him whole. Nas plunges unexpectedly down the rest of his length with a slurp. Mrej’s meat carves open his womb. Nas squeals in ecstasy, stuffing his hand against his mouth to muffle the noice. His eyes roll back helplessly as his cunt throbs and pulses, their combined fluids sticky where they’re joined, soaking into Mrej’s fur.
Nas’ pussy spasms around the fat girth, cervix fluttering desperately. The impression of Mrej’s cock juts out from his stomach, several inches above his belly button. It isn’t a demure lump, oh no: it stabs out almost half a foot in length, the skin of his stomach clinging so tight that Nas can see the shape of the head, a fat hemisphere dimpled by Mrej’s urethra. Nas swears he can see the veins pulsing in Mrej’s length.
Nas mewls pleas to no one in particular, hips grinding unconsciously as he props himself up mindlessly on Mrej’s pecs. The stubble at Mrej’s pheromone glands is scratching at his pussy lips, fattening them with irritation, and digging into his exposed, engorged asshole as well.
Gasping, Nas frees a hand to grip at the bulge sprouting from his midsection. Massaging it makes him moan, eyes crossing, as Mrej’s cock kicks and blurts out a dollop of hot precum that smears across the walls of Nas’s womb.
“Sho good,” Nas can’t help but slur, his tongue now hanging past his chin. It throbs, desperate for someone to suck on it. Desperate for something down his throat. “Sho—sho— ungh—ungh—”
He dissolves into moans, humping on instinct. As if he can hear, Mrej grunts.
Flushed and panting, Nas plants his hands on Mrej’s crossed forearms, and pushes himself up. Or, tries to.
His cunt doesn’t budge, continuing to suckle at the whole of Mrej’s length, clenching and then relaxing before clenching again. His asshole flutters, empty and pleading.
Oh, by the gods. He’s stuck. He’s stuck, and can’t fuck himself, can’t get back that godly feeling of a cock driving into him and hitting every sensitive spot against his walls when the cock is already buried all the way inside.
Another gush of precum is released into Nas’s womb. Momentarily, he goes lax at the heat of it calming his insides, before he struggles again, desperate to cum, his squirming only serving to pulse his cunt around the fat rod stuffing it.
He moans in confusion, rolling his hips on the impaling length, slipping minutely deeper. A thick ridge massages his cervix, and arousal stagnating in his stomach. His clit twitches desperately. By the gods, what if he’s stuck here forever?
You would like that, his mind reminds him.
Mrej would have to take him everywhere: to the living room of the safehouse, to the market, to the next raid. What would Stiufan say? Would he be disgusted at the swell of Nas’s distorted middle? Or would he want to join in? Nas is whimpering with each breath as he reaches behind him, fingers plunging easily into his elastic asshole with so much slick to lube them. Stiufan could fuck his ass, Mrej could breed his pussy, pump him full of minotaur babies that would swell him so fat he’d become immobile with the roundness of his stomach. He’d be helpless. Dependent. He was meant to be dependent. And they would take care of him here.
He groans. His clit jerks, reminding him of his need. Planting his hands on Mrej’s chest, he tries lifting himself again, arms shaking with the strain. It’s hopeless. The suction of his womb is too tight. When he gives up with a whimper, falling back into his seat, Mrej’s hips jolt unconsciously. Unexpectedly, that fat medial ring on his cock pops into Nas’s womb, Nas’s cervix clamping shut behind it. Nas mewls, writhing as his pussy gushes slick. His hand flies down to pinch and rub at his clit, little good that it does him.
I want to cum. I need to cum, please!
He doesn’t know who he’s begging, but ragged, garbled cries are slipping past him. He’s perched on a razor’s edge, his clit going numb.
He needs Mrej awake.
He needs Mrej to command him to cum and cum and cum.
Another gush of precum floods his womb with heat. His stomach is beginning to pudge out, fat and squishy and dimpled around the distension of Mrej’s cock, like he’s gaining weight. He kneads the softness, entranced and panting, then encircles the head of that enormous cock still bulging from his skin, polishing the head of it. Mrej’s wiry pubes tickle his clit, and he humps desperately, achieving nothing. His ass lips throb, begging for something to push past them.
Nas stares at Mrej’s biceps as he circles his hips uncontrollably, trying to gain any friction. Mrej could lift him off. His arms and legs are tree trunks compared to Nas’s: he likely wouldn’t even have to work to lift Nas and then plunge back into him. Nas was just a cocksleeve
Nas moans, chest heaving, leaning over Mrej’s body. His clit throbs as his tongue slides over Mrej’s skin, the salt of sweat brilliant and addictive. Nas slurps against Mrej’s chest, up his neck, his thick tongue mapping out each peak and valley, every twitch of skin. He licks desperately over Mrej’s lips, leaving behind glistening saliva. The remainder of the slick he’d painted on Mrej’s skin is slightly sour against his tongue.
Before he can even think twice, he’s laving Mrej’s face with his tongue, wiping away the Rune, ruining it. Mrej snorts in sleep as Nas whines, shoving his tongue between Mrej’s lips and into his mouth. Seemingly on reflex, Mrej’s hands seize Nas’s waist, and he gasps.
A snort—
And Nas can tell when Mrej wakes, his body shoved upright. Suddenly, he’s faced with Mrej’s full glare, his furious expression, nostrils flaring like a bull’s.
“Nas,” Mrej snarls, his voice guttural and cracked.
Nas squeezes his bulging tummy with his arms, and Mrej’s eyes roll back.
“You fucking cocksleeve,” Mrej growls. “You don’t even want to be a person, do you?”
“I don’t,” Nas moans in agreement, slurred, struggling on Mrej’s cock, feeling it throb inside him. His hands are free to plunge fingers back inside his asshole.
Mrej’s lip curls in arousal? Disgust? Nas doesn’t care. He wants to cum. He needs to cum. He’ll go insane if he doesn’t cum.
“All we’ve done for you to help you get over your conditioning, and you’re—still—obsessed with—cock!”
With almost no effort at all, Mrej yanks him up his cock. With a filthy, sloppy sucking noise, the cock unsheathes itself barely halfway—the head just barely lodged in his womb. Nas goes limp in ecstasy, Mrej’s grip loosening in surprise, and he plunges back down.
Mrej lows, guttural and needy, as his cock impales Nas once more, Nas sobbing at the perfect friction against his inner walls. Another gush of precum adds itself to his womb. He hopes Mrej’s sperm is already racing toward his eggs.
“I won’t… fuck you…” Mrej growls, attempting to drag Nas off his cock again. Nas is moaning as he clamps down, silky flesh massaging Mrej’s velvet-wrapped steel, feeling every inch pulling out of him.
“Fuck me,” he begs. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuckmefuckmefuckme—”
Mrej’s hips cant up, once again stabbing his cock deep into Nas’s womb despite the arms trying to pull him away.
“Fuck!” Mrej grits out. “You fucking tempter—”
Another agonizing pull out as Mrej’s hips snap back to the mattress.
“Make me cum,” Nas moans.
“You only think of one thing,” Mrej snarls.
“Yessssss—”
“Being bred.”
“Yes!” Nas sobs.
Without warning, Mrej slams him down on his cock at the same time he drives into Nas’s womb, and any hope at staying quiet flees Nas’s mind. He’s begging in jibberish as Mrej’s cock shapes him into the perfect vessel.
He jolts at a sharp pinch at the crease of his hips. The sound of skin on skin slaps through to the room. His legs start to tingle, quickly turning numb. The pins and needles are so intense, for a moment, that agony swallows his legs when Mrej jostles him, and he cries out.
It fades quickly. Nas is confused, before he attempts to shift, and his legs do not move.
Mrej’s lip curls. “Did you forget I don’t need Runes to do magic, little cocksleeve?”
“Wha—wha dih you—” he slurs.
He scrabbles at his legs, not feeling his nails digging in, the muscles limp and unresponsive. His skin is soft and rubbery against his fingers as he attempts to lift one leg, breath beginning to come quicker.
The same pinch bursts across his shoulders, and he gasps. His fingers begin to tingle, first, and the sensation works its way up his wrist. His hands continue to move even though he can no longer feel them, before they too go limp and unresponsive. Pins and needles race up his arms, his limbs slumping uselessly like a puppet with their strings cut.
His cunt clenches and gushes at his sudden helplessness as he cries out. He can’t move. He strains until his vision goes spotty, and his limbs don’t even twitch. Mrej has taken his limbs from him. He can’t move. He can’t get away. He’ll stay here forever on Mrej’s cock until Mrej decides to pull him off and discard him. His clit throbs in so much pleasure it’s agony, his mind splintering as Mrej begins to fuck into him brutally. His limbs jounce uncontrollably.
“I eed oo cum!” he howls. “Leeeeez!”
Mrej groans, hips jolting, cock oozing heat deep inside Nas’s body. He’s enjoying this.
“You wanted to be a cocksleeve,” Mrej grunts, “then you get to be a cocksleeve. And my cocksleeve doesn’t get to cum.” Mrej smirks, and then does half a crunch to whisper at Nas. “Because I like them desperate.”
Nas wails helplessly. His fat stomach ripples. There’s a pinch at the base of his tongue, and as muscles and nerves unclench, it unfurls, its base swelling uncontrollably until it fills his mouth, the rest of it flopping down his chin. His mouth is so full that his jaws can’t move, pried apart by his tongue, which throbs hotly. Mrej laughs at the pathetic display. Nas’s mouth is numb, and soon he can’t feel anything in it at all, even when he bites down on his massive tongue. Drool runs from his mouth.
Nas mewls and begs insensately, vocal cords unable to produce anything except animal-like grunting.
“That’s more like it,” Mrej snarls, humping quicker now, Nas’s limbs dancing and flailing. His oversized clit scrubs against Mrej’s pubes, and his eyes roll. He’s so focused on the pleasure that he doesn’t register the next pinch until his neck begins to go numb. Panic floods him.
He shrieks and pleads with Mrej to let him keep this one thing, let him keep his head upright for a semblance of personhood—but it’s too late. His head, incapable of being supported by his numb neck any longer, flops down to his chest. His tongue paints his burgeoning breasts shiny with saliva, his tight nipples sparking with pleasure every time they’re accidentally flicked. His eyes roll back automatically, eyes half-lidded. He no longer can control the sounds he makes, whorish noises falling from his throat raggedly, displaying the sick pleasure he’s pulling from this.
He is, as Mrej had named him, a cocksleeve. A toy meant for Mrej to cum inside. A thing to be used, without any desires of its own.
Nas gurgles. He can’t even clench down on Mrej’s cock, his muscles taken away from him. He’s only a set of holes—just as the Academy had wanted.
With a choked groan, as if he’d been trying to hold it back and simply can’t anymore, Mrej cums. His shaft swells deliciously in Nas’s cunt, before a massive deluge of cum begins pumping straight into Nas’s womb. It’s almost akin to cumming, himself. He wails in joyous relief, pussy squirting even as he doesn’t tip over that precipice, his clit tight and hot. He is, finally, being bred. Mrej’s sperm rushes straight into his womb, the thick sludge churning in its confines. He imagines it, thick, gushing up to his ovaries, sperm plunging into each egg.
His belly begins to grow. It swells at a leisurely pace, rounding out beneath his shirt, pressing against the fabric, pulling it tight. The fabric creaks and bulls out, stitches straining, forced up his abdomen as his stomach sloshes and gurgles, soft flesh lurching outward. His shirt tightens around his tits, his nipples poking like slutty fingers out from the fabric. His womb gurgles, and Nas can’t stop helplessly moaning at the pressure of it—it forces him outward, expanding, like a hose in his guts inflating him like a balloon.
His stomach drops, bulging outward, round and tight, kissing Mrej’s big belly as the deluge starts to slow. They’re both breathing hard.
Nas whines, unable to look up.
In response, Mrej chuckles. “Oh, we’re not done yet.”
With a growl, he lifts Nas once more, milky thick cum dribbling down his length, before yanking Nas back onto his still hard cock. The fire blooms once again in Nas’s belly, eating its way up his spine, tears of ecstasy welling in his eyes.
He hopes his master never softens. He hopes his master never pulls out of his womb. He can’t concentrate on anything except the searing heat plowing in and out of his womb, the needy pulse of his asshole that he knows will be fucked next, the jiggle of his pudgy belly, waiting to fill up with babies. His clit scrapes against his belly and he babbles, gushing slick.
“You wanted this.” His master grunts in exertion, working his fat cocksleeve up and down his massive length. “And I’m going to take my time working off this steam.”