PART 2!
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NT: I'LL SAY IT AGAIN!
I have to clarify that I'm not good at this "reading porn" thing XD.
That's all I'm going to say, so if you see one of their names repeated a lot, you know why ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ
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The author narrates.
The executioner approached calmly. He touched Vikram's neck with his open hand, just below the mask. He caressed it delicately, as if that gesture could say what words could not. Not as a threat. As acknowledgment.
Vikram felt it. He felt the warm hand caressing him. He swallowed nervously. He took the burly man's hand in his own. And for a moment... he allowed himself to accept it. To accept his caresses. For a moment. It felt good.
He nodded slightly, his lips pressed together.
The executioner carefully withdrew his hand.
He placed one hand on Vikram's waist and the other on his shoulder, to continue what he had started.
Executioner: I'm going to lower you slowly... Okay?
Vikram remained motionless, saying nothing. He only nodded again.
The executioner lowered his gaze and with his right hand grasped his member, positioning it at Vikram's entrance.
Then, he began to slowly lower Vikram, forcing him into a squat.
When Vikram felt it again, just the head, he recoiled, but the executioner held him firmly, preventing him from moving back.
Vikram arched his back as he felt it enter him a little further.
And he tried hard not to let out any moans or gasps. But his mouth betrayed him.
Vikram: "Ah... AH!" he cried. "Aaah...! Hmm...!"
He tried to relax and let the executioner do his thing. But the pain was so intense, as if it were the first time he had experienced such intimacy. His legs trembled as the executioner continued to lower him, pushing his member deeper inside.
When the Executioner's member was only halfway inside, he paused to allow Vikram to adjust and for the pain to subside.
Vikram's body trembled, tormented by the pain. He didn't want his legs to give way, because if they did and he sat down, he knew it would only make things worse. He felt his stomach swell, filling with that heavy piece of meat.
A few seconds passed, and Vikram could no longer hold back. He leaned forward, letting his body fall onto the executioner, resting his head on the burly man's shoulder, and his legs gave way.
The younger man's scream, so loud, made him clench his bound hands tightly. The executioner felt it, but said nothing, letting Vikram adjust.
After a few minutes, the executioner felt his shoulder damp and knew. It was Vikram sobbing, tears streaming from beneath his mask.
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What had begun peacefully had devolved into wet, suffocating sounds for the older man.
The executioner penetrated Vikram mercilessly, pinning him to his knees. He had surrendered to the lust of possessing this mortal as his plaything. He no longer treated him with affection. Now he treated him like a pet, a mere human to satisfy his desires.
Executioner #2: I want to hear your moans, you little whore.
Vikram repeatedly shook his head as he clung to the clean sheets, already damp with his sweat.
Each thrust was a pleasurable pain for Vikram. But for the executioner, it was incredibly satisfying to hear Vikram, his moans, his gasps. Even though he tried to suppress them.
He wouldn't deny it. Vikram felt pleasure and pain simultaneously, so much so that he was furious with himself. He was enjoying it. His body was a betrayal he wanted to stop. But his body wanted more. He didn't want the executioner to stop. He wanted to feel it deeper, even though he resisted again and again. While his body enjoyed it, his mind remained silent.
His already erect member slapped against the mattress—as the executioner thrust forcefully—his pre-seminal fluid staining the blanket.
Back and forth, repeatedly, tearing at the human's anus.
Blood began to flow again from Vikram's entrance. As if his body were saying: I'm still not used to the pleasure of pain.
And with that blood flowing from Vikram, it was much easier for the executioner to enter.
But he didn't see a more intense reaction from Vikram. Only muffled gasps. Moans directed at the bed, as if they wanted to remain silent.
Executioner #2: You're starting to bore me.
The executioner began to slow his thrusts. Upon hearing this, Vikram raised his head, somewhat frightened, for he always remembered what Bi had told him: that if he didn't please the Executioners, they would leave and he would lose his life. His soul.
So, without hesitation, Vikram began to move in the same rhythm as the Executioner penetrated him. He writhed as he felt that heavy, fleshy member pressing against his sensitive spot. He didn't stop, but the Executioner did.
Executioner No. 2: Come on, that's what I like...
Vikram was annoyed for a moment. He couldn't tolerate pleasing others. He wanted to dominate. Not be what his body needed and he didn't.
But he didn't deny that he liked it; he continued moving against the Executioner's member. Until he decided to stop, letting his body fall.
He let out a small moan as the Executioner's member withdrew. It was a great relief. But he didn't want to stop. They had already begun, and his body kept demanding more pleasure.
The executioner gripped him firmly by the waist and lifted him up. He entered him again, and the younger man, upon receiving him once more, shuddered, clutching the sheets tightly as he bit the mask the man had placed on him.
Executioner No. 2: "You're not doing so badly, you little whore. Good boy," he said, stroking his back.
Vikram didn't like the nickname "Little Whore," and even less being called "Good Boy." But hearing it from the executioner's deep, husky voice made him feel strange, doubt himself, and at the same time, it excited him that the man called him that.
He penetrated him again with the same intensity. Quickly. Mercilessly.
Vikram could only gasp, trying to suppress his own desires. He moaned, wishing he could hold back his screams. But his body craved more, and his mind refused to intervene, because he knew it wouldn't stop.
Vikram: Mmph!~
The executioner thrust harder a couple of times and then withdrew his member from the young man. He let out a small moan of pleasure as he felt the older man withdraw.
He lay back on the bed, leaning his body against the railing.
Executioner #2: Come here, little bitch...
Vikram heard him and didn't hesitate; he had to keep going until it was all over. He obeyed, groping for the burly man on the bed. With his hands tied, it wasn't so easy.
Executioner #2: I'm behind you.
Hearing this, Vikram nodded and carefully approached. When he arrived, he felt the executioner's warm skin. He touched his chest with both hands. Then, slowly, he moved down to his well-defined abdomen.
The executioner gripped his cock firmly, waiting patiently.
Executioner #2: Suck it.
Vikram reached for the executioner's member and, finding it, swallowed hard. He lifted his mask slightly, revealing his mouth.
He leaned closer and began to lick, just the tip. This caused the executioner to gasp, but he wanted more.
The executioner slid his hand down the boy's back, caressing him. Then he moved up to the boy's head and gripped his hair somewhat tightly, making Vikram groan, but he didn't stop and the boy continued licking.
He couldn't stand it any longer. The executioner began to lower the boy's head so that he would swallow his entire penis.
He couldn't take it anymore. The executioner began to force the boy's head down so he would swallow his entire penis.
As he finished, Vikram writhed and gasped, as the executioner wouldn't let him breathe for a few seconds.
Executioner #2: Swallow it... all of it~
As the seconds ticked by, Vikram couldn't bear it any longer; his body slowly began to give way, he needed to breathe. And the executioner noticed.
And the executioner noticed.
He lifted Vikram's head to pull his member out and let the young man breathe. A thick strand of saliva trickled from Vikram's mouth, along with his penis.
Vikram gasped desperately, breathing with difficulty. The air came in and out in spurts. He felt his throat burn with every breath.
Executioner #2: You suck it very well, he said, gently caressing the young man's lips with his fingers.
Vikram swallowed hard at the feel of those fingers. He wasn't used to receiving that kind of affection. He still didn't say anything, only nodded slowly, feeling saliva involuntarily escape his mouth.
The Executioner stood up and made Vikram lie back down on the bed, positioning him on all fours. Only this time, the young man's head rested on the bed and his waist was raised.
Before penetrating Vikram, the Executioner smeared his pre-seminal fluid on the boy's large buttocks. Without warning. Much less did he say a word. He penetrated him again. He paused for a few seconds to listen to the moans the boy was suppressing.
Executioner #2: Don't hold back... Let them out.
Vikram still didn't say anything, only trying to raise his buttocks higher and then began to move against the member again. The Executioner, surprised by the boy's actions, became even more aroused.
Executioner #2: Wow! Looks like you're still hungry...
Vikram began to move a little faster against the member. Forward, backward.
Executioner #2: Don't worry, faggot...
He leaned forward. Vikram stopped, feeling the Executioner's breath close. Even with that pyramid mask, he could hear and feel his breath very close.
Executioner #2: I'm going to please you until you're satisfied~
The younger man moaned and then resumed his movements against the member. But the Executioner held him firmly by the waist and began thrusting on his own. Mercilessly. FAST.
Vikram moaned. He let out deep moans and gasps with each thrust from the Executioner.
A few minutes passed in that position. Until the Executioner circled Vikram, enveloping him in an embrace. He lifted the boy's body and continued thrusting hard, deeper and deeper.
Vikram let out low moans, as if his voice could no longer bear it. The pain and the pleasure.
The Executioner moved a little closer to Vikram and said, as he continued his thrusts:
Executioner #2: Do you like how I'm penetrating you, faggot?
He increased the intensity of his thrusts and then pounced on the bed next to Vikram. He continued penetrating the young man mercilessly, his weight barely allowing him to breathe.
Executioner #2: Do you like feeling my cock inside you?
Vikram moaned again. Not from discomfort. Feeling even more pleasure than before.
In an unexpected moment, something the Executioner hadn't anticipated, Vikram tried to lift his hips. As if he wanted to feel him deeper. Not just because his body craved it. Now his mind also wanted to know more. They both decided to agree to a truce.
Vikram no longer wanted to suppress his moans and gasps.
When the executioner heard him moan, he became even more aroused. He stopped holding him and placed his hands on either side of the young man's body, penetrating him more roughly. Roughly. With his whole body, while the bed rocked.
Vikram: ...Y-Y-Y-
The executioner stopped, thinking he heard Vikram say something. He moved closer, pressing his body against the boy's back.
Vikram felt him so close that he didn't want him to move away. He didn't want it to end.
He wanted to feel him so close. To finish him off in the best way possible, inside him. He no longer doubted it. He thought it to himself.
Executioner #2: Do you like feeling it inside you, faggot?
Vikram didn't speak immediately. The place remained silent for a few seconds. The executioner moved slowly, very slowly, waiting for Vikram to say something. Just one sentence to confirm if he was doing something right.
Then... it happened.
Vikram: ...Sh... Ngh~!... Y-yes... —he said in a very low voice.
Finally, the executioner had done it. With that "Yes," albeit in a very low tone, he achieved something the first executioner couldn't. He got Vikram to admit that he liked feeling a penis inside him.
The executioner smiled contentedly behind that pyramidal mask and then, without warning, turned the young man's body over, as if it weighed nothing, leaving him face up. Without thinking, he removed Vikram's mask. That same mask with which the young man didn't want to see who he was performing the act with. But he didn't care anymore; his eyes were half-closed, but their gazes had already met, and saliva dripped from his mouth from the mouth, like a hungry dog.
The ropes that bound his wrists came undone. As if Vikram had finally been freed to do as he pleased.
Without hesitation, he dug his nails into the executioner's arms. Out of simple curiosity. Out of pleasure. He scratched them slowly.
The boy felt the executioner's member throb intensely, as if it didn't want to stop. And he wanted it not to stop. To not do anything.
The executioner began to spread Vikram's legs wider. When Vikram let out a moan, the executioner stopped, staring intently into his eyes. Vikram returned his gaze, not with annoyance, not with fury, but with lust. And that excited the executioner even more, pushing him to the edge.
He grabbed him by the neck and began to penetrate him like an animal.
Vikram lowered his hands for a few seconds while his gaze lingered on the body that was pleasing him. Now he saw him very differently... as if something inside him had changed. He found him interesting. A huge body. Large arms. Scarred from countless stories. That thick neck. That well-defined abdomen. Large, strong pecs.
And all of that. It caught his attention, stirred a strange feeling in his stomach.
The Executioner eased his grip when he noticed the young man's gaze on his body.
Executioner #2: "Do you like what you see, you pretty little whore?" he said, releasing the young man's neck.
Vikram waited a few seconds and then moved closer to the executioner's neck, sitting up slightly even with that member still inside him. He gently lifted the executioner's pyramid-shaped mask. And kissed him. And stayed like that for a few more seconds, leaving kisses there. Until he felt curious to suck on his neck.
After a few minutes, the executioner's neck was covered in hickeys. And then Vikram nodded, slowly. Breathing very slowly.
Executioner #2: I think I like you better like this now...
He said, then thrust hard into Vikram. The younger man felt it and let out a soft moan, then collapsed back onto the bed.
He loved that Vikram had left hickeys. That he'd marked him.
Executioner #2: You're a beautiful little bitch...
Vikram's member was completely erect. From the pain. From the pleasure. From the satisfaction of feeling that demon inside him.
So, without warning, he ejaculated forcefully, spilling his semen onto his chest and abdomen. And a little of his semen fell onto the larger one.
Executioner #2: You were nice and full, little one.
Vikram closed his eyes, letting his little friend finish throbbing.
He felt like he could see stars right there. All over his body.
The Executioner finally decided to move away from Vikram's entrance and lean back against the bed rail.
Executioner #2: Finish pleasing me...
Vikram stared at the Executioner for a few seconds and then looked down.
His body reacted, and his mind followed. He moved closer, firmly grasped the Executioner's penis, and leaned back slightly.
He began to study that enormous member with determination.
"So... this is what it looks like up close?" he thought, with a mixture of nervousness and curiosity.
He remembered how a girl in a porn movie pressed a man's penis against her face. So Vikram didn't hesitate and began to press it against his cheek, while watching the older man. He was breathing with some difficulty, almost rapidly. Like a bull.
Executioner #2: Come on, little faggot... suck it~
Vikram didn't wait any longer. He approached the penis and placed the glans against his lips, tasting the older man's pre-seminal fluid. It was bitter, yes, but it excited him in a strange way.
He opened his mouth and began to take it all in. That penis produced a burning sensation in his throat. He felt full. But he didn't care. He no longer cared what happened. He wanted to taste, to experience, and much more than his body, his mind, and he himself craved.
When he reached the bottom of the penis, his cheeks brushed against the executioner's testicles. They were very hard, as if the executioner had been holding back for days, just for Vikram. Perhaps Bi had forbidden him from masturbating or sleeping with any of the mannequins in the place.
He remained like that for a few seconds, until the executioner grabbed the boy's head again and began to force it into his mouth.
Executioner #2: You're taking too long, you damn dog.
Vikram didn't want him to stop. He didn't want him to be gentle anymore. He wanted him to be mistreated, like a dog, a fucking slave for some hungrier demon to fuck. He wanted him to penetrate him mercilessly. In search of pleasure. In search of satisfying his body against a human like him.
Vikram's heart pounded. He was more curious than ever. He wanted to know: "What does it feel like to have one of these guys ejaculate in my mouth?"
He didn't remember much of what had happened during his first encounter with the first Executioner. But this time, he wouldn't forget.
The Executioner began thrusting harder, until he ejaculated forcefully into Vikram's mouth.
Vikram's curiosity was finally satisfied. The taste was somewhat bitter, a warm liquid that reminded him of a food he couldn't quite describe.
Without hesitation, he sucked hard on the Executioner's member, swallowing the semen that flowed from the burly man.
The Executioner didn't stop; he continued thrusting, a little harder, while the young man sucked. He didn't want a single drop to escape.
When he could no longer hold back, Vikram ejaculated again, staining the sheets. His throat felt sticky, and not just from his saliva. A strangely delicious taste. Now his stomach felt much fuller. Perhaps from all the semen he had swallowed out of curiosity.
The Executioner breathed heavily, like a bull. He stroked Vikram's hair for a few seconds and then slid a hand down his back, reaching one of his buttocks. He caressed it with his fingertips for a few seconds; the sensation was soft and satisfying. Then, he slapped him hard across the buttocks. When Vikram felt that burning sensation that excited him so much, he let out a loud moan. The Executioner whipped him again and again, each time a little harder than the last, as if he also wanted to remember the mortal's last moans, gasps, and small cries.
He stopped whipping him when he noticed that Vikram's buttocks were red.
Vikram, for his part, lay back in the Executioner's lap, timidly and slowly licking the man's member, which was no longer erect after ejaculation. He just wanted to rest.
Executioner #2: Good boy, Vikram. "From now on, I will consider you someone important to me," he said in a soft, deep voice, just as he had hours before, while gently stroking his hair.
Vikram didn't quite understand what the Executioner had said. He said nothing. He simply let his eyelids close on their own. As if his body had reached its limit. Now it begged for rest.
Executioner #2: Satisfied?
The younger man couldn't hear well, but he nodded again.
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