Erotic Short. A young man in a brothel is invited to join a quartet of hulking wolf-like warriors.
6.4k, rated E. Two trans men, both being gangbanged by four cis wolfmen with huge cocks.
Fantasy universe with adventurers and so forth. Featuring stuck-through-wall and grope boxes, body writing, vaginal, oral, and anal play, huge come inflation, size difference, knotting, power dynamics, virginity kink, objectification and dehumanisation, degradation, humiliation, breeding kink, body modification, mentions of lactation and pregnancy, and enthusiastic consent throughout.
The brothel is often frequented by adventurers and wayfarers of varying kinds and descriptions, many of them mercenaries, soldiers, guards, strong men. Eda has been here before, has sipped shyly at his drink from his position at the bar and watched them come in and out, the different men and women and others too — elves and humans, orcs and dwarves, others besides.
This evening, the ones who catch his eye are the wolfmen, a pack of them — the four of them are each of them seven and a half feet tall at the shoulder, and Eda’s mouth goes dry as he takes them in. Two of them have brown fur and brown eyes, one of them lighter in colour with a greyer undertone, the other in a darker, richer brown; one’s hair is flinty grey, in contrast to his bright yellow eyes; the fourth’s fur is pure black, and his eyes are a darker brown than the others’. They mostly don’t armour their chests or backs, because the muscle and fat packed on them is so thick and under such deep thatches of heavy fur that it’s hard for most blades to penetrate.
The armour they do wear is where the fur is thinner, or on their joints — they wear pauldrons over their shoulders and the brown ones have armour on their upper arms; the grey one is wearing gauntlets to protect his forearms and the backs of his hands even though his claws are free; all four of them are wearing leather skirts, and while they don’t wear boots, they have more armour around their ankles or over the tops of their feet.
Their paws are mostly free to let them run and move freely.
Eda’s mouth is dry, looking at them as they move, at their weapons — heavy maces for the lighter brown one and the grey one; a greatsword slung on the back of the darker brown one; the black one carries a sword and shield.
An attendant takes their weapons from them to stow in the lockers at the brothel’s entrance, and after some conversation, the four of them begin to strip off the rest, too, until their kilts are aside, all their armoured pieces.
All four of them are left naked, except for the jewellery some of them still have — the grey one has his ears pierced, has two gold rings hanging from one ear and another from the other; the black one has a crystal necklace hanging around his neck, the pale blue of it glittering in the dark fur on his chest.
Eda can’t take his eyes away from each of their cocks — they swing thick and heavy between each of their legs, their huge balls swaying too, and Eda can see the thick bump at the base of each cock. Knots, big ones, once they’re hard, Eda expects.
As a line of four, they stand in a row and look at the wall.
It’s a quiet brothel, compared to most, here in the main hall — there are a group of other men drinking in the corner, laughing together, and a group of other mercenaries chuckling as they play over a table. The table is on wheels, and one of the whores is inside — their tits and their cock poke through gaps in the tops of the table, and now and then one of the mercenaries will play with their cock or tweak their nipples, touching them, manipulating them.
Up on the wall are a series of about twenty tiles, each the far end of a box on wheels just like that: poking through each gap is an ass, some of them face up, some of them face down. Eda looks at the array of them, at the different colours of the whores’ skins — an array of human shades, paler whites, pale and darker browns, one more dark-skinned person whose cunt is brightly pink inside and contrasts with the pigmentation around their lips and on the flesh of their ass, and then a few non-humans too — pinks and purples, one huge, green ass with a thick, pierced cock hanging down and a plug pressed into their ass.
Eda considers the position of the people on the other side — on their hands and knees in a box, some of them, others with their legs strapped to the wall and their bodies laid on a bed or another supporting surface.
Some of them have already been used tonight, and you can see it — see that one or both of their holes are open, some with cum visible stuffed inside or leaking down around their cocks or out of their holes. Some of them have been written on with ink, or have notes written on the wooden panelling the asses poke through — three on the end says QUARTER-PRICE: PRISONER’S HOLES, meaning that they’re prisoners who are doing brothel duty to pay down some of their dues to lessen their sentence, or just want to earn some money for them to have once they’re out.
He’s heard some of the whores talk about the work here, about the helplessness of it — you don’t get marks or bites or kisses, for the most part, don’t have to talk to the clients, don’t have to perform. You can’t solicit for tips, either, and there’s no guarantee they’ll pick you out of the line-up — of course, there’s no guarantee they’ll give you any reprieve, either.
He’s been dreaming of it. Considering it. You can take the job part-time, and most of them do, only do one or two days a week — there’s something anonymous about it, after all, especially in a bustling city like this, and while there are identifying markers, like piercings or the particularities of someone’s pussy or cock or asshole, their pubic hair, scars, tattoos, it’s relatively anonymous.
The wolfmen are talking to each other as they walk up and down the line, examining the different asses on display — they seem to go right past the cocks, focusing on the ones with cunts instead.
They’re looking at an ass that’s obscenely tiny, must belong to a halfling or a gnome or someone else who’s very small, and Eda bites his lip as one of them licks the tip of his finger and thumb and parts their lips.
The wolfmen all laugh as the person must twitch or clench their hole, and Eda twitches in his own seat as the wolfman smacks the ass on one cheek and moves down the line.
This ass is a human’s or an elf’s, Eda thinks, their asscheeks a pale brown, their cuntlips and cock a little darker with pigmentation, the same darker colour showing in the pucker of their unused ass. The black wolfman reaches out again and spreads his pussy lips, and Eda can see the shine of the pink wetness inside.
There’s writing on the board around him — FIVE-STAR BOYPUSSY says one scrawled piece of graffiti; another says get this bitch pregnant; another says fill him up!!
The wolfmen pull the box out of the wall by a metal handle and set it gently down on the floor, rolling it across to one of the tables, and Eda sips at his drink as he watches, looks at the shape of the box — the boy’s ass sticks out at waist height, his pussy underneath his asshole, so his legs are probably straight beneath him, maybe his feet on the floor of the box; there’s another strap across his chest keeping his body pinned to the top of it.
It’s the second-favourite of the positions Eda would like to try himself, he thinks, if he bit the bullet and applied for work — his favourite is when they’re on their backs with their ankles strapped to their thighs.
They set it in the middle of a set of chairs, and one of the wolfmen comes over — the black one, the leader, Eda thinks. The grey one is the tallest, and the lighter brown one is the biggest — the fattest and the most muscular — but the black one is the one they all look to.
“Four ales,” he says to the bartender, putting a pouch of coins on the table. He’s got a rich, growling voice, and Eda presses his knees together as the wolfman’s shoulder brushes against his. He’s so warm, and his fur is surprisingly soft — up close like this, Eda can see the places where scars interrupt the growth of the hair. “Keep them coming.”
“You all going to fuck number 17, Gentry?” she asks as she starts pouring ales, and the wolfman looks across at her, his hands on his hips.
“That a problem?”
“Once each,” the bartender says sternly, pointing at him with one finger. “Then I need to break open the box and see if he can take anymore or if he needs to be retired for the night.”
“Scared we’ll pop him?” Gentry asks, grinning.
“Scared he’ll run out of space,” she mutters, and Gentry laughs as he takes one of the ales from the bar. “I’ll bring the rest over in a minute.”
Gentry looks at Eda, and Eda immediately averts his eyes.
“You a whore?” Gentry asks.
“No, sir,” says Eda.
“You fucking any of the whores?”
“Um — “
“Just a pervert, are you? Here as a voyeur?”
“He’s paying for his drinks, Gentry, leave the kid alone,” she says, and Eda’s breath hitches as Gentry pushes one knuckle under his chin, pushing his head up. The crystal necklace the wolfman wears is distracting where it glitters between his two huge, fat pecs — only two of them, each of these wolf-men have, although he knows others have six or eight.
“Sorry,” says Eda.
“The fuck are you sorry for?” Gentry asks, raising thick, dark eyebrows. His tongue is dark pink, and his teeth are sharp, his nose black and shiny. Eda’s never had sex with a wolfman before, wonders what his snout would feel like, licking at him, and it makes his body shudder. “Can we fuck him?”
He directs the question not to Eda, but to the barwoman, who glances at him, raising her eyebrows.
“He’s not one of ours,” she says. “If you want to fuck him, you don’t owe us extra.”
“You a virgin?” Gentry demands, and Eda stares at him, at his face, feeling his own cheeks flush with heat. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “You look like a fucking virgin. You hang around in brothels like this, hope someone comes and just bends you over? Takes all the anxiety out of it, get it over with? Have someone break in those holes of you all at once?”
Eda swallows. “I, um, I — ”
“Take your clothes off,” Gentry orders, and Eda stares at him, dumb. His hands are going to his shirt before he even knows what he’s doing, before it can even occur to him to protest, to say no, to refuse. Gentry’s right, after all, and the thought of it makes his head spin, his cunt throbbing between his legs.
He takes off his shirt, his pants, takes off everything until he’s naked, and Gentry reaches to pinch one of the nipples on his tits, then reaches down between his legs and flicks his cock.
“You’re small,” he says approvingly, tilting his head as he looks Eda up and down. “Tabitha, you have that gel you use on your whores?”
“That you have to pay for,” says Tabitha, but she tosses him a metal cannister, and as Eda stands there, frozen and dumb, Gentry opens the lid from the cannister and smears some of the pale green gel inside over the hard, black skin of his palms, rougher than a human’s palms.
Eda yelps as he spreads some of it over his belly, gripping Eda by the hair with his other hand to keep him still as he spreads it in a circle over and around his navel, over his sides.
Tabitha puts a glass vial of similarly-coloured green potion on the bar, and Gentry says, “I’ll need two of those — this one’s a cuntboy.”
Tabitha huffs out a laugh. “You’re an endlessly lucky bastard, Gentry, you know that?”
“What can I say?” Gentry asks, grinning. “It’s my high charisma. This as big as your tits get, boy?”
“Yes, sir.” Eda mumbles, and Gentry clucks his tongue against his sharp, white teeth as he rubs more of the gel over his belly and his sides — it’s the most Eda’s ever been touched by a man and he’s so wet he’s pretty sure it’s dripping onto his thighs, his dick throbbing.
“That’s a shame — pudgy lad like you, nice meat around your thighs, this belly, good shoulders, you’d think you’d have a better shelf of tit to match.”
Eda doesn’t know what to say to that, can’t really think, can’t get his thoughts in order because all he can think about is just how close he is to Gentry’s cock, which even soft is thicker around than Eda’s wrist. “Are you — Are you really going to fuck me?”
“Yep,” says Gentry. “Your ass and your cunt and your mouth.”
“Tonight?”
“Yep.”
“All four of you?” Eda asks, looking over at the table, where the other three wolfmen are sitting around the makeshift table of the whore in the box, and Eda realises that when he wasn’t looking, the grey one had lined himself up and fucked inside one of the boy’s holes. He’s not moving his hips much, rocking him very gently and carefully — he must have already knotted him.
Eda feels faint just thinking about it, about being in the box and suddenly having a huge pink wolfcock shoved inside him, splitting him open, and not just a cock, but the wolfman’s knot, too, being pumped full of cum.
“All four of us,” Gentry says, and nudges Eda toward the table.
“What about my — ”
“You won’t need your clothes,” Gentry says, and Eda’s thighs tremble as he moves toward the table. “Another drink for our friend here, Tabby. How is he, Van?”
“Tight,” says Van, the tall, grey wolfman with the bright yellow eyes whose knot is buried in the boxed whore. His earrings clink as he turns his head to meet Gentry’s gaze. “I bet he’s squealing in this little box of his. He’s got no idea what’s coming to him.” He laughs, tipping his head back and continuing to fuck his hips forward and into number 17.
“Who’s this?” asks the biggest of the wolves, the one with the light brown fur. He’s got, Eda realises with a sort of tremor running through him, that he’s got golden barbels going through each of his nipples — it’s the only reason he can see them under the thick thatch of fur on his chest where he can’t see any of the other wolves’, and his tits are fatter, wobbling and shifting as he moves in his chair.
The darker brown wolf is quiet, examining Gentry and Eda both as he slowly slides his hand over his own cock — he’s using his sheath to grip his cock with, and Eda stares at how pink and shiny the huge dick is, how it’s tapered at its tip so it can easily sink deeply into a hole.
“This is Van,” Gentry says to Eda, putting his hand on Van’s shoulders. “He’s a good warrior, keen, sharp. Likes his holes tight — he prefers somewhere we can hear them whine and yelp when we split them open, but he lost the vote this time around. The rest of us, we like the anticipation, like opening the gift box after we’ve primed it.
“This is Brant, he likes to spank a hole before he fucks it — gets it to tighten up a bit before he slides his prick inside.”
The big wolf, the fat one, grins at Eda and gives him a little wave, so that Eda can see the rings on his fingers. “Makes them nice and warm, too,” he murmurs, chuckling low in his chest, which makes his tits jiggle. “All hot from the friction.”
Eda gulps.
“And this is Rain,” Gentry goes on, gesturing to the silent one, the one with lighter hair. He’s got an old bite mark scarring the bottom part of his neck. “He likes to rain hell on his victims on the battlefield — you saw his greatsword when we came in, didn’t you?”
Eda nods silently, meeting Rain’s amber-brown eyes, which don’t blink.
“He likes to put pups in the people he fucks — men, women. What do you think, lad?” Eda whimpers as Gentry slides his rough-palmed hand down his chest, squeezing one of his tits and rolling his nipple between his thumb and forefinger, making Eda squirm. “You think he’ll get first-time lucky, blow this belly of yours up and out?”
Eda shudders, and Gentry laughs as he goes and sinks down into the other armchair, putting his tankard down on top of number 17’s box — Rain puts a coaster underneath it, seemingly on reflex — and sets the two vials to the side.
“My name is — ”
“We don’t care,” Gentry interrupts him, and Eda is punched by such a searing wave of heat that his vision almost goes dark for a second. This is a fantasy beyond fantasies — he’s already been wanking off to it for months, for nearly a year, the idea of being boxed up in this place, paid for, fucked without anyone ever seeing his face or thinking of his name, but it’s been so… contained.
This is real, all of them around him, looking him over, looking at his ass, his tits, his belly. As he stands there, Van reaches over and curls his fingers through his hair, tugging on it gently, and Eda shivers.
“I can smell you,” murmurs Brant. “Look at how wet you are lad, all dewy for us. You want to be in a box next?”
“Why should we put him in a box?” asks Gentry. “We can handle him like this. Come here, lad.”
“How much are we paying for him?” Van asks.
“I’m paying for his drinks,” says Gentry as Eda walks closer, taking small, shuffling steps until he’s standing between Gentry’s glossy black-furred legs and stares down at his huge, still-soft cock in its sheath. “But otherwise, he’s for gratis. Just wants to let a few men take those holes of his for a ride.”
“Can we breed him?” asks Brant, and Eda shudders as Gentry laughs, not sure if it’s from the question or the laughter or the fact that Gentry has his cock between his thumb and forefinger and is tugging and squeezing on it, sending electric shocks of pleasure up his spine and through his pussy, making his cunt clench around air and feel so painfully, agonisingly empty. He’s only ever put fingers inside himself, and only ever three at a time — three in his pussy, two in his ass.
How is he going to take all their cocks?
Rain’s nostrils flare as he scents the air. He says in a voice so deep that Eda almost can’t believe he can talk at all without it hurting, a voice like distant thunder or grinding stone, “He’s fertile.”
“You sure you’re not smelling the boy in the box?” Brant asks.
“They both are,” says Rain, and takes the tankard from Tabitha as she brings it over on a tray. She puts the rest on top of number 17’s box, the tankards of ale, another jug of the stuff, with coasters underneath it all, and she also puts down a series of plugs, each one of them with flared bases and thick shafts.
Four of them.
“Try not to make too much of a mess,” Tabitha says mildly, and walks off with the tray under her arm to talk to the mixed group of mercenaries, who are now playing hoopla with their whore’s cock, tossing rings onto its hard shaft and laughing when one of them misses.
“Turn around,” Gentry tells him, and Eda obeys, slowly turning away from Gentry — he yelps as Gentry pushes his palm against Gentry’s lower back and bends him over, makes him rest his hands on the other edge of number 17’s box.
He thinks about the fact that he and number 17 are in the same position, each of them with one of these huge wolfmen behind them, each with their cunt and ass on display, each wet and open.
Each of them… fertile.
Gentry licks from Eda’s cock all the way up to his asshole, and Eda nearly screams.
He presses his mouth in against his upper arm as he grips tight at the other end of number 17’s box, his thighs trembling at the wet heat of Gentry’s tongue, which feels so different to his own fingers, even slicked with lube. His tongue is smooth and dexterous in its movements, lapping hot around Eda’s cock and then slipping around the edges of his cunt.
He can hear the sound of it, the wet slick of Gentry’s tongue against his clenching hole, then whimpers as Gentry’s tongue slides inside him so much deeper than a human’s could, swiping around the inside of him and making him jump and shudder away — Gentry grips his thighs tighter to keep him in place.
“I like those noises,” Van murmurs, smirking as he looks at Eda across 17’s box, pulling himself free. “Who’s next?”
Eda watches as Van tugs himself free from 17 and wipes off his knot and cock with a handkerchief, and then Rain stands up to take his place. He’s squeezing and tugging at himself as he moves along, and Eda’s mouth is wet inside as he sees him roll back his sheath all the way and bare his bright pink cock and the huge, fat lump of his knot at its base.
He sinks it inside number 17 in one smooth movement, and then begins to fuck into him — at the same rhythm, Gentry fucks his tongue into Eda’s cunt, and it’s impossible not to imagine how Van’s cock would feel inside him instead, so much thicker than Eda’s fingers, pumping into him, filling him so fucking full.
Gentry shifts his mouth, and Eda whines at the sensation of Gentry’s tongue fully forcing its way past the tight ring of his asshole, which Eda doesn’t play with much — he’s never felt such wet heat inside him, his whole body shuddering at the sensation, his cunt clenching around air, his cock twitching.
“Very good,” rumbles Van approvingly, and Eda’s cheeks are burning with heat, his body feeling as though there’s a blush over his every inch of skin.
Gentry pulls back, and Eda yelps as he grips Eda by the hips and lifts him clean off the ground, flipping him in the air because he’s so fucking strong that shit is easy for him. Eda struggles helplessly, but he can’t get purchase on anything as Gentry turns him so that his legs are in the air, and he drops Eda down into Gentry’s chair with his thighs spread, his feet either side of the chair’s back and his head down between Gentry’s furry knees, which he puts together to give Eda something to rest on.
Eda stares up at him, the blood rushing to his head from being upsidedown, and then yelps as Gentry upends one of the vials and pops it past the ring of his open cunt, the liquid foaming as it sinks into his pussy.
“Good boy,” says Gentry, and that’s all the warning Eda gets before the other vial is popped into his asshole, coming with the same feeling of the liquid dripping deep into his ass, foaming against the walls. He feels warm inside, his body trembling.
“Is it — What is it?”
“Preparations,” Van says mildly. “Make sure you don’t rupture from our cocks. Same thing the whores take.”
“Say thank you,” Brant suggests, and Eda nods helplessly from his upside down position, clenching down around the necks of both vials, seeing them sticking out of each of his holes, both of them moving.
“Thank you,” he mumbles.
Gentry puts his palm back on Eda’s belly and begins to rub in slow circles, encouraging more of the potion into him, coaxing it deeper.
Rain groans quietly, his thrusts beginning to slow, and Eda thinks of the tiny stretch of each of the vials in his holes, wonders what it will be like when he feels the stretch of their knots instead, a fist-sized lump stretching out his hole as gallons of cum are pumped into him.
He thinks of number 17 in the box, and wonders how many more cocks will slide inside him tonight, wonders if he’s moaning and whining in there, wonders how much he can move, how much he is moving. Has he come yet? Once, twice, more than that? Is he desperate for it to stop, because he just can’t handle any more?
Does he know he’s got two more yet to go?
Gentry pops the two vials out of his cunt and his ass, and replaces them with two plugs from the table. Eda shivers at the sensation of them, the way they stay settled in him even as Gentry flips him right side up and eases Eda back in his lap, against the warmth and thick softness of his fur.
He begins to play with Eda’s cock, and Eda whimpers as he leans his head back against his shoulder, his body going tense and tipping up and into his hand. The four of them, easy as anything, begin to talk over him and number 17 both — they talk as casually and easily over him as Gentry plays with him as if Eda’s in a box himself, and just as unable to hear them.
Eda doesn’t hear them — he’s too turned on by the situation, his heart pounding, his cock twitching. He wants this feeling of searing, overwhelming arousal to go on forever.
“… that job in Windlow,” Brant says mildly as he gets to his feet to take Rain’s space. “Is he really going to hire us again?”
“Probably,” says Van as he sips at his ale. “Apparently he’s a reliable employer, and he likes people he knows, likes to keep his people in order.”
“I want to fuck his daughter,” Brant says — his knot is already half as big as a fucking melon, and Eda can’t breathe as he watches him shove it straight into 17’s hole, can see the effort it takes him to force it, already so swollen, past the ring of muscle. He feels like he could come just watching it, just imagining it, as Brant groans and goes still, his eyes closing, his hands settled on the top of the box. “I bet no one’s had that sweet little ass before. I bet she’d squeal for it.”
“I doubt she’s ever had a knot in her,” muses Gentry aloud — his voice rumbles through Eda’s back, and Eda shivers as with the hand not playing with his cock he starts to play with one of his nipples as well. “Surprised you’d want her arse. Can’t get her pregnant from that end.”
“I suppose I’d fuck her twice,” says Brant, and Gentry laughs, tapping a rhythm on each of the plugs inside Eda and making him squirm. “Will you be able to smell the moment when it takes, Rain? Is every egg in this little cunt’s womb getting gangbanged by our sperms as we speak?”
“I hate it when you call them sperms,” Van says. “Have I ever told you that?”
“You have,” says Brant.
“It’s why he does it,” Gentry observes. “Do we really have enough money to buy a cart?”
“We do,” says Van. “From the pool, we can get a nice cart and two horses, and the fund will easily stretch to the horses’ feed as well.”
“What about a caravan?”
“You want another cart?” Van asks, raising his eyebrows.
“No, no, not — I mean a real coach,” says Gentry, gesturing with the hand playing with Eda’s tit, the other continuing to touch and play with him, nudging at the plugs inside him. “Some storage, a few bunks. We could have it enchanted, no?”
“Enchanted would be pricey,” Van says, thoughtful as he taps one finger against the underside of his chin. “But we could start with a little caravan with some fold-out bunks in the back, a good bit of storage, some armour-plating… It’d make a much bigger dent.”
“But we’d save on inn rooms,” muses Brant out loud. “We all fucking sleep on top of each other anyway. Why have multiple beds? Why not just have one big bed in the back?”
“Because you kick in your sleep,” says Rain, and all of them laugh.
Brant pulls back, and Gentry passes Eda easily into Rain’s lap, where he freezes, barely even daring to breathe. Rain’s hands slide slow and smooth over his body, exploring him silently as Gentry begins to thrust into number 17, fucking hard into him and gripping at and playing with his ass as he does.
As Eda squirms in Rain’s lap, feeling his cock underneath his ass, feeling Rain grip and tug at and play with each of his nipples, he imagines being number 17 in that box, having each of the wolfmen fucking him — have they all gone in the same hole? All of them in his arse, or all of them in his cunt? Have they been swapping between the two?
How much cum is inside him? Is he swollen with it?
“Do you know why my compatriot treated you with a potion, boy?” Rain asks, his voice rumbling in Eda’s ear, his breath hot against his skin, and then he nips at the shell of it and fuck, but it feels good, sends a quake through him, a shiver up his spine, all the hair on the back of his neck standing on end. “The four of us are not just hapless adventurers — our handsome leader here is a paladin in service to the god Virilis. Each of us are blessed by Virilis’ hand. Our emission is… godly.”
Eda swallows, then gasps in a breath as Rain presses his palm against his belly, squeezes.
“This belly will be heavy with our pups before the night is over,” Rain promises him, and Eda’s head whips to Gentry as he moans aloud, his hips slowing in their rocking. Slowly, consideringly, he asks in his deep, shuddering voice, “Do you think we could all fuck him at once?”
“That’s the plan, isn’t it?” asks Brant. “Free pussy for us to play with.”
“No, I mean, all at once,” Rain says. “If you take his mouth, Van and I take his backside, Gentry fucks his cunt. We’ll need to bind his legs up by his knees to get them out of the way, but we could all knot him at once.”
Eda can’t breathe as he thinks about that, his ears feeling as though they’re full of cotton wool, as though he can’t hear anything at all. He can’t see much, either. Can’t really breathe. He thinks about it, about having Brant’s knot filling his mouth up, thinks about Gentry’s pumping cum into his cunt, thinks about having not just one but two knots splitting his ass open, all of them at once.
“I’ll explode,” Eda whispers.
“Hardly,” Van says. “Gentry paid for those potions for a reason.”
“Speaking of,” says Brant, “can I have my next go after you’re done, Gentry?”
“Tabitha wants to break open the box before we take second rounds,” Gentry says dryly. “Make sure he has space.”
“Ugh,” says Brant, disappointed, but then waves in the direction of the bar, and a few minutes later after they’ve moved the glasses and plugs from the tabletop, Tabitha comes over with a key. As soon as she pops the lid, Eda’s libido lurches at the sounds number 17 is making inside — ragged, hoarse, whining moans that are constant, and scrabbles against the side of the box.
And then Tabitha kicks the box, making the three sides fall away, and Eda stares at 17 as his ruined body spills like liquid over the edges it had been pressed against, his belly covered all around with stretch marks, the flesh taut.
Tabitha had unstrapped him from the lid of the box, but it doesn’t matter — he doesn’t need a lid anymore. His belly is so big beneath him, audibly sloshing, that he’s still resting on the box’s floor, and its edges are almost sliding over the edges of it, his body rocking on the ball of his own belly. There are tears on his cheeks, and he’s moaning, whimpering, shuddering, twitching.
“Hey,” says Tabitha, patting his cheek, and 17’s eyes flutter open, and he looks up at her with his mouth, soaked with sweat, his lips bitten red, wide open. “They want to keep fucking you. Can you take it?”
“More?” 17 asks, his eyes wide, and he shakes his head. “I c… I can’t. I can’t stop coming, it’s — ungh,” he moans, and his eyes roll back as he comes again, Eda supposes, his gargantuan belly wobbling beneath him, his arms and legs almost threatening to disappear into it. The cum inside him is sloshing so loudly Gentry’s cock might as well be a hose inside him.
“You’re going to do that to me?” Eda asks.
“Yeah, but we’re not gonna stop at one round with you,” says Brant.
He happens to say it just as Rain flicks over his cock again, and Eda lets out a loud, sharp whimper as he comes, his body twitching and shuddering in the wolfman’s lap, his thighs spreading wider apart. He clenches desperately around the two plugs inside him, wishing that they were real cocks, wishing, wishing —
“It’s taken,” Rain says mildly, and Eda whimpers. “He’s gone from fertile to gravid.”
“A shame none of us is a mage,” Brant muses aloud, and pats the distended side of 17’s belly, making him moan and shudder. “We could do some really creative things with him then.”
“Fuck,” 17 whimpers, and looks about ready to come again.
Tabitha says, “I was serious about those plugs. When my guys come and roll him out back, I don’t want him dripping.”
“That’s why we need to plug your ass and your mouth at the same time,” Rain says helpfully in Eda’s ear. “Keep you from spitting it out the other end.”
Eda moans helplessly.
“Could we get another drinks, Tabitha?” asks Gentry, and the bartender gives a mildly sarcastic salute before she leaves them to it. “We’ll give you a good tip, young man. You’ve done very well.”
“Thanks,” moans 17 dizzily. “Will I ever stop coming?”
“Eventually,” Gentry says, and starts to rock into him a little harder.
* * *
An hour later finds 17 rolled out with a healthy pouch of coins weighing him down as well as the gallons upon gallons of cum sloshing inside him, and Eda is strapped into a breeding bench to keep him upright, his wrists strapped in either side of his head, his waist pinned into the frame, his ankles pinned too.
Eda is so sopping wet that when Gentry slides the plug out of his cunt, wetness drips slick down his thighs, and Gentry’s cock is so smooth in its entering him that Eda howls at how perfect it feels, at how it feels like a missing piece is being slotted into place, as though he’s being wholly completed for the first time.
His cock is throbbing, his head spinning, and that’s before Rain stands in front of him and feeds his slick, shiny cock over Eda’s tongue and right down his throat. His knot is already swelling, and Eda whines as it fills up his mouth, feels it bulging out his cheeks, his lips, tastes the watery saltiness of Rain’s cum.
It’s like they coordinate it, somehow — in one moment, Gentry’s knot is fat and tight and stretching Eda’s cunt wider than it’s ever been stretched, and at the same time, Rain’s knot is gagging his mouth, forcing his jaw wider apart, and Eda is wailing as he comes so hard his vision goes black, stars bursting behind his eyes.
If it weren’t for the bench he’s strapped into, he would drop limp and threaded between their cocks — as it stands, he stays upright, and at both ends he’s pumped full of cum, can feel it sliding down his throat as he swallows helplessly around it, can feel it streaming into his cunt, filling his womb.
They’re talking over his head again.
“… already getting the caravan, then let’s just keep him. Bring him with us where we go, fuck him as we please.”
“It would save us money on whores,” Van muses aloud. “And with the right potions, we could make a nice little milker out of him. Is that as big as his tits get?”
“They’d get bigger with the right potions, too,” Brant says. “And we could buy a good, enchanted set of pumps, make the most out of them.”
“And the pups?” Gentry asks.
“Leave them at the temple,” Rain says. “He doesn’t want to be a mother — he wants to be a whore. Our whore. He wants to be strapped in the back of our caravan, wants to take our cocks when we come home from our days’ toils, wants to be filled with our pups and have his tits swollen and dripping with milk for us, wants to be our toy and our plaything, our shared boywife for us to take comfort in and pleasure from after a long, hard day. Don’t you, darling?”
Eda gags around Rain’s huge, knotted prick as Rain tilts his head slightly upward, and he feels how fatly packed his belly is, his womb sloshing with cum, more of it filling up his stomach. He already looks pregnant — their second time around, the wolfmen aren’t coming as much as they did, but he does look pregnant, and he can feel his belly straining.
“What a gift you are,” rumbles Gentry. “That’s precisely what you want, isn’t it? It’s all you’ve ever dreamed of.”
Eda can’t nod, and he can’t talk, either.
But he can’t think in the moment of anything he’s ever wanted more.
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