Asher's cock plunged deep into Davis' throat, the girth of his shaft straining the slave's lips and the knot-like head stretching his throat. The thick length completely blocked Davis' lungs and his balls smacked against his noise.
Davis writhed on the bed. His head hung off the edge, giving himself complete access to his master's cock. His chest jerked only few times as Asher raped his throat; after an entire of being fucked in his ass and mouth, there was almost no gag reflex. Instead, it was just a heady rush of submission and the growing desire of feeling his mouth filled once again with his master's cum.
Asher groaned as he thrust hard, then rammed his shaft deep. It swelled inside Davis' throat, plugging it completely as he began to spew cum directly into his slave's stomach. His body shuddered as he grabbed Davis' cock and pumped it a few hard times; his fingers made a wet slicking noise as his fist stroked from base to balls.
Davis shuddered and thrust his hips into his master's hand, pumping his hips in time with the pulsation of the cock that choked him.
His lungs began to burn. He tried to open his mouth further open but his jaw refused. His chest jerked with the desperation to breath. He knew that Asher would eventually let it through but it still couldn't prevent himself from trying to inhale.
“Fuck,” gasped Asher. He sawed his cock back and forth before slowly pulling it out.
Davis gagged on it, working his lips to make sure every hint of taste from it. He had gotten used to the taste of his ass on Asher's shaft and balls. It was just one more thing that he had gotten used to in the last day of near constant fucking, sleeping, and eating.
When the glistening head finally slid out with a pop, Davis moaned and gave it a little kiss.
“Good little cunt.”
Davis panted and smiled. In the back of his mind, he knew that this would only end in agony and death, but so far, time with Asher had been nothing but fucking and orgasms. He twisted on the bed and raised his hips.
Asher stroked Davis' cock a few more times before bringing his hands to his slave's lips.
Davis obediently slurped his pre-cum from the fingers.
“I can't believe a pretty girl like you has such a large cock.”
Davis blushed. His cock jumped with the little aftershocks of lust.
Asher's own cock bobbed over his head. Davis reached up to kiss his balls.
“I'm thinking… you should enjoy it at least one more time.”
Davis started to moan but then froze. One more time?
His master smiled and his cock grew harder. Pre-cum dribbled out from the opening from his thoughts, a sign that worried Davis but at the same time excited him.
Slowly, Asher pulled back. “Ass or mouth?”
“W-What?”
“Where you do you want to put it? My ass or my mouth?”
Davis inhaled sharply. As much as he loved being fucked, occasionally he liked to do the same. “Um… ass… if that is okay?”
Asher nodded before he crawled on the bed. His muscular body flexed as he settled down on his belly, his tight buttocks rising up.
Davis scrambled to his knees, staring at the powerful body that had fucked him so many times since they left the bar. His cock jumped and surged at the thought.
“Go on, take your time. You won't get another chance.”
“W-Why?”
Asher turned his head to look at him. “Because I don't want you to have a big cock anymore so I'm going to castrate you as soon as you cum.”
It felt like Davis had been punched in the stomach. The world spun around him violently and he almost threw up the warm gurgling cum that had settled into his belly. “W-What?”
Asher lifted his hips. “You better fucking enjoying it, it's going to be your last.”
Davis let out a shuddering gasp. “I-I….”
A hardness flashed in Asher's eyes. “Even if you don't, I'm going to cut off your balls. So, if you want me to do it now….” He reached over for the side table.
“No!” Davis' shaft jumped. “No, I can. I want to.”
He didn't but the idea of having his body mutilated brought a strange rush ripping through his body. Looking down, his cock had swollen painfully, the head of his length almost purple with excitement. Davis didn't understand it, was he getting turned on by the idea of being castrated? Or was it the thought of looking more like a real woman?
When his dick jumped hotly, he realized it may be both.
“Good, because I've always want to know what it feels like to get fucked by me.” Asher chuckled and spread his legs. His cock rested against the white sheets, glistening with the last few bits of Davis' drying spit. His asshole was a tiny little opening, a ring of dusky rose, nestled between the hard mountains of his muscular buttocks.
It was beautiful.
Davis' heart beat a thousand times a second as he straddled is master. The thick girth of his shaft nestled along the valley. With one hand, he angled it down until the tip pressed against Asher's sphincter.
“Oh, that feels good.”
“Have you done this a lot?”
Asher shrugged and pushed back. “Occasionally. It adds spice to the fucking. Come on, push it in. You are wet enough, Slut.”
Davis moaned. His skin burned with desire as he leaned his weight into his cock, pressing down. He felt the tight ring parting underneath the pressure.
Asher must have recently fucked something large. His opening didn't fight nearly as much as Davis managed to slip the head in.
“Oh, fuck.”
Davis moaned.
“Keep going.”
Panting, Davis pushed and pulled. His pre-cum lubricated his shaft and it didn't take long before he was taking longer strokes.
“Harder.”
“Deeper.”
“Faster.”
The commands came to guide him. Davis found it hard to keep up but the sensation of the tight rectum around his cock brought him closer to an orgasm with every stroke. He wondered how he was going to get castrated. Was it going to hurt? Was it going to be a flash or hours of agony? Each thought brought a hotter surge coursing along his cock and he had to tear his thoughts away to avoid coming too soon inside the hot depths of the other man.
“Fuck, harder, harder!”
Davis drove into Asher harder until his entire body was covered in sweat. He gasped and moaned. He had to bite his tongue to avoid coming but he had to strain with all his might to keep the muscles tight to avoid letting lose a large load into the tight ass of his master.
It was a losing battle.
It had been too long since he had been the one fucking. The pleasure couldn't be held back and before he knew it, he found himself spraying deep into Asher's ass as he desperately tried to pump every milliliter of cum out of his balls before he lose them.
Gasping, Davis slumped over Asher's back.
“Good, Cunt.”
Davis moaned. “Thank you, Master.” His cock twitched as another surge painted the insides. It was just one more pleasure that he had experience since he lost his freedom, but it felt like a poignant one.
They remained still for a few minutes.
Slowly, Davis eased his softening cock out of Asher's ass.
His master clenched his ass as he lifted himself to his knees. He looked over his shoulder and then gestured to the bed. “On your back.”
Trembling with fear and trepidation, Davis obeyed. He nestled between the soft pillows and the frequently changed sheets. His cock remained half-hard, glistening with cum. His fake breasts were the only part of him not covered with sweat but it didn't matter. He felt almost content.
Asher unsteadily got to his feet. He stepped over Davis, straddling his head while looking down.
Davis looked up and knew exactly what was going to happen. His stomach twisted with the thought, but he opened his mouth as his master lowered his dripping asshole to his mouth. The heat of Asher's body combined with the musk and sharp tastes of a freshly-fucked asshole. He blinked at the tear and began to lap at the gaping opening, drinking the river of his own cum that dribbled down his throat.
Asher's weight ground down on Davis' face. He shifted from one side to the other. It felt like he was pulling something from the side table. Then, the weight centered on Davis' face.
Davis moaned into his master's asshole, his tongue exploring the ridges. It wasn't he first time he had eaten Asher's asshole, but it was the first and apparently only time it would be dripping cum. He gulped and swallowed.
At the first touch of his master's hand on his left testicle, Davis shuddered. He couldn't help but focus on the cruel pressure as Asher rolled it around in his hand and squeezed it against the side of his sack.
Not knowing how it would feel made it more terrifying. He had no clue and that made everything worse. Every pinch, squeeze, and tug made him think it was going to be his last. His body shuddered and writhed. His cock swelled hotly, dripping pre-cum everywhere.
Asher moved to the other nut and roughly handled both of them. He seemed to be trying to force it to pop out of Davis' tortured scrotum. The pain rose and fell with every cruel squeeze but the never seemed to come.
Davis tried to focus on his master's asshole, lapping and sucking as hard as he could. He could feel the hard cock bobbing over his body, the hot splatters of pre-cum splashing down on his neck and collar. He was turning Asher on, or at least the idea of castration his slave was turning his master on. It didn't matter though, it was the anticipation was was the worst of the torture.
It finally happened when Asher was squeezing Davis' sack tightly, forcing the balls up against the delicate skin until it felt like they were going to pop open. It was agony for Davis who could only scream into the hot asshole that plastered against his face.
A sharp pain scored along the base. With a sickening sensation, he felt flesh parting. The pressure slipped away as the agony cut through his senses. The blade, or whatever it was, danced along the base.
Behind it came an intense agony as his flesh felt like it had been ignited into fire.
He screamed with all his might, his entire body jerking violently. His cock managed to spray cum as he felt his entire senses rocking between agony and pleasure.
With a wet ripping sensation, he felt the last of his balls being torn away. Only an agonized burning sensation remained.
Davis slumped against the blank,. His tongue lipped from his master's asshole as he sobbed. He had been castrated.
Then Asher grabbed his shaft. He pumped a few times, forcing the cock to get harder and ooze more fluids.
It took a moment to realize it was about to happen again. Davis sobbed and thrashed. His entire body shaking as he dug his feet into the blankets. He tried to push Asher off, but an electric shock tore through him and he felt his limbs cease to respond.
The knife sliced into the base of his thick cock. He could feel the sharp blade sliding away at flesh, veins, and arteries. Hot blood sprayed everything, mimicking his orgasm.
Davis screamed helplessly as Asher sawed into his cock, dragging the blade again and again against hyper-sensitive nerves. It felt like there was blood and gore everywhere but the powerful man continued until the blade sliced through the last of it.
With a tug and a ripping sensation, Davis' cock was torn away.
He felt empty, light. For his entire life, he had a huge cock. He knew that, he could feel it. But now, it felt like Asher had torn everything away and left him hollow.
Davis sobbed, crying harder than he had ever done before. He tried to tense his muscles, to bring the familiar sensation of his shaft bobbing, but nothing happened. Only a twitch, only a wet scrape of an open wound, and nothing more.
The sphincter against his mouth clenched. Hot cum splattered across his chest, painting his body as his master had one more orgasm from castrating his current slave.
Slowly, Asher lifted his body and crawled over to the side.
Davis had to look. His eyes blurred as he peered down to the bloody mess where his cock used to be. Instead of his massive shaft, there was only a wide stump. The tip shone with some sort of plastic or rubber coating it, preventing more blood from spraying everywhere.
Next to his leg was a soft-shell case. A few spray bottles were scattered across it along with a bloody knife. He didn't recognize the logo at first, but then he remembered seeing it on the corner of the HunterNet application.
Confused, he found his gaze drawn back to the sea of crimson that soaked the sheets around his hips. He looked at the severed wound again, the flattened stump of his shrinking cock. Below, his sack had been sliced completely off, exposing the bright red and white of his insides underneath the sheen of plastic.
A cry ripped out of his throat.
Asher moaned as he crawled off. He turned around to reveal his swollen cock dripping with cum. “Clean me off,” he ordered.
Sobbing, Davis forced himself to look away from the ruined remains of his manhood. He was now closer to being a woman than ever before. With tears in his eyes, he turned to service the cock that owned him.