Davis moaned as he clutched the sheets. His entire body shook in the time with the hard strokes of Asher's cock pounding his ass. Every stroke shoved him up against the headboard and even withdrawal sent shivers of pleasure coursing through his body.
He missed the heavy weight of his own cock swinging in time of the thrusting. It used to smack against his leg or thud against his lover's body but that was now missing. He felt compact and his pleasure more focused. He couldn't do anything but take the massive cock as it drove deep into his ass.
Asher groaned with each thrust. His balls smacked hard against the severed stump of Davis' cock. The burst of pleasure and pain only added to the growing intensity that built from their rutting.
“Oh fuck,” they both gasped as their movements grew more frantic. Both of them were coming near the edge, days of fucking brought them more in sync with every orgasm.
Davis dropped to the blankets and spread his legs obscenely. His body tightened with his pleasure as she ground his chest against the sheets. One of his false breasts was missing, lost during a fuck earlier that day. Somehow Asher didn't seem to mind at all as he continued to fucking until he came all over Davis' now bare chest.
Asher slammed his hips hard and held it there.
Davis let his own pleasures go, his insides tightening around the pulsating cock. As Asher exploded inside him, the sensation of hot cum flooding his bowels triggering his own orgasm. His cum splashed out of the remains of his cock, spraying his thighs with hot cum.
Their bodies froze together, pulsating with their afterglows. Then, as one, they slumped to the bed.
With Asher's weight crushing him, Davis felt a strange sense of timeless contentment. As much as he wanted to think about the night at the club or even his father, it was almost impossible. It felt disjointed and separate from his current existence. A haze of orgasms separated his two lives.
He also knew that his current life was about to come to the end. The midnight between Sunday and Monday had passed during their latest round of fucking. Even with his face buried in the pillows with his ass being violated, he somehow felt the moment.
The next time would be the last.
He closed his eyes.
“What are you thinking about?” Asher's voice blew hot air along his ear. His sweat-slicked body shifted to the side as he rolled over. One powerful leg hooked over Davis' and pulled him closer, Davis' cheeks pulled apart and a flood of cum dribbled out of his ass.
Davis closed his eyes and buried his face in the pillow. He had to take a deep breath before he answered. “We're at the end, aren't we?”
Asher nodded.
“How is it going to end?”
His master smiled. “I don't know yet, do you have any ideas?”
“M-Me?”
“Yeah,” he said with a smile. “In fact, I bet you have some secret desire in that chest of yours. Something you've always wanted?”
Asher reached over to stroke Davis' face break, setting off the haptic feedback. It felt good but also false, a fake fantasy of a foolish man who wished he was a woman.
He ran his hand down, along Davis' taut belly and down to the severed end of his cock. His fingers tips ran around the fresh wound, the plastic that sealed off the end making it only sensitive to the touch, but not agonizing.
Davis panted. His muscles tensed as Asher's fingers trailed down to sensitive spot between his ruined balls and his asshole.
“Isn't that what you wanted to be? A real woman?”
“Y-Yes. But I'm not.”
“You can be, once. At least the one way I can give you.” He tapped the spot, grinding down on the soft space where a real woman would have her pussy.
Davis let out a choked sob.
“One time, one final fuck. How would you like to be fucked like a woman?” As he spoke, his cock grew harder against Davis' hip. It was achingly hot against his body as it smeared pre-cum across his skin.
There weren't many options. He was going to die one way or the other. He nodded. “Y-Yes.”
“Now?”
Davis sniffed and reached up to wipe a tear from his eye. “Yes.”
“Roll over, cunt.”
Davis obeyed, the shortened end of his cock growing hard even as his body felt like fire. He panted as he spread his legs, exposing the dark wound of his ruined sex and his dripping asshole.
Asher knelt in place, his thighs propping up Davis' buttocks and holding them apart. His cock slipped up between them, the heavy girth thudding against Davis' crotch. It felt heavy and swollen, man's cock about to fuck a woman. The tip of it reached almost to Davis' ribs. Thick dribbles of pre-cum ran down the length, splashing on sensitive skin.
He reached over to the side table and opened the door. He pulled out his soft-sided case.
Davis frowned, he thought it was already used up to castrate him.
To his surprise, it was an entirely different one with a metal-looking rod and a bottle of what looked like lubricant.
“W-What is that?”
“Something to make this easier.” Asher picked up the lube. “This will dull some of the pain of having your organs torn into. You'll feel it, but it should mask most of the pain and turn it into something more pleasurable.”
It sounded almost clinical. “A-And the stick?”
Asher leaned forward, sliding his cock up along Davis' body until his balls nestled tight against his slave's asshole. “Think of it as a starter. Don't worry, it won't hurt for long.”
Davis whimpered.
“Didn't I promise you a fuck of a life?”
“Y-Yes?”
Asher's cock surged hotly. “And didn't I buy your fucking ass?”
Davis felt a surge of heat coursing through his body. “Yes.”
“Then relax. You'll feel a bit of a pinch.”
Asher pulled his cock back, separating their bodies. In the gap, he worked the metal rod until the rounded tip was pressed right against Davis' body. It was the exact place a pussy would be, if he was a real woman.
Davis panted, his body tensing and relaxing. He knew it wasn't going to be “just a pinch,” not if Asher was talking about turning him into a woman. He wanted it no matter how painful it would torture him. It was his fantasy.
“Ready?”
Davis shuddered and nodded.
“Close your eyes. I'm going to count to three. I'm not going to use the sealant this time, which means you are going to bleed.” He chuckled. “Think of it as lubrication and a bit of virgin's blood, right?”
Davis cringed but then nodded. He gripped the sheets. “Y-Yes.”
“Three.”
Davis panted, his lop-sided chest rising and falling with his rapid breaths. Every muscle in his crotch clenched painfully, as if it would stop.
“Two,” Asher said with a grin on his face. His cock was dripping. He twisted the metal rod tight against Asher.
Davis clenched his eyes closed, trying to imagine what it would feel like.
“One.”
Then, a moment of silence, a hesitation.
Asher twisted the trigger on the rod.
Something slammed into his crotch, shoving him hard up against the headboard.
An instant explosion of agony tore through him as he let out a scream. His fingernails clawed at the blankets as his back arched in agony. He screamed out shrilly.
His master yanked out the metal rod. It had a ten centimeter spike with a cross-like blade on it. The entire length dripped with blood.
Pain radiated from the new opening of Davis' body, a third hole to be fucked.
Asher tossed it aside. Grabbing his cock, he pumped the lubricate on it twice before angling it down. The rounded tip of his glans slid down to rub against the raw nerves of the new wound. With a grin that bordered almost on insanity, he lodged it in before looking up. “Ready to become a woman?”
Davis whimpered but nodded.
Asher thrust forward, ripping through the opening made in his slave. Skin and muscle tore apart for the thick intruder as it plunged into his guts. His belly swelled as the cock drove deep.
“Fuck, you're tight.”
Asher gripped Davis by the throat and and knee, pinning him in place as he forcibly shoved his cock deeper.
Davis screamed out as he felt the thick member inching deeper into his stomach, shoving organs apart. He could feel every ridge, every bump as he was violated. The sensations was intense and unfamiliar.
Asher pulled back and thrust back in, driving his cock hard into Davis' belly with relentless strokes.
Hot fluids sprayed out between them. The sharp taste of blood filled the air but it didn't matter anymore.
Davis sobbed with pleasure and pain. He reached up to grab Asher's shoulder, holding it tight and lifting his hips to meet the cock that was killing him.
Asher pounded harder, each thrust ripping open muscles further and easing the passage. Organs were shoved out of the way, the hot slickness lubricating the immense cock. He grunted and thrust harder, each stroke bringing him closer to being balls deep in his slave.
The world spun around Davis'. He could feel his life's blood spraying out whenever Asher pulled out but he didn't care anymore. He shook as he concentrated on wrapping one leg and then the other around Asher's hips. He angled his new pussy up and joined in his own violation.
Even through his tears, his eyes locked onto Asher's.
“I love fucking your cunt.”
Davis couldn't get the words out. He begged with his eyes. He needed to be filled completely, to have his master ball's deep in his pussy. To feel the hot spray of cum inside his organs.
Asher plunged his cock in and out of the opening, spraying blood and pre-cum everywhere. It soaked the blankets and sheets, turning the white linen into crimson.
“Fuck. Fuck! Fuck!”
Asher rammed his cock hard, slamming Davis' head against the headboard.
Then again, every muscle in his body.
Davis' cock began to spray cum, an orgasm born of pain and pleasure setting off. It coated both of them, the direction almost an explosion than a blast.
Asher grunted and thrust into him again. “One.”
Another. “More!”
“Fuck!” With a final surge, he rammed his cock hard into Davis, tearing through flesh and bone to bury every centimeter into the body of his slave. His balls sealed the bloody opening, each of his testicles growing tight.
Then he came inside his slave.
Davis moaned at the hot jets of heat that flooded inside him. He couldn't figure out where it was, only that it wasn't in his rectum. It spread across his entire body, filling every crack, every crevice.
“Fuck!” howled Asher as he gave a final, weak thrust before slumping against Davis. “Damn, that was good.”
Davis moaned and slumped against his master. As he did, the sensation of blood pouring out of his body increased. He knew he was going to die this way, he only hoped that he could pretend he was a woman up until the end.
Asher smiled and lifted his eyes. “You were so good, Cunt.”
“T-Thank you.” Davis pulled him close to rest his face against Asher's muscular shoulder.
They said nothing for a long time.
The world grew hazy and unfocused. Davis was dying of blood loss. It wasn't much longer.
Asher sighed. “When I saw your profile, I knew I had to have you.”
Davis moaned. “P-Profile?” His words were slurred, his tongue didn't feel right.
“Your HunterNet profile. How do you think I found you?”
“Through the app?”
Asher pushed himself up but kept his cock buried deep. If anything, it felt hotter and harder. “Of course. I knew everything about you: your friend Madi, the fact you were dressed as a woman, that ass of yours. Cameras, alerts, hell, I even knew you had your notifications turned off.”
“H-How?” Davis whimpered.
Asher leaned forward. “Who do you think pays for HunterNet? It's free for you, right?”
Davis whimpered.
Asher's cock twitched. He began to saw it in and out again, fucking his dying slave. “That's why we made it. That's why we pay for it. It isn't to protect you, it's to track you. Fucking stupid prey that installs their own tags.”
Then words didn't matter anymore as Asher began to pound Davis in earnest. He grunted with every thrust, tearing open the dying slave.
Davis knew that he wouldn't feel his master's orgasm, but it didn't matter. He was being used as a woman. He smiled and let his consciousness drift away in pleasure and pain.