Rin didn't see the root before his ankle caught on it. With a sickening surge, he pitched forward and slammed into the ground of the animal trail. The sharp edges of leaves caught his face as he slid for a few centimeters and the sound of his dress ripping shot through the air.
Sobbing, he clutched his stomach and scrambled to his feet. The tiny scratches along his shoulders and arms burned from where he had to rush through the underbrush. His knees and feet ached from slamming into stumps, logs, and the ground. He swayed to regain his balance and then sprinted forward.
He hated how he was getting wet and slick. The inner curves of his cheeks easily slid against each other, lubricated by the moisture around his opening. Doubt crept into his mind, wondering if his body really begged for Barack's cock.
Even through the blind panic, his mind kept reliving his encounter with Barrett. The cruel words cut deep, but they also brought a rush of excitement. He wore the dress that day because he wanted to see if someone found him attractive, and now that he did, he was running out of fear. Something inside him told him that Barratt's words were more than invoking humiliation, they were a promise.
Rin came up on a sharp curve. He clutched at a branch and used it to swing through it and then back on his feet. His long legs flashed in a flutter of his dress as he sprinted along the trail, praying to the gods that it would lead out of the forest and not deeper into Barratt's clutches.
Unwillingly, the image of Barratt's cock flashed across his mind. It was huge, larger than anything Rin had ever seen. The little barbs and the swollen knot were inhuman, but it didn't stop him from imagining it plowing into Merci's pussy, tearing it open. And then the familiar twist of thought when it became Rin on his back, legs splayed open, and the thick shaft pounding away at his tight asshole.
The heat of his fantasy mixed in with the fear, swirling in his stomach until he couldn't figure out if it was lust or terror that drove him to run.
He came up to another curve in the trail, this one around a large boulder. Panting, he sprinted around it.
When he saw Barratt standing in the middle of the trail, Rin tried to dodge out of the way but it was too late. With a sickening thud, he slammed into the solid wall of muscle and bounced, falling back on his ass and sliding to a stop. The slickness from his body caused his dress to lodge into the narrow crevice of his buttocks.
Rin whimpered and rubbed his chin, it had struck Barratt's pectoral and the muscle was as hard as rock.
“There you are, cum bucket.”
Rin whimpered.
“Ready to beg for my cock?”
Scrambling back, Rin shook his head. “No, leave me alone!”
Barratt jumped forward, his naked cock and balls swinging between his legs. He stalked forward, crushing flowers and nuts that were scattered alone the ground. “Why? That ass calls to me. It begs to be pulled apart and impaled.”
“No, I don't!”
“It doesn't matter what you want, Rin. You were made for my shaft. You can feel it, can't you? You are wet for me, I can smell it. You want every bit of this,” he fisted the dark length which jumped, “buried in that tight little hole of yours, don't you?”
Cock hard and heart pounding in his chest, Rin shook his head. “N-No.”
“You say it,” Barratt said with a sniff, “but your body wants me. You are my personal whore, a hot body to wrap around this shaft. And the faster you submit, the sooner I can fill you to the brim.”
He stood less than a meter away from Rin. Rin tried to scramble to his feet but Barratt grabbed him by the shoulders.
With a scream, Rin flailed out but his feet and fists only hit solid flesh and hard muscle.
Barratt slammed him against a tree, knocking the wind out of him.
As Rin gasped for air, he was helpless as Barratt leaned into him. The man ran his thumb against Rin's full lips. “These lips of yours were made to stretch around my shaft.” The rough fingers stroked down Rin's chin. “This throat is for me to choke it. Every inch of your body is mine, you just didn't know it.”
Barratt grabbed Rin's wrists and pinned them above his head.
Rin tried to twist out, but the powerful hands held him like steel. He thrashed and writhed, but he couldn't escape.
With his other hand he grabbed Rin's chin and tilted it toward him.
Rin strained against the iron grip, whimpering as tears rolled down his cheeks. His long legs flashed as he kicked, but it was like hitting a tree. His toes stung from the effort and Barratt didn't even move.
“I'm going to enjoy teaching you to be my bitch, Rin.”
Rin gulped. “H-How did you know my name?”
“You are my fuck toy. Everything about you, from your mouth to your pretty ass has been mine since you were five.”
A flash of some memory rose up but then faded. Rin trembled as he stared into the blue eyes of the predatory male, wondering how Barratt could have possibly known. And what happened when Rin was five?
“Five years ago, your parents traded your ass for the safety of the nine villages. As long as I was waiting for you to come to me, they would be safe. But as soon as you entered my forest—” he reached around and cupped one of Rin's buttocks.
The powerful grip easily stretched across the firm curve. When Barratt tightened his grip, Rin felt two fingers caressing his ass crack. There was strength and power in how the man just touched Rin. There was nothing Rin could do to stop him and they both knew it.
“—this ass,” Barratt's finger pressed against Rin's asshole with only the damp fabric protecting him, “was mine for the rest of your life.”
A heated slickness pressed against Rin's belly. When Barratt released Rin's ass, their bodies separated to reveal the hard length of Barratt's cock between them. It stretched from the base of Rin's hips to the bottom of his ribs. Up close, it looked more like an inhuman club than a cock. The head was round, almost blunt, more suited for hammering into a body instead of impaling it. Thick dribbles of precum poured out of the top, glistening the tip until thick rivers of it rolled down all sides of the twitching length.
Tiny barbs plucked at Rin's stomach and his body tingled from the touch. At first, he thought it was just the precum and heat, but he spotted tiny sparks of electricity jumping from barb to barb, an almost invisible feel that fluttered his skin.
The knot was still soft, but the bulge was unmistakable. It was as thick as the cock head. Rin shuddered at the idea of how big it would be, or the realization that it may be buried in his ass when it finally swelled to its limits. He knew it would hurt and the anticipation was as terrifying as the man pinning him.
“This is your life now,” growled Barratt, “to take this entire thing in that tight little ass of yours.”
He reached up and grabbed the front of her dress.
Rin screamed out.
Barratt slashed down, tearing the fabric open and ripping it from throat to groin in a single thrust. There was a wash of cooler air against his naked, erect cock and then he was exposed to the terrible made with no protection.
The stranger looked at him, a smile growing on his face. His gaze was hot against Rin's skin as he drank in the sight of the trembling young man, lingering for a long time on the tiny, erect cock that stood up against the hairless skin.
Rin sobbed. “I-I'm a boy.”
“I know,” Barratt said, “and you are perfect to take my cum until it spurts out of that little dick of yours.”
Stunned, Rin froze. “Y-You know?”
Barratt looked up and grinned, a growl rumbling in his chest. “Of course, I've known. I'm the one you made you for me. This body,” he stroked Rin's aching nipples and then trailed down across the brand, “this skin,” his fingers circled around Rin's tiny, blunt-ended cock, “and even this tiny stick were because of me.”
Rin tried to press his thighs together but Barratt forced his palm between them as he tracked along the perineum ridge. “I even castrated you those years ago, right in front of your parents, as I claimed what is mine.”
Rib sobbed, tears pouring down his face. He tensed his body, desperately trying to keep Barratt's fingers from where the stranger was going. There was nothing he could do as the thick fingers speared up between his legs and forced past his clenching thighs. Only when they stopped at Rin's tiny, virginal asshole, did Barratt stop.
Barratt swirled his finger back and forth. Rin tried to squeeze his cheeks to prevent him, but the slickness that dribbled out of his tight hole only made it easier for the powerful man to caress the opening.
“You are mine,” growled Barratt. “You are my cum bucket and personal hole, a hot body to wrap around my cock and to fuck until you scream for mercy. And then, when I'm done, I'm going to just flip you over and fuck your face until you choke on it.”
The pressure increased on Rin's asshole as Barratt's muscles tightened. The tiny ring resisted the pressure but Rin was lifted up as he fought with all his might.
Barratt growled and twisted, the clenching opening relenting but the slickness aiding the thick finger as it forced itself inside.
Rin sank a millimeter down on the probing digit, it was the first time anyone had impaled him.
Rin gasped, his eyes growing wide, and he shuddered. “No, no, no, nononono!” he panted, trying to escape the pressure that threatened to impale him. He tried to kick out, but his one leg bounced helplessly against Barratt's arm and the other hung.
More of Rin's weight focused on the finger. It slipped in another millimeter, forcing the tiny hole to open up. It felt like when he touched himself in the shower, but there was no stopping it. The inevitable brought a surge of heat coursing through his body and a strange sensation of climbing rose inside him. He thrashed his head back and forth, screaming out “no” at the top of his lungs.
Barratt grinned and surged forward, grinding the heated cock between them. The slick hardness pressed against the bottom of Rin's ribs. Rin opened his mouth to breath but then Barratt's slips caught his own, forcing his jaw apart as they kissed.
The hot breath of the stranger flooded Rin's lungs. He gasped, but couldn't move as Barratt's tongue delved inside his mouth, caressing and teasing even as the finger forced itself deeper into Rin's sphincter.
Rin panted, unable to go anywhere but Barratt's mouth. But the older man didn't seem to notice as he twisted his finger, forcing it deeper into the tight opening that threatened to rip from the pressure of Barratt's thick finger.
“No, no, nonono,” gasped Rin. He strained against the hand hold his wrists and twisted to escape the one trying to impale him, but he was trapped. Not even touching the ground, he could do nothing as his entire world focused on the kiss and the finger. One stole his breath away and the other tore into him, an agonizing process as it sank slowly into him, using his own weight against his will.
The pressure in Rin's cock grew. It was hot and intense, like something about to pop. He had never felt it before but it spread out heated tendrils through his body, quickening his heartbeat and searing his limbs.
Barratt jammed up, driving the finger into Rin. The pressure built up into a ring of fire and then he felt a pop.
At first, Rin thought something had torn but then he realized that he was to the second knuckle of Barratt's finger. He had been impaled. The pressure was intense, a thickness that pried open his asshole and filled it to the brim. It was hot and thick and slick.
As Barratt's finger slid deeper, it brushed against a bundle of nerves inside Rin. The younger man had never experienced it before, but it felt like every sense of pleasure had been gathered in the point that Barratt's finger pressed against. The flow of liquid increased, lubricating the invading man's finger, and Rin's tiny cock grew harder with a response.
His lower sphincter had clamped down on the knuckle, sealing it in place with a ring, but Barratt didn't seem to notice as he drew back. Sliding out was easier than going in, but that didn't stop Rin from sobbing as he felt every millimeter being forced out of the sweat-slick opening.
Barratt twisted his finger and pulled out.
The relief flooded through Rin and he let out a gasp.
“Mine,” growled Barratt and slammed his finger back into place. It drove into the tight, clenching opening and punched through any resistance. Rin had no chance to tensed as he felt the thick finger drive deep inside of him, filling him where no one had gone before.
The finger drove against the exposed bump inside him and he felt a wave of ecstasy coursing through his veins, filling him with a heady rush of excitement. It wasn't his cock that Barratt was touching, but the pressure felt further in his body, a secret place of unknown pleasure.
It wasn't until Barratt's knuckles slammed against his inner thighs that he realized he was completely impaled by the larger man. Hours of fantasies thinking about sex, reliving the scenes where Pieter fucked Merci and others, all came rushing back. He had been taken, filled like a woman.
The pressure in his cock burst. Gasping, he pulled away as cum splattered out of his tiny shaft, a few watery bursts that dribbled against Barratt's thick, swollen tool. It poured around it, painting a line across the hair that covered the older man's tight belly. There was no force to it, only a swelling of pleasure being forced out of his body. Somehow, he felt as if Barratt had pushed it out of him instead of his body shooting it out. The humiliation increased as he felt as if he was being milked like a cow instead being allowed to orgasm like a man.
Barratt shoved up, rubbing against the nub of pleasure deep inside Rin.
Rin's entire body tensed into rock hardness as his senses were drawn into the explosion of pleasure that coursed through him. His toes curled and his eyes rolled back as he sank into the pleasure, losing himself as he jerked violently on the finger and finished coming against the creature.
Barratt thrust the finger deep again, pulling out before driving it hard into him. Rin's entire body jumped at the impact, the heated core of his body clamping down on the intruding finger. The wet sound of the opening filled the air, the strange scent of excitement and musk swirling around Rin.
Rin cried out, another surge of cum pouring out of his tiny dick.
Barratt yanked his finger out and pulled back. He released Rin and straightened out. His cock sank down, a thick swollen member that thumped against Rin's belly. “No, turn around and get ready to take a real shaft.”
Looking down, Rin compared Barratt's single thick finger to the massive rod before him. There was no comparison. “T-That would tear me apart.”
Barratt chuckled. “Yes, and I'm going to enjoy every centimeter disappearing into that tight ass of yours. So, turn around, cum bucket, and let me teach you your real purpose in this world.”
Rin almost did. He almost turned around knowing that it would hurt but wanting to feel every centimeter of Barratt's barbed cock tearing into his asshole. He wanted to feel it stuffing him, filling him up. He could almost imagine what the knot would feel like as it pressed against his sphincter.
But, the fear of agony stopped him. He couldn't, it was too big. He had to escape, he had to run.
An idea flashed through his mind. Despite his fear, he reached down and grabbed Barratt's cock. The barbs dug into his flesh, sparking with static electricity as he tried to wrap his fingers around the precum soaked length. It was too big for his tiny hand, but it was enough.
Barratt only had a second to register surprise before Rin screamed out the words to his ice spell, throwing all of his energy into the spell.
In an instant, the precum froze into a shell over the swollen head. A cracking noise filled the air. Rin yanked his hand back before it sealed against Barratt's cock.
Barratt roared, a powerful sound that punched Rin in the stomach and threw him back. It shook the slender man to his core as the stranger clutched at his steaming shaft.
Rin wasted no time scrambling to his feet. Clutching the ruins of his dress, he raced to escape the forest and freedom from the man who threatened to tear her in half.
As he ran, he couldn't help but feel his cum dribbling down his thighs, mixing with the slickness from between his cheeks. It was his first orgasm, stolen by a monster.