Derik's Luck 27

From TSade

[edit] The Baron

“Look up,” he repeated. Derik whimpered as he felt the baron’s words rumbling inside him, feeling it in his chest instead of through his ears. It seemed to echo deep inside, like tiny quakes coursing through his body, and he shook from the force of those two words.

Shoulders shaking from his silent sobs, he had to force himself to lift his eyes. He focused on the heavy boots, then on the trousers. Underneath, the baron had legs of a weight-lifter, thick and corded. His pants strained the fabric with every movement and Derik shivered at the thought of touching them.

A tear ran along his jaw as he focused his eyes on the baron’s crotch. He didn’t mean to, but as soon as his sapphire gaze found the immense bulge under the fabric, it felt like the rest of the world just disappeared.

His lips parted as he stared at it, far larger than anything that he saw in Madre’s room. It was easily longer and bigger than even Madre’s fist. An errant thought cut through the fear storming inside him, just the idea of it being pressed against his naked ass. His cock twitched, hot and excited, and Derik had to clamp his legs tightly together to avoid exposing himself.

He didn’t know why, but it was important.

The baron cleared his throat.

“My eye is up here.”

To pull his eyes away from the massive member took as much effort as to first look up. Derik shuddered with the thought, forcing his eyes up along the heavily muscled chest of the baron. The other man was huge, easily twice as wide as Derik’s frail form and half a meter higher. The shoulders were strong and corded just as the legs; he could see it flexing as the baron looked down at him.

Finally, he managed to look completely up at the giant, terrified and frightened as the figure loomed over him.

The baron only had one eye, a single sapphire one that looked down at him, piercing his very heart with an intense, steady stare. The other eye had an eye patch over it, embroidered with the baron’s seal. The face behind it was smooth, like a young mans, but there was a sense of age in his burning gaze. The shock of white hair seemed to blur his face, giving Derik an impression of ancient powers just beneath the kind-looking face.

Derik let out a shuddering breath, his fingers clutching the pillow underneath him. His cracked nails caught on the edge, but he was already trapped and horribly exposed. He wanted to look away, to stare at anything else, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the baron’s eyes.

Time became meaningless as he stared up at the baron. It wasn’t until the baron reached down and brushed the hair from his face that he realized he was holding his breath. The first touch, a caress of skin against skin, sent a bolt of some indescribable sensation connected his sensitive nipples to his cock, igniting an instant inferno deep inside. Derik’s thighs clenched together as baron ran his finger along the length of his chin.

“I don’t remember you.”

The very words rumbled through their bodies and Derik felt pinned by the weight of them. He whimpered softly but the baron’s eye crinkled in the smile.

“Has Teri-cat been telling you horror stories?”

“I-I-”

Derik couldn’t get any other word out. The baron chuckled and brushed the rest of Derik’s hair from his face, hooking it behind his ear. Derik shivered at the touch, the fingertip trailed along the ridge of his ear.

“But, you are a pretty one, aren’t you?”

“Uh...”

The words refused to escape his throat. Derik cringed mentally at the touch of the larger man, but when he brought his finger to trace Derik’s lips, he had to strain to prevent his cock from bursting right then and there. Instead, he parted and moaned as the baron slid one finger in and out for a second, then another endless moment before pulling it out.

The baron’s smile faded minutely as he hooked the crook of his finger under Derik’s chin.

“Poor little blackbird, you look so frightened.”

Pressure built up under his chin and Derik, helpless as he was to everyone else who did the same, felt himself standing slowly as the baron drew him up. His hands clutched at the robe, protecting him as he came to his feet. Sweat dappled his brow as the baron smiled again, stroking the side of his face. Derik felt the electric touch clear down between his legs, the inferno growing with every passing heartbeat.

Reaching his feet, the baron smiled warmly. His hand trailed down from the line of Derik’s jaw, tracing the side of his neck. Derik shivered with the sensations, half-closing his eyes as the large fingers followed his collarbone. Then, two fingers at the opening of his robe. He whimpered, clutching the black silk tightly.

“My goodness, you really are frightened.”

The baron’s voice sounded amazed with just a tiny hint of hurt. His eyes stared into Derik’s gaze as a warm smile stretched across his face.

“I bet you Teri-cat frightened you with stories, didn’t she? I wonder if she needs a proper spanking?”

From his side, somewhere on the other side of his universe, he heard Teri gasp, then let out a sigh of excitement. He trembled as the baron’s finger delved down, parting the jet black robe like a finger parting a labia. He shivered, goose pimples rising up on his skin, and clutched the robe short.

The baron chuckled wryly and let his eyes flash down, breaking the spell that froze Derik’s body. He whimpered, still shivering, and clutched tighter. The baron reached up with his other hand, the large palm pressing against Derik’s trembling check and hooking his fingers into the gap of his robe.

“This is my robe, you know.”

“I-It is?”

Derik’s voice rose in pitch, higher than he thought possible. A heated blush filled his cheeks as he swallowed. His eyes shifted down, to stare at the heavily muscled chest, then the large hands that parted his robe. He felt vulnerable and delicate under the baron’s rough fingers, but the thumbs spread open the robe until his soft, perky breasts were brought to the cool air. Nipples, hard as his glass cutter, quivered in the air and he had to fight back a moan from the sensations.

The baron spread out his fingers, cupping each of Derik’s breasts. Derik gasped at the feeling of his sensitive nipples dragging across his palm; he felt every crevice and seam and it just burned the fires inside him to even higher heights. He squirmed to keep his cock buried between his legs and he could feel the precum soaking the bottom of his panties.

With agonizing detail, he felt the baron catch one pert nipple between his fingers, pinching it. The bolt of pleasure and pain burst inside him and his cock surged for a moment before he bore down with his inner muscles. He gasped, clutching the man’s arm as he leaned into it. Derik closed his eyes tightly as he fought his own body, trying to regain control over the terrible pleasure that burned inside.

“These are very nice, though,” rumbled the baron. His fingers teased the sides of his breasts. To Derik’s horror, one hand slid further down, trailing strong fingertips along his taut belly and toward the junction of his legs. He whimpered, panic rising up again, then shuddered with pleasure as he felt the baron’s fingertips slid under the silk panties, following the smooth line of his shaved sex toward the one thing Derik couldn’t afford to be found.

Unconsciously, as the baron’s finger started down the smooth line of his folded back cock, Derik quickly dropped to his knees. He whimpered as he crashed on the pillows, but the baron’s fingers drew up to stop at Derik’s throat. The baron quirked up one white eyebrow, then smiled.

“Eager, I see.”

His voice rumbled playfully and Derik shook as he stared back up at the giant man. Every centimeter of his skin burned with a flush, no doubt down to the very tip of his cock, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the baron’s piercing gaze.

Spreading his fingers, the baron brought his hand up to the side of Derik’s face, cradling it as he chuckled again.

“Well, my eager blackbird, go on.”

Derik blinked, wondering what he got himself into. The baron reached down with his other hand to stroke along the hard bulge at his crotch. Derik’s eyes followed, then he realized what the baron had in mind. Gulping, he stared at it as the cloth-covered member twitched and swelled even as he watched it.

“Go on,” repeated the baron.

The trembling thief swallowed again and looked up, but the blue eye was even more demanding. Saying nothing, the baron’s presence seemed to glow in Derik’s eyes. There was no way to escape the hand that gently cradled his face.

With shaking hands, he reached up to run his own palms against the massive member. It felt like fabric over steel, pulsating with heat. Breathing heavily and feeling the world spinning, he started to work the line of buttons that kept the baron’s manhood trapped underneath the fabric. Every second that passed, Derik both feared and anticipated what he would find.

His fingers fumbled with the buttons and he winced as he caught a cracked nail on one of the buttons. Finally, he managed to ease the first one out from its hole and worked on the second. Derik got his first sight of the baron’s cock and drank in his smell.

It was warm and powerful, like the rumble of his voice. He didn’t have the words to describe it, so Derick decided that the baron smelled... strong. His fingers worked at the second, then the third button. Finally, he released the fourth member and stared at the gash of fabric and the swollen cock beyond.

“Go on.”

Biting his lip, he delved his hands into the baron’s pants, marveling at the heat that rolled off the hard flesh inside. Delicate fingers wrapped around a thick member and he pulled, easing out the lord’s cock.

When it popped out, Derik froze in surprise and shock. It was thick, thicker than he thought possible. His hands looked like a child’s wrapped around it, the tips of his fingers not even touching. The thick member stretched out from the baron by at least four hand spans. At the tip, a rounded, wedge-shaped head already glistened with precum. Derik gasped, feeling his body burning hotly and his own precum dribbling down his inner thighs.

Only a strangled whimper escaped his lips as he stared at the immense manhood. His ass clenched tightly at the though but his mind focused on the hardness, like silk-covered iron, that rested heavily in his hand. A thick patch of hair, also white, grew from the base.

“Oh... my... lord.”

The baron laughed, the deep rumbling shaking his cock from tip to base.

“It is a pleasure to see that first wide-eyed stare. Go ahead, pull out my balls too.”

Derik glanced up with surprise, then pushed his hands back into the baron’s pants. At the first touch, he thought he found a pair of grapefruits, but the baron’s balls twitched as he ran his fingers along their surface. Long hairs teased his fingertips as he worked out one, then the other, large testicle from his pants.

Seeing the full set, the immense cock and balls, stole Derik’s breath away. He whimpered loudly, his lips parting with shock.

“Th-They’re huge!”

His whisper brought another roaring laugh from the baron. The large hand against the side of his head held him tightly as the baron stroked his cheek with his thumb.

“They are, blackbird, and they are very full. I would very much like to see them pressed against your lips then,” he paused, “somewhere lower.”

Derik trembled and brought his eyes up to the sapphire gaze above him. His stomach tightened painfully as he thought about being speared by such a thick, long member. Even Madre’s wrist wasn’t as big but somehow, he knew that it could be buried to the balls inside his trembling body. He let out a tiny whimper.

A whimper of need.

“Go on.”

Derik needed no other commands as he wrapped his fingers around the baron’s cock, holding it tightly as the thick member bobbed in front of his face. Taking a deep breath, he leaned forward and drank in the powerful smell of the baron. It left his stomach churning from anticipation, but the heat that rolled off it was easily matched by the searing inferno between his own legs.

After the weeks in the harem, he knew what to do, but when staring at the throbbing cock in his hand, he felt trepidation filling him. Closing his eyes, Derik leaned forward and brushed his lips against the side of the baron’s large cock. Warm and soft, silk on steel, he moaned at the taste of it. Still strong, he decided, and to his surprise, he was kissing up and down the shaft. His tongue peeked out to lap at it, moaning as he moved. Derik’s heart pounded in his chest and precum dribbled down both of his inner thighs as he kissed and slurped up and down the shaft.

He reached the base and buried his nose in the soft skin of the baron’s scrotum. His mouth opened against the grapefruit-sized balls and he blushed hotly at the thought of him sucking on another man’s nuts. But, kneeling in front of the baron, he couldn’t and didn’t want to stop. Releasing the heated shaft, he cupped both balls with his hands, working his lips along their hairy surface until they glistened with his saliva.

Pulling back, he realized what he did and the flush blossomed even hotter on his cheeks. Guilty, he looked up past the baron’s hard spear to look into that single piercing blue eyes staring down at him. The baron nodded.

“The tip.”

Derik whimpered and felt shame rising up inside him. Here he was, acting like nothing but a whore. Lips trailing along the silken steel shaft, he held the baron’s balls as he kissed and lapped up the length of the shaft, losing himself in the hardness. He could taste the hot precum on the shaft and lapped at it, tasting it at the back of his tongue. Realizing he was tasting another man’s cum, precum actually, almost set him off again and he clamped hard on his trapped cock to prevent it from soaking his panties.

It took forever to reach the tip and he pulled back again, to look at the glistening tip. Larger than his mouth, the cock head was a thick swollen member drooling with excitement. Clear, slick fluids oozed out of the hole at the tip, soaking the entire head and dripping down the bottom. His heart beat frantically in his chest as he pressed his lips against the tip, like sucking on Teri’s strap-on, and opened his mouth.

Hot.

Searing hot and wet.

His lips stretched around the baron’s cock and he spread his jaw as far as it could as he felt the spongy head pushing into his mouth. The baron’s hand, still cradling his head, tightened on the grip and he felt powerful muscles pushing forward, easing the throbbing hardness into his lips.

Derik gasped, breathing hard through his noise as he tried to pull it further into his mouth. His tongue lapped at the head, tracing the tip along the baron’s hole and on the swollen wrinkles that he could taste. It was hot and warm and strong. He moaned and forced his jaw open even more. His lips stretched out tautly around the cock head and he could imagine something so thick burying into another part of his body.

At that thought, he finally lost control and his cock surged, splattering hot cum into his silk panties. His blush burned brightly as he looked up at the baron, lips stretched around his head. The baron chuckled, not realizing the reason for the blush, and reached down with both hands. Holding Derik’s head firmly, the massive palm dwarfing him, Derik felt the pressure of the cock increasing, forcing slowly into his aching jaw.

Still coming hard between his legs, Derik leaned into the baron, moaning as his lips stretched painfully around the cock head, then with a slurp, the wedge-shaped head slid into his mouth, lodging itself in the tight ring of his lips and teeth. He gasped, still staring at the baron, but the more powerful man just chuckled and rocked back and forth, plunging it in and out in tiny strokes.

“Now,” he breathed in a low, husky voice, “I shouldn’t come in your mouth yet, but seeing your lips stretched like that, makes me want to so badly.”

Derik moaned around his shaft, feeling the baron’s balls clenching and tightening. He stroked them with his hands, feeling how they seemed almost alive in his palm, hot and swollen with seed. He could taste precum flooding into his mouth, a river pouring out of the baron and filling his senses. It was slick and hot and he swallowed at it, drinking from the baron’s cock.

The baron just watched him, breathing heavily as he kept Derik’s head still. His cock pulsated inside the tight ring of the thief’s mouth. Derik whimpered around it, feeling the last of his cum dribbling hotly down in inner thighs. It felt hot, both his shame and his orgasm.

Hands pulled him closer, keeping the hardness in his mouth. Derik rose slightly as the baron brought him closer. He wondered what was happening until he felt the throbbing length of the cock pressing in the valley of his breasts. Without really thinking, Derik released the massive balls and clutched his own breasts, thumbs on his sensitive nipples. His smaller shaft surged again, adding a bit more to his panties. He pushed his mounds together, wrapping them around the baron’s cock. The baron moaned with approval, thrusting up into his mouth.

The baron released his head as Derik rocked his body against the baron, sliding the slicked shaft in the channel of his breasts. The cock head swelled even more, flooding his mouth with a thick torrent of juices that he had to swallow constantly to avoid drowning. He swallowed and stroked.

To his surprise, the baron eased his cock head out of Derik’s mouth. Derik opened with hunger, confusing and tears on his face, but he kept sliding up and down, fucking the baron with his breasts. The baron moaned with pleasure. Derik felt him lean into ht and he stroked harder and faster, soaking his cleavage with the baron’s lubrication.

Breath coming hard and fast, he pumped the baron to an orgasm. He was unprepared when the baron actually came. Instantly, the shaft swelled up to almost double its width and seemed to grow even longer, then there was a hot, searing splash of liquid that plastered Derik’s throat, chin, and face. He caught a bit in his mouth, the same tangy taste as his own, but there was a musk to the flavor that made him realize there was a difference between him and real man.

Rivers of cum oozed down Derik’s face as he stared up with surprise. A second blast never came, just a single one with the volume of a pitcher, splattering his face and soaking his chest instantly. He released his breast and held up a hand, staring at the white cum that oozed down his wrist.

Without thinking, he brought it to his mouth, sucking on his fingers and properly tasting the baron. Hot and tangy, it was an intense flavor of man on it. He cleaned two fingers, then blushed with the realization of what he was doing. Above him, the giant moaned with pleasure.

“I can see why Madre liked you.”

Derik flushed hotly as he stared up again. The baron’s cum oozed down his stomach, soaking his panties and mixing the two men’s cum together. Derik pressed one hand between his legs, holding his throbbing cock in place as he found himself staring at the blue eye of the baron.

“I-I-”

He chuckled.

“You might want to learn how to speak though.”

“S-Sorry, lord.”

He laughed and ran a thumb along Derik’s jaw, ignoring the cum that soaked his face.

“You can speak, blackbird. I was afraid that Teri-cat frightened the words from you too.”

He glanced over and Derik followed the gaze. With a rush, the world just returned to him and he found himself looking at Teri, staring in shock with her mouth agape. One hand stroked hard and fast between her legs as she leaned against the wall, her eyes riveted on Derik. He could see her inner thighs glistening with her juices, dribbling down even as his own cum soaked his.

“I think she likes you.”

Derik blinked and used his other hand to wipe the cum from his face. His eyes slowly scanned around the room, looking at the women who stared at him with surprise, shock, and more than a little lust. The baron chuckled himself.

“I’ve never seen them this speechless.”

His eyes turned back to Derik and he felt the gaze burning on his skin. Looking up, he blushed again as he stared into that single memorizing eye.

“You must be rather special, blackbird.”

Derik couldn’t speak, caught by his gaze. The baron hooked his chin and pulled him up into a standing position. Derik obeyed silently, one hand pressed against his crotch and the other hanging limply. He whimpered softly, his body shivering at the touch. He felt used and soaked. Somehow, he also felt more excited than any other time of his life.

“I’d like to find out.”

“W-What?”

“Take off your clothes, I want to fuck you properly,” he said with a throaty growl.

“I-I... you can’t, you just came!”

He laughed loudly.

“Came? That was foreplay! And this,” he reached down to wrap his meaty fingers around his cum-soaked shaft, “is now lubricated.”

Derik let out a long whimper that turned into an unwitting moan. The baron leaned forward.

“Come on, I want to feel you from the inside.”

His words filled Derik’s ears and he stared in shock. His fingers curled tightly in his crotch, trying to find some way to escape his fate.

“Go on,” commanded the baron.

Fuck, thought Derik. He shrugged off his robe, letting it spill to the ground. Black and covered in seed, it looked like a slash of a muddy pool. Blushing hotly, he stood almost naked in front of the baron who just nodded in approval.

Turning around, he started to push down his panties. Derik’s mind furiously flew in all directions, preparing for the guards and spears but unable to do anything but obey the giant man’s order. His fingers trembled as he looked in the crowds for Madre, but the older woman wasn’t visible.

Despair filling him, he reached into to pull his shaft from between his legs and bending over slightly to push his panties down to his knees.

The baron cleared his throat.

“Madre spanked you?”

Looking over his shoulder, Derik nodded in silence. The baron had a strange look on his face as he reached out, stroking his palm against Derik’s tender and still red ass. The thief could feel the heat still there as the baron stroked it.

“Change of idea, I never could resist fucking a properly reddened ass.”

He nodded toward the nearest pillar. Slipping out of his panties, Derik followed with one hand covering his cock and walked to the pillar. The baron reached out to stroke his hair, pulling it into a long tail of black and gently pushed Derik against the pillar. Derik gasped and planted one hand against the cool stone, leaning forward and exposing his red ass to the baron.

Looking over his shoulder, he could see the cum-slicked shaft bobbing as the baron stood behind him, positioned for only one thing. Derik swallowed, his anus clenching tightly, and his fingers gripping his own shaft tightly.

He watched as the baron stroked a finger down his spine, trailing along the marked tattoo that Hime left on him. Derik arched his back, the electric connection of the baron and him sending more pleasure through his body and bringing his aching cock back to life. He gasped as the baron’s finger ran down the crack of his ass, slipping through cheeks lubricated with Derik’s own cum.

“Already wet, I see.”

The finger dipped lower and Derik clutched his balls tightly, hoping the baron wouldn’t find them. At the last second, the baron just brought his finger back up to press against the tight opening of his anal ring. Derik gasped, looking forward as he felt the intruder sliding in.

“And loose enough for me.”

The baron spoke in a rumble, hungry and lustful. Derik held his breath as he felt the two hands pressing against his hips, holding him still. He could imagine the cock lining up, aiming for his most private of openings, but nothing could prepare him for the feeling of that slick, rounded head pressing against the crack of his ass.

He let out a long, drawn-out moan as the baron nestled the tip of his thick cock into the line of Derik’s ass. He could feel the hot, soaked spear pressing against his asshole, the pressure building up with every passing heartbeat. Shaking his head, he realized there was no escape and shook his head.

“No, no,” he whispered, half to himself, but the baron just held his hips tightly and pushed forward. Derik’s whispers turned into another moan as he was stretched open, the ring resisting with all his might as the cock head eased its way into him.

A hot storm exploded inside of him, his cock swelling in his palm as he felt the baron pushing inside him. His ring parted underneath the thick member, screwing up even as he tried to bear down. Every iota of his focus grew on that feeling of it stretching, stretching, stretching. He felt like a rubber band, taut and vibrating as the baron grunted. His cock pushed harder into Derik’s tiny little ass, forcing it open as the head continued to violate the ring, stretching it open.

Just as he thought he would snap, the ring of his opening reached the crest of the baron’s cock. With a shuddering gasp, he felt the head lodging itself into his ass and his asshole sealing around the flared ridge of his baron’s glans.

“Oh, Bridget...”

The baron chuckled at Derik’s whispered prayer, and he blushed as he realize who’s name he called. But, he couldn’t stop the thick cock from pushing into it, filling him up as the cum-lubricated shaft began a slow, irresitable slide into his rectum.

Derik gasped and sobbed from the intensity of it. He felt his asshole stretching around the throbbing member and his inner sheath tightening around the baron’s member. Hot and hard, it piercing him and he shuddered with the feeling. His cock surged, splattering his palm with juices as he tried to escape it, tried to pull away. But the baron’s hands, tight around his hips, pulling him back, impaling him on the largest cock he had ever known.

His rectum stretched around the thick member as the baron leaned into him, impaling him even further. The thick wedge of the head plunged deeply, filling him more than he could image. Hot tears of pleasure ran down Derik’s cheek as he slid further back on the hot trunk of a cock that filled him up.

Shaking from the power, he let out another shuddering breath as the baron grunted louder, driving his cock into Derik. It slid a hand span in, stuffing him to the brim. Derik could feel the cum soaking his insides as the baron sank into him. Trembling, he stretched out his lower hand to press against his stomach, feeling something deep and hard shifting in his bowels.

When the baron had half of his cock stuffed into Derik’s tight ass, the rouge started to whimper. He whispered to no one, begging and praying.

“Please, no more, no more, no more-”

But every whisper, the baron just drove in deeper, a slow powerful impaling that consumed Derik’s senses. He felt every ridge, every pulse as the baron buried himself.

Then, just as he felt the pressure of his insides stretching to their limit and his breath came in labored pants, the baron bottomed out inside Derik. Derik gasped, struggling from breath as he tried to comprehend the powerful hardness buried inside him. Every movement seemed to be a pleasurable agony, searing with intensity and leaving him yearning for more.

The baron breathed deeply as he held his throbbing shaft inside Derik, his hands holding him in place as Derik squirmed on the pole. He tried to relax, but the cock that impaled him was too thick and too hard. Everything sent a pang of pleasure coursing through his body and he moaned almost deliriously.

“Now, my little blackbird, you might scream.”

That was his only warning as the baron’s hand tightened painfully on his hips and the baron pulled his cock out. Derik let out a low, guttural moan as he felt the immense cock sliding out and leaving an empty void in his bowels. He felt empty and hollow, but it was short-lived as the baron paused for a single heartbeat with only his head in, then slammed forward, driving his slicked shaft deep into Derik.

This time, Derik let out a scream of pleasure. His body spasmed, assaulted by the feeling of the pole penetrating him, but he was helpless as the baron drew out and slammed it back in, slapping his hips against Derik’s tanned ass.

Hard and powerful, the baron pumped into Derik, opening him up further than any toy every had and driving the immense cock down the tightly stretched sheath of his intestines. Derik’s head swamp with the feelings, the rapid power of the baron and the complete control he had over Derik’s body. He was helpless and ravaged, beating into submission by the hard shaft that drove in and out, slapping with hard blows against his tender ass.

Derik gasped and whimpered, crying as the baron slid out of him and gasping when he was filled once again. His body shook with every blow and he clung to the pillar with his cracked fingernails. Tears ran down his cheeks, but he didn’t know if it was from the pain, the pleasure, or the humiliation. It didn’t matter any more as he drove back, pushing against every thrust as he tried to take in more of the immense shaft that dominated him.

Then, between the powerful thrusts that left him breathless, he felt the baron’s hand sliding around his hips, working toward his crotch. Desperate, he released his cock, his hand dripping with his cum and slapped it against the baron’s hand, pinning it in place. The baron just held on tighter, increasing his speed that he drove into Derik.

Derik’s body was on fire. Every single centimeter of his skin felt alive and burning. His cock, nipples, and ass seemed to be connected by a single flaring line of ecstasy. As the baron drove forward, he could feel it in the breasts that Hime gave him. Every time he felt the base of that immense shaft nestling into the crack of his ass, his cock would squeeze out more cum to dribble down his length. He wanted to scream out, to thrash around, but he was tautly stretched in an orgasm that would never end.

The baron’s other hand slid around his hips, moving with every thrust. He could imagine the baron sliding his fingers into a pussy he didn’t have and finding a orgasming cock instead. He whimpered, his eyes tightly closed as he counted the millimeters of the fingers as it reached for his manhood. The baron, unaware of his terror, continued to drive forward, plunging in and out until Derik could feel the slurping of precum as it violated his insides.

Two centimeters.

A powerful thrust forced Derik to step forward, one leg bracing against the ground. It curved his ass more so the second one drove in even deeper, finding some new place to pounding pleasure into his body. He came hard, splattering the wall with his orgasm.

One centimeter.

He was almost caught and he couldn’t stop coming. Hot and flushed, his fingernails dug into the baron’s other hand, holding him tightly as he screamed out from the pleasure that had beaten him into submission. He strained for one more orgasm before he was finally caught.

The baron’s fingers plunged between his legs and Derik had the most powerful orgasm of his life. It grabbed him up by the senses and shook him violently, his entire vision and hearing turning into a field of white static as he spasmed tighter and harder than he ever thought possible. As it slammed into him, he couldn’t even feel his body and wailed out at that single moment of loss.

He came too after only a few seconds, but to his surprise, the baron’s cock continued to pound into him, fucking him hard and fast as the thick member swelled inside him. He gasped, confused and dazed, as the baron reached up to grab his hair. His back arched as the baron began to pound even harder, thrusting his cock so hard into Derik that the thief thought his hips would break. With every stroke, he felt a pressure on his cock and realized it was someone’s mouth. Someone swallowed him whole, protecting him from the barons’ fingers. He released the baron’s hand and clutched down, running his fingers through Sherrel’s hair as the baron redoubled his speed.

Wet and slurping, his entire world focused on that immense shaft pistoning into him with endless strength and power. He wanted it deeper, wanted to feel it tearing him open as his orgasm continued to pump his seed into Sherrel’s mouth. Clutching her hair tightly and pulled back by the hand that held his hair, he orgasmed again and again.

He reached his very limit and went beyond it, a crack forming in his mind as he went numb from overloaded ecstasy. In that single change, the baron came inside him.

A single hard burst that felt like a liter of cum flooding his insides, he felt his organs swell and the baron driving hard into him, holding the vibrating, silken steel shaft deep inside his body as his insides cramped with agonizing pleasure.

Panting heavily, the baron pulled Derik back away from the wall, grinding the shaft deep inside the smaller man’s rectum. His breath was hot and sweaty, but happy, as he rumbled into Derik’s ear.

“Welcome to the harem, blackbird.”

Derik spasmed again, then moaned pitifully as the baron withdrew. The cock slid out, leaving him with a feeling of remorse and emptiness. Behind it came a sloshing of cum pouring down his legs, but Derik didn’t have the strength to stand anymore. He slowly collapsed forward, bending over Sherrel who guided him to the ground.

He didn’t care if anyone knew if he was male.

He didn’t care if the guards would come.

Derik was dominated by the baron’s cock.

Above him, in a world spinning away, he heard the baron turning away.

“Who’s next?”

Derik let out a soft sob, trying to release the senses that vibrated beyond his ability comprehend them. He felt cum pouring out of his gaping ass and clutched Sherrel tightly. She cooed to him, stroking his hair.

“Now, my dear Dora, you are truly the baron’s woman.”