Story by Custos
(Original posting 30 May 2024 on https://inkbunny.net/Custos)

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This story contains material for adults only, do not read if you’re a minor.
The material presented is fictional and for adult fantasy only.
The author does not condone any of the depicted illegal activity in real life.

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Anonymous Commission: Murderous Libido

It has been a while since the Widower’s Wail sunk to the bottom of the ocean during the mutiny against captain Sin. A collision of a risen ship wreck, spurred on by the Drowned God, into the pirate vessel had caused several barrels of gunpowder to explode right where the panther tabaxi had stood. Initially, the crew leading the insurrection had cheered, but like a monster in a nightmare, the badly burned feline had emerged from the debris as if simply refusing to die. Refusing to be defeated. The entire left side of his body had been badly burned, and the once so beautiful but cold arctic blue eye had turned a bloodshot milky white. Rather than surrender to his traitorous former crew, the pirate captain opted instead to be swallowed by the depths of the boiling sea during the raging storm. And that was the last of him.

Or so, everyone presumed. Some more than others. The HMS Scourge Oceana, the ship borne from the Drowned God’s will from the wreck of the Widower’s Wail combined with several other sunken ships, had risen from the inky black depths and brought up along with it numerous supplies and hidden treasures. Whenever its crew would venture its hold, things would have moved around and rooms seemed to be in flux to accommodate measures unknown. Some of the crew would emerge to the main deck thirsty and hungry and sleep-deprived, claiming to have been lost for days or weeks in the bowels of the ship, endlessly wandering its eldritch horrors. They were quickly subdued and treated for the hallucinations they were clearly suffering by the ship’s medic. However, an ominous dread had settled among the pirate crew and few dared to venture down alone anymore. A myth had been born.

On this night, Lunar, a youthful and playful firbolg, member of the trusted advisory circle of the new captain, is peacefully sleeping in his quarters aboard the HMS Scourge Oceana.

The firbolg and his friends had been next to be ‘evaluated’ by the cruel captain Sin back before the mutiny. After they had been captured on a civilian vessel they had been presented with the choice to either join the crew and carry their mark, or to be sold as slaves. They and Lunar had opted the former, which meant they’d have to spend a night with the captain to be evaluated in their usefulness after a few weeks of training. Meaning, they’d be the dark-furred tabaxi’s sexual play things for a whole night. Luckily, that never came to pass. Or unlucky, as Lunar sometimes dreams of what that night could have been like.

Sure, captain Sin was a bastard. A cruel man whom had ruled his crew with fear and an iron fist. He would inflict pain for entertainment’s sake. And yet, the very soft and sweet firbolg boy of just over twenty years old can’t help but wonder what it would have been like. To be dominated by this feline man, the epitome of masculinity, of raw power. Cruelty incarnate. To be utterly destroyed by such a selfish loathsome creature.

Lunar’s short fur is a light blueish green, with darker spots along his shoulders and back. His cute long ears are a little floppy and have two tear-shaped gemstones dangling from pierced holes at the ends on either side. His amber eyes could charm the pants off any of the other crew members, not that the very nudist and exhibitionist pirates wore much clothing to begin with, and he has painted blue tribal marks on both jawlines. A scar crossing through his left eyebrow underneath the mop of curly brown hair and barely missing his eye completes the picture. The young man is sleeping nude underneath his covers and has a slight patch of brown hair sticking out on his chest and arms, the tuft at the end of his long tail as brown as his hair as well.

The long tail is curling back and forth from underneath the sheets, the air warm from the tropical climate as a soft sea breeze wafts in through the open window. Lunar’s fundoshi, a magical garment with the same storage capacity as a Bag of Holding, lies discarded on the floor.

Recently, the firbolg found out that a mysterious creature had taken up residence in his underpants, called ‘The Bag Man’. A very tall and slender muscular male troll of sorts, with a very long thick dick to boot, with a face hidden behind a mop of long wispy hair. Rather than banish the intruder from his groin pouch, Lunar had found that the both of them could come to a mutually beneficial agreement. The creature seemed to subsist on a diet of semen, and Lunar was all too eager to provide. Theirs is the start of a beautiful friendship, as the firbolg would walk around all day with a blissful expression, to the mystery of most people around him. In reality, he would be getting sucked and fucked where he stands without anyone realising, as the Bag Man within the extra-dimensional space of the fundoshi would sate himself on Lunar’s groin, both front and back. Only Lunar’s moans and blissful expressions would reveal what was really going on, the firbolg sometimes needing to sit down or brace himself from being wrecked by pleasure unseen.

Just as the Bag Man was considering crawling out of the fundoshi on the floor and bestowing beautiful wet dreams upon Lunar, the eldritch troll-like creature quickly withdraws when the door to the officer’s cabin opens and closes. A dark silhouette stands in the blackness of the room, far away from the scalding light of the moon washing over the still peacefully beautiful firbolg youth on the bed. The only indication as to the intruder’s identity would be the reflection of the moonlight in its one good eye, the eyeshine cold and threatening as the figure slowly approaches the sleeping firbolg menacingly.

Stepping out into the cold light is first the dark-furred digitigrade paw of a panther tabaxi, quickly followed by the rest of Sin’s mutilated body. His left side is scorched and burned, a chunk missing from his ear as his perfectly milky white iris stares down upon Lunar without seeing him. The eye is missing its eye-lid, doomed to forever cast an unwavering gaze, whilst the right eye is still a beautiful arctic blue. Its pupil narrows to a near-invisible feline slit, anger and murderous intent oozing from it as a wide grin is plastered perversely upon Sin’s lips as he whispers:”Hey there, little guy! Remember me?”

Lunar stirs in his sleep, his vision blurry as he woozily rubs his eyes. He tries to focus when suddenly he becomes aware of the intruder looming over his bed like a murderer in the night, the terrifying stare of the mutilated panther tabaxi male boring deeply within the young man’s core. The firbolg can’t move, petrified as his panicked mind is trying to discern dream from reality. Sin can’t really be towering over him, can he? Sin is dead!

Unfortunately for Lunar, an all-too-real claw darts down and grabs the firbolg by the throat, pushing the gasping male deep into his pillows as the tabaxi’s eerie grin never wavers for a second. Lunar is clawing at the strong muscular arm, the furless and burned hand of Sin squeezing his throat shut as he tries to call for help, the firbolg thrashing around in his bed as the tabaxi is choking the life from him.
- “Ah. How I’ve looked forwards to this moment, sweet little Lunar! I had to subsist on fucking rats and moss for weeks! Biding my time, mending my wounds! But tonight… well, tonight I’m gonna fucking murder you all! One by one. Starting with you!”

Lunar starts getting lightheaded as he thrashes ever more violently in his bed, Sin adding his other hand to choke the firbolg, his grin from ear to ear never wavering even when kicked straight in the face. The firbolg’s eyes are tearing up at the lack of air, his lips forming words but nearly unable to utter any sounds as the life is literally choked out of him:”P-please. P-Sin. Stop.”
Lunar’s foot kicks against his bookshelf at the foot-end of the bed, the piece of furniture falling over and right on top of the magical fundoshi, stopping the Bag Man from emerging like he was doing in a bid to save his friend. The bookshelf is shaking a little as the eldritch being continues to try to escape to come to Lunar’s aid, for now without result.

Sin is biting his lip as his mismatched eyes bore deeply into Lunar’s soul, the firbolg’s movements already slowing down and spasming as his eyes roll back into his skull. The world is getting hazy when suddenly the tabaxi withdraws his strong hands from the life cleric’s throat. Nearly paralysed, on the brink of consciousness, Lunar has to use a lot of effort to focus his eyes back onto his assailant. Sin is still towering over him, naked as the day he was born and with a raging erection from nearly murdering Lunar. His pink cock is of a humanoid shape emerging from a fat sheath with a heavy set of balls underneath, with a few barbs running along the shaft. Strands of precum are oozing up from the meatus as it throbs in dark delight:”Ah. That felt good. But what good is a toy if they can’t feel the pain I inflict upon them? No, no, dear sweet Lunar. You’re not going to die yet. But you’ll wish you had! Oh, how you wish you’d have.”

The firbolg is roughly tied up, rope binding his hands together as well as hit feet, and his mouth is gagged by a thick knot substituting for a ball gag. The feline man’s claws drag gashes into Lunar’s skin as he manhandles him, some deeper than others, the scent of blood permeating the air as Sin’s cock is as hard as steel. Despite his predicament, Lunar’s eyes are innately drawn to that magnificent rod on the tabaxi, his mouth salivating around the rope knot gagging him as he too grows very erect into the mattress. His conscience chastises him, his inner voice laying some harsh truth onto the firbolg about how fucked up this is, and in just how much danger he is. He’s seen the punishments Sin doled out during his reign as captain when he didn’t want to kill the perpetrator. What chance does Lunar have now?!

The mattress creaks as the tabaxi’s heavy weight crawls onto the bed, Sin straddling Lunar’s legs as his fat cock rests in between the plump buns of the firbolg’s ass cheeks, ready to strike like a viper laying in wait. Lunar grunts around his gag as the heavy weight of the muscular feline man then leans onto his chest, sharp claws grabbing the firbolg’s cheeks and digging into them as those crazed eyes of the maniac slide into his peripheral vision. Like a mask of a mad man frozen at his peak of insanity, the pointy teeth are clenching in a painfully wide grimace, the blue and blind milky white eye squarely focused upon Lunar and filling him with fear, tears welling up in his eyes. Yes, he had been guilty of fantasising about this moment. But it had been just that; a harmless fantasy. Now, he’s literally faced with death as this crazy maniac could end him at any moment, and inflict so much more suffering if he so wanted to.
- “This is a good look on you, dear sweet Lunar. At my mercy between my legs. Underneath my claws and teeth. You and your friends took my eye. My beauty. My charm. What say I do the same to you?”

A single claw traces from the firbolg’s cheek all the way up to the corner of his left eye and drawing a bloody gash between, causing Lunar to nearly thrash around again in a bid to escape. However, doing so would actually cause the pointy tip to hit his eye, thus the firbolg tries to control himself and his breathing, trying to stretch for time. In the hopes of rescue, if only someone could hear what’s going on inside his room. Sin grins darkly, tapping the very pointy edge of his claw into the corner of Lunar’s eye as the scent of blood fills the life cleric’s nostrils:”Aw, what’s that? Nervous? No need. In the flash of an EYE, it’ll be over!”

Suddenly, Lunar gains an idea. He closes his eyes in the hope this will work, as he pushes up his ass against Sin’s leaking cock, the tabaxi’s member having caused a sticky pool of precum to form at the root of Lunar’s tail as it has trickled down into his puckering ass hole. Sin’s intact eye widens at the very clear invitation, the firbolg continuing to grind his plump bubble butt against the feline man’s throbbing dick as Sin’s gaze wanders off into a million mile stare. A chuckle escapes the tabaxi’s lips, growing in volume as it quickly devolves into an unceasing mad cackle. Lunar’s frightened eyes set upon the door behind the fallen book case, listening intently for approaching foot steps. And his heart sinks when he hears none.

Sin grinds the blunt mushroom head of his leaking length brusquely into the base of Lunar’s tail, the frightened firbolg’s winking anus swallowing copious amounts of the tabaxi’s precum:”Oh? What’s this? Does sweet little Lunar want to be murder fucked? Or is he simply trying to bide for time? Hah! It doesn’t matter. No one can save you now. Not a one!”

The tabaxi lines up his large and thick cock, wedging the blunt mushroom head between Lunar’s ass cheeks before mercilessly slamming downwards into his bound victim’s body. Lunar’s vision becomes spotty and blurred, a jolt of intense pain running up from his tail hole along his spine and electrifying his brain. Despite the lubrication of the copious amounts of precum leaked by Sin’s dick, the brutal thrust had battered through the firbolg’s anal gates like a siege weapon. A long pitiful cry escapes Lunar’s throat, which becomes a whine through the rope knot gage filling his mouth. Since the young firbolg can’t close his mouth, the pillows and bedsheets underneath him as well as his throat and chest have become soaked with saliva. Mixed with blood from the superficial gashes inflicted by Sin’s claws.

The feline male sighs contentedly as he closes his one good eye in bliss, his cock pulsing aggressively as it is seated deeply within Lunar, buried to the root:”Ah. Now there’s a feeling I’ve missed. A nice little cock sleeve to warm my dick. May as well enjoy it whilst it’s still warm, eh? Sweet little Lunar?”
The fat dick is withdrawn and plunged back down into the firbolg’s perky ass, Lunar crying out around the gag once more as the pain radiates through his body once more, paralysing him. And yet, despite it all, the firbolg’s cock is hard. Extremely hard. It is pushing into the mattress underneath him as Sin leans all his weight upon the firbolg, throbbing between Lunar and the bedsheets as it too soaks the fabric with his own precum. Whilst the thrusts of his rapist may be painful, Lunar can’t help but experience the pleasure of it all too, as his prostate is battered mercilessly. Without regard, more as a byproduct of Sin only caring for his own pleasure. But present nevertheless.

- “I’m going to destroy your pussy, dear sweet Lunar. I’m going to seed you full with a litter of useless brats before offing you. I’m going to send you down to hell along with my spawn in your belly!”

Lunar is fully aware of how fucked up it is, but right now his only response is a bodily one, with his cock growing even firmer and ejaculating a big dollop of precum between himself and his bedsheets. Maybe his mind is in survival mode, causing whatever is happening to him to become pleasurable rather than traumatic. Or maybe he’s just as fucked up as he thinks he is, and if he survives the ordeal he has some reflecting to do.

Sin’s thrusts are harsh and deep, his claws digging deep into the firbolg’s arms and sides as he changes position occasionally. The tabaxi’s balls slap wetly and harshly against Lunar’s buttocks, the madman cackling under his breath as he enjoys the first ass he’d been able to fuck in weeks. The slick rippling tunnel of Lunar’s anal passage massage the intruder eagerly, the firbolg’s natural instincts as a bottom kicking in to coax forth as much pleasure and seed from his tops as possible. The dark pucker clenches tightly with each drawing back of Sin’s dick, only to be violated once more when the inevitable plunge inwards causes the blunt head to bash into Lunar’s insides.

The tabaxi is hissing in pleasure, clearly having missed slipping his dick in something wet and warm as he leans down on top of Lunar, biting hard into the grunting firbolg’s ear and whispering to him:”That’s some grade A ass, dear sweet Lunar. Such a shame I never got to it before. And such a shame this will be my first and last time enjoying it. Oh, well. Maybe I’ll have you stuffed after I off you. Keep fucking you that way.”

Just as the tabaxi has flipped around the firbolg and is fucking down into him in a mating press position, Lunar’s wet eyes can faintly see something move in the shadows of his room. He doesn’t have time to focus on who or what it is, though, as Sin’s hands find the firbolg’s throat once again. The flesh of the burned skin is oddly radiating with heat, much more than the unharmed hand’s paw pads. Tears spring back into Lunar’s eyes as the former captain’s face becomes blurry once more, the white teeth of his clenched grin and those eyes filled with madness the only spots that still stick out.
- “Nearly there, you fucking worthless traitor! I’m gonna squeeze the life out of you and make you spasm around my cock! Your death rattles will make me fucking cum! Ready?! Here we go!”

The tabaxi pushes down the thrashing firbolg’s throat into the mattress and squeezes his claws extra hard with every number as he counts down from five. The scent of blood fills Lunar’s nostrils once more as he feels the warm liquid drawn from his neck, Sin’s claws digging deeply and mercilessly into his flesh. The world is becoming spotty again, a bitter tingle taking hold of the firbolg’s nose as a lightheadedness overcomes him. The last he’s aware of, is the heat of the tabaxi male’s cum spurting forth within himself, filling him up entirely followed by a heavy weight slumping down on top of his chest.

Lunar is floating in the darkness between consciousness and unconsciousness, aware of that warm presence of the god he champions as a life cleric. The god of death, whom knows the value of life more than any mortal ever could, for he knows how brief and precious this fleeting gift is. Yet, he is not there. The firbolg is drawn back down into his body as he suddenly jolts and gasps for air.

The firbolg is immediately lifted up from the bed and into the strong arms of his friend, the Bag Man. The mysterious troll-like creature hugs Lunar to his strong muscular form, his grey fur streaked with dried up blood. Lunar isn’t sure whom’s it is, a tinge of worry washing over him as he meekly tries to find his friend’s wounds. There are none to be found, however. The blood is not his.

Lunar looks down next to the bed they’re sitting on, observing Sin lying face-up on the carpet, knocked out cold. His fat dick hasn’t deflated completely yet and there’s a puddle of the tabaxi male’s semen puddling into his belly button. The lidless milky white eye is staring off into the abyss without seeing whilst the other eye is closed. It seems the Bag Man could escape from underneath the book case just in time to stop Sin from murdering Lunar. And despite this, in his infinite empathy and good nature, Lunar can’t help but feel sorry for Sin. Truly, no other creature is worthy of more pity than a man fallen as deeply as he has. A man whom refuses to die simply for hatred’s sake.

The mute Bag Man towers over Lunar and gently brushes the firbolg’s cheek, his eldritch white eyes staring at Lunar from underneath his dirty mop of hair as he communicates telepathically through emotions and visions instead. He shows Lunar that he knocked Sin out cold and has spent the past few minutes resuscitating the firbolg. As if looking through his friend’s eyes, Lunar can see his own injuries and he is startled. Mostly cuts, gashes, and bruises, but still. Sin has done a number on him. The crew is going to string up the tabaxi for sure.

Though, there is no trace of demand or even desire for a reward in the Bag Man’s communications, Lunar grabs his friend tightly in a hug. Having floated on the brink of death so closely yet again, he’s brimming with gratitude to still be alive. And he intends to celebrate it abundantly.

Sin is bound and left for the pile of misery he is on the officer cabin’s floor, the injured Lunar laying the Bag Man on top of his bed and straddling the heroic male as he presses his lips to his friend’s underneath the long mop of hair separating them. The firbolg’s hands wander over the muscles underneath the short coarse grey fur, and over the incredibly long length of that thick fat cock that makes Lunar grow erect each time he simply thinks of it. The green firbolg lowers himself down as he grinds his own erection over the Bag Man’s body, grasping the stiffening pole as it wobbles into an upright position, dragging his tongue over the entire length as he hungrily assaults his friend’s cock as if it were the last one in the realm.

Drawing back the Bag Man’s foreskin, the deep dark grey juicy cock head is revealed, filling the cabin with his masculine musk. Lunar doesn’t hesitate for a moment as he opens his jaws wide and swallows that fat blunt mushroom head deeply within his throat, humming contentedly as the flavour of the life-giving precum hit his taste buds. Like a man dying of thirst in the desert, the firbolg hugs the Bag Man’s long thick cock against his stomach and chest, suckling on the very tip of it and swallowing all that delicious manly juice. The mysterious creature is panting, his chest heaving with lust as he bucks his hips upwards into Lunar’s mouth, urging him to take ever more inches of the impossible shaft’s girth down his gullet.

After just a few minutes of sucking, Lunar pops off his mouth and crawls back up like the little power bottom he is in this very moment, pushing the Bag Man’s cock up firmly between his plump bubble buttocks and basically grinding himself onto it like a cat in heat:”Ah, please, my friend. I need your cock. I need your friendship tonight. After…”
Lunar needn’t say another word, as the Bag Man grabs the firbolg’s hips and raises him up to line up his bulbous cock head with the life cleric’s hole. A needful hiss escapes the beautiful injured boy’s lips as his ass slowly but certainly swallows up the thick head of his friend’s dick. Whilst overall slender, the Bag Man’s cock is as long and thick as Lunar’s forearm, and whilst the firbolg has been taking plenty of its length up his ass for weeks now even unseen in public through his Fundoshi of Holding, the thickness keeps pleasantly surprising him time and time again.

Both friends’ bodies ripple with effort and sweat, as they both dance rhythmically along the beat of their combined lust. Lunar revels in the painful pleasure as finally the Bag Man’s cock seats itself firmly and completely up his ass, making him feel so full as he’s sure his organs are being rearranged. Yet, it feels so good.

Hot semen spurt from the firbolg’s cock all over the Bag Man’s abs, the mysterious creature himself throwing back his head as he silently unloads in Lunar’s tightly squeezing ass. Heat and male musk waft from the two as their bodies convulse in pleasure, celebrating Lunar’s survival. Expressing their gratitude and friendship for each other. Proving Sin his skewed ways could never be as pleasurable as theirs.

Speaking of Sin, the binds lie empty on the floor and the door is slightly ajar, revealing that the murderous tabaxi has escaped. Lunar falls into the Bag Man’s arms, sweating profusely as he looks down at the abandoned ropes and sighs:”I guess we should clean up. And I should warn the crew. Tonight’s gonna be a long night.”