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"writing": "[b][u][center]Cyber-Training the Punk Away\nPart 4\nFor Damiekinz\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nThere was no table. \n\nThere was no machine. \n\nThere was no visor. \n\n“Hee hee hee! Get him, girls, get him!”\n\nThere was only the cackle, and those that roared with it. Ewan panted as he ran through the forest, pursued by the mad laughter of the hyena witches. \n\n“He’s not far now, girls. Get him and pin him. That tongue’s got work to do…”\n\nThe badger kept his head down, running as fast as he could as he tried to hold onto the old memory. There was something…something about this world, something that he had told himself to never forget. What was it? What was it?\n\nThump, thump, thump. His heart raced in his ears and his feet beat the ground hard as he tried to keep his meager lead, jumping over one root after another. The rush of something – something clattering, something numerical – filled his ears, but he had long since forgotten what that meant. The world did something to him, draining his head, making it impossible to think clearly as he ran through it. \n\nSomething, something, what was the – \n\n“Ulk!”\n\nHe finally missed a jump, his foot catching on one of the roots and sending him flying to the ground. Ewan hit the ground with a loud thump, scattering dust all around him as he wheezed for breath. \n\n[i]Get up. Get up![/i]\n\nEven as he struggled to get his hands under him, he could barely move. It was like he’d been stunned or something, losing all sense of balance. He groaned, wobbling up to all fours – \n\n“There he is!”\n\nHe whipped his head to the source of the words. A hyena floated off the ground, riding her broom, and she giggled as she pointed down at him. Her pointy hat – the only garment she wore – tilted back with her head as she twiddled her fingers. The earth moved beneath him, and Ewan groaned as he was seized by the wrists and ankles, pinned in place. \n\n“Come on, girls, I’ve got him. I’ve got him.”\n\nMore and more of the coven showed up, three, six, until they reached a full dozen hyenas. They floated around him, circling on their flying brooms as they came closer and closer. Chuckling and giggling and cackling, they dragged their toes along his back, his sides, his ass as they flitted about him. \n\n“Mmmm, a handsome young man.”\n\n“Heh, and with quite the set of lungs on him, running so long.”\n\n“He’ll be able to hold his breath just fine under us.”\n\n“Come on. Flip him over.”\n\nThe roots moved under him, dragging his arms and legs around until he’d been flipped onto his back. One of the hyenas, thicker hipped and more matriarchal than the others, hopped down from her broom. She set her hands on her hips as she swayed over to him, her head tilted back and her lips twisted up in a smirk. \n\n“Oh, you’re going to be a fun one…”\n\n“Nnngh…let me…let me go…I don’t…I don’t belong –”\n\n“Put that tongue to better use, boy.”\n\nThe hyena matriarch, spotted and fine and curvy, straddled his face. Her feet dug into the ground as if she was setting herself in place, and then, she squatted down. That thick, muscular rump, only slightly jigglier than his own, came down hard on his face, swallowing his cheeks between them and driving his muzzle further forward, pressing him toward her pussy. \n\nShe was already wet. She was already very, very wet, her juices running down his muzzle and into his mouth without warning. He sputtered, trying to swallow or spit it out, but the hyena pressed his face firmly between her legs. \n\n“Ah ah, boy. Show me that you can learn. Play with it. Lick it. Gimme some pleasure, boy…”\n\nEwan had no choice. The roots were twisting, writhing over him, holding him in place and keeping him from doing anything else. He huffed as she rubbed his head, rubbing her juices against him. The scent…\n\nThe scent pushed a heat into his cock, forcing it hard, forcing him to whimper and moan in more pleasure. The badger slowly pushed his tongue out –\n\n“In me, boy. Shove it in me.”\n\nHe did as he was told. The first lick slammed him with more of that heat, and he whimper-moaned as he felt his cock jump in response, throbbing against his belly and begging for attention. \n\nIt wasn’t going to get that attention. \n\nInstead, the other hyenas circled him, some of them teasing him with their words, others stepping on him, grinding his cock against his belly or pushing it down between his legs. They, however, were secondary to the matriarch pinning his head to the ground and grinding her pussy against his lips over, and over, and over again, each time making him all the more aware of the sheer power over their scent, their need, their want. \n\nGrind. \n\nSlide. \n\nPress. \n\nThe pressure was the worst, as it felt like his muzzle might almost become a dildo for her, almost sliding in more than once. Her firm hand on the back of his head kept him from wriggling against the ground, making him learn to lick, to tease, to thrust his tongue inside of her over and over again. His cheeks burned as his cock throbbed all the harder, and it got worse and worse until – \n\n“Mmmmph, that’s a good…good boy…”\n\nThere was no sudden bark or whimper or roar from the matriarch. She was stronger than that, more in-control than the others. She just came, a little squirt down his throat before she stood up, her thighs thick and sweat-soaked, her cheeks jiggling. As she chuckled and stepped aside, another witch spread her legs, straddling him and sitting on him before he could catch a breath of cleaner air. \n\n“Mmmph!”\n\n“Get to work, boy. Get to work…”\n\nHe stuck his tongue out in a desperate sense of self-preservation, dragging his tongue along her pussy lips, sliding it in – \n\nPing, ping, ping. \n\nHe’d been hearing that ping sound, too, hearing it all over the place. Something was…something was happening, and he didn’t understand what it was. All he knew was that it was something important, something that he should have remembered, something he shouldn’t have forgotten. And it kept going off as he kept licking, accompanied by some…some strange shape in the corner of his eye, something that was never there long enough to look at properly. \n\nOne witch after another sat on him. One witch after another came, marking him with her juices and her scent. He was never given more than half a moment to collect himself after they finished before the next was upon him, grinding down on his muzzle and his tongue, ensuring that he was always, always busy. \n\nThey teased him, tormented him. They whispered their thoughts of caging his cock, of ensuring that it was always pent-up and needy. They talked of spells that would warp him, making his ass bigger and more rounded, more padded. They fantasized about wrapping him in the roots of a tree, their own personal plaything at the coven that could never leave, whose face and tongue would always be ready for their pussies and their asses, ready to please them however they liked. \n\nAnd as he fell deeper, and deeper, and deeper still, Ewan started to want what they wanted. He started to crave it…and then, he started to need it. \n\nJust as the last witch came, just as the last squirt of their pleasure landed over his chest…the world went dark. \n\n[b]Game Over.[/b]\n\n#\n\nFlash. Ewan gasped as the real world reasserted itself. A faint vision of a fleshlight was pulled from his lips, and his jaws ached as he felt the sheer discomfort of having eaten out something for…for…\n\n[i]I was in the game again…the game…[/i]\n\nThe game world had stretched on for night after night. He remembered campfires. He remembered moving. He remembered [i]days[/i] passing. But here in the real world – \n\n“Mmm, yes, she’s been good. I’ll buy her.”\n\nElla. That was the guy who’d been grunting while fucking Ella the last time that Ewan had come out of the game. They were just now wrapping up? Days, literal days, maybe even a full week in the game, had been an hour, if that. A shiver ran down his spine as he realized some of the sheer strength of the time dilation that he faced, and just what it meant for him. \n\nSomeone stood at his side, some worker. He didn’t know what was going on, didn’t have the presence of mind to try talking. But he could still hear. \n\n“Hmmm, decent enough interest in pussy, but not enough reaction, really. All down to the chemical stuff.”\n\n“Think he’s got a preference for dick?” some other worker asked. \n\n“He’s a badger; even the straight ones get off on pegging more than they do on fucking anyone.”\n\n“Heh, heard that there’s never a satisfied girl around those sorts. They get sick of putting on the strap all the time.”\n\n“Well, let’s see if this one’s got some truth in it. We’ll go with the Fire Caves, this time.”\n\n“Fucking hot.”\n\nEwan groaned, trying to tell himself to remember it this time. Remember that this was a game, remember that they were training him in the real world. Remember – \n\n[b]Selection Confirmed.[/b]\n\nFlash. \n\n#\n\nHe was running again. \n\nEwan tried to remember how he could be running again, knowing that there was something off about that thought. He’d been running ever since he could remember. Run and hide, that was the life of anyone that lived in the Fire Caves. They couldn’t stop running, and even hiding was a risk. \n\nWhy would he ever not be running?\n\nWhy would he almost remember that he shouldn’t be?\n\nThe badger shook his head, forcing his legs to keep moving. The heat of the caves around him only soared higher, reminding him of the threat that was right behind him. They were coming, swarming through the side caverns, following the sound of his footsteps, their prey, their food to take down to the depths and – \n\nNo, no thinking about that. Had to run. Had to flee. \n\nAs his legs pumped, he heard soft ping-sounds in the back of his mind. He didn’t know what they were; he’d stopped listening to them long ago. They were just background, one more sound of the caves – \n\n“FOOD! FOOD!”\n\nThey’d found him. \n\nEwan looked over his shoulder at the red-skinned imps, six of them, but the swarm would come. It would be right behind them. \n\nHe looked around for some narrow tunnel that he could lose them in, but there were none. There was just the wider main tunnel or the side tunnel he was already in. \n\nHis hesitation proved his doom. The six imps flew for him, grabbing him by his arms and legs and pulling him back to the main tunnel. They threw him face down, their smaller hands grabbing his arms and legs and pulling him about, twisting him to all fours with his head to the ground. One of them stood on him, keeping him pinned in place with a foot on the back of his head and the other on the base of his tail. \n\n“Hehehe, food-food try to escape. No escaping imps.”\n\n“Big balls.”\n\n“Bigger butt!”\n\n“Touch butt, finger!”\n\nThe imps weren’t much for speech, but they were direct. As four of the six pinned him in place, two more pulled his cheeks apart. He bit his lips, holding back the soft huff that he wanted to let out as they stroked their fingers around his anus, their mouths so close to his hole. \n\n“Nnngh…leave…leave me alone,” he tried to whimper, only for his cock to throb as they kept touching him back there. \n\nPing. Ping. Ping. \n\n“Hehehe, badger already got pillow-butt.”\n\n“Get softer with more fucking!”\n\n“Heh, big-drippy, too.”\n\n“Drip more for food.”\n\n“Fuck it out.”\n\n“Fuck it out!”\n\nEwan tried to find the words to beg for his life. Rumors said that there was some legendary spell that would make the imps back off if it was muttered before they claimed their prey. He didn’t know it, but he had to do something – \n\n“Ah!”\n\nToo late. One of the imps had a finger in him, and it was going deep, rubbing right against his prostate – \n\nPing-ping-ping. \n\nHe felt so sensitive, his mouth hanging open as the little fuck-demon pressed its finger right on his prostate, rubbing it, teasing it, milking it insistently. His hips twitched without a word from him, thrusting down, then back, down, then back, his cock flicking about as the imp kept rubbing and tapping his prostate like it was some magic item. Rub, rub, rub, thrusting in and out of his ass until – \n\nPing. \n\n“Nnngh!”\n\nEwan came, and as he did, the last imp darted under him, latching its mouth around his cock and sucking the whole load down. Pulse, pulse, pulse went his cock, his balls pulled up against his crotch, and he shivered as he filled the imp up with mortal cum. \n\n“Food-food good!” it eventually said. \n\n“Down home.”\n\n“Bring toy.”\n\n#\n\nDays flashed by, then weeks. The imps dragged him down, feeding off his cock every few hours and rubbing his hole and his prostate whenever they did. The pleasure of orgasm was impossible to forget, and the pings kept coming, over, and over, and over again, always announcing another orgasm was on its way. \n\nWhen fingering started to be less effective, they took to toys. That worked for a few weeks, but when he started taking an hour of squatting down on the same toy to get a small load out, they knew that they needed more. \n\nWhich lead, a month into his captivity, to being in a harness, lifted and lowered by turns depending on the height of the imps that wanted to use him. They had a rough tube around his cock, collecting his cum as the imps, two at a time, walked up and [i]fucked[/i] his ass. \n\n“Nnngh…ah…ah…ah…”\n\nEwan had all but forgotten how words worked. All he knew was that everything felt better when he had a pair of imp cocks in his ass. Short but thick, they spread his hole like nothing else, and he came to crave the constant pull and press of their cocks sliding against his inner walls. \n\nIn. \n\nOut. \n\nIn. \n\nOut. \n\nHe forgot the world above. He forgot the Fire Caves. He forgot everything but the urge to cum like a butt-slut should. In, out, in, out, their thick shafts popping past his rim, only to pop back in. They slid against each other as much as they did against him, whispering and giggling in their infernal dialect that he still couldn’t understand. \n\nMore. \n\nMore. \n\nMore –\n\n[b]Game Over.[/b]\n\n#\n\nHe was cumming as he came out of the game again, this time with the feeling of something in his ass remaining. Ewan gasped for breath as he half-saw, half-felt the double butt plugs being pulled out of his ass, his hole clenching wetly on nothing as they came free. \n\n[i]How long…how long…[/i]\n\nIt had been well over a month this time. So much longer than a month in the grip of the imps, his butt being trained – \n\nButt-slut. Pillow-butt. Thick-ass-cheeks. Round-rumped. Slippery-holed anal toy. \n\nThe words kept coming pumped into his brain. They were breaking him, pushing him further and further down, and – \n\n[b]Selection Confirmed.[/b]\n\n#\n\n“Nnngh…ah…”\n\nEwan was pinned to the stone wall of the labyrinth as the minotaur pulled his loincloth away, exposing his ass. He’d been running…how long? So long. So long. But none of that had burned off any fat. If anything, his ass was thicker, softer than it had been when he entered the labyrinth…\n\nWhen? Too long ago to remember…\n\nThe minotaur was naked. Had always been naked. And had always been thick. Its cock throbbed, bouncing as it slapped it against his ass cheeks. Ewan moaned at every touch of that thick shaft, his body craving it even though he knew that to be fucked by the minotaur was to be broken by it. \n\nHow did he know?\n\nHe didn’t remember. He just knew that cock would…would…would break him if it went in, and he almost wanted that. The relief of no longer running away, of just being a cock-sleeve for someone with such a massive dick, would be nice. His ass would finally get the itch it had been suffering from scratched, and he would be taken care of. \n\nThe loincloth finally ripped away, and the minotaur lowered him to the ground. He went with it, his fat ass barely off the ground. The bigger monster, while not tender, wasn’t cruel as it pushed him into place, holding him there as that fat, slippery, dripping dick slid between his cheeks. It hot-dogged him, using his ass as a sex-toy without even touching his hole just yet. \n\n“Please…”\n\nEwan didn’t know when he’d broken. He just knew that something had flipped. He didn’t want to wait. He didn’t want to be teased. All he wanted was that cock. \n\nThe minotaur understood. It shifted its hips, the thick head of the shaft parting the badger’s cheeks. It felt almost familiar to have that massive thing sliding against him, pressing to his hole. Had there been more resistance there before? More…tightness? He didn’t know; all he knew –\n\nSquelch. \n\n“Ahhhhhh!”\n\nAll he knew was that it was better to have it full now. The minotaur slammed in, hips slapping against his cheeks with a harsh smack. There was no hesitation, no checking on whether he was alright. There was only thrusting, hard, powerful thrusting that made the badger’s eyes roll back in his head. \n\nSmack, smack, smack went those hips against his cheeks, making him all the more aware of the rippling, rolling, jiggling feeling that they had when they bounced. Ewan moaned into his arms, all of his attention sliding away from his throbbing dick between his legs to his ass. All of his attention was focused on the sensitivity around his rim as that cock punched in and out of his ass, on the nub of pure bliss inside of him as the long, heavy cock slid along his prostate, and the filling, intense sensation of having that massive dick going all the way to the base every fucking time. \n\nFaster, harder, grinding him against the stone floor of the labyrinth, the minotaur fucked him. Ewan couldn’t push back; he didn’t have the strength, and the minotaur was rutting him too hard, too fast. He couldn’t even get anything past a ‘guh’ past his lips as he was fucked into the ground, slam-fucked harder, harder, harder, until his ass started to give up the ghost and loosen up further for the monster behind him. \n\n“Nnngh...guh…gah…”\n\nEwan was getting fucked-stupid, and he didn’t care. All he wanted was more. More cock, more rut, more of that powerful feeling of getting broken in. He would have reached back and spread his cheeks for the monster himself if he could have moved at all, but it felt too damn good to just lay there and take it. \n\nFaster, harder, that cock dripping so much inside of him that he could feel bits of pre-cum sliding out with some of the rougher thrusts. He was lying in a puddle of their combined juices and he didn’t care. All he did was try and raise his hips just a bit more, giving the minotaur a better angle – \n\n“Mmmmmmm…”\n\nThe monster moaned and mooed in his ears at the same time, and Ewan submitted to him. He let the minotaur take what it owned…He let it – \n\n[b]Game Over.[/b]\n\n#\n\nThe time dilation was intense. For every day in game, it was barely a few minutes in the real world. There were some games where Ewan was good enough and lucky enough to last for a full year, and other times when he was barely good enough to last an hour. \n\nThe market didn’t seem to mind. They had plenty of simulations to put him through. \n\nThe last scenario – one where he was caught by djinns and customized by their masters, wish after wish changing his ass and making him a more appealing slut to them – broke him completely, and the decision was made to bring him to the main stage to be sold. They dragged him out of the training chamber with no sign of Ella to be found. \n\nThat said, she was a distant memory at this point. Ewan was no longer entirely sure that she was more than a figment of his imagination, though he did like the happy feeling that her name conjured when he thought of her. \n\nHe waited, backstage, at a different facility. The badger could just barely see through the curtains, watching as the product before him was put out there to be sold. It was a polar bear, thick-muscled and bearded, with a proud shaft that was ringed around the base, with balls weighted and a plug shoved deep into a black hole. The announcer’s voice was directed to the crowd, not him, so Ewan didn’t know what was being said, but he could see the faint blush of humiliation on the bear’s cheeks despite being broken for the stage. \n\nHe wondered if he could still blush. \n\nEventually, the bear – Asmund, he could just barely hear – was sold off. The polar bear was led off the stage with a chain attached to his butt plug, and someone pressed against the small of the badger’s back. \n\n“You’re on, pillow-butt.”\n\nEwan stumbled onto the stage, walking with almost a drunken gait toward the front of it. His lips were peeled back in a giggly smile, and he wobbled from one side to the other, his cheeks…definitely fatter than they had been, softer, with the only muscles that had been properly worked over the last few months being the ones inside and around his anus. They worked just fine, but everything else just…\n\nBounced. \n\nJiggled. \n\nShowed itself off. \n\nHe stopped at the edge of the runway and dropped to his knees. He spread his legs, showing off how long-hanging his balls were, how his dark-skinned cock throbbed upward the minute that someone even bothered to look at it, how the black flesh of his cock – and his hole, as he squatted on his heels and spread his cheeks that way – glistened under the stage-lights. \n\n“And here we have a typical fat-assed badger. Big, eager, and more than willing to bounce that ass on anyone with even a bit of coin. Let’s start the bidding at 100k, shall we?”\n\nThere were no takers. Ewan, it turned out, could still feel [i]very[/i] embarrassed, and his cheeks flushed as he remembered the first game. \n\n“Nobody for 100k? Well, it’s a bit rich for a badger who’s been so well-used through his training. How about we drop it to 50k? Gotta admit, those hefty cheeks are going to cushion your cock perfectly, and you can’t deny that it’d suck you dry between ‘em, eh?”\n\nHaving someone else talk about him like a product was new, but…fuck, it was hot. The badger started rolling his hips, swaying them as if he was grinding down on some big dick already. His cheeks rolled, bouncing slightly, and as he turned in place, he started to twerk for the crowd. \n\nThere was a hint of interest, then, but not enough for bidding to start. He groaned, and the announcer continued. \n\n“Well, guess we were a little optimistic. What do you feel about 10k for the badger? Look at that ass bounce. Yeah, maybe they don’t got the dicks of stallions, maybe they’re a little bit thicker and stockier than some of the real big sluts out there, but you gotta admit, that ass makes that genetic-slut theory make some sense, right? Just imagine having that ass belong to you. Imagine fucking it every night.”\n\nStill nothing, and the sheer humiliation kept climbing. Ewan whimpered as he turned his back on the audience, bouncing his ass cheeks. Clap, smack, clap, smack. Whether they were hitting each other or the floor, they were loud, and he knew how good that would feel to someone else. He had a great ass. A fucking hot ass. And he needed it filled, fucked, something. \n\n“Alright, 1k.”\n\nNo takers. \n\n“500, guys, come on.”\n\nNothing.”\n\n“Fine. One hundred, take it or leave it.”\n\n“I’ll bid,” someone said. \n\nFrom a six-digit bid down to the lowest-possible three-digit bid. Ewan didn’t know if it was possible to be more humiliated as a slave than that. He arched his back as the bid was finalized, thrusting his hips forward and cumming back down the stage even as his new owner stood up to collect him…\n\n#\n\nHis new owner was Cassius Venser. ‘Ewan,’ or, as he was now known, Brock Butt-Bitch, was reminded of that name every time he looked down at his rump. \n\n[i]Property of Cassius Venser[/i] was etched and dyed into his rump fur, a tattoo of some mild tech that shimmered on contact with living flesh. Which was quite often, as the boar that had bought him kept fucking him. \n\n“Yeah, you like that, boy?” the boar grunted as ‘Brock’ bounced on his cock. “Who’s your daddy, boy? Huh? Who’s your daddy?”\n\n“Ooooh, you, daddy. You’re my daddy. Fuck, your cock feels so good…”\n\nIt was part of the training to say that, though it was also true. The boar’s eight inches – natural or not, it really didn’t matter – just felt so good in the badger’s ass. Everything felt good in the badger’s ass, but the bigger things were always better. He could feel every bounce through them both, both his ass cheeks bouncing and the feeling of the boar’s gut against him as he pushed back against his owner’s cock. \n\nSmack. Another spank, another reminder to keep moving. ‘Brock’ was eager to give it his all. He always was; giving his Daddy a proper ride was the main thing that kept him in house and home, and supplied with all the dick that his ass could take. He moaned, happily rolling his hips back a bit faster, a bit harder. \n\nThe boar rested one hand on the back of Brock’s neck, rubbing the collar that he’d been given after being sold from the market. There’d been talk then, something about judges, corruption, the way that prisoners and others were made to disappear into the market and make a profit for the city in a different way. He was far from the first person to go looking that was made to disappear, and he wouldn’t be the last. \n\nHe barely remembered that. Most of what Brock remembered was how much the boar had held back from buying him, but once Cassius got a taste of badger ass – \n\n“Fuck. Pillow-Butt’s the right name for you…never gonna get tired of this thing…”\n\nBrock Butt-Bitch moaned at that, pushing back that little bit more, trying to get a little more dick deep inside him. He could feel it pulsing, throbbing within, and knew that the boar had to be close, but – mmmph, oh, it felt good just to enjoy the feeling of that thing inside him even if it wasn’t getting off.\n\nHe knew that only half of Cassius’s attention was on him. The other half was on the screen off to the side, a flickering menu of different ‘products’ on display. Cassius chuckled as Brock continued to roll his hips up and down that cock, grinding his ass back against it. \n\n“Heh, I think you might need a friend, Butt-Bitch. Could be a good way to keep you busy when I can’t fuck this ass into the ground.”\n\n“Mmmph, whatever…whatever you want, Daddy…please…please, cum in me, Daddy, use my pillow-butt…”\n\n“Heh…alright, boy…come here…”\n\nThe hand on his collar pulled back, tightening its grip. Brock gasped, his eyes going wide as he bounced his ass faster, the boar thrusting up every few bucks and keeping him moving. His mouth worked soundlessly as he felt every inch of that augmented cock grinding against his prostate, pushing him closer, closer, closer – \n\n“Mmmph!”\n\nAnd then he felt the first heated shot inside him. He moaned, huffing with his tongue hanging out as he came with his Daddy, cumming all over the floor, spurting with one shot after another as he sat down firmly on the boar’s cock. Pulse, pulse, pulse it went, all those boar genetics making it a hell of a load. So much cum, so much warm slickness inside of him, and he’d earned every last bit. \n\n“Damn…good job…good job, Butt-Bitch…”\n\n“Thank you…thank you…”\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: Ewan reaches his breaking point in the game world and becomes a good little butt-bitch to be sold. \n\nTags: M/M, M/F, Size Difference, Fantasy, Cyberpunk, Game Training, Time Dilation, Hyena, Imp, Minotaur, Anal, Cunnilingus, Technophilia, Mind Break, Series, Butt Slut, Begging, Collar, Auction, Orgasm, Cum, Tattoo, ",
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Cyber-Training the Punk Away Part 4 For Damiekinz By Draconicon
There was no table.
There was no machine.
There was no visor.
“Hee hee hee! Get him, girls, get him!”
There was only the cackle, and those that roared with it. Ewan panted as he ran through the forest, pursued by the mad laughter of the hyena witches.
“He’s not far now, girls. Get him and pin him. That tongue’s got work to do…”
The badger kept his head down, running as fast as he could as he tried to hold onto the old memory. There was something…something about this world, something that he had told himself to never forget. What was it? What was it?
Thump, thump, thump. His heart raced in his ears and his feet beat the ground hard as he tried to keep his meager lead, jumping over one root after another. The rush of something – something clattering, something numerical – filled his ears, but he had long since forgotten what that meant. The world did something to him, draining his head, making it impossible to think clearly as he ran through it.
Something, something, what was the –
“Ulk!”
He finally missed a jump, his foot catching on one of the roots and sending him flying to the ground. Ewan hit the ground with a loud thump, scattering dust all around him as he wheezed for breath.
Get up. Get up!
Even as he struggled to get his hands under him, he could barely move. It was like he’d been stunned or something, losing all sense of balance. He groaned, wobbling up to all fours –
“There he is!”
He whipped his head to the source of the words. A hyena floated off the ground, riding her broom, and she giggled as she pointed down at him. Her pointy hat – the only garment she wore – tilted back with her head as she twiddled her fingers. The earth moved beneath him, and Ewan groaned as he was seized by the wrists and ankles, pinned in place.
“Come on, girls, I’ve got him. I’ve got him.”
More and more of the coven showed up, three, six, until they reached a full dozen hyenas. They floated around him, circling on their flying brooms as they came closer and closer. Chuckling and giggling and cackling, they dragged their toes along his back, his sides, his ass as they flitted about him.
“Mmmm, a handsome young man.”
“Heh, and with quite the set of lungs on him, running so long.”
“He’ll be able to hold his breath just fine under us.”
“Come on. Flip him over.”
The roots moved under him, dragging his arms and legs around until he’d been flipped onto his back. One of the hyenas, thicker hipped and more matriarchal than the others, hopped down from her broom. She set her hands on her hips as she swayed over to him, her head tilted back and her lips twisted up in a smirk.
“Oh, you’re going to be a fun one…”
“Nnngh…let me…let me go…I don’t…I don’t belong –”
“Put that tongue to better use, boy.”
The hyena matriarch, spotted and fine and curvy, straddled his face. Her feet dug into the ground as if she was setting herself in place, and then, she squatted down. That thick, muscular rump, only slightly jigglier than his own, came down hard on his face, swallowing his cheeks between them and driving his muzzle further forward, pressing him toward her pussy.
She was already wet. She was already very, very wet, her juices running down his muzzle and into his mouth without warning. He sputtered, trying to swallow or spit it out, but the hyena pressed his face firmly between her legs.
“Ah ah, boy. Show me that you can learn. Play with it. Lick it. Gimme some pleasure, boy…”
Ewan had no choice. The roots were twisting, writhing over him, holding him in place and keeping him from doing anything else. He huffed as she rubbed his head, rubbing her juices against him. The scent…
The scent pushed a heat into his cock, forcing it hard, forcing him to whimper and moan in more pleasure. The badger slowly pushed his tongue out –
“In me, boy. Shove it in me.”
He did as he was told. The first lick slammed him with more of that heat, and he whimper-moaned as he felt his cock jump in response, throbbing against his belly and begging for attention.
It wasn’t going to get that attention.
Instead, the other hyenas circled him, some of them teasing him with their words, others stepping on him, grinding his cock against his belly or pushing it down between his legs. They, however, were secondary to the matriarch pinning his head to the ground and grinding her pussy against his lips over, and over, and over again, each time making him all the more aware of the sheer power over their scent, their need, their want.
Grind.
Slide.
Press.
The pressure was the worst, as it felt like his muzzle might almost become a dildo for her, almost sliding in more than once. Her firm hand on the back of his head kept him from wriggling against the ground, making him learn to lick, to tease, to thrust his tongue inside of her over and over again. His cheeks burned as his cock throbbed all the harder, and it got worse and worse until –
“Mmmmph, that’s a good…good boy…”
There was no sudden bark or whimper or roar from the matriarch. She was stronger than that, more in-control than the others. She just came, a little squirt down his throat before she stood up, her thighs thick and sweat-soaked, her cheeks jiggling. As she chuckled and stepped aside, another witch spread her legs, straddling him and sitting on him before he could catch a breath of cleaner air.
“Mmmph!”
“Get to work, boy. Get to work…”
He stuck his tongue out in a desperate sense of self-preservation, dragging his tongue along her pussy lips, sliding it in –
Ping, ping, ping.
He’d been hearing that ping sound, too, hearing it all over the place. Something was…something was happening, and he didn’t understand what it was. All he knew was that it was something important, something that he should have remembered, something he shouldn’t have forgotten. And it kept going off as he kept licking, accompanied by some…some strange shape in the corner of his eye, something that was never there long enough to look at properly.
One witch after another sat on him. One witch after another came, marking him with her juices and her scent. He was never given more than half a moment to collect himself after they finished before the next was upon him, grinding down on his muzzle and his tongue, ensuring that he was always, always busy.
They teased him, tormented him. They whispered their thoughts of caging his cock, of ensuring that it was always pent-up and needy. They talked of spells that would warp him, making his ass bigger and more rounded, more padded. They fantasized about wrapping him in the roots of a tree, their own personal plaything at the coven that could never leave, whose face and tongue would always be ready for their pussies and their asses, ready to please them however they liked.
And as he fell deeper, and deeper, and deeper still, Ewan started to want what they wanted. He started to crave it…and then, he started to need it.
Just as the last witch came, just as the last squirt of their pleasure landed over his chest…the world went dark.
Game Over.
#
Flash. Ewan gasped as the real world reasserted itself. A faint vision of a fleshlight was pulled from his lips, and his jaws ached as he felt the sheer discomfort of having eaten out something for…for…
I was in the game again…the game…
The game world had stretched on for night after night. He remembered campfires. He remembered moving. He remembered days passing. But here in the real world –
“Mmm, yes, she’s been good. I’ll buy her.”
Ella. That was the guy who’d been grunting while fucking Ella the last time that Ewan had come out of the game. They were just now wrapping up? Days, literal days, maybe even a full week in the game, had been an hour, if that. A shiver ran down his spine as he realized some of the sheer strength of the time dilation that he faced, and just what it meant for him.
Someone stood at his side, some worker. He didn’t know what was going on, didn’t have the presence of mind to try talking. But he could still hear.
“Hmmm, decent enough interest in pussy, but not enough reaction, really. All down to the chemical stuff.”
“Think he’s got a preference for dick?” some other worker asked.
“He’s a badger; even the straight ones get off on pegging more than they do on fucking anyone.”
“Heh, heard that there’s never a satisfied girl around those sorts. They get sick of putting on the strap all the time.”
“Well, let’s see if this one’s got some truth in it. We’ll go with the Fire Caves, this time.”
“Fucking hot.”
Ewan groaned, trying to tell himself to remember it this time. Remember that this was a game, remember that they were training him in the real world. Remember –
Selection Confirmed.
Flash.
#
He was running again.
Ewan tried to remember how he could be running again, knowing that there was something off about that thought. He’d been running ever since he could remember. Run and hide, that was the life of anyone that lived in the Fire Caves. They couldn’t stop running, and even hiding was a risk.
Why would he ever not be running?
Why would he almost remember that he shouldn’t be?
The badger shook his head, forcing his legs to keep moving. The heat of the caves around him only soared higher, reminding him of the threat that was right behind him. They were coming, swarming through the side caverns, following the sound of his footsteps, their prey, their food to take down to the depths and –
No, no thinking about that. Had to run. Had to flee.
As his legs pumped, he heard soft ping-sounds in the back of his mind. He didn’t know what they were; he’d stopped listening to them long ago. They were just background, one more sound of the caves –
“FOOD! FOOD!”
They’d found him.
Ewan looked over his shoulder at the red-skinned imps, six of them, but the swarm would come. It would be right behind them.
He looked around for some narrow tunnel that he could lose them in, but there were none. There was just the wider main tunnel or the side tunnel he was already in.
His hesitation proved his doom. The six imps flew for him, grabbing him by his arms and legs and pulling him back to the main tunnel. They threw him face down, their smaller hands grabbing his arms and legs and pulling him about, twisting him to all fours with his head to the ground. One of them stood on him, keeping him pinned in place with a foot on the back of his head and the other on the base of his tail.
“Hehehe, food-food try to escape. No escaping imps.”
“Big balls.”
“Bigger butt!”
“Touch butt, finger!”
The imps weren’t much for speech, but they were direct. As four of the six pinned him in place, two more pulled his cheeks apart. He bit his lips, holding back the soft huff that he wanted to let out as they stroked their fingers around his anus, their mouths so close to his hole.
“Nnngh…leave…leave me alone,” he tried to whimper, only for his cock to throb as they kept touching him back there.
Ping. Ping. Ping.
“Hehehe, badger already got pillow-butt.”
“Get softer with more fucking!”
“Heh, big-drippy, too.”
“Drip more for food.”
“Fuck it out.”
“Fuck it out!”
Ewan tried to find the words to beg for his life. Rumors said that there was some legendary spell that would make the imps back off if it was muttered before they claimed their prey. He didn’t know it, but he had to do something –
“Ah!”
Too late. One of the imps had a finger in him, and it was going deep, rubbing right against his prostate –
Ping-ping-ping.
He felt so sensitive, his mouth hanging open as the little fuck-demon pressed its finger right on his prostate, rubbing it, teasing it, milking it insistently. His hips twitched without a word from him, thrusting down, then back, down, then back, his cock flicking about as the imp kept rubbing and tapping his prostate like it was some magic item. Rub, rub, rub, thrusting in and out of his ass until –
Ping.
“Nnngh!”
Ewan came, and as he did, the last imp darted under him, latching its mouth around his cock and sucking the whole load down. Pulse, pulse, pulse went his cock, his balls pulled up against his crotch, and he shivered as he filled the imp up with mortal cum.
“Food-food good!” it eventually said.
“Down home.”
“Bring toy.”
#
Days flashed by, then weeks. The imps dragged him down, feeding off his cock every few hours and rubbing his hole and his prostate whenever they did. The pleasure of orgasm was impossible to forget, and the pings kept coming, over, and over, and over again, always announcing another orgasm was on its way.
When fingering started to be less effective, they took to toys. That worked for a few weeks, but when he started taking an hour of squatting down on the same toy to get a small load out, they knew that they needed more.
Which lead, a month into his captivity, to being in a harness, lifted and lowered by turns depending on the height of the imps that wanted to use him. They had a rough tube around his cock, collecting his cum as the imps, two at a time, walked up and fucked his ass.
“Nnngh…ah…ah…ah…”
Ewan had all but forgotten how words worked. All he knew was that everything felt better when he had a pair of imp cocks in his ass. Short but thick, they spread his hole like nothing else, and he came to crave the constant pull and press of their cocks sliding against his inner walls.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
He forgot the world above. He forgot the Fire Caves. He forgot everything but the urge to cum like a butt-slut should. In, out, in, out, their thick shafts popping past his rim, only to pop back in. They slid against each other as much as they did against him, whispering and giggling in their infernal dialect that he still couldn’t understand.
More.
More.
More –
Game Over.
#
He was cumming as he came out of the game again, this time with the feeling of something in his ass remaining. Ewan gasped for breath as he half-saw, half-felt the double butt plugs being pulled out of his ass, his hole clenching wetly on nothing as they came free.
How long…how long…
It had been well over a month this time. So much longer than a month in the grip of the imps, his butt being trained –
The words kept coming pumped into his brain. They were breaking him, pushing him further and further down, and –
Selection Confirmed.
#
“Nnngh…ah…”
Ewan was pinned to the stone wall of the labyrinth as the minotaur pulled his loincloth away, exposing his ass. He’d been running…how long? So long. So long. But none of that had burned off any fat. If anything, his ass was thicker, softer than it had been when he entered the labyrinth…
When? Too long ago to remember…
The minotaur was naked. Had always been naked. And had always been thick. Its cock throbbed, bouncing as it slapped it against his ass cheeks. Ewan moaned at every touch of that thick shaft, his body craving it even though he knew that to be fucked by the minotaur was to be broken by it.
How did he know?
He didn’t remember. He just knew that cock would…would…would break him if it went in, and he almost wanted that. The relief of no longer running away, of just being a cock-sleeve for someone with such a massive dick, would be nice. His ass would finally get the itch it had been suffering from scratched, and he would be taken care of.
The loincloth finally ripped away, and the minotaur lowered him to the ground. He went with it, his fat ass barely off the ground. The bigger monster, while not tender, wasn’t cruel as it pushed him into place, holding him there as that fat, slippery, dripping dick slid between his cheeks. It hot-dogged him, using his ass as a sex-toy without even touching his hole just yet.
“Please…”
Ewan didn’t know when he’d broken. He just knew that something had flipped. He didn’t want to wait. He didn’t want to be teased. All he wanted was that cock.
The minotaur understood. It shifted its hips, the thick head of the shaft parting the badger’s cheeks. It felt almost familiar to have that massive thing sliding against him, pressing to his hole. Had there been more resistance there before? More…tightness? He didn’t know; all he knew –
Squelch.
“Ahhhhhh!”
All he knew was that it was better to have it full now. The minotaur slammed in, hips slapping against his cheeks with a harsh smack. There was no hesitation, no checking on whether he was alright. There was only thrusting, hard, powerful thrusting that made the badger’s eyes roll back in his head.
Smack, smack, smack went those hips against his cheeks, making him all the more aware of the rippling, rolling, jiggling feeling that they had when they bounced. Ewan moaned into his arms, all of his attention sliding away from his throbbing dick between his legs to his ass. All of his attention was focused on the sensitivity around his rim as that cock punched in and out of his ass, on the nub of pure bliss inside of him as the long, heavy cock slid along his prostate, and the filling, intense sensation of having that massive dick going all the way to the base every fucking time.
Faster, harder, grinding him against the stone floor of the labyrinth, the minotaur fucked him. Ewan couldn’t push back; he didn’t have the strength, and the minotaur was rutting him too hard, too fast. He couldn’t even get anything past a ‘guh’ past his lips as he was fucked into the ground, slam-fucked harder, harder, harder, until his ass started to give up the ghost and loosen up further for the monster behind him.
“Nnngh...guh…gah…”
Ewan was getting fucked-stupid, and he didn’t care. All he wanted was more. More cock, more rut, more of that powerful feeling of getting broken in. He would have reached back and spread his cheeks for the monster himself if he could have moved at all, but it felt too damn good to just lay there and take it.
Faster, harder, that cock dripping so much inside of him that he could feel bits of pre-cum sliding out with some of the rougher thrusts. He was lying in a puddle of their combined juices and he didn’t care. All he did was try and raise his hips just a bit more, giving the minotaur a better angle –
“Mmmmmmm…”
The monster moaned and mooed in his ears at the same time, and Ewan submitted to him. He let the minotaur take what it owned…He let it –
Game Over.
#
The time dilation was intense. For every day in game, it was barely a few minutes in the real world. There were some games where Ewan was good enough and lucky enough to last for a full year, and other times when he was barely good enough to last an hour.
The market didn’t seem to mind. They had plenty of simulations to put him through.
The last scenario – one where he was caught by djinns and customized by their masters, wish after wish changing his ass and making him a more appealing slut to them – broke him completely, and the decision was made to bring him to the main stage to be sold. They dragged him out of the training chamber with no sign of Ella to be found.
That said, she was a distant memory at this point. Ewan was no longer entirely sure that she was more than a figment of his imagination, though he did like the happy feeling that her name conjured when he thought of her.
He waited, backstage, at a different facility. The badger could just barely see through the curtains, watching as the product before him was put out there to be sold. It was a polar bear, thick-muscled and bearded, with a proud shaft that was ringed around the base, with balls weighted and a plug shoved deep into a black hole. The announcer’s voice was directed to the crowd, not him, so Ewan didn’t know what was being said, but he could see the faint blush of humiliation on the bear’s cheeks despite being broken for the stage.
He wondered if he could still blush.
Eventually, the bear – Asmund, he could just barely hear – was sold off. The polar bear was led off the stage with a chain attached to his butt plug, and someone pressed against the small of the badger’s back.
“You’re on, pillow-butt.”
Ewan stumbled onto the stage, walking with almost a drunken gait toward the front of it. His lips were peeled back in a giggly smile, and he wobbled from one side to the other, his cheeks…definitely fatter than they had been, softer, with the only muscles that had been properly worked over the last few months being the ones inside and around his anus. They worked just fine, but everything else just…
Bounced.
Jiggled.
Showed itself off.
He stopped at the edge of the runway and dropped to his knees. He spread his legs, showing off how long-hanging his balls were, how his dark-skinned cock throbbed upward the minute that someone even bothered to look at it, how the black flesh of his cock – and his hole, as he squatted on his heels and spread his cheeks that way – glistened under the stage-lights.
“And here we have a typical fat-assed badger. Big, eager, and more than willing to bounce that ass on anyone with even a bit of coin. Let’s start the bidding at 100k, shall we?”
There were no takers. Ewan, it turned out, could still feel very embarrassed, and his cheeks flushed as he remembered the first game.
“Nobody for 100k? Well, it’s a bit rich for a badger who’s been so well-used through his training. How about we drop it to 50k? Gotta admit, those hefty cheeks are going to cushion your cock perfectly, and you can’t deny that it’d suck you dry between ‘em, eh?”
Having someone else talk about him like a product was new, but…fuck, it was hot. The badger started rolling his hips, swaying them as if he was grinding down on some big dick already. His cheeks rolled, bouncing slightly, and as he turned in place, he started to twerk for the crowd.
There was a hint of interest, then, but not enough for bidding to start. He groaned, and the announcer continued.
“Well, guess we were a little optimistic. What do you feel about 10k for the badger? Look at that ass bounce. Yeah, maybe they don’t got the dicks of stallions, maybe they’re a little bit thicker and stockier than some of the real big sluts out there, but you gotta admit, that ass makes that genetic-slut theory make some sense, right? Just imagine having that ass belong to you. Imagine fucking it every night.”
Still nothing, and the sheer humiliation kept climbing. Ewan whimpered as he turned his back on the audience, bouncing his ass cheeks. Clap, smack, clap, smack. Whether they were hitting each other or the floor, they were loud, and he knew how good that would feel to someone else. He had a great ass. A fucking hot ass. And he needed it filled, fucked, something.
“Alright, 1k.”
No takers.
“500, guys, come on.”
Nothing.”
“Fine. One hundred, take it or leave it.”
“I’ll bid,” someone said.
From a six-digit bid down to the lowest-possible three-digit bid. Ewan didn’t know if it was possible to be more humiliated as a slave than that. He arched his back as the bid was finalized, thrusting his hips forward and cumming back down the stage even as his new owner stood up to collect him…
#
His new owner was Cassius Venser. ‘Ewan,’ or, as he was now known, Brock Butt-Bitch, was reminded of that name every time he looked down at his rump.
Property of Cassius Venser was etched and dyed into his rump fur, a tattoo of some mild tech that shimmered on contact with living flesh. Which was quite often, as the boar that had bought him kept fucking him.
“Yeah, you like that, boy?” the boar grunted as ‘Brock’ bounced on his cock. “Who’s your daddy, boy? Huh? Who’s your daddy?”
“Ooooh, you, daddy. You’re my daddy. Fuck, your cock feels so good…”
It was part of the training to say that, though it was also true. The boar’s eight inches – natural or not, it really didn’t matter – just felt so good in the badger’s ass. Everything felt good in the badger’s ass, but the bigger things were always better. He could feel every bounce through them both, both his ass cheeks bouncing and the feeling of the boar’s gut against him as he pushed back against his owner’s cock.
Smack. Another spank, another reminder to keep moving. ‘Brock’ was eager to give it his all. He always was; giving his Daddy a proper ride was the main thing that kept him in house and home, and supplied with all the dick that his ass could take. He moaned, happily rolling his hips back a bit faster, a bit harder.
The boar rested one hand on the back of Brock’s neck, rubbing the collar that he’d been given after being sold from the market. There’d been talk then, something about judges, corruption, the way that prisoners and others were made to disappear into the market and make a profit for the city in a different way. He was far from the first person to go looking that was made to disappear, and he wouldn’t be the last.
He barely remembered that. Most of what Brock remembered was how much the boar had held back from buying him, but once Cassius got a taste of badger ass –
“Fuck. Pillow-Butt’s the right name for you…never gonna get tired of this thing…”
Brock Butt-Bitch moaned at that, pushing back that little bit more, trying to get a little more dick deep inside him. He could feel it pulsing, throbbing within, and knew that the boar had to be close, but – mmmph, oh, it felt good just to enjoy the feeling of that thing inside him even if it wasn’t getting off.
He knew that only half of Cassius’s attention was on him. The other half was on the screen off to the side, a flickering menu of different ‘products’ on display. Cassius chuckled as Brock continued to roll his hips up and down that cock, grinding his ass back against it.
“Heh, I think you might need a friend, Butt-Bitch. Could be a good way to keep you busy when I can’t fuck this ass into the ground.”
“Mmmph, whatever…whatever you want, Daddy…please…please, cum in me, Daddy, use my pillow-butt…”
“Heh…alright, boy…come here…”
The hand on his collar pulled back, tightening its grip. Brock gasped, his eyes going wide as he bounced his ass faster, the boar thrusting up every few bucks and keeping him moving. His mouth worked soundlessly as he felt every inch of that augmented cock grinding against his prostate, pushing him closer, closer, closer –
“Mmmph!”
And then he felt the first heated shot inside him. He moaned, huffing with his tongue hanging out as he came with his Daddy, cumming all over the floor, spurting with one shot after another as he sat down firmly on the boar’s cock. Pulse, pulse, pulse it went, all those boar genetics making it a hell of a load. So much cum, so much warm slickness inside of him, and he’d earned every last bit.
“Damn…good job…good job, Butt-Bitch…”
“Thank you…thank you…”
The End
Summary: Ewan reaches his breaking point in the game world and becomes a good little butt-bitch to be sold.