The sound of chains filled the air, in harmony with the footsteps that accompanied your own. There were two koopas to your left and right that were assigned to escort you to his room, firmly gripping your hands to ensure you wouldn’t escape. Your forearms were bound by rope, and two chains were wrapped around your torso, with the ends being tugged by the koopas. As an extra layer of humiliation, a collar was fastened around your neck, though mercifully it had nothing pulling it. Judging by the strength of their grip, the memory of your last escape still lingered in their minds. As an extra precaution, there was also a blindfold on your face, with the reasoning that you would have less of a chance of remembering the interior layout, sullying any further plans for escape. Not that you would need it, however - you had been forced into these halls so many times before that you preemptively figured out where you were heading, so much so that you could probably navigate them on your own without any trouble. If you wanted to, you could probably decipher which pair of koopas were escorting you - none of that mattered to you, though. You were intentionally blocking out the outside world, like you had built a barrier from your primal instincts and emotions. You didn’t feel the need to run, no sense of panic, and not a bead of sweat covered your stoic face. 
        A sudden halt in movement alarmed you that you had arrived somewhere, and that your “journey” was almost over. After some chit chat between the guards and a third person, you felt yourself get pushed into the arms of another guard. You felt a slight rise in temperature as the two of you entered another corridor, indicating this was your last escort before the king himself. This one had a less strict vibe to him, as every so often he would make a remark that you could only assume was an attempt at either banter or mockery. He also only held one of your chains, while the other lay limp on the ground, the light sound of metal clanking against the solid ground being the only noise in the room. You still wouldn’t try anything, though - his status as a single guard implied he was strong enough to be trusted alone, and his holding only one of your chains reaffirmed that belief.
“Ha! What’dja do to get here this time, y/n!” He mocked. You chose not to say anything, as the mere task of talking felt laborious.
“Not gonna talk much this time round, eh?” He continued. You mustered up enough energy to shrug your shoulders. The two of you walked some more, making a couple more turns, and despite your earlier inquisition to suppress your emotions, you felt your heart rate go up in anticipation of what was next to come.
“Well, doesn’t matter what you say, ‘cause we’re here.” You felt his hands move behind your head, undoing your blindfold and removing the chains on your torso. You stood still in shock at your semi-mobility, only to find yourself pushed forward, ushered further.
“Don’t try any funny stuff - I’m only removing these ‘cause King Bowser requested so. Keep moving forward, I still have my hammer.”
You shakingly agreed, continuing to walk in front of him to the entrance to the throne room. He quickly walked in front of you, tightly gripping your arm with one hand while inserting a key into the door, and pushing it open. Awaiting you inside was a familiar face, King Bowser. He towered over the both of you, his form radiating pure strength and masculinity. The hammer bro’s posture and tone changed in the presence of the king.
“King Bowser, we’ve brought in the hostage. J-just like you requested, they’re unarmed, restrained and in a weakened state.” The hammer bro said, somewhat shyly now. You were about to contemplate if his shy demeanor was out of respect or a small crush, but you were too tired to think.
“Bwahaha! Little human thought he could escape! You put up a good fight, but everyone knows you can’t escape the great King himself!” He exclaimed with a smirk. He then stepped forward to pick you up, slugging you over his broad shoulder. 
“S-should I call for backup? He might try something else-”
        “Ha! You think I can’t overpower a puny human myself! You humor me. Go take the day off.”
        “W-wow, really? Uhm, thank you, Lord Bowser!” The hammer bro shyfully exclaimed, before dashing away, hiding his blush in his hands. As Bowser dismissed him, he walked back to his room, each heavy footstep echoing throughout the hallway.
“Now what say we attend to some unfinished business, (y/n)?” He purred, as he carried you over to where the bed was. The room was spacious, and along the cobblestone walls lay pictures of him and his son, along with the koopalings who you never cared about enough to distinguish. 
“Can’t even say? Well, it’s not like you have a choice anyway, hehehe~” he said as he then set you down on the ground once more. He turned away, searching for something on one of his tables, leaving you temporarily unmonitored. 
You tried scanning for any means of escape, but the door you entered the room in was the only door in the room. You spotted a small window on the other wall to your left, but you were fairly certain you were high above the ground, and decided to turn down the risk of breaking every bone in your body. Besides, even if you wanted to, that’s assuming you’d have any chance of fighting against Bowser. 
You were pulled out of your thoughts when you felt his hand on your shoulder spin you back to face him, and in his other hand was a strange potion. The cylinder was pure black, so you couldn’t decipher the color.
“Here, drink this.” You weren’t able to protest in your restrained state, and could only comply as he raised the mysterious liquid to your lips. You felt an odd urge to comply, and swallowed. It had a strangely familiar taste, like drinking alcohol for the first time. You suddenly felt drowsy, and as your thoughts swirled, so did the world around you.
“Bahaha! Good night, (y/n)! Bowser mocked as everything went black.
































Chapter 2


        When you woke up again, you found that your arms were still bound. Not behind your back anymore, but by something to your side - two pieces of rope were tied around your arms, and as you looked to your left and right to the best of your abilities, you saw that it was tied to a bedframe. Your body was in a horizontal position, as you tried to get up in vain, and bounced back, you registered that you were on a bed. Your clothes were all gone as well - except for your underwear, making you feel more vulnerable. Immediate questions coursed through you - how you got here, who did this, but when you saw those same walls, the same logo, the same pictures, all the memories flooded back.
        You heard the door open, and right on queue, Bowser was back. As his large frame studded in, you noticed that his shell was now off, exposing his entire body. His pecs were firm and huge, with large pink nipples to accompany them. He still had his spiked collar around his thick muscular neck, and his thick arms and wrists still wore his iconic spiked bands. He had a bit of a belly, but that only turned you on more. Your eyes trailed to his black jockstraps that only highlighted his bulge, and his muscular thighs, and-
        “Heh, like what you see?” Were you just ogling Bowser’s body??? You thought to yourself. Your thoughts were still hazy, you couldn’t think straight, and now his rough voice sounded like music to your ears. You came out of your horny stupor when you noticed he was now at the bed. 
        “I think your little friend likes what he sees too ~ but he’s not so little now, is he?” You only now mentally registered that you were hard as a rock - and throbbing. You tried in vain to cover yourself with your legs, and that only seemed to add to his victory. As he turned around, you only became harder - his ass was massive, and had more fat than muscle, and you could swear each cheek was wider than your torso. You caught a glimpse of his muscled back as well.
        “Aww, don’t be shy now - Daddy Bowser likes what he sees too! In fact, why don’t we take this a step further ~” He approached the bedside, and before you knew it, he enveloped you in a kiss. His plump lips connected with yours, and his long thick tongue enveloped your own and swiped every corner of your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. He climbed on to the bed, right on top of you, still keeping his upper body elevated as to not squish you. He pulled away, and a string of saliva connected between your mouths. He moved down to lick your neck, softly biting the left and right sides. He kept kissing downward before reaching your nipples, using the same tactic on both, repeating his pattern of kissing, licking and biting. By now you were a moaning mess, and as he kissed, he grabbed your torso with his large soft hands. They were big enough to wrap around your body, holding it in place, which only strengthened your pleasurable squirming. He kissed lower and lower, and you felt your adrenaline raise. Every single touch felt amplified, and your heart beat faster when he reached your crotch. Instead of taking off your underwear, he kissed your bulge through the fabric, and inhaled your scent. He teasingly went over that area and kissed the inner part of your thigh.
        “W-why’d you stop?” You were on the edge, and he seemed aware of that. He moved his hands to the side, looking up at you teasingly.
        “Not until you beg, baby.” He smirked.
        “P-please…” You said softly, looking to the side.
        “Please what? I don’t know what you want.”
        “Please take care of it…” You spoke, cringing at your words.
        “Does my baby boy want Daddy Bowser to take care of his little ‘problem’?” He teasingly asked, and you slowly nodded your head, your heart racing. He began softly biting at your inner thigh, while looking up at you.
        “Please!” You practically begged, and with that, Bowser latched his mouth onto the fabric of your underwear, and in a swift motion, ripped it off. He threw the underwear across the room, and as it landed on the floor his face was now inches away from your length.
        “Hehehe - it looks delicious ~” he spoke at your now exposed member. Pre was leaking out of the tip as it rhythmically throbbed, and you watched as he leaned forward and dragged his long tongue across the head, lapping up the pre. You moaned at that one motion, which encouraged him to continue his ministrations. He began kissing from the head, going downward until his plump lips reached your balls. As he took them into his mouth, he lifted your legs up in the air, and they rested on his shoulders. He sucked on them some before kissing downward to your ass. He began by kissing the ring of muscle before licking over it, making you shiver. He pulled your cheeks apart and drove his tongue inside, your walls clenching around his thick tongue. He shoved his tongue further until he hit your prostate, making you moan loudly. 
        Suddenly he retracted his tongue and licked upward, all the way back to your dick before engulfing your length in his hot mouth. You were in heaven by now, slightly moving your hips to get more of your length in his greedy mouth. His long tongue and plump lips curled around your dick, and when your length hit the back of his throat you were on another plane of existence. He grabbed your thighs with his hands which easily wrapped around both of them, and held your dick in place as your legs wrapped around his neck, which now had a visible bulge from your dick.
        When he began humming, you were in overdrive - you were at the mercy of his soft, tight hot fleshy throat and long tongue. It took no effort to make you submit to him.
        “G-gonna…come soon…” You managed to stutter out. This only encouraged him to bob his head faster, making you hazy. The sight of him sucking on your length added to the experience, and you felt like you were going to explode (no pun intended).
        You yelled as your orgasm hit, and your limbs shook as you felt spurt after spurt of cum leave your body as you exploded in the tight heat prison that was Bowser’s mouth and throat. His red eyes looked at you intently as he swallowed, the contractions of his throat milking a couple more spurts out of your dick. You were exhausted, and panted in pleasure. He released your dick with one last kiss, before crawling back up and kissing you. You tasted yourself when you embraced, but didn’t pay it any mind. Bowser grabbed your chin with his hand, craning your neck to look up at him. 
        “You tasted wonderful,” he whispered, “But daddy Bowser’s still not done. I haven’t come yet.”
        Thoughts of what would happen raced through your mind. Would he try to fuck you? His member was still constrained by his jockstrap, but there was a visible erection now, and he looked pretty ready. 
        “I’ll give you a choice (y/n), since I like ya. You can have my fat koopa ass milking your cock, or you can have my thick koopa dick slamming into your prostate! Choose wisely ~ Bwahahahaha!” So which will it be?”






Chapter 3A 


        “I want to top.” You spoke, still tied up on the bed.
        “Ha! Now there’s a unique answer! Don’t think you’ll be in control though ~ Daddy’s gonna milk you dry, darling!” He climbed up onto the bed once more, grabbing your dick, stroking it a few times before shifting his body so he was straddling your pelvis. Your dick was hard again, and now he was aligning his pucker with the tip of your dick. When it made contact, he sank down, making you yelp in shock.
        “Ha! Like my ass that much, little boy? Daddy’s got more in store for you!” The inside of his ass was tight and warm, as well as surprisingly wet. You guessed he preemptively lubricated, or can naturally do that, but for now you didn’t care. His dick was still enclosed within his jockstrap, but he didn’t seem to care as his ass made a squelching sound, his jelly-like insides milking you like a cow. 
        “Ooh fuck yeah, that’s the spot ~” He moaned. His tongue lolled out of his mouth in pleasure, and his eyes went to the back of his head. He suddenly quickened his pace, his pucker tightening and loosening around your dick, milking it for all its worth. You tried in vain to hump his thick behind, but he seemed to be taking care of that himself quiet well, as his cheeks made a clapping sound with your groin. He got up again, his ass releasing your dick with a pop. You initially feared for the worst, and watched as he switched the placement of his legs, giving you a front row seat to his ass. He plopped on your dick again, riding with renowned vigor.
        “Fuck, kid…you’re gonna make daddy cum hands free…” Bowser cursed as his anal walls massaged your dick. His words came true as he came, squirt after squirt of semen coming through his jockstrap. 
        “Aahh, ahh…fuck!” He growled, his final spurt shooting out. Yours followed through as you finished inside of him, coming a heavy amount in his anal passageway. Bowser’s anal walls continuing to tighten milked you more, and you sighed in relief.
        “Hahh…bet it felt good fucking daddy’s big ass, huh?” He said looking back at you.
“Let’s get some sleep.” He said, untying your arms and laying on the spacious bed with you, as he spooned you. You probably could escape now, but you thought back to all the times he tried to win you over. Instead you let his warm oversized body spoon you, eventually, until everything went black.






















Chapter 4.

        “I want to bottom.” You spoke neutrally, shyly looking up at him.
        “Ba! You don’t feel up to the challenge? Well, nobody does. Everyone here’s a bottom. It’s not like you’re in control, anyways.”
        He took off his jockstrap and discarded it as he climbed up on the bed once more, and you saw just how big it was. His member was a full 10 inches, and was leaking pre, ready to explode any time. He aligned his dick with your ass, and thrusted in, making you yelp in pain and pleasure.
        “Fuck…you’re tight. Is this your first experience? Ha!” He grumbled as he thrusted his pelvis, his dick sliding along your walls and prostate. He slammed into your g-spot with every thrust, his huge balls slapping against the outside of your ass. You saw stars as pain mixed with pleasure.
        “Fuck…fuck…get ready!” His pace quickened, and he thrusted maniacally, sounds of squelching and flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, and in a swift motion he grabbed your dick, jerking you up and down. You saw his dick make a bulge through your abdomen, and almost fainted at the sight.
        Bowser roared as wave after wave of hot semen entered your body. The smell of sex filled the room, and as he kept stroking you, you exploded over your own stomach and his hands. Your stomach was getting bigger with how much cum entered you, and you felt sore and exhausted. As Bowser pulled out his now limp dick, cum squirted out of your entrance.
        “Hahh…bet it felt good having yer g-spot tickled, huh?” He said looking back at you.
“Let’s get some sleep.” He said, untying your arms and laying on the spacious bed with you, as he spooned you. You probably could escape now, but you thought back to all the times he tried to win you over. Instead you let his warm oversized body spoon you, eventually, until everything went black.