Post-Apocalyptic Cuteboy Fucking

Below is a post-apocalyptic RP I set up with another anon from /erp/ over skype that turned into one of my favorite RP's of the past few months. Basic concept is a small-time qt raider boy gets captured by a more powerful, somewhat insane leader of a rival gang, and an incredibly fucked up, yet oddly cute, relationship forms as the warlord tries to turn the boy into his ideal "wife."

Kinks involved so far are gay stuff, crossdressing, large amounts of physical/verbal abuse, blood, non-con, minor drug use, feminization, a slight focus on feet/armpits, and other shit I probably forgot about. Hopefully you enjoy it!

[Me]: The 580 Hellhounds were pumped up today, more so than they usually were. While reckless partying, heavy drug-use, and general rampant vandalism and destruction of anyone they could come across was par for the course, their desire to do all of the above was amplified when they were told they were going to finally be getting back at the Dead Moon's, a gang that owned a pretty big, well-defended joint along Highway 580. The two gangs have been having issues ever since the Hellhounds took offense to the hand of "friendship" extended to them, which including essentially merging with the Dead Moon's and uniting as one. Granted, the 508's Boss wasn't exactly the smartest man around, having far more ego and bravado than he did brains, so assuming he could get the upper-hand in a potential war, he insultingly declined. And thus, ever since then, the two gangs have been at war. While the Hellhound's certainly had the benefit of their speed, mobility, and surprise attacks, nearly every time the Dead Moon's have been able to fight back sheerly due to their superior firepower and training. But this time, they were told everything was going to be different. So they hopped onto their modified cars, trucks, bikes and whatever other piles of scrap they could get running on at least two wheels, and rode off to launch a deadly surprise attack on an allegedly important supply convoy stopping by an old, abandoned truck stop rest-station/diner. Unfortunately for the gang, it'd appear as if their boss either made a horrible, tactical mistake, or had just been fed the wrong kind of information.

Rat had felt pretty good when they were prepping for the ambush. Sure, the usual assholes in the group were giving him shit for his low kill-count and general inability to actually shoot straight, but he was feeling confident. This ambush was going to be different. He fully planned on racking up as many kills as possible on those Dead Moon fucks, to the point that even that asshole crew of the machine-gun mounted desert buggy would have to admit he did a good job.

But with Rat's luck however, things didn't quite go that way. When they showed up at the supposed ambush point, probably around twenty vehicles strong, it was completely empty. The Boss, being a man of lacking, simplistic tactical ability, simply ordered them all to drive into the rest-stop and start looking. That's when all hell broke lose. Rat can't exactly remember too much of it in detail, his adrenaline-high still frantically pumping blood through his veins, making his body quiver in fear and hyper-alertness, but what he did know is that he was totally, utterly fucked. He had been separating from his crew (Not before seeing the buggy crew get blown the fuck up, luckily) in the massive, explosive firefight that ensued, with nothing but his shoddy, pieced together pipe-gun and a large monkey-wrench. Not quite the one who'd want to foolishly fight when he'd clearly die, he opted for something a little bit safer. Sure it wasn't pretty, or smelled all that great, but the plastic, half-decomposed port-a-potty was the next best thing in the area. He had to be careful though, as there were quite a few holes in that tattered shit-box, one positioned near his right eye that he could just barely see through for example. And while the firefight was winding down, giving him a sense that he just might make it out of this alive, he could still clearly see some of the Dead Moon gangers walking around, inspecting the dead and searching them for anything good.

[Partner]: Lazar scoured the battlefield, observing the handywork of his men and eventually picking off the few stray surviving Hellhounds. His revolver and oversized bone knife dealt with them with them quickly, though not entirely painlessly if the kill was made with the latter weapon. The ambush was a success, and the false information his men have spread among the Hellhounds did its job just fine. Lazar felt a sense of pride for his men. The losses were minimal and it seemed like the Hellhounds were wiped out in their entirey. As he mused the consequences of this battle for The Dead Moons' reputation, he noticed another straggler making his way to the porta-potties, presumably to hide and save his life. "Coward! Face me with pride and you might live!" Lazar snarled, but the Hellhound gave no answer. Just a few steps from his destination, the biker's head exploded into a mass of bloody fragments, flying onto the ground below as his dead body dropped to the ground. Inside of the porta-potty Rat could see the leader of the rival gang, drawing closer and closer with each second.

[Me]:Rat gazed through the small hole in his hiding place, his blood running cold as a large, muscle-clad man with what appeared to be...metal plates bolted to his head loudly directed a roar of challenge to his hiding place, making his blood run cold as his fingers tightly clenched down on his cobbled-together gun. Holy fuck, was that their leader? Sure as hell fit the bill, right down to the metal-headed aesthetic he about about him. Swearing and cursing to himself as he realized he was pretty much fucked, he began to shuffle about within the small, claustrophobic place he had jammed himself into, eyes glancing down to his one-shot gun and realizing that he had forgotten to load another shell into it the last time he had fired! "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck no..." he quietly murmured, a sense of urgent panic in his voice as the port-a-potty began to visibly shuffle and shake even more as Rat fished around in one of his pouches, desperately trying to find a loose shell he could use to potentially save his sorry ass.

[Partner]: A shot tore through the plastical walls of Rat's hiding place, the bullet sliding right besides his head. An inch closer would've meant his death. "I know there's more of you here. Come out or face death!" Lazar bellowed. Taking big, swaggering steps he calmly approached the porta-potty and knelt down before it. Hearing the shuffling sounds of a man desperate to load his gun in the face of death, he fired off another shot into the porta-potty, and another. It was clear he was toying with his victim. "Brothers, I call upon you! Bring me...molotovs!" Soon, a few of his men came running, makeshift firebombs in hand. They were planning to burn the poor Hellhound alive. Oh, the irony.

[Me]: Feeling a sense of relief as his hands clasped around a scraped, faded red twelve-gauge shell, Rat shakily brought it up from his pouch just in time to hear a bullet pound into the plastic front of the porta-potty, flying only an inch away from his head as the loud, deafening crack nearly made his ears ring. The shock was so much that his sudden jump up from his seat made the shell fly out of his hands, clattering somewhere along the floor. A loud, panicked, albeit slightly muffled voice could be heard coming from the inside of the small bathroom, which mainly seemed focused on repeating, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" in a hurried, scared senseless kind of voice. Rat dropped to his knees, gloved hands feeling around the floor for the shell, before another shot rang out, loudly cracking right above his head, nearly making him cry out in fear. Just as Rat heard the gang-boss call out for his men to bring him molotovs, a thought that sent a none-to pleasant mental image of the roasted rat he had eaten as a snack before the ambush, his fingers finally clasped around the shell, which he quickly made sure to load into his gun.

No way in hell he was going to go out like this, cornered in some dilapidated shit-box and burnt alive. While running away was always preferable in his mind, there weren't really any alternatives, as surrendering would likely mean an even worse treatment than being burnt alive. So clutching his shoddy gun with his quivering hands, he took a deep breath, before promptly standing up and kicking open the flimsy plastic door. Charging out, pipe-gun aimed at Lazar, the slim, scrappy looking Hellhound rushed towards the gang-leader with a look of pure determination on his face. "Take this you Dead Moon fuck!" was the last words out of his mouth, words that he would of been pretty impressed with if he had the time to think about something other than taking down Lazar. His finger tightly pulled back the trigger, the primer within the gun sliding back to fire the shell in one loud, triumphant bang. But instead of an awe-inspiring, destructive bang, all Rat got was a light click, causing his eyes to open wide in panic. "No, no, no, fuck fuck fuck!" was all that could be heard coming out of his mouth as he stubbornly pulled back the trigger a few times, cursing even more as he realized that the shell was jammed, prompting him to try to slowly back up as his fist banged against the gun, hoping to get it functional again.

[Partner]: As the coward came running at him, gun in hand, Lazar dove downwards, looking to grab his assailant by his legs and dodge the blast of his firearm. This turned out not to be necessary as gun jammed, not even letting out a spark. Lazar's body was thrown into Rat's, knocking him down on the floor. With one, quick movement Lazar pinned his pathetic adversary, placing his weighty body on the Hellhound's frail frame and knocking the gun out of his hands with his elbow. "Gaze at the face of death!" the Dead Moon leader barked, strands of his vile spit falling down on Rat's chest. Lazar was quite a terrifying sight, his bloodshot eyes bulging out of their sockets and his teeth sharp as those of a wild animal. Throwing his revolver aside to free up a hand, Lazar grabbed hold of Rat's right arm and brought it down on the ground. He placed his knife on Rat's throat, holding the boy's left arm down with his elbow.

[Me]: The last thing to go through Rat's mind before anything else happened was a brief, "Oh man, I'm fucked." Promptly afterwards, Lazar slammed into him with enough force to made the boy, in his adrenaline-pumped, hyper-sensitive state briefly remember the time he watched a gang-member hop onto a bike and drive by some poor-fucker at top-speed while his buddy swung a bat from the passenger's seat. All he could feel was an overwhelming sense of dull, head-throbbing pain as he felt a massive weight press down upon him, Rat's eyes glancing up to see a face of sheer, frothing rage and fury stare down at him, making the boy damn near feel like he was about to piss himself in fear. At this point, Rat's facemask was hanging onto his head by a thread, a thread which was made even thinner when Rat tried to reach down at his belt for his wrench, only to have it roughly grabbed and pinned to the ground. When his other hand tried to do the same, it was simply crushed against the hard, dirty floor with one powerful jab of the elbow, making Rat let out a surprisingly high-pitched yelp of pain, the sudden motions caused by this struggle to make his facemask come free. It revealed a surprisingly smooth, albeit dirt and engine-grease slathered which looked rather...pretty as far as people in the wastes went. A set of light blue eyes fearfully stared back at Lazar, tearing up slightly as Rat felt the knife pressed tightly against his throat, managing to press down hard enough to draw blood. The old, surplus helmet affixed to his head didn't quite reveal his hair, but from the few stray bangs drifted over his sweat and dirt-strewn face, Lazar would be able to tell that this boy's hair was a brownish, blondish shade in color.

"Y-y-you f-fuck!" the boy underneath him would loudly groan out, voice sounding rather obviously strained, what with having a knife to his throat and all.

[Partner]: Lazar seemed unmoved by the rebellious words, simply staring deep into the boy's eyes in silence for a few minutes. Rat could catch a glimpse of warmth in them, but predominantly desire. The warlord was looking down at his victim with immense lust in his eyes. A crowd soon gathered as Lazar's followers awaited their leader's next move. "Amazing." he muttered, licking his lips as he did. "Absolutely amazing." He lowered his face down to Rat's, so close the boy could feel his attacker's warm, noxious breath. "What is your name, boy? Tell me your name."

[Me]: More or less expecting that his life was about to end, Rat tightly shut his eyes, waiting for the inevitable. However, after a full fifteen seconds or so without feeling the cold, sharp metal blade dig deep into his through, he was a tad bit...perplexed. Still feeling the knife on his throat, and the soft trickle of warm blood drip down the sides of his neck, he slowly opened his eyes to come face to face with Lazar's new gaze. That hulking monster went straight from seething, blistering homicidal rage to...well, Rat couldn't quite explain it. All he knew is that it made him really fucking uncomfortable. Before he knew it, Lazar pushed himself even closer, until that hot, foul-smelling breath was washing over his face in waves that made him loudly gag and wince, trying to turn his head before realizing he had a knife against his throat. "My n-name..." he groaned out, coughing slightly before continuing, "M-my name is g-go fuck y-yourself!"

[Partner]: "What a lovely name." Lazar opened his mouth, extending his slimy, greenish-pink tongue and running it along Rat's cheek. "You taste good. You taste...pure. You were never ravished. Good." the warlord's right hand let go of the boy beneath him and traveled downward, making its way to the runt's chest. "Don't you dare move. I will gut you like a fish." Lazar hissed as he grabbed hold of Rat's armor and started yanking it up and down, tearing pieces of it away until the boy's naked flesh was visible. More and more of the armor went, and soon Rat found himself with a bare chest.

[Me]: Rat squirmed in disgust, his nose scrunching up and eyes wincing, the sensation of that long, fat, slimy tongue traveling against his cheek making him instintively try to kick his legs upwards in protest, only to meet the iron-strong, armored, damn near immovable exterior of the gang-leader. "W-what the f-fuck is wrong with y-you!" he groaned out, a hint of fear in his voice as Lazar shifted his weight off of one of his arms leaving it free, quivering, and somewhat sore. The brief idea of reaching his hand down to grab the rusted wrench at his belt flashed through his mind, soon disappearing as the hulking mass of muscle above him began to carelessly tear away the various layers of clothing and armor strewn across his chest, even managing to tear off the tattered kevlar vest worn underneath his clothes, revealing the boy's bare, rather pale chest to the world. Sweat glistened across his skin in small, clear beads, traveling from his upper-chest where his small, slightly perky nipples were located, down to his incredibly smooth stomach, which was rapidly rising up and down as Rat breathed in multiple frantic, gasping breaths of air. Pure? Never ravished? Rat had a good idea of what this monster was talking about, but he nonetheless didn't want to believe it. Sure, "taking" slaves was pretty common, regardless of their actual gender, but Rat sure as fuck didn't want to be one of those slaves. Especially since the thought of even having sex normally with a man never once entered his mind, and his actual experience with women boiled down to the caravan of prostitutes that would occasionally stop by their gang hideout twice a year. Needless to say, as he noticed the primal, perverse lust in Lazar's eyes, he became incredibly more worried than he was when he thought he was going to simply burn to death.

[Partner]: Lazar looked down, his eyes bouncing between his victim's face and his bare, pale chest. With a slight hissing sound Lazar jumped back, relieving Rat of his weight for just a few seconds before grabbing the boy by his legs and hoisting him upwards by the legs, pushing the boy against him at the same time. The warlord grabbed hold of the boy's pants, violently pulling them towards him again and again until they tore and let loose, causing the boy's crotch (now only covered in crude undergarments) to bump into his chest. With a swift jerking motion, Lazar pulled Rat's crotch into his face, taking in its smell with sharp, wheezy breaths. "Perfect. Perfect!" he exclaimed. The crowd of Dead Moon spectators was visibly confused.

[Me]: Obviously not exactly liking the direction this routine gang-killing was heading, Rat figured he had a better chance trying to grab his wrench than he did just lying back and allowing this to happen. Hell, if he was lucky, he'd manage to dent the other side of Lazar's face, the one that wasn't already covered in metal plates. Waiting for a decent chance, the feeling of Lazar's hot, noxious breath up against his bare chest incredibly unsettling, Rat finally got an opportunity when the hulking gang-boss leaped back, giving him just enough time to clench his free hand around the handle of his wrench. Just as he felt like he got a decent grip and was ready to strike back, the boy felt his legs yanked upwards from underneath him, his entire slim, light body being yanked upwards like a twig in Lazar's grasp, hand still stubbornly clinging onto the rusted, hefty wrench. Before he knew it, the beast-like raider was rapidly jerking his entire body up and down in an attempt to tear his pants free, only causing Rat to panic visibly as his arm started weakly swinging at Lazar's thighs, loudly thudding up against them but otherwise causing any pain or need for alarm. The sensation of having his pants torn free by the obviously sex-minded raider caused both an intense, fearful shiver to run down his spine and his hands to nervously shake, causing him to lose his loose grip on the wrench, the hunk of metal loudly clattering against the ground as he was yanked up further. His crotch, which was more or less covered in a loose set of scrap-cloth barely sewn together, was soon lifted up to Lazar's face, his sniffing, flaring nostrils able to now detect the sweaty, yet almost...sweet natural scent coming off of his groin, smelling to the gang-boss more like a light perfume when compared to the strong, unwashed, god-awful stench emanating off of most of his soldiers. "F-fucking let me down! N-Not all of the H-Hellhounds are dead, we still got cars o-out there man, they'll c-come looking for me and f-fucking gut you when they find out w-what you've done!"

[Partner]: "Then we shall feast on their flesh together." Lazar stated, a newfound calmness emanating from his grotesque face. Rat's underwear suffered the same faith as the rest of his outfit, and soon nothing but tiny bits of cloth remained, revealing the boy's nether regions. The warlord looked down at his lover's boy bits with a hazy stare, as if he was lost in a daydream. This was perfect. It really was. No woman has ever impressed Lazar as much as this pathetic, beautiful creature's delicate flesh has. Slightly trembling, he brushed his fingertip against Rat's flaccid cock, sliding downwards across his ballsack right up to his tight, pink pucker. Rat could spy a sizeable bulge growing larger and larger in the warlord's pants.

[Me]: "What the f-fuck are you even talking about? Did y-you fucking hear me?! They'll come for me, and then they s-sure as fuck will come for you and all of these Dead M-Moon fu-" was all that he was able to frantically scream out, before he felt his loose undergarments tear free from his body, leaving his body completely nude in front of the entire gang and its warlord leader. His fists were now rapidly pounding and slamming against Lazar's legs once his entire body was naked, more so hurting himself than he was the massive warlord who seemed to be looking down at him with an absolute sense of awe. Rat's own shaft and balls were certainly small, rather below average and certainly not at a size that would even slightly impress someone, but they had a certain...cute appearance to them both. Surprising, there was a complete lack of hair across his groin and his entire body for the most part, Rat's genes being such that he was never able to grow much body-hair, which some of his closer friends found somewhat hilarious. "G-get your fucking hands off of m- Oh my g-god, what the hell are you d-doing?!" he groaned out, shutting his eyes as he felt Lazar's thick finger slowly trail down from his flaccid cock, down his balls, his smooth taint, then landing on his completely unused, clean pink pucker, causing him to shiver once more in disgust. If he was disgusted enough just from that finger and where it was pushing up against alone, seeing Lazar's large bulge begin to grow underneath his pants made matters even worse, making Rat fear for himself even more so than before.

[Partner]: "Beautiful. But you need to learn your place." Lazar muttered, dropping the boy down on the ground as if he was a discarded toy. He unzipped his pants, immidiately assaulting Rat's nostrils with a thick, piercing stench, potent enough to make one's eyes water if its source was to be pressed upon their face. The source itself was no less disgusting, a gargantuan, throbbing rod of flesh covered with grime, sweat and various juices of another origin. Lazar moved towards the boy, his thick, filthy cock standing proud as a monument to his arousal. He grabbed the boy by his arms and positioned himself over him, tilting Rat's behind and placing it just below his tool, sloppily letting his massive member rest on the pink tender flesh. "Are you ready, boy? This may hurt, but you need to fight through it. You will feel good when you succeed." Lazar said, speaking as calmly as he did before.

[Me]: "M-My place is shoving that fucking knife of yours into your stomach!" Rat stubbornly growled back in response, before his tough-guy demeanor was broken by the sudden drop to the ground, his mouth letting out a high-pitched yelp as his bare body hit the rocky, dirt-covered ground below, making him groan out in pain. Before the boy even knew Lazar had unzipped his pants, he could smell something foul added to the area around him. It smelled like flesh that had been unwashed or properly maintained in god knew how long, the smell immediately making him gag and cough loudly as he tried to breath in through his mouth. Rat only realized what it was when he glanced around, just in time to catch that mighty, powerful, filthy tool in all of its horror-inspiring glory, before his arms were promptly yanked up and his tight, virgin rear positioned so the warlod's cock was resting upon it. "Nnnngh, you're g-going to fucking regret this! I'll f-fucking tear you limb from limb personally, you sick f-fuck! The Hellhounds are g-going to be here any minute now, and you're g-going to be fucked!"

[Partner]: Lazarus trembled at the thought of what was happening, and shivered when he thought about what was going to happen in just a few seconds. Overwhelmed with a rush of joy rampaging through his mind, the leader of the Dead Moons began laughing, his rough, raspy cackle echoing throughout the wastes around them. Without ceasing his laughter, he spread the Hellhound's tight little pucker as far as he could and pressed his thick, hard cock against it, pushing slowly before tearing its way inside. The initial penetration was grueling and slow, causing Rat considerable pain and coating his new master's cock with blood from his virgin asshole. As it fully made its way inside, Lazar leaned in to the now deflowered boy, ceased his laughter and whispered "I'm sorry. You need to suffer to be mine."

[Me]: If the two vastly different, opposed men (although calling Rat a man certainly seemed like a stretch, especially in this scenario) had one thing in common, it was the fact they were both trembling. However, Rat was mainly trembling in fear, especially since his tight, virgin hole was now posed before that monstrous shaft. Even just staring at it briefly, Rat was able to come to the conclusion that was without a doubt, the biggest cock he's ever seen. Hell, even the people in his gang who would cockily brag about their cock-sizes wouldn't lie about having something that big, because it was just too ridiculous to imagine! But there he was, having his tight, perky little cheeks being spread apart, until that incredibly tight, pink pucker was being pressed up against that club-like shaft. "Nnnnnghhhh, I'm g-going to fucking kill you if you don't f-fucking stop right now! I'm s-serious, I c-can reach my f-fucking wrench from here, oh fuck n-no!" he at first screamed out in rage, before letting out a terrified groan as he felt the massive muscle above him begin to exert force on his hole, not giving him the mercy of even a strand of spit as lube. Rat's hands rapidly twitched and stretched outwards, fingers instinctively trying to reach out for anything that could pull him away from what was happening, hell, even his legs began to rapidly kick once more despite the fact it wouldn't help with anything. As that cock pushed harder and harder against his hole, initially meeting enough resistance that it was unable to slip inside, the pain became incredibly intense, the boy gasping and loudly crying out in pain as he felt the sheer strength of the warlord above him force that shaft past his initial defenses, slowly but surely sliding into him inch by inch. While he occasionaly met some resistance, which would then be roughly broken through, the massive warlord was managing to slide into him, tearing him up inside the entire way. Rat's insides felt as if they were on fire right now, the boy able to feel each tear, sudden leakage of blood, and sharp stab of pain as his hole was given absolutely no mercy, a steady trickle of blood completely smearing along the part of Lazar's monster-cock that was inside of him, before leaking out in a steady trickle onto the man's crotch. "L-let me go l-let me goooooo!"

[Partner]: As his cock made it all the way inside Rat, it started to retreat, bringing with it another wave of blood. As it almost reached the exit of the boy's body, it returned with doubled strength and started rhytmically moving in and out, drawing more and more blood with each thrust. "I feel so good inside you! Your insides were made for me!" Lazar snarled, pausing inbetween some of the words to let out small grunts of pleasure. His cock, slimy by default from the gruel and filth that covered it, started dripping with precum, mixing the vulgar fluid with Rat's blood. "Feel me. Feel me, boy! I want you to feel my love!" the warlord exclaimed on top of his lungs as his thrusts increased in tempo. Moving his right hand upwards, he grabbed hold of one of the boy's teats and started toying with it, twisting and pulling the little nob of flesh.

[Me]: Nearly on the verge of crying from the overwhelming amount of pain, Rat could begin to feel that warlord's massive shaft begin to slowly pull out of his hole, letting a stream of blood follow his cock as it splashed against his member, turning it an odd, mixed red-ish brown color. The comparatively cool air hitting is briefly exposed asshole made him shiver, his mouth sucking up massive breaths of air as he was given momentary respite, loud, pain-filled groans still escaping his mouth in these brief few seconds. "Y-you s-sick f-f-fuck..." was all he was able to stammer out before Lazar slammed back inside his bleeding hole at a renewed pace, able to use the copious amount of blood from the boy, and thick, leaking precum from his filthy shaft to pound into the poor thing with absolute abandon, simply tearing up Rat's insides even further so Lazar had a sickly pleasurable, warm coating of blood all along his raging member. At this point, Rat's loud, still stubborn curses were now intermingled with the occasional sob, tears now regularly streaming down his face as his hole was painfully and humiliatingly violated, the tears ironically enough slightly cleaning his dirtied face. "I'm g-going to k-kill...f-fucking k-kill you..." he weakly groaned out, sniffling a few times afterwards. Out of all of the things that had happened however, the warlord's sudden grasp upon one of his "breasts" surprised him the mouth, his eyes once again opening wide as he felt a sudden, hyper-sensitive burst of...he wasn't quite sure he knew, or if so, didn't went to admit it even mentally. "Oh g-god, n-noooo! N-not there, j-just f-fucking s-stop-p!"

[Partner]: The more Rat cried, the faster and harder the jabs became, lunging a bit further inside of his body with the second. With a big heave, the monstrous cock hammering away at his nether regions entered his stomach, causing a considerable bulge to appear as it poked at his belly from the inside. As it did, Lazar pulled at Rat's nipple even harder, sending him terrible pain from two fronts before letting the teat go. The warlord bowed forward yet again, this time unleashing his tongue upon his victim's face, scooping up the boy's tears with his tongue. "Don't cry. Fight it. Be strong." Lazar muttered.

[Me]: Things, Rat thought, obviously couldn't get any worse. All of his buddies, well, at least people who were technically his buddies, were dead around him. Meanwhile, a rival gang was all looking on in confusion as his virgin rear was absolutely torn open by some slobbering, sadistic warlord, all while he futilely cried and screamed out threats. But clearly, Rat was obviously very wrong, especially when he felt something even more painful inside of him, prompting a new, stronger trickle of blood. Glancing down, his eyes would visibly bulge as he saw the outline of Lazar's monstrous shaft bulging out his stomach, nearly making him feel as if he had to vomit. To further add more insult to injury (or in this case, more injury to injury), the brute would tightly yank on his incredibly sensitive nipple even harder despite his protests, causing Rat's back to arch and stretch upwards, his head angling backwards as a deafening, high-pitched scream of pain escaped his throat. As he panted between screams, Lazar leaned forward, sliding that tongue alongside his tear-streamed cheeks.

"I'm g-going to f-fucking..." he'd try to say, before sobbing loudly and sniffling, "f-fucking kill y-you..."

[Partner]: "No. No." Lazar blurted out, shaking his head as if talking to a disobedient child. As he did, he pushed himself even further into the sobbing mess beneath him, bringing a good length of his cock into the boy's stomach. Continuing his anal assault, he started a series of short gasps, followed by a quick, muttered "Loooove me". The instant the words left his mouth, he moved his lips against Rat's, driving onto them and letting his vile, oversized tongue invade his victim's mouth. Wildly slamming at the boy's inner walls, both anal and oral, he erupted with a burst of thick, white seed, his cock throbbing wildly while it filled the boy's belly with his filthy cum. Not removing his lips from Rat's, he let out a loud groan, causing a wave of grimy spit to wash over the inside of the boy's mouth. Having filled both the boy's holes with his juices, Lazar released his mouth's embrace, leaning backwards and basking in the afterglow while his member still spewed forth remnants of its seed in Rat's stomach. "You are now my property. I love you." Lazar stated.

[Me]: Rat was prepared to take a break from his sobbing and verbal expression of the overwhelming, now eye-sight fogging, throbbing pain spreading through his entire body to throw another insult Lazar's way, but having that thick, forearm sized shaft slam into him in its entirety, followed by the warlord's mouth suddenly wrapping around his own tender lips left him little opportunity to talk back. If Lazar's breath smelled bad enough to make him want to vomit, the presence of that filthy, saliva-leaking tongue writhing about inside of his maw and forcing that noxious breath down his throat was even worse, the sheer disgusting toxicity of it all making him unable to even go with his original plan of biting down upon Lazar's tongue, simply remaining near motionless and stunned as his mouth was coated and stained with the hulking beast's spit. While this happened, Lazar's cock erupted inside of him, shooting a practical torrent of thick, slightly off-colored, seed that felt as if it had the consistency of tar deep inside of his ruined, bleeding hole. A muffled, low groan of pain escaped his lips, only giving Lazar a better opportunity to seep all of his foul-tasting spit into the boy's mouth, until it almost felt as if it was overflowing entirely with the man's saliva. Stomach slightly expanding from the sheer amount of jizz being pumped into him, Rat's mouth was finally allowed freedom from Lazar's own disgusting maw, the boy simply leaning back up against his body as his eyes rolled upwards from the painful, overwhelming experience, cum still violently bursting inside of his hole and intermingling with the blood, eventually leaking out of his hole in a red-ish white mixture onto the ground below.

"G-gonna f-fucking...s-shoot...uuuunnnghhh..." was the only sentence his mind could feasibly form, his vision getting hazy as his entire body was impaled and used like a simple fuck-sleave atop that massive pillar of cock, before he promptly just gave up, going limp as his vision went black.

=========================================================================================================================================

[Partner]: The cracked marble-plate covered walls of "The Red Moon" gave off an eerie glow, reflecting the gamut of lights placed all over the decrepit building. The different glares flowed together, making the predominant color a mixture of yellow and red that gave off an uncanny atmosphere. Sitting in the middle of the main room of the penthouse at the top of the nightclub was a lone bathtub, surrounded by the aforementioned lighting native to this environment. The bathtub was surrounded with several buckets of water, and the two figures currently using it cast bizarre shadows on their surroundings. Adding to the peculiar atmosphere were the remains of the once luxurious room, expensive furniture now desperately trying not to fall apart, paintings and curtains riddled with bulletholes and a wide variety of trash and debris littering the floors.

Lazar carefully laid Rat down in the bathtub, admiring the boy's body as he did. The bandit leader was overjoyed. Not only did he stumble upon something truly beautiful in the barren wastes, he managed to obtain it and make it his. There was still much work to be done, but one day the frail boy before him would be a perfect lover, someone he truly could care for. Lazar reached down for one of the buckets and poured a portion of its contents out over his Rat's body, going down from his head to his toes. After all, being covered in dirt and motor-oil wasn't befitting of such beauty.

[Me]: After his incredibly painful..."experience" with Lazar, his supposed new owner, Rat was reduced to at first unconscious, followed by half-conscious and incredibly pain-wracked, wreck. He was kept naked on their journey back to the Dead Moon base, his body on display to the entire gang who was still no doubt incredibly confused about their leader's newfound fixation on this random boy. The crying had stopped by now, at least, Rat managed to somewhat keep himself together despite the fact his hole was roughly and ludicrously gaped, left-over cum still seeping out of him as he shivered and clutched his sides on the ride to the Dead Moon's base in Lazar's car. He remained incredibly silent, a look of pure, unfiltered hatred in his eyes, the only responses coming out of his mouth when Lazar attempted to converse with the boy being simple, unapologetic "Fuck you."'s and whatever other curses he could think up at the time. Soon enough, he was carried into the Dead Moon base by the warlord himself, despite the argument and struggling that went on beforehand where Rat clearly preferred walking on his one two legs, despite how shaky and weak they were after their little encounter. This preference was really just an excuse for Rat to eventually try and make a break for it, but there wasn't exactly much point in protesting what Lazar wanted to do, especially since he was able to sweep him up in his arms and carry him around like a twig at a moment's notice.

Before he knew it, Rat was at the very highest floor within the large nightclub, within the fancy penthouse where the boss resided. The place sure as hell looked better than the old Hellhound hideout, better defended too, and would no doubt be one hell of a pain to get out of. Rat was determined however, cause there was no way in hell he'd suffer living as this metal monster's plaything for any longer than he had to. Clutching his sides and trying to hide as much of his naked body as possible as he was placed in the tub, Rat scowled at the hulking mass of muscle in front of him. "Shitty place you've got here for you and your god-damned henchmen. Hellhound's got a better place." he growled out in hatred, soon caught off guard however by the sudden cold bucket of water poured over his frame, making him loudly gasp and shiver as he tightly hugged his body even further. "G-god fucking d-dammit!"

[Partner]: "If the Hellhounds would've had a better place we would've taken it from them." Lazar replied with a collected, almost serene voice. He grabbed hold of a sponge and submerged it in another bucket. The boy could feel the warlord's iron grip on his back, pushing him closer to his master and steering his movements in a way which allowed the rough, coarse texture of the sponge to work his body, starting at his chest. The rubbed skin soon turned red, irritated by this harsh new sensation yet somewhat calmed by the cold water that leaked out of the sponge. "Are you ready to tell me your name?"

[Me]: "Hah! As if. You would of ran into a shit-load of guns, and we would of wiped the floor with you in minutes!" he defiantly replied back, scowling even more so when he realize that Lazar was going to bathe him himself. "I can fucking clean my own body, you know that right?" he said as he was forced to uncomfortably inch closer, until that sponge was roughly grinding up against his skin, making Rat bite down on his lip as his pale skin turned a bright shade of red, the cool water soon relieving that feeling and making his body feel a little bit at ease, well, save for how damn much his deflower pucker felt. "The answer is still for you to go fuck yourself, jackass."

[Partner]: A faint, somewhat doubting smile unfurled on Lazar's face upon hearing his toy's defiant words. "I like your energy. Your rebellious spirit. How you still resist after being claimed as my property. You will make for a great wife." he replied, a bit more emotion shining through his words. As he continued scrubbing the boy's body, he moved on to his back and his arms before making his way to his armpits. The sensitive skin sent shivers throughout Rat's frame. The tingling of irritated skin turned into pain after a while.

[Me]: Rat was pissed off even further by Lazar's attitude. He LIKED his "rebellious spirit"? Was this all just one big joke to him? And wife? Rat didn't quite like the idea of being claimed as someone's wife, especially if it meant doing what Lazar did to him back at the rest-stop every day. The thought sent a shiver down the boy's spine that wasn't just caused by Lazar's sudden focus on his back. "I'm not ANYONE'S property, and I'm sure as fuck not going to be your wife. Just you fucking wait, rest of the Hellhound's are gonna be here any day now. They'll gun all you sick fucks done and I'll be outta here like nothing happened!" he stubbornly insisted, wincing as the muscled warlord's scrubbing got harder and harder over time, before he moved onto Rat's incredibly sensitive armpits. They were both smooth, pale, and almost sweet-smelling, which seemed to only make Lazar want to scrub them even further, causing the grunts and groans of pain to escape Rat's mouth become even louder as time progressed. "O-ow! Fuck, fuck! Jesus fucking christ you sick fuck, you're fucking h-hurting me!"

[Partner]: The sight of the tender skin turning crimson awakened lust in Lazar's heart once again. Leaning in closer to take a look at his handywork, the steel-faced bandit climbed into the bathtub, drawn to the unusual aroma the irritated membrane released. With a wild look in his eyes, he pushed his weight on Rat again, continuing to scrub his arms and his sides as his face burrowed itself deep into the boy's right armpit, his tongue lapping away at the maroon spot. As uncomfortable as this situation might've been to Rat himself, his master's viscous tongue calmed the burning sensation the sponge has brought upon him.

[Me]: "Did you hear me, or are you as stupid as you look? You're fucking HURTING m-" was all he could angrily yell out as a crazed, focused look spread across Lazar's face, the massive brute climbing over the side of the bathtub and forcing his large frame inside, causing the pooled up water to displace and loudly splash around. "W-wait, what the fuck are you d-doing?! Get away from me!" Rat would try to protest, futilely pounding his weak fists against Lazar's iron-tough sides as the warlord feverishly began rubbing the boy's sides, causing them to turn bright red as the irritating pain caused Rat to let out a series of high-pitched yelps and groans of discomfort. But matters, as they typically have been so far, only got progressively worse from there. That fat, saliva-dripping, and absolutely disgusting tongue darted out of the bandit's mouth again, diving forward into Rat's underarm, lapping rapidly at the slighty sweaty, sweat, clean fragrance coating it. While the scrubbing sensation was still as painful and made his body rapidly squirm underneath Lazar's weight, the licking was oddly...relieving, removing much of the discomfort he felt before. That sure as fuck didn't mean Rat enjoyed this however, his hands now pounding on the beast's back as he cried out in protest. "Get the fuck off of me! Can you fucking understand english? I'll f-fucking kill you!"

[Partner]: Without paying any mind to the Rat's protests, Lazar's tongue kept scouring the boy's armpit, vigorously pushing down upon his flesh and soaking up every drop of sweat it could find. As he did, the sponge kept brushing up and down harder and harder, eventually drawing blood. Noticing this out of the corner of his eye, his tongue stopped its assault and his eyes widened. His head traveled to the small, bleeding gash on Rat's side with a quick jerking motion, taking a minute to inspect the injury. "I'm sorry. I truly am." Lazar muttered, bringing his mouth down on the boy's side and fully covering the wound as his slimy muscle came in contact with Rat's flesh yet again, scooping up the blood as it was sucked into the bandit's maw.

[Me]: Crying out loudly in pain now, Rat did everything he could to at least give himself the illusion that he was fighting back, Legs repeatedly jabbed out at the bandit's thighs, fists pounded up against his hardened muscles, he even tried to claw at his shoulders and draw blood, but the skin was simply too thick. Before he knew it, the scrubbing had gotten so hard, that Rat began to feel the warm, soon-to-be-familiar trickle of blood began to seep down the side that Lazar got a little...too enthusiastic with. Tears forming in his eyes as he bit down on his lip, staring with pure hatred at the warlord, Rat didn't feel one bit better even as the man worriedly apologized. This guy was fucking insane, there was no way he wasn't! How could he be so horrifyingly disgusting one moment, and then go back to nice, polite, and willing to apologize the next. "Y-you fucking better be! When I g-get out of here, every single drop of blood I b-bleed, I'm g-going to make sure you let out twice as m-" was what he managed to get out before Lazar darted forward again, wrapping his mouth around the bleeding wound, that wet, slimy tongue draping across it and slurping up his blood, making Rat rapidly twitch and squirm under his tongue. "Nnn-nnngh, j-just f-fucking stop! T-that feels...oh g-god, s-stop!"

[Partner]: "Good? Does it feel good?" Lazar asked, wiping his mouth with his arm as he lifted himself up from the wound. "It feels good for me. Your blood tastes pure. Have you used many chems in your life?" Without waiting for his frail victim to respond, he continued his scrubbing, moving on to the boy's nether regions. As the sponge neared his genitals, Lazar withdrew it and tossed it into a bucket of water. "No, no, that's too sensitive. I don't want to hurt you again." he muttered, grabbing hold of Rat's legs with his hands and yanking his crotch into his face. The thick piece of muscle slid out of this mouth again, slightly tapping at the boy's cute penis before sliding downwards, washing over the area surrounding it. "This feels good, yes?" Lazar said as his repellent, iniquitous tongue spread its foul juices over Rat's undersized ballsack.

[Me]: "F-Fuck no! It's f-fucking disgusting!" he groaned out in response, a slight trickle of blood still coming from his wound as Lazar pulled back, asking him a question. Although his scrubbing had already continued, getting worryingly lower and lower as he formulated a response. "None of y-your fucking business asshole!" was the only thing he could feasibly reply with at this point, especially since that harsh sponge was just about to begin scrubbing at his completely flaccid, tiny cock dangling from his crotch. "Oh, a-afraid of hurting me now, are you? Y-yeah fucking right, d-doubt this'll be the l-" he tried to say, him being unable to really complete his sentences turning into a routine thing at this point, a sharp, surprised gasp escaping his lips as his crotch was yanked up and that dexterous, wet muscle lashed out at his tiny penis, enveloping his sensitive member in that warm, filthy saliva and causing Rat's body to shake. "N-no, it d-doesn't fucking f-feel good! H-how many times do I have to t-tell you, I don't like o-other guys!" he tried to protest, stammering repeatedly as the sudden, sensitive sensations caused him to visibly shiver and squirm. Despite what he was saying, that little shaft began to slowly grow as Lazar's tongue teased it, much to Rat's sheer humiliation as he blushed, trying desperately not to get hard.

[Partner]: As he dextrously manouvered around his toy's little cock, his own member hardened, visible even through his pants. The boy's reaction only seemed to fuel his lust even more. "Don't fight it. It's nothing to be embarassed about." Lazar said, briefly pausing his teasing before taking the entire length of Rat's pecker into his mouth, suckling on it as if it was a piece of candy more than it was a dick. His tongue pressed up against it even as it was being sucked on, pushing into it and trying to pry its tip into the boy's foreskin without much success. As the vacuum-like strength of Lazar's mouth increased, Rat could feel his limit approaching, ready to burst any moment now.

[Me]: "I'm n-not hard because I like this, y-you sick asshole! It's my b-body's natural reaction, I c-can't fucking help it!" he groaned out, mouth hanging open and his eyes damn nearly rolling upwards in sheer over-sensitivity as Lazar completely engulfed his cute little cock, fat tongue nearly able to completely wrap around it and bathe it in his warm saliva. The sensation soon proved to be far too much for Rat to handle, and although the sheer thought of having to do this made him mad and humiliated beyond belief, it was next to impossible to hold back at this point. "I f-fucking hate y-you!" was the last thing he growled out before another gasp escaped his lips, his cock rapidly throbbing and pulsating as it began to spew tiny rope after tiny rope of jizz into Lazar's mouth, Rat's body shaking and convulsing rapidly as his tiny little cock spewed out a surprising amount of cum into the warlord's eager mouth!

[Partner]: The moment Rat erupted into his mouth, Lazar's face contorted, twisting itself into a freakish grimace. Jumping up from the boy's crotch like a wild animal, the warlord pried open Rat's lips with his fingers and deposited the contents of his maw inside, letting a disgusting mess of his own spit and the boy's cum sloppily drip inside, growling like an animal throughout the whole process. His movements became wilder, and he didn't seem to care about hurting the boy anymore as he violently stretched out his mouth far beyond comfortable levels. An aura of both rage and lust could be felt around him.

[Me]: Rat was at least relieved that him finishing up like this likely meant that this was over, at least for now. If he was lucky, he'd be given a chance to rest, and a chance to rest meant more time spent plotting his escape. But once more as the boy glanced down, that freakish, horrifying look spread across Lazar's face, making his blood run cold as the hulking brute jumped forward, pulling off of his little cock as it slowly began to go soft. Before Rat could even try to scramble away, the warlord was on him, roughly and carelessly pinning him down, causing the boy's mouth to open up and groan in pain. Unfortunately for Rat, that meant Lazar had a perfect opportunity to latch his lip onto the boy's, despoting that load of spit intermingle with the slave's own seed, stretching his mouth open in such a way it hurt so damn bad, Rat was unable to try to shut his mouth from the sheer pain and need to keep it open in order to cry out loudly. Yet his cries were muffled by Lazar's own mouth, and instead, he was forced to quiver and groan as his tastebuds were tainted with the taste of his own cum and the warlord's saliva, damn near threatening to choke and drown the boy, who defiantly refused to swallow any of it despite the fact the pain was getting worse.

[Partner]: "Swallow it!" Lazar shouted, drops of spittle flying out of his mouth and onto the boy below him. "Swallow all of it. Right now, you disgusting little bitch. NOW!" His fingers dug deeper into Rat's flesh, almost nearing the point of drawing blood. Even though no actual injury was inflicted just yet, the pain kept getting worse with the second as the boy's punished mouth began turning a darker shade of red. Lazar removed his fingers from inside the disobedient rat's mouth, causing the stretched membrane to come together with a loud plopping sound. With a sharp, ominous movement his right hand flew upwards, only to come down on the boy's cheek just a second after. The blow was enough to split his delicate skin open, causing a stream of blood to burst through. "Don't make me say it again, you fucking faggot. Swallow."

[Me]: An incomprehensible, garbled groan escaped the boy's mouth as it overflowed with spit and cum. Rat occasionally gagged and foolishly tried to breath, simply making that pool of juices inside of his maw gargle and bubble upwards, all while he felt as if his jaw was damn near ready to be completely wrenched free from the confines of his skull. The pain was rapidly getting worse as time went on, Rat knowing fully well that if it got any worse, he'd potentially black-out, and god only knew what would happen to him after that. But despite this, the hatred and stubborness present in the boy caused him to initially refuse this at first, his eyes fiercely and strongly glaring back at Lazar's own, trying his best to broadcast a clear "Fuck You" without the use of his mouth. Soon afterwards, those thick fingers were slipped free from within his mouth, causing his teeth to loudly and painfully snap against each other as Rat instinctively reached up to his mouth to clutch it, only to be completely defenseless as Lazar's fist was brought down upon the left side of his face, knocking the boy onto his side as his head sharply collied with the side of the tub. With a copious stream of blood spewing out of the fresh cut, which was no doubt going to bruise up nastily after this, Rat could be seen visibly crying, clutching his wound as he still kept that mouthful of filth in his mouth. But despite his desperate motivation to resist, the way Lazar uttered out that last sentence filled him with an overwhelming sense of dread, and his self-preserving interests kicked in. So completely humiliating and bleeding, Rat shuddered as he slowly swallowed that massive mess of cum and spit, immediately gagging and feeling as if he had to vomit as soon as it slid down his throat and into his gut.

"F-fuck...y-you..."

[Partner]: "Good boy, good boy. Now, listen here you piece of human fucking garbage. You are going to do exactly what I tell you to when I tell you to or I will carve a fucking hole in your chest and fuck it until you die a slow and agonizing death. You got that?" Lazar blurted out. His words were loud and fast, turning nearly inaudible about halfway through. Still, one wouldn't dare to ask for someone as pissed as Lazar was to repeat himself. Seething with anger, the warlord jumped out of the bathtub, nearly flipping it over in the process. Hoisting up one of the water buckets, he flipped it over above Rat's head, causing  the sizeable amount of the fluid within to come down on the boy's head. Leaving the little faggot reeling, Lazar walked off, shouting instructions as he did. "When I come back I want to see you standing in that bathtub with your ass sticking out. Or, if you want, you can experience real pain."

[Me]: Rat huddled up in the corner of that bathtub, arms tightly wrapped around his legs as he stared at Lazar, who at this point had changed from a caring, almost sweet (although it was more a sickly sweet to Rat at this point), to an angry, fed-up, teeming mass of rage that was more in line with the warlord he came across when they first fought. Blood still seeping from the welt on his cheek, Rat was so horrified that he barely flinched as the water dumped over his head, simply staring right at Lazar as his body rapidly quivered. No responses, not even insults came out of his mouth in response, his terrified mind only able to realize he had an opportunity to be alone. Fearing the sanctity of his hole, which still frankly hurt incredibly from their last little encounter, his fear-stricken mind reasoned that whatever he had in store for him would likely be far better than being treated like some simple, girly fuck-toy. His eyes immediately began to scan the room, looking for an escape route, or potentially something he could use as a weapon to aid his escape. There was little around in the form of traditional weaponry, only a few shattered bottles and large shards of glass strewn in the corners of the room from whatever party was held in here before. But then, his eyes fell upon what appeared to be a section of pipe that was snapped in half, to a smaller, knife-sized tool. One end looked somewhat jagged and sharp-looking, and would likely serve as the best weapon he could afford to use. So quickly scrambling over to grab it, hiding it behind his back with one hand, he quickly hid his body against the wall adjacent to the door Lazar would enter in through, hoping that the man would be unable to detect him until he walked into the room, exposing his back to the boy.

[Partner]: As Lazar walked into the room, his gaze fell upon the pathetic fucking coward that laid in wait behind the door. "You STUPID FUCKING CUNT!" the warlord bellowed, his voice powerful enough to cause a bit of dust to descent from the ceiling above them. Before Rat could react, the steel-faced berserker grabbed hold of his throat, his fingers digging deep into his flesh as blood seeped out uderneath them. "Who the fuck do you think I am, faggot? Do you think I'm some kind of fucking fool? What the fuck were you thinking?" Lazar shouted, his eyes bulging out inbetween the metal bars keeping his face together. Taking deep, heavy breaths, the bandit lifted Rat up from the ground and started walking, holding the stupid weakling high up in the air as he did. "You are so fucking pathetic. You tried that trick on me already. It wont work. It will never work. You don't fuck-" Lazar ceased his tirade as he neared one of the walls of the room. With a barbaric grunt, he threw Rat against the wall, snarling like a madman as the boy's body hit the ground, his head landing just a few inches distance from the bandit leader's shoe.

[Me]: Rat could feel his heart rapidly pounding within his chest as he heard the loud, heavy footsteps of the warlord echo throughout the hallway leading to the penthouse. Trying to breath as quietly as he could, but finding it difficult due to the overwhelming amount of fear he was feeling, his hands quivered and shook as he tightly gripped the metal pipe until his knuckles turned a shade of white. With the sharp bar poised backwards, ready to thrust forward like a spear, the door was suddenly thrust open, and Lazar spotted him within moments. Before he could even jab his weapon forward, Lazar sprung forward with an adrenaline-pumped, inhuman amount of speed, his massive hand wrapping around his neck almost completely and roughly throttling him, the boy dropping the pipe to the ground as his hands instinctively reached up to the tight vice around his throat, clawing at Lazar's hand as blood began to stain the warlord's enclosed hand.

"I'm g-going...to f-fucking...k-kill you..." Rat managed to gasp out in a voice that sounded completely devoid of air as his face turned red, and not just from the blood still leaking from his cheek. Without even responding, Lazar simply lifted him upwards by the neck, the boy's legs pointlessly kicking and flailing about as he did so, Rat staring down at Lazar with an overwhelming sense of rage his body simply couldn't act out upon. He looked defiant even as his body was thrown aside, colliding against the wall with a loud, deafening, and sickening thud, his form falling into a clump on the ground as Rat clutched his pain-racked body, more than certain that something had broken just then. Blood spilling out of his mouth, cheek, and parts of his throat, the boy shook rapidly, before somehow managing to slowly push himself up onto his knees, then his feet again. Somehow in his painful state of mind, he was able to get past the aching, stabbing sensation spread across his entire body, spitting a wad of blood onto the ground as tears formed in his eyes once again, his gaze locking onto Lazar's. Without saying a word Rat lurched forward, weakly bringing up his fist and sending it towards the man's chest. Rat was a bit of a coward, sure. But god-damn it, this boy was foolishly determined to an incredible level, and the fact that he wasn't thrown unconscious after him colliding roughly with the wall was a miracle in itself.

[Partner]: The boy's punch connected, but it was as if he was hitting a brick wall. The strike hurt the frail rat more than it hurt anyone else, sending a shockwave through his already weak body. "If only you would have faced me like this just a second ago, then I would have given you a chance. But no such luck now. You will suffer." Lazar gnarled through his teeth, baring his inhuman fangs. Rat could see Lazar's arm moving through the air, and then there was only pain. A blow powerful enough to smash through a wall blew through Rat's side, cracking a few of his ribs and shaking up his internal organs. The boy was folded in two by the blow, clutching his side before he crumbled on the ground. "You will suffer. Your life is forfeit." Lazar declared. He knelt down and grabbed the boy's arm, dragging him on the ground behind him as he went on to walk into another room.

[Me]: His fist landed against that iron-tough chest with a loud thud, the boy recoiling in pain and stepping backwards as he clutched his fist. "F-Fuck o-off! I'm f-fighting y-you now, t-this me ch-" he tried to say, interrupted by a sudden bought of hacking coughs, blood spewing out from his lips before he continued. "T-this is m-me challenging y-you!" Despite his weak attempts to try to get another chance at attacking the massive, hulking brute, Lazar simply responded back by sending another flying fist down at his side, Rat's mouth opening wide in surprise and his eyes bulging out in shock as a crack emanated throughout the room, a few ribs loudly breaking as he crumpled onto the ground, still conscious yet unable to speak as air wheezed out of his throat. His mind wanted him to resist further, bite the warlord, kick back, do ANYTHING, but his body was simply too weak to follow through, his arm being cruelly yanked upwards as he was dragged along like a light sack, still gasping for air and trying to speak as he clutched his side, more blood being coughed up in the process.

[Partner]: After some time, Lazar simply let loose of Rat's hand, leaving him a bloody, broken mess on the ground. Rat could see that his surroundings have changed, as he was now in a room clad entirely in pink and reddish colors. A minibar, a few lockers, red lights, curtains, fluffy pink pillows, satin sheets and various other somewhat tacky luxurious items, either broken or modified by the bandits. Something rattled, and one of the lockers was opened. Then the pathetic mess of a human being was lifted up from the ground again. Lazar brought Rat into an upright position, holding him by his bloody throat again, and pushed him against a wall, pinning him to it with his knee. As he did, he started fastening restraints connected to the wall, binding the boy's limbs in place. "You will suffer like you have never suffered before. You'll learn not to disobey me then." Lazar stated. He turned around, fiddled a bit with a briefcase and then revealed a sizeable hypodermic needle filled with a cyan-colored fluid that bubbled as it moved. "You got anything to say while you can still talk? Soon you will only scream."

[Me]: Rat collapsed once again into a heaving mess, partially crying, partially trying to utter more curses and insults directed towards Lazar, yet finding that having blood regularly seeping into his mouth made it difficult to actually speak, especially when mixed in with the overwhelming, horrible pain of his bruises and cracked ribs. All he could see as the pink, fluffy exterior of the bed next to him, angling his head around anymore would of simply been too painful for him to handle. It felt like an eternity as Rat lay there, quivering and occasionally sobbing, before Lazar easily picked him up and pinned him to the wall, working on binding his arms and legs in place until he was uncomfortably hanging from them, his  battered, naked body on display as he slumped forward, head initially angled towards the ground, droplets of blood slowly and rhythmically dripping down towards the carpeted floor. He could see the long, hypodermic needle at this point, the sight of which sent horrifying shivers down his spine. But somehow, just somehow, his inherent, foolish stubbornness and rage managed to beat out his fear, at least right now. Rat would look up at Lazar, a massive, bleed bruise disrupting his formerly pretty, girly face as blood seeped from his mouth. He'd then spit out a large spray of blood onto Lazar's caged face, grinning weakly as he hung there. "B-been...t-through worse..."

[Partner]: Lazar brutally jammed the needle into Rat's neck, bringing the substance inside into his bloodstream. As the vial was emptied, he yanked it out, letting blood drip out of the wound. "Not anymore." the bandit replied, his words starting to slur and slow down near the last syllables of the sentence. Rat expected the pain of the injection to go away within seconds, but it seemed to go on far longer than it had any right to, staying with him for as long as he could think. Lazar was saying something, but his words were too distorted and slow to be understood. Then, a burst of ultra-conscience came across Rat. He could feel every inch of his body, every drop of blood escaping it. Every crack in every one of his bones, every bruise. And it all took so long. A drop of blood took hours to arrive on the ground, the burning of fresh wounds seemed to last forever and the pain of the needle still clung to him, way after his nervous system had the right to feel it. Lazar himself seemed to be moving at a snail's pace, and Rat could see even the tiniest movement he made, from putting the needle back into the suitcase to rummaging through the lockers for an oversized energy cell and a pair of jumper cables...

[Me]: The slight, smug feeling of satisfaction as he foolishly tried to act tough went away as soon as that long needle was jabbed into his neck, making him tense up and make the pain all too worse as that cyan liquid slowly pumped into his bloodstream. Rat was prepared to spew out another spray of blood again, just for good measure, but suddenly, time seemed to slow down to an agonizingly slow pace. The blood he had collecting in his mouth to spit at Lazar simply leaked out of his mouth, the boy able to watch as each individual droplet slowly leaked down his chin and onto his chest. Even worse, the stinging sensation caused by the needle was still prevalent, and every bruise, cut, and broken bone became all that more evident to him. Even the adrenaline that was formerly pumping through his veins, keeping his mind in shock and unable to feel the worst effects of the pain wore off thanks to this drug, so every single inch of pain across his body was magnified a thousand-fold. Lazar could see Rat's eyes open widely in surprise, mouth hanging open as air wheezed through his lungs, his mind completely unable to even formulate a cry of pain in response. With every slowed down, Rat was forced to watch as Lazar's body slowly made its way to a locker, the fact that he was pulling out a pair of jumper cables horrifyingly evident. But he wasn't granted the satisfaction of time alleviating the weight, no, he fucked up too badly to be given the mercy of it all being over soon. Instead, he was forced to watch as the hulking mass of muscle slowly advanced towards him, a heart-stopping, predatory grin on his face as he got closer and closer to him with the energy cell and jumper cables, as Rat was simply forced to watch, unable to properly maneuver his body with this sudden shift in how he experienced time and the mind-numbing, agonizing pain.

[Partner]: Lazar threw the energy cell down on the ground, just inches away from Rat. The sound of the cell's steel case hitting the ground reverberated through his ears for what seemed like hours, continuing as his torturer clamped the jumper cables on his nipples and twisted a knob on the energy cell. A massive, overwhelming wave of pain rampaged through Rat's body, washing over his entire being and utterly burning him out from the inside. He couldn't hear anything except for the buzzing, ringing sound in his skull and remained that way for hours at an end. At least, in his perception. For Lazar it was just simple minutes, which he spiced up by smacking his little bitchboy across the face and licking up the blood that flowed forth from his cuts and bruises.

[Me]: Watching that energy cell fall down in slow motion, accompanied by his present feeling of pain, Rat truly knew what it felt like to experience truly horrifying, debilitating, regretful fear. Absolutely no sense of bravado or resistance was left within him as he was trapped in this incredibly sensitive, hyper-alert, drugged up state of being, only made worse due to his general lack of built-up resistance to any of the chems out in the wastes. He watched for what felt like an eternity as Lazar slowly drew those clamps closer to his nipples, the sensation of having them slowly bite down proving to be body-shaking and intense, especially due to how sensitive his nipples were even when he wasn't drugged up. And then came watching him reach down to start up the energy cell, the boy quivering in fear and looking as if he was about to vomit the entire time. He could even practically see the sparks erupting from those slightly decayed wires as the energy cell started up, ever so slowly inching up the cable towards his body, one inch closer every minute that passed. When it eventually did reach his body, the shock immediately spread throughout his frame, causing Rat's chest to rise up from the sheer, burning, electrifying sensation as an incomprehensible cry of pain escaped his lips, the electrification proving to be three times as painful as it would of been without the drugs. Every burst of electricity would once again cause his body to rise up as his limbs jerked about from the electrical stimulation, before he'd slump back down, only to rise up again a few minutes later. But the absolute worst part of this for Rat, was having to spend what felt like hours to him glaring at Lazar's expression, which screamed of hunger, satisfaction, and sick, perverse pleasure. When he got up close to begin slapping him and slurping up his blood and tears, Rat was forced to watch that tongue ever so slowly poke out, dragging against his cheek as his body cried out for mercy, only to receive more pain in return.

[Partner]: Growing bored with his living toy, Lazar picked up a roll of tape laying nearby and taped Rat's mouth shut. To him it was simply a precautionary measure in case the worthless sissy would try to make noise in the long moments of pain before him, but to Rat it was yet another horrifying experience on top of the heap as his breathing was only restricted to his nose. Normally not the worst of predicaments, but now, in this hyper-alert state it was worthy of a panic attack. Rat got lost in the fog of distorted sounds, panicky visuals and seemingly neverending pain that got worse by the second. He barely noticed Lazar retrieving a few vibrating eggs and strapping them to his genitals and other sensitive spots on his body. Not his nipples nor his armpits were spared, but Lazar was cruel enough to fasten one to the boy's forehead, causing a drowning noise that killed any thought Rat had in his brain. Unable to think, move or cry out in pain, Rat could only suffer for what felt like days at  a time, overwhelmed by the pain and the pleasure.

[Me]: Rat's frequent, soon-shrill, deafening cries and pleas for help would soon be firmly muffled and cut off by a strap of duck-tape applied directly to his mouth. It didn't quite seem like the WORST thing that could happen to him so far, at least he wouldn't hear his own agonizing screams any longer. But oh, did it make breathing that much worse. Due to his slowed perception of time, he felt the need to rapidly draw in more air than he reasonably would, and the inability to do it through his mouth made him begin to panic, hyperventilated as he tried to bring in more and more air through his nose. From Lazar's perception, the boy simply seemed to be panicking more, drawing in breaths at an incredibly rapid, almost dangerous rate as his nose flared wildly. After another long eternity of experiencing that, Rat would realize the slow application of those vibrating eggs along all of the sensitive bits of his body. The nipples were obvious, and it sure as hell seemed better than brutal, electric shocks, but the application to both of his armpits, his balls, his cock-tip, and even his gaping, ruined pucker worried him. He hung uncomfortably waiting for them to be turned on, at least getting some respite from the shocking and only having to experience the "normal" pain during this brief moment, before they were flipped on. All at once his body erupted in a vibrating sensation, so strong it rivaled the pain he had felt before and nearly overwhelmed it. His cock became hard in a matter of seconds, leaking out a thin stream of precum as all of the sensitive, pleasure-causing parts of his body were rigorously teased and left that way for what felt like YEARS to Rat, who simply began to sob heavily, unable to think straight, unable to speak, unable to moan, and unable to do absolutely anything as his  body was subject to the most confusing, debilitating, pleasurable experience of his life.

=========================================================================================================================================

[Me]: The last few moments (which really felt like long, agonizing hours to his drugged up mind) Rat could remember was an intense, mixed feeling of pain, arousal, and terrifying fear. He wasn't quite sure what happened, only simply remembering he had the most confusing orgasm of his life as his mind was overloaded with a series of conflicting senses, his little cock twitching and spraying out a small load of cum before he ultimately passed out, going limp as he hung from the wall.

Now all Rat could feel was an intense, throbbing, aching pain...well, across his entire body. It hurt so badly that he found himself unable to open his eyes, simply wanting to lay there, take deep, slow breaths through his mouth as he lay back. He wasn't hanging from the wall anymore, that was for sure. He wasn't dead either, unless he was in some incredibly comfortable after-life, that is. Warm, fluffy blankets wrapped around his body, puffy pillows keeping his head elevated as he lay back in the pink bed from before. "My f-fuckin' head..." he weakly gasped out, coughing slightly as his eyes began to slide open. A hand went up to his face as he groaned, immediately feeling the presence of a large bandage packed on top of that large, swollen bruise across his cheek and lips. Finally opening his aching eyelids, he'd look down and realized he was neatly tucked into the fluffy, albeit tacky as fuck, pink bed. "W-what the fuck?" he'd quietly exclaim to no one in particular, glancing about the room as he realized it was completely empty. Trying to shift himself up so he could get a better view of himself and the room, the sudden burst of pain from his aching chest would keep him stationary from now, groaning loudly in agony as he then just simply opted to slip the covers off of his chest again.

As he half-expected, his slim, cute little chest was completely covered in various bandages that wrapped around his entire body covering all of the cuts, bruises, and also keeping his healing ribs in place. The pain wasn't as bad as it could of been, which Rat attributed to the fact he felt high-as-fuck on painkillers, but the boy seemed surprisingly...okay considering the amount of pain he went through last night. Just thinking about the drugged-up, agonizing experience made him shiver, before fearfully looking around, hoping that Lazar wasn't simply standing in the corner glaring down at him.

[Partner]: Soon the sound of heavy shoes stomping on the concrete floor reached Rat's ears. What he feared soon became reality as his tormentor entered the room. Lazar approached the bed, his large frame casting an ominous shadow over the debilitated boy laying on it. He turned around and took a seat on the bed, sending the soft, flexible construction rocking up and down. As the warlord took off his boots, seemingly not paying Rat much mind as he did, the boy could catch a glimpse of his face. The steel-covered, scar riddled face exhibited a tranquil smile, although a hint of somberness could be found in there if someone sought real well. That bode well for Rat, as it signalled that his master had calmed down, but you could never know for sure with someone as mentally unstable as Lazar. "How are you feeling?" he asked, the tone of his voice seemingly in perfect sync with the expression on his face.

[Me]: Soon enough, Rat could hear the distinct, tell-tale signs of Lazar coming in the form of one loud, terrifying bootstep after another slamming down onto the hallway floor. His fight or flight instincts began to kick in, except this time around, his debilitating pain and status of his body made him more willing to escape at this present moment, however the most he was able to do was recoil in feel, breathing heavily as the massive man entered the room. But instead of coming in, murdering him, delivering more pain, or something else fucked up and horrible, Lazar simply smiled down at him, giving Rat an uneasy feeling regardless. At first, Rat was silent when the warlord asked how he was doing, before her nervously cleared his throat and spoke. "...h-how the hell d-do you think I'm feeling?....Like s-shit." he said with frustration and fear, turning his head away so he didn't have to stare at Lazar any longer.

[Partner]: "Well, I want you to feel better." Lazar answered as he took place on the bed, moving closer to Rat. "I do. I really do. Do you want to eat something? To drink something?" the warlord asked, moving his bulky, open hand to Rat's chest, brushing over it and eventually placing it on the boy's flat stomach. What an absolutely lovely feeling this was. Lazar was taking care of someone, he took someone under his wing and had all the love to give to his new frail partner. Slowly, the bandit's face began turning a slight shade of red. "I'm sorry about what happened, but I can't let you try to kill me. You need to love me, you see?"

[Me]: Rat recoiled in fear at the warlord's sudden display of affection, trying his best to scoot as far away as possible from the bandit, but finding his body unwilling to do much without erupting into a strong, stabbing pain again. "A-aah, f-fuck!" he groaned, gritting his teeth and wincing as he found himself unable to move, the bandit simply looking down at him with an odd, soft expression as his strong, calloused hand began to brush over his chest, which was currently rapidly rising with each fear-filled, deep breath the boy took. "I'm n-not ever g-going to! I d-don't care how fucked up you act...or how n-nice you act afterwards, I'm NEVER g-going to love you! I just w-want to go home..." he weakly replied, trying to keep his cool, but fearing more potential retribution from Lazar.

[Partner]: Lazar flinched when the boy's body trashed, taken aback by the boy's fear in face of his display of love, but quickly pulled himself forward again, placing his hands on Rat's arms. His touch was gentle, applying nearly no pressure. Quite a different experience from what Rat has been through until now. "This is your home now. You are safe here, you will be cared for and loved. This is better." Lazar whispered, placing his head on the boy's chest and listening to his heartbeat. "You may need a bit more training, but you will be happy like this. I'm going to make you feel beautiful."

[Me]: Wincing and closing his eyes, adopting an expression that made him seem as if he legitimately thought he was either going to get badly hurt again, or just die, he was a little surprised when Lazar's hand instead just lightly kept his in place, enforcing no pain to his incredibly sore body. He'd go as far to say it was even slightly calming, if this wasn't the man that had just sadistically tortured him the night before. Lazar then began to intently listen to his heart-beat, immediately detecting the incredibly fast, rampant rhythm in his chest, which only got worse when the warlord began to listen. "N-no! I d-don't want any of that, fuck! I'm a g-guy! I don't WANT to feel beautiful! P-please, if you l-let me go, I'll go back to the Hellhounds and convince them to call of the w-war! I just want t-to get back home..."

[Partner]: Listening to Rat's defiant words actually seemed to make Lazar a bit happier. He took the boy's spirited words as a sign of his recovery, and the more he listened the more excited he got. On the inside he was already giddy as a schoolgirl, eager to play with his new toy. "Just give it a try. You'll like it, I'm sure of it." He rose up from the bed, leaving it bobbing up and down again, and opened a pink colored closet with heart motifs. Inside the locker seemed to be a huge amount of different female clothes, along with a few cardboard boxes of different sizes. After a few minutes, Lazar turned around, stretching out a pair of frilly panties of a neon blue color in front of the boy. "Do you like them? I have lots of different things for you to pick from. I want you to pick something that suits you."

[Me]: Still half-expecting to receive another punch to his face, Rat could be heard audibly sighing in relief as the bandit slipped off of the bed, the mattress springing up considerably as the gigantic weight on top of it slipped free. His attention then seemed focused on the pink closet in the corner, Rat watching him sort through it out of the corner of his eye, absolutely dreading what kind of foul, horrifying tool he'd bring out next. But instead of more nipples clamps, an energy-cell, or a blade, he pulled out...a pair of frilly, blue panties? What the fuck? "W-what the f-fuck is that? Am I suppose t-to wear it? How many t-times do I gotta tell you. I'm a GUY. I d-don't wear that kind of shit!"

[Partner]: Lazar chuckled heartily. "Alright then, your privilege to choose is gone. You will get it back when you can appreciate it." he said, lightly shaking his head left and right in disapproval. Jumping in at the foot of the bed, he grabbed hold of Rat's right foot and put it through the panties. Taking that opportunity to examine the boy's soles and toes, Lazar felt arousal creeping up on him again. No, this was a time of recovery. He wasn't supposed to use the boy again so soon after his punishment, however... There were ways to get pleasure without exhausting the boy too much. Nodding to himself, Lazar ended his little break and went on to put Rat's left foot through the panties, pulling them upwards and succesfully covering his genitals (although the panties, obviously not designed to be worn by a male, were still bulging out in a rather cute manner).

[Me]: "A-Appreciate it? What are you fucking insane? How the f-fuck am I going to appreciate being forced to wear THAT shit!" he exclaimed, the stubborn passion arising in him once again, some life returning to his body. But despite the outburst, as Lazar approached him with those panties, grabbing onto his leg lightly but firmly, his body was still unwilling to move. "God-dammit it you fucking prick! Stop it right fucking now! I'm not wearing those stupid fucking panties, period!" he tried to protest, so weak he couldn't even try to kick Lazar as he usually did, those panties easily sliding over each of his legs as his feet tried to move around, simply only showing off his smooth, soft soles and wriggling his toes around in front of the warlord's eyes until those neon-blue panties were snuggly fit around his groin, making the boy shiver from the new, sudden sensation of the soft fabric clinging to his body. It was a tight fit, sure, and his cock and balls definitely made it bulge out, but it wasn't incredibly large, especially considering how small his penis was when he wasn't erect. "You f-fucking happy? Now I feel like a complete f-fucking moron..."

[Partner]: "You shouldn't. You look beautiful." Lazar said as he jumped off the bed, rummaging through the pink closet again before crawling to Rat's feet again with a small blue vial in his hand. Oh, just thinking about how cute the boy will look after his metamorphosis made the warlord's heart beat faster than any great battle he fought in ever has. He set the vial down a fair distance from his toy's feet, just in case the little rebel would try to kick it off the bed. "Your feet are beautiful." he stated, grabbing Rat's right foot with both of his hands and bringing it up to his face. The warlord started rubbing his thumbs over the sole, pushing into it vigorously in some places as to massage its sensitive flesh. "Do you like it when I do this?"

[Me]: Rat firmly shook his head from side to side. Beautiful? What the fuck was he on about? He was a hardened fucking Hellhound, dammit! Not some frilly little toy for him to amuse himself with! "Beautiful? Hate to keep saying this, but you fucking realize I'm a guy, right? I don't WANT to be beautiful, I WANT to get the f-fuck out of here and away from you!" he exclaimed, voice growing shaky from how frustrated he was getting. But his protests sure as hell were stopped in their tracks when that blue vial was revealed, making Rat sink back into his bed slightly, incredibly fearful that it was something similar to what Lazar gave him last night. So not even saying a word as the warlord grabbed his tiny, delicate feet, he watched on with sheer, nerve-wracking anxiety as the warlord's rough hands began to drag over his smooth flesh, causing the boy to bite down upon his lower lip due to just how damn sensitive he was. "F-Fuck no, do I fucking look like I like it? G-god, just leave me a-alone!" he said, uncomfortably squirming about with those tight panties clinging to his groin.

[Partner]: Oh, the boy enjoyed it. He had to. He was just being uppity. Something as beautiful as him had no right to be denied this kind of care, at least, that's what Lazar tought. As he continued to rub the boy's cute, elegant feet, his arousal grew greater and greater. Soon enough Rat wasn't the only one bulging out of his clothes, as Lazar's member began to expand bit by bit, almost bursting out of his pants as it did. The warlord's blushing came in heavier and his mind began to wander, looking at Rat's feet as they simply drove him wild. Soon, his collected demeanor disappeared as he burrowed his face into the object of his lust, dragging his tongue along the soft soles and slurping up every bit of the boy's sweet-tasting sweat, letting out muffled, animalistic moans as he did.

[Me]: Rat was only able to watch as Lazar appeared more and more enraptured with the appearance and texture of his incredibly soft feet, before soon enough, the boy was able to see the warlord's face twist and contort into something else entirely. So far, this had been bad for him, meaning he was going to get the absolute shit beat out of him again. That gigantic, straining bulge certainly didn't ease his fear either, as any ass-fucking today would no doubt completely ruin him further, and no doubt debilitate him for much longer. But instead, Lazar simply thrust himself further, letting his fat, foul-saliva laden tongue lash out and begin slurping and dragging against his foot, slurping up all of the sweet, pure sweat that had been slathering against his feet, causing the boy's back to sharply arch upwards, his teeth grit as he tried to resist the over-sensitive stimulation. "Nn-ngnnhhh! F-fucking stop, oh g-god please, j-just stop! You f-fucking insane j-jackass!"

[Partner]: Continuing his assault on boy's feet, Lazar's tongue increased in ferocity, roughly pushing into the delicate skin, going up and down in a sweeping motion. The sensation must've been quite something, certainly enough to turn the boy into a wriggling mess. The depravity of Lazar's actions didn't stop there however, as his thick muscle traveled upwards and started darting in and out inbetween Rat's little toes. As it reached his big toe, it swept upwards as the rest of the bandit's mouth joined it. In a fit of wild passion, Lazar closed his mouth over a fair amount of Rat's toes, sucking on them with great force as he moved to the left and right.

[Me]: Rat would never, ever dare to admit it, but the sensation of feeling that tongue expertly wriggling and slide around his sensitive feet and toes were overwhelming, his bruised, bandaged face turning a very bright shade of red as his fingers clenched and unclenched themselves rapidly over and over again, Rat not wanting to let any of what he was feeling escape his lips and become verbal. Instead, his hands simply want up to his face, covering it so Lazar wasn't able to see, instead revealing his bare, smooth armpits instead, dripping with his sweet sweat. When Lazar then just simply engulfed his toes into his mouth, making them feel wet, sticky, and hyper-sensitive, Rat couldn't hold back, letting out a cute, high-pitched moan that lasted for merely a second before he promptly cut it off, embarrassed and pissed off at himself that he'd even allow that to happen.

[Partner]: Lazar's mind was filled with joy as he heard Rat's unwilling yelp. The boy did enjoy it, better yet, his will to fight these new sensations was getting weaker and weaker. Still ferociously slobbering on the boy's toes, the warlord's eyes wandered across his body, stopping at the armpits. Oh, how delicious those looked, that sensitive skin, those drops of sweat glistering as Rat's body twitched with pleasure... It was heaven, simply heaven. Lazar moved upwards, deftly jumping up along his boytoy's body, and thrust his face into his armpit, greedily drawing in air as he did, desperate to smell the luscious, feminine odour they gave off. "You are perfect. I-" Lazar interrupted his talking with loud, low moans of pleasure. "I love you. I love you!" he shouted, his words somewhat muffled by his lover's flesh.

[Me]: Rat now had his hands firmly placed across his mouth, trying to stop and further muffle any potential noises that came from his mouth, his eyes open wide in shock as his face turned even redder from sheer, overwhelming embarrassment. Not just stopping at teasing and slathering the boy's feet with his thick, gooey saliva, Lazar lurched forward until his face was once again in that sweet-smelling, warm armpit, lapping away at the just-as-sensitive bodypart and causing Rat to curl back his legs, shivering with intensity as he looked moments away from losing his control over his voice. "N-nnngh, n-no! J-just fucking f-fuck off, g-god please! I'm g-going to...g-going to try to kill y-you again if you don't stop, you f-fucking asshole! Pllleeeeeeeease!"

[Partner]: Lazar's huge upper body lifted itself up from Rat's delicate flesh again, giving off a fear-inducing aura as the various muscles it consisted of stretched and squirmed, streams of sweat streaming down the warlord's chest. "No. Love me!" Lazar barked, diving downwards again and planting his lips on the boy's cheek, giving it a smooch before moving on to Rat's mouth. Their taste was quite peculiar as they were still covered with the salty-sweet sweat from the armpits and feet. While his tongue trashed around inside of the boy's mouth, Lazar himself unzipped his pants, his gargantuan member popping out of them with great force and landing on Rat's leg.

[Me]: Insanely relieved that Lazar's tongue was no longer rampantly teasing his most-sensitive parts, Rat was left to lay back, gazing up at the man's massive, intimidating form as his muscles twitched, streams of sweat dripping down his form and occasionally onto the boy himself. "Y-you're fucking INSANE if you ever, EVER think I'm going to lov-"  he tried to declare, before Lazar's mouth interrupted him, his eager lips wrapping around the boy's own, tongue jabbing inside and overflowing his mouth once more with his spit. Rat thrashed underneath him, trying once more to kick his legs out at the warlord, and actually surprisingly managing to do so, despite the overwhelming pain. Turned out having a monstrous, hole-ruining cock flop onto your leg was enough motivation to do the impossible!

[Partner]: Suddenly, the movement of Lazar's tongue stopped as it retreated back to its original resting place. His lips disconnected from Rat's, leaving the shocked boy gasping for air. This was all just getting too much. He could feel the pressure building up, his rock-hard flesh column calling to him, begging for release. Lazarus needed to relieve himself and he needed to do it now. He knelt down on the bed, his cock menacingly hanging above Rat's weak, helpless body. He grabbed hold of the boy's arm and yanked it upwards, moving him closer to his cock and causing him considerable pain. Adjusting Rat's position as if he was a doll, Lazarus jammed his filthy, sweaty member into the boy's armpit, already dripping with pre. The clash of odors that ensued was simply nauseating, the biting, vile smell of Lazar's potent musk and precum blending with Rat's sweet yet somewhat hearty aroma.

[Me]: Rat felt like he was damn-near suffocating on Lazar's incredibly thick tongue as it filled up his mouth with foreign saliva, wriggling all around and making him feel...unclean and violated. The entire time, the warlord's massive, throbbing shaft pressed up against his bandaged leg was a constant reminder of the fact he was going to use that on him sooner or later, hopefully not on one of his holes. The time seemed to have come a few minutes later, that tongue yanking free from his own maw and leaving Rat gasping desperately for air, is body shaking in exertion as his face remained a bright shade of red. "D-don't you even f-fucking dare putting that m-monster near me ag- FUCK!" he'd exclaim, yelping in pain as his body was dragged along like a doll, sharp sensations of stabbing pain re-entering his senses as his wounded leg was dragged along, until Lazar's groin was intimidatingly hovering over his upper-chest. Expecting to frankly get throat-fucked at this point, Rat prepared for the worst, only to open his eyes a few moments later as that girthy, unnatural length began to poke and prod against his wet, slender armpit, staining it in his thick pre as he grunted, huffed, and puffed like some massive, bulky pig. "What the f-fuck d-do you think you're doing?! Jesus fucking c-christ!"

[Partner]: Without stopping the ruthless volley of thrusts into Rat's armpit, Lazar recoiled at his reaction. With a stressed face, looking somewhere between panicky and overtaken by pure lust he blurted out "Love! I am showing you my love!". Another rough tug at Rat's arm moved him over, enabling the titan enamoured with his armpits to fuck his armpit, wildly thrusting his oversized cock into the air while sliding it between Rat's armpit and arm. "Every part of your body is divine to me." Lazar whispered, his disgusting tongue darting out of his mouth and sliding across his lips before sliding back in again.

[Me]: "Y-You don't fucking s-show love this way, you insane, f-fucked up madman!" he replied back, high-pitched voice growing hoarse as the confusing, no doubt crazy warlord flipped him over, once again sending the dull, aching pain of his former wounds back through Rat's body as he cried out. Back and forth Lazar's hips slammed, bringing his overwhelmingly huge, inhuman shaft with it, the sheer amount of pre he was leaking out properly lubing up his sweaty, smooth armpit until he was regularly fucking away, lewd, wet squelches emanating from the boy's underarms. "N-no parts of YOUR body are d-divine to me! I f-feel like I'm going to fucking v-vomit!" he groaned out, giving a first-row seat to the sight of that cock-head slamming closer and closer to the side of his face, before it was roughly and wetly grinding up against his unbruised cheek!

[Partner]: Lazar let out a barrage of lustful, beastly grunts with each thrust he made, resulting in a true cacophony of squelches, moans, grunts and Rat's futile protests. "I'm going to come in your armpiiiiiiit!" the brute's bellowing voice slurred, cracking from the sheer pleasure that coursed through his body. Lazar brutally yanked the boy towards his cock while rubbing the filthy, precum covered monstrosity into his armpit with the other.  Furiously grinding into the boy's delicate pit with enough energy to nearly knead and puncture that part of Rat's body, Lazar's cock erupted, unleashing a flood of noxious, foul-smelling cum as Lazar let out a monstrous roar of relief. The seed flooded Rat's armpit and spilled over on the sheets below, but the sheer force with which it was expelled from Lazar's cock was enough to cover the environment with drops of the thick, disgusting substance. Drained, the warlord loosened his grip of Rat's arm, letting it fall down and shooting a stream of semen towards the boy's face.

[Me]: "My WHAT?! What t-the hell is w-wrong with you?!" he groaned out, shutting his eyes as he gagged in disgust, the warlord simply devolving into a moaning, grunting animal above him, roughly jamming that cock-tip against his smooth, absolutely sweat and pre-drenched pit to the point it was hurting incredibly badly, the boy squirming even more so in pain and putrid disgust. "I h-hate you! H-hate you s-so fucking much..." he forced out through his gritted teeth, feeling Lazar's cock begin to twitch and throb with the telltale signs of an oncoming orgasm, being forced to wait barely any time at all before Lazar exploded, rope after thick, noxious rope of seed splattering against his armpit and the bed around it. Every inch of his bare underarm was flooded with the off-colored, pent-up jizz, sloppily clinging to his skin, the consistency so thick that it barely dripped down his pit at all, making it feel wet, slimy, and foul. Even as he pulled away he wasn't done, aiming one gigantic, well-timed burst of cum onto his face, wetly colliding against his forehead with a soft slap and feeling as if someone had just roughly flicked Rat's forward with his fingers. With his achy body still hurting from how rough Lazar had been yanking him around, the boy was left there, his pit still exposed and covered in seed, and a droopy collecting of cum dripping down and covering his eyes.

[Partner]: After cleaning up the mess he had made and forcibly washing the rebellious little brat he chose to make his lover, it was time to continue with Rat's obedience training. Still laying in bed, broken, bruised, humiliated and clad in blue neon panties, the boy couldn't do much when Lazar picked out more demeaning clothing and forced them upon him, making him don stockings and frilly gloves that matched his panties in color. Lazar took place next to Rat, putting down an old-fashioned make-up box that no doubt once belonged to one of the courtesans that worked in this place before the war. The box opened with a click, revealing its contents to the boy. "Do you know what this is? I will make you even prettier with this." Lazar stated, a benevolent smile on his face.

[Me]: Rat averted his eyes in shame, trying to focus on something else as Lazar forcibly cleaned his body, which sure as hell took a long time, especially with how much cum the brute had pumped out of his cock onto the boy's pale,  battered body. He tried to pretend he was somewhere else, back at the Hellhound hideout, drinking a beer, relaxing with his friends, and away from this horrible, fucked up situation. But no matter how hard he tried to pretend, it never took him away from the harsh reality that this man now that he owned him, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. Trying not to cry, he simply wrapped his hands around his body, still shuddering from the presence of the tight panties on his crotch, making him feel utterly humiliated and emasculated. To further enhance the aesthetic, Lazar slipped on a pair of matching gloves and stockings, the few articles of clothing seemingly making him appear even more girly than he did naturally, the only thing truly separating him from being a complete girly-boy seemingly just being a few pieces of clothing and some effort. Once those were firmly on and Lazar dealt with the minor resistance he attempted to put up, a large, well-maintained box was placed down besides him, clicking open and revealing row after row of makeup and a pristine, reflective mirror, allowing Rat to get a glance at his battered, bandaged face for the first time. "F-Fuck o-off, no way in hell I'm g-going to let you get any of that on me..."

[Partner]: Lazar put his hand of Rat's head, pulling it towards himself. "Oh, you're so adorable." he said, giving the boy a kiss on his forehead. Soon a stick of blue lipstick was drawn from the makeup-box. As it slid open Rat could see his own reflection in the shiny surface of the packaging, getting one last look at his face as a man. "You're going to look real pretty with this." Lazar whispered as he put the cyan colored stick to the boy's small, girlish lips, roughly pushing into his flesh with unexpected precision. With just a few strokes the boy's lips were turned a light shade of blue, marking his transition from man to sissy bitch wife. Satisfied, Lazar pushed a mirror in front of Rat's face. "Do you like it? It fits you perfectly! It's lovely!"

[Me]: Rat groaned, looking like a fussy child who didn't want to cooperate with his mother, as he was pulled closer, so his head was resting upon Lazar's lap. "You're lucky I can't fucking move, you twisted dick-head! If I could actually move around, I'd be just looking for the next sharp, pointy object I could use to jab into your stomach!" he growled out, trying to turn his head away and make the makeup application more difficult for Lazar out of spite, but the man's massive hand clenched around his skull easily, forcing him in place. As he felt the blue lipstick become precisely applied to his face, Rat let out a low, disgusted groan, beating his fist weakly against Lazar's side and just hurting himself in turn. Within moments the boy's naturally plump, girly lips were further enhanced by a new thick, cute layer of lipstick, once again slowly removing what masculinity he had and letting his natural girly body shine. "I fucking HATE it! But n-not as much as I fucking hate you! Y-you're going to fucking regret everything, e-especially when the Hellhound's come r-rolling through here for me!"

[Partner]: In a split second something in Lazar changed, a fire in his eyes was reignited. The very same far that raged within him when he punished Rat for his attempt on his life. "Shut the fuck up, you dirty bitch. I'm going to do whatever the fuck I want to you, and you're going to love it. Do you want to get the needle again, faggot? Do you want to get the needle again?!" Lazar shouted, the usual symptoms of his rage manifesting from the strans of spit that shot out of his mouth to his bulging, bloodshot eyeballs. This time, however, seemed different. After his little tirade, the brute seemed to go back to his calmer self. Despite this, his hand grasped Rat's arm with a sudden movement, causing him considerable pain through its almost crushing grip. "I will punish you if you keep acting like this. Be a little nicer, please." Lazar said as his grip slightly loosened. Rat's nails were up next, being covered with a blue polish from the very same bottle that Lazar brough to bed before.

[Me]: Rat had lowered his guard, especially since Lazar seemed to be in a far better mood to day. The lack of any real reprucussions or outbursts of anger made him feel cocky, more able to push the envelope as this warlord was apparently "in love with him." But out of nowhere, when he least expected it, Lazar snapped, an expression of pure, horrifying death spreading across his face, the reminder of being given the needle again making Rat recoil backwards in fear. He instantly began crying as he remember the horrible, traumatic experience, how each and every second of pain lasted an hour, and he was given absolutely no relief. Tears streamed down his face regularly as he loudly sobbed, just wanting to go home, just wanting to get out of here, but for now his mouth was silent, no longer spitting vulgarities as he was too terrified to even consider it. "I h-hate you..." was the last thing he weakly muttered out, burying his face in his pillow as he continued to sob, even as his toenails were painted a bright, neat blue.

[Partner]: Lazar frowned at the boy's reaction. Sure, he needed to be kept in check, but Lazar still loved him and didn't enjoy seeing him this upset. Rat's rebellious nature made his masture easily disregard all the abuse he inflicted upon him, but seeing him crying out like that made him feel somewhat guilty. Once he finished painting the nails on Rat's left hand, Lazar retrieved a single small pill from his stash, forced open the boy's mouth and shoved it down his throat. "Hush, no tears. This will make you happy." As the brute continued to paint his nails, moving on down to the toenails, Rat could start feeling the drug taking place, making him extra sensitive to touch and giving said touch an extraordinarily pleasant edge.

[Me]: Hiding his shame in the pillow, and hoping that Lazar didn't notice him crying too hard, simply letting the brute paint his nails. It's not like he was in a proper state to actually resist anyways, and when it came to things Lazar could do to him, this certainly wasn't too bad, although it was deeply humiliating. The thought of any of his Hellhounds actually finding out what had happened to him made him sick to his stomach, although he'd take that feeling after being saved rather than be forced to stay here any day of the week. As soon as Rat could feel that all of his toes were properly painted, he turned his head to the side, still glaring with teary eyes at Lazar. Not seeing it coming at all, Rat was defenseless as the warlord suddenly shoved a foreign pill down his throat, easing it in and making him swallow it, much to Rat's horror. He began to panic, immediately thinking it was something in line with what he was injected with, as a sudden wave of hyper-sensitivity washed over him...yet time didn't slow down. He just felt very warm and very sensitive, the fresh-coat of neon blue paints on his toes feeling incredibly wet and slimy to the touch, sending shivers of pleasure through his feet up to his spine. "W-what the f-fuck d-did you give me? Y-you can't just...nnngh, c-can't just give people you love r-random drugs like that!"

[Partner]: "Hush now. I just want to see you happy." Lazar answered, pausing to give Rat's foot a single, long lick across the length of its sole, sending a strong wave of pressure across the boy's body. "I'm sure you'll love it. We'll have to take some precautionary measures though." the brute continued, reaching into the pink closet and pulling out a cardboard box. After rummaging through it for a few seconds, he revealed a steel cock-cage, dangling it in front of Rat's nose. "Don't want you bursting too soon." he said as he brought the device down to his sissy's crotch and applied it to Rat's cock, sliding it shut with a loud clicking noise.

[Me]: "Y-you're l-living in some f-fucked up fantasy w-world, m-man! This isn't g-going to make me, o-oh g-god!" he loudly stammered out, the sudden presence of Lazar's tongue slowly dragging across his smooth, clean underside of his foot sending sharp, mind-numbing, spine-tingle bursts of pleasure that spread like tiny lightning bolts through his entire body, face once again turning red as his fingers desperately dug and clawed against the sheets below him in a foolish attempt to relieve himself of this feeling. "N-no, no, no, p-please, d-don't! I c-can't..." he groaned out, unable to finish his sentence as that cock cage was dangled to his groin, the boy frankly never having seen something like that in his entire life. 'I d-don't know what the f-fuck that is, but j-just keep it....nnnnnngh~" he moaned out, the cool sensation of the cage tightly pressing up against his tiny, sissy shaft sending his body into an even more aroused state, his cock trying to grow and become erect at this point, but simply being stopped by the cage around his cock, only able to occasionally leak out a watery, thin precum at this point. "W-what the f-fuck is t-that doing?!"

(We cut it off here for this little excerpt. All I'm going to post for now because I can't be bothered to format and throw any more scenes on here. Hope it was as fun to read as it was to write!)