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Walk the Earth, Part 2
by The_english_don
I existed to be fucked and abused by the two. They enjoyed spit roasting me in the gym. I would find myself eagerly jumping on the weight-bench, my cock hard, as the guard would stand in front of me, slowly undressing, and allowing me to take in the sight. His chest was covered in grey hair, which made him look grizzled. His nipples pointed down on his big chest – he liked me to chew them. He wasn’t as defined as my master, but he was still huge, and had a lot of tattoos. I had never really noticed, but as he was undressing, I saw that there was a pentagram design between his pecs.
I didn’t dare ask him what they were about, but I was curious. He stood there, fully naked, cock already long and hard. He forced it down my throat – I was good at this now, I could swallow it without gagging. Whilst he did that, my master would take the belt from his jeans, and curl it around his fist. I knew what was coming, it hurt like hell, but I couldn’t get enough of it. He started to whip my arse and the back of my legs, while my cock gulped and stretched. Once he finished, he spat on my hole, and started to rim me. This drove me wild, and I sucked the guards’ cock more and more. Then without any warning, he shoved his cock up me and started to pummel my arse--the two of them fucking me from both ends, flexing their heavy muscles.
My body was turned on beyond belief, but my brain was dying. I needed to escape this, to become my own man again. I knew I wouldn’t survive the year. The guard sped up, and grunted as he exploded in my mouth. He pulled out of my mouth – as I looked up at him, I saw a quick image of – I don’t know what it was, but it looked like one of his tattoos. Behind him was a large creature with ram’s horns on its head. It had glowing eyes, and was twice as muscular as the guard, and twice as tall.
It suddenly vanished, leaving the sight of the guard stretching and flexing his muscles. Soon after, my master roared, and came in me. He whipped me over onto my back, and started sucking my cock. He had never done this to me before – I didn’t know what was happening, but I quickly shot my load. Surely this wasn’t allowed? What the fuck was going on? In the last ten months neither of them had ever intentionally done anything for me. I didn’t ask him, as I didn’t want to be hit again.
My body was so weak now, I was wasting away – I could only eat when they told me – I didn’t have the strength to do much. I saw my master and the guard talk to each other by the dumbbells. I tried to listen but there was a thunderstorm outside and it was chucking it down. They seemed to be arguing, when master suddenly bellowed, “ENOUGH! IT HAPPENS TONIGHT!”
The guard nodded, and I realised that the master was in control of him too. The guard pulled me up by arms, and handcuffed me. “Come with me,” he said, and I followed him out of the gym. The rest of the prison was a quiet as always, no other guards or prisoners seemed to be here. I could feel the air heavy with energy, but I thought it was just the storm outside. I walked through the corridors naked and cuffed – I had no concept of how I looked now, I wasn’t the same person as a year ago. The guard took me deeper and deeper into the prison – I must have been underground.
Was this it? Are they going to kill me?
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