Destruction
Things had changed extremely quickly for Zhicheng. One day, he had been a rather regular young man, and the next, he had become the obedient toy of his Duookois Alrinir–And not long after that, he had even learned the joy of servicing a man… His own Alrin, no less.
It sounded like he had become a Samelinist, but in the opinion of many, it didn’t count as such for a twink like himself. Apparently, it was considered the natural course of nature for a feminine, submissive male like himself to serve as a relief toy for Duookoises and men alike… Though Zhicheng didn’t mind being called a Samelinist. He only cared about performing his duty.
At the moment, he was throating the largest cock he had ever laid eyes upon. Edrick’s virile tool was truly humongous, and the lesser scion was still unable to wrap his head around how it could possibly fit anywhere. But such interrogations were best reserved for other times. Right now, he needed to focus on pleasuring his older Alrin to the best of his capabilities.
Much to Zhicheng’s shame, Anoteros had seen his collection of ‘toys’, which he had secretly procured himself in order to get better at taking a pounding, and also to train his fellatio skills…
Neither Zhenluo nor Edrick would ever grow bored with him, but Zhicheng didn’t know this, and he thus felt the need to earn more experience to better satisfy them. He felt that it was now his duty to pleasure his two Alris like a professional. He wanted to learn how to properly drain their balls. He didn’t want them to believe that they had been wrong in ‘investing’ in him and his training.
Thus, he worked upon Edrick’s man-meat with great focus. The pleasure was clouding his mind already… Zhicheng felt that it was weird to get so excited about sucking a veiny sceptre, as nothing was actually stimulating him, but it felt great to follow orders and satisfy his Alrin. The lesser scion simply couldn’t stop himself from getting aroused and leaking just from this.
His muffled moans were quite loud, but thankfully, all rooms in the main building were soundproof to allow the residents to train to their heart’s content without risking disturbing someone else. Hence, Zhicheng could be as loud as he wanted without risking having to explain why he was choking on his own Alrin’s fat, girthy cock.
Anoteros kept the twink’s arms pinned above his head against the door. He had full control of the situation, which only encouraged Zhicheng to work harder to please him. But, as he already knew, Edrick wasn’t one to easily climax. As far as he was aware, most men weren’t exactly built to last for long periods, or had the ability to climax several times in a short period of time. However, his older Alrin was the opposite of that.
His rod was unflinching, not even showing any signs that it was anywhere close to releasing its dew... Judging from the previous time they had had sex, Zhicheng knew well that the large manhood wasn’t going to tire even after unleashing dozens of floods.
“You really love it, huh?”
As Edrick said this, he thrust forward, his hips pushing Zhicheng’s head against the door, keeping him locked in place as he deepthroated the great club. The lesser scion couldn’t move his head anymore, but he could still use his tongue and lips.
All the while, Zhicheng looked straight up at Anoteros. If it were possible, his eyes would be shaped like hearts right now, but even without that, his gaze dripped with lust and satisfaction, and it didn’t waver at all, even as the action lasted for minutes on end until Anoteros pulled out and let go of his Alrin’s wrists.
Still, instead of catching his breath, the first thing the lesser scion did was to grab the thick, meaty trunk, stroking it as he longingly licked the tip and massaged the heavy pouch.
“There’s no way this is all due to Zhenluo’s training… You’re a natural at this”
Edrick grinned as he caressed Zhicheng’s hair.
“Take off your clothes and get on the bed”
“Yes, Master!”
“I am sure you can think of a more exciting way to call me, considering the situation…”
“Y-Yes, Big Alrin!”
“Good”
The greater scion watched as Zhicheng undressed completely, getting on all fours upon the bed.
He licked his teeth as he took off his own clothes, stepping forward and roughly grabbing the twink’s sizable backside, delivering a loud, albeit low-powered slap to its rippling surface.
‘Twinks and Foppoofs always have amazing asses…’
Anoteros grabbed his partner’s hip, slightly lifting his lower portion of the bed as he began pleasuring the twink’s pit using his tongue and fingers, as he reached the prostate, Zhicheng uncontrollably climaxed, unable to resist the primal pleasure.
Zhicheng buried his face into the mattress, moaning without restraint, to the point that he was out of breath when Edrick stopped and neared the tip of his club close to the pulsating entrance.
He rubbed his manhood in between the twink’s low hills, and in response, Zhicheng instinctively moved his hips as if he were giving Anoteros a lap dance.
The greater scion emitted what sounded like a low growl, his powerful frame dwarfing Zhicheng’s feeble twinkish body.
“Beg for it”
He delivered a strong spank.
“Beg for my cock, whore”
“B-Big Alrin! Please fuck me!”
“More”
Another spank rang out.
“Please, I want your big cock to ravage my insides”
“More”
The spank was stronger, making Zhicheng spew a pitiful drop of white in response.
“I beg of you, please use my body however you see fit! I am your worthless slut! Use me as a dumpster for your superior seed!”
A loud clap resounded as Anoteros thrusted balls deep into his Alrin, grabbing Zhicheng’s hair to lift his head at the same time. The younger Alein's back arched as he received a rapid, powerful pounding in the Bestial position.
“Aah! Aah~! Y-Yes! Big Alrin! Destroy me! I am yours!”
“Good boy. Moan louder”
The sound of Edrick’s hips repeatedly slamming into Zhicheng’s alluring backside rang out loudly without stop for a full hour.
It could be said that Anoteros was merciless, but the twink enjoyed every second of it. He came so much that his weak rod rapidly grew completely limp, swinging wildly under the rough treatment of the only real man in the room.
Zhenluo could get a bit rough sometimes, but she had never even come close to giving Zhicheng such a strong pounding. The lesser scion hadn’t even suspected that it was possible for him to endure such lustful strength in the first place…
…Seems like he would have to beg Zhenluo to go hard on him in the future…
When the dose of Cleansing Elixir came, it was like Zhicheng’s brain short-circuited.
He saw darkness for a moment, but from his perspective, his eyes opened immediately after… Much to his pleasure, Anoteros was still here.