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Within the Keep	By : AeoAthura Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 13701 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Within the Keep
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Full Summary: Caleb, a young human from Stormwind, makes his way to the Howling Fjord for the next segment of his rogue training. While there he gets captured by a band of patrolling Vrykul. After the worst night of his life, he is taken to the heart of Utgarde Keep where he is taken as a slave and broken in body, mind and soul. Will anyone come to the aid of this fallen adventurer? ( WARNING: Extremely graphic, NOT for the faint of heart, you have been warneded.)
Within the Keep
Chapter 1: Captured

The crisp air of the Howling Fjord was a welcome scent to many and Caleb was no exception. A fresh faced young adventurer, he stepped off of the boat he had taken from the Wetlands and stretched his arms up into the cool air. A shiver ran down his spine as he realized just how cold it actually was here in the Fjord…but that was just part of the experience.

He found himself in a small encampment with various people walking around and got several greetings from the settlers there. He approached a dwarf cleaning his gun, looking down at the burly bear laying beside him. Upon asking him where he was, Caleb was told he was in Valgarde. It was a small settlement that was still being built, and he was told that most adventurers wanted to make their way to Westguard Keep, as there was more adventurer’s work there. Caleb didn’t let this deter him, however.

He continued looking for work around Valgarde, but was assured that someone like him wouldn’t be of much use. This broke his poor little heart, as Caleb was always one to be judged by his looks.

He was not big or bulky like most men. He was small, sinewy and wiry. Slim and agile, and perhaps a full head shorter than the average human which meant many people took him for a pushover when they saw his build coupled with his loving nature. Many did not expect the boy to be skilled in the styling of rogue combat.

Eventually though, Caleb was forced to give up. He found that only a few people had work for him, and most of it had not even been worth his time. He ended up making his way out of the small settlement, but was stopped by the dwarf, “Ye be careful kid,” the Dwarf warned him, “The Vrykul patrol these parts, and they’re none too kind to their captives.”

Caleb assured him that there would be no problem. His skills with the shadows were legendary (in his own mind at least) and there would be no problem for him to get to Westguard Keep. Though he had not thought of it until he had left already but the sun was beginning to set in the distance.

Travelling in the dark was no problem for the rogue, in fact he welcomed the moonlit path. He walked along without a care, smiling as he did. He enjoyed watching the wildlife of the Fjord and was quite impressed with the scenery overall. After a while of travelling he saw Westguard Keep in the far distance. He stopped when he came across a just Cliffside overlooking the glow of the distant Keep…or what he thought was the Keep.

He decided to finish his journey in the morning, and that the sight from the Cliffside was too gorgeous to pass up. He pulled out his bedroll and laid it out in the grass, flopping over the top of it to look up at the gorgeous night sky. Life was beautiful…

A worg howled in the distance and Caleb rolled onto his side to see if he could find the beast. Though he couldn’t find the worg he could catch the sight of lanterns approaching and the figure of three large men coming up the hill towards him. He chuckled, “Good eve, guards. Have no fear, I’m alright. Just enjoying a night under the…stars…” His voice trailed off when he realized that the humanoid figures approaching were not entirely human.

These men were bigger, a full head and a half in fact, with large muscles and thick, wild hair. Caleb’s eyes widened as he realized that he was quickly being cornered by a band of patrolling Vrykul. He quickly sat up and grabbed for his swords, jumping to his feet. The three approaching men stopped, “Don’t you come any closer!” Caleb barked in the manliest tone he could manage.

He heard laughter, thick and cold, come from the band of burly men. Caleb knew he stood no chance against three of these monstrous men, and so he opted for his escape. No way he could safely jump down the cliff, he pulled a smoke pellet from his belt and threw it onto the ground. There was a crack and smoke filled the air, giving him cover as the shadows curled around his lithe frame. He smirked and slipped around the group, keeping himself in the shadows as he fled.

A whistle pierced the silent night air and he heard the worg howling again, then a second one. His blood went cold when he realized that, though the Vrykul could not see him, the worg would scent him out faster than he could flee. He needed to get to a source of water, where he would be able to wash the scent from him in order to escape.

A glance over his shoulder let him know that the two massive beasts were already on his trail in the distance, and before long he could hear their snarls and galloping paws behind him. He continued running as quickly as he could without breaking his shadows, even though the Vrykul were right behind their companions.

He saw the outline of the water in the distance, the lake surrounding what he assumed was Westguard. The approaching worgs were getting closer, and he was only a few yards from the water’s edge…

One of the beasts lunged when they got close enough to catch sight of the fleeing human, and poor Caleb let out a cry as he was easily thrown to the ground with enough force that the wind escaped his lungs in a rush. He scrambled for his swords but found the other worg swiftly upon him, grabbing at his arm. Caleb started to scream, hoping someone would be close enough to hear.

He tried to fight the worgs off of him, feeling their teeth rip at his flesh. The three Vrykul were swiftly behind their companions, and soon a massive hand grabbed his throat and yanked him out of the pile of dogs. Caleb attempted to kick at the burly man to free himself when a set of hands grabbed his ankles and another grabbed his wrists. He struggled and flailed, but the grip around his throat tightened further and caused him to feel the distant threads of unconsciousness fill the corners of his vision.

His wrists were pulled painfully tight behind his back with so much force he felt his arms threatening to pop out of their sockets, and let out a strangled sound of agony. Something bound his arms together, cutting off the circulation while still keeping the painful threat of dislocation. He was then thrown, and slammed into the ground with yet again enough force to knock the air from his lungs. He knew he blacked out for a moment because the world went black and his panic slowly drained.

He gasped a deep lungful of air and flailed back to wake. Within a few seconds of his struggles there was a heavy boot slamming down on his back, the act of which causing the bones in his wrists to grind together and his arms to pull at their sockets again, eliciting a sobbing cry from the beaten rogue. He heard laughing again as if the Vrykul enjoyed the agony from their victim, which Caleb knew they probably did.

The boot ground down on his arms and he felt his consciousness waning again. He felt tears sting his eyes and hit the ground as he tried in vain to wriggle himself away from that heavy boot.

A hand grabbed his short red hair and yanked his head up at a painful angle and a cloth was shoved in his mouth, and tied behind his head. The boot pulled away from him and he just lay there in the dirt trying his best to recover from the overload of sheer pain gripping him. He was crying by this point, unable to hold in the tears of pain as he tried to feel if his arms still worked or if the bones had been shattered.

He was then grabbed by the back of his shirt and hauled up by another massive hand and dragged bonelessly across the dirt until he was suddenly thrown so that he was bent over the stump of a cut down tree. He coughed and gagged on the cloth in his mouth and tried to shake off the disorientation.

Caleb could hear shuffling behind him as the other two moved around. He wondered what was going to happen to him next. Were they going to kill him? Decapitate him probably, with how he was being laid out… He could not believe that he was actually about to die here… He would have tried running but he could see both worgs in his peripherals and the third Vrykul was still right beside him.

Minutes went by and he used the time to collect his thoughts. He heard clicking behind him, then a rush as he realized that the band was setting up a fire. He felt a pit in his stomach, were they planning to eat him?! He had heard nothing about Vrykul being cannibalistic! Panic filled him and he moved around, trying to get a better look. The boot was back on his back, slamming down so hard that he knew he heard something crack and pop, and stars filled his vision. He let out another sobbing cry and slumped back against the stump.

More minutes passed as he lay there, sobbing from the pain of his arms and the hopelessness of the situation. What God had he infuriated to deserve this?

He heard movement behind him… This was it, he thought. This was where his life was going to… He froze when he felt a pair of enormous hands yanking at his pants. He struggled and flailed as the pit of panic turned into one of pure, unadulterated terror. The boot on his back sent him reeling into the shallows of unconsciousness.

When he regained his senses he realized that his bottom half was now naked. He felt the cold Fjord air brushing against his bare ass cheeks and he slammed his legs closed as tight as he dared. He heard the sounds of the Vrykul bickering, fighting even. He looked back and realized that they were fighting over which one of them would get to rip open his virgin ass first.

He would take this as his opportunity, and started to shift to get up. However it was at that moment that the decision was made and a large hand grabbed his hair again, slamming his face down into the wood with a good deal of force. Another hand suddenly beat down on his bare ass cheeks causing the boy to cry out in humiliation and pain. “Spread them.” He heard a growl from behind him, and when he did not comply there was another, rougher hand bearing down on his ass.

When he still did not give in to the demands the man changed his tactics, letting go of his hair. He grabbed Caleb’s thighs and forced them apart, exposing him fully to the chilly air. He felt a breeze brush past his exposed pucker and struggled in the iron grip he was in. Knees moved to hold his legs spread apart as those big hands grabbed his hips. Caleb realized with a sickening feeling, that this monster was going in dry…

He let out a sobbing whimper when he felt something hot and blunt press against his ass, and two rough thumbs that practically covered the entirety of his pale cheeks yanked them apart with stinging force. Caleb sobbed as he struggled to no avail and felt the head of the monster’s prick began battering against his resisting pucker. But the Vrykul was not deterred by this, shoving harder.

Caleb screamed around his gag when his body inevitably lost to the invader and the head of that massive cock tore into his body and the hands on his hips yanked him back as the man bucked forward. Caleb’s body was stretched and invaded, pain filled him in burning waves as the massive cock filled him and tore his insides.

Just when he thought that the man could get no deeper, he shoved harder and sent Caleb into a new level of agony, until finally he felt the press of hair and flesh meet his backside. The cock inside of him was so big compared to his body that he felt his stomach distending slightly from its terrible girth. He remained just like that for a few agonizing moments, buried fully in Caleb’s body as he murmured something that the rogue did not understand.

He then began to pull out, making the boy scream as he felt as if the cock yanking out of his body was going to pull his organs out with it. All the way out until there was the sound of a pop and his gaping ass was empty for a split second before the cock reinvaded and slammed all the way in with one brutal thrust.

Caleb felt blood dripping down the back of his thighs in thin rivers that webbed across his pale flesh, growing thicker with each respective thrust made. Eventually the Vrykul stopped pulling his cock all the way out and started slamming into him with short, hard thrusts. Caleb felt sick to his stomach when he realized that he was probably getting close to a climax, and the dread mounted when he felt the thrusts getting shallow and rough.

There was a bellowing cry as the hands gripping his hips squeezed so hard he though his bones would crumble in that hold, and his hips were mashed back into the man as his cock drove deeper in to that tight, hot channel. He felt gushes of hot and sticky semen spattering inside of his once virgin body, soiling him for eternity. His body was wracked with sobs as more cum dumped into his ass, filling him with a sickening heat.

When the monster’s cock pulled out of his well abused ass he found that he couldn’t get the gaping hole to close all the way, and gobs of hot, sticky cum dripped out of his bloody hole and trailed down the back of his balls and cock. The first Vrykul stood up and Caleb felt a few more distant strings of his cum shoot onto his reddened ass cheeks and back.

He didn’t have much time to recover before another one was behind him. The rogue didn’t have the energy or will to close his legs and give this one a challenge, but pain soon came when he felt this one grab his ass and stretch his cheeks apart. This one forced his anus open wide, drawing a cry from his gagged lips. Soon his cum-drenched cavity was invaded with another cock, this one longer but not as thick.

This one was much rougher than the first, bouncing the rogue’s body forcefully on his meat pole, causing his thighs to rub painfully against the bark of the stump as he was forcefully raped. His body was still torn from its first invader, making this one hurt just as much. Caleb didn’t have the energy to cry anymore, but tears continued to fall.

The Vrykul shoved deeper and harder, and soon his cum joined his companion’s deep in the rogue’s ass, and the cock pulled away. Once more he couldn’t close his torn ass and the slither of cum slowly draining from his hole caused him to shudder and let out a soft, unpleasant whimper.

There was a sudden tug on his hair and he was forced to look over where a third Vrykul sat with his trousers off and his massive cock erect. He was grinning sadistically, and pointed to his cock, then crooked his finger to Caleb. He wanted the boy to go to him and willingly fuck himself! The thought sickened him and he remained laying there on the stump in his defiance of the unspoken order.

The man laughed as if expecting that…and glad about it. He reached over to the fire pit and pulled out piece of burning wood. Caleb’s eyes widened and he shifted uncomfortably when the man approached. He felt heat by his ass, the lick of fire dangerously close to his destroyed anus, and the quick brush of the hot wood had him screaming and writhing away from the object.

The man sat back down with the wood still in hand and pointed to his cock, then rammed the end of the burning wood against the back of Caleb’s thigh, eliciting another sobbing cry. He quickly stood up and the wood was pulled away, leaving the rogue standing there trembling in absolute terror.

He looked down where there was a sickening puddle of blood and cum below where his ass had been, and looked down to where it was still dripping out of his torn ass. He sobbed and took a step towards his captor, earning a grin from the Vrykul male. He tossed the wood aside and reached down to grab his dick with his hand, pumping it slightly. Caleb saw a bead of his pre-cum pearl at the massive head. This one was far bigger than the last two in size and length, and he hoped that taking this cock would indeed kill him.

The rogue moved so that his feet were on either side of the barbarian’s hips and slowly slunk down until his knees hit the cold ground. He looked down between his legs and saw cum dripping down out of his ass and onto the behemoth that would soon be impaling him. He looked back up at his captor, forced to look into those cold eyes and he was given an impatient nod.

He whined and slowly lowered himself down, feeling the tip of the cock press against his cheek. He readjusted himself and found that his body froze, refusing to do this. He refused. He didn’t care what they did, he couldn’t do this!

He cried out as another piece of burning wood pressed into his back and shocked his body back to life. He slammed his eyes closed as he pressed down and felt the head of that massive cock hit home. Even with his ass stretched and torn, he still had to force a good deal of his own weight down before he forced its way into his body and filled him beyond his last two rapists. He twitched and pulled back up, the head popping out with a sickening sound. The wood was back and he dropped down with a cry, then started to inch himself down the massive member.

Humiliation outweighed the pain as he heard the three laughing at him, descending down the man’s length like a worthless whore. That was all he felt like in that moment, a worthless cum dump, a cock sleeve.

A strong hand grabbed his jaw and squeezed forcing his eyes open as he watched the face of his rapist as he enjoyed the ministrations of his captive. He wriggled and tried to pull away but the hand only gripped him tighter.

His head was then guided down and he was forced to watch how his belly distended as he fucked himself on the man’s cock. He hated the look of his belly bulging out slightly, the feel of that monster’s cock sliding in and out of him by his own actions. He hated himself and sobbed openly.

Pre-cum dripped out of his ass as he worked himself on the man’s shaft. Suddenly he was yanked up and flipped around before he was slammed back down on that cock, causing a great deal of pain as his insides were churned painfully. He was thankful that he didn’t have to look into the monster’s face anymore, but realized that the two were now approaching him with their dicks out and hands pumping them.

They said something to the one Caleb was fucking and there was a grunt. The gag was loosened and pulled from his mouth and he had a sickening realization of what was coming next. His jaw was gripped and with a push on either side, forced open.

He knew what they wanted, and had no idea what new horrors they would bring if he refused or fought back. He had considered biting down on the dick when it went into his mouth but he wondered if that would make them angry enough to kill him, or so angry that they found some new and terrible torture. Defeat filled his body and the last thread of defiance drained from him when he felt his body automatically open its mouth.

There was humiliating laughter around him, they were amused and delighted that their captive was going to submit to them, and the thought made Caleb want to vomit.

He examined the head of the massive cock in front of him, the mushroom like bulge and the thick shaft. He could see his own blood dried on the flesh and the angry red head twitching at the tip. Caleb had no idea what overcame him, be as he continued his slow and painful grind on the monster’s hips (he had only managed to get in most of the cock he was fucking on his own), he leaned forward and took the head of the Vrykul cock into his mouth.

His eyes slammed shut and he swirled his tongue along the twitching tip. More laugher around him, and a massive hand wrapped around the back of his head. His mouth was suddenly filled with that cock and the tip bore down on the back of his throat, battering for forced entrance. Caleb felt the need to vomit but there was nothing in his stomach, and soon he struggled when he felt the cock stretching out his throat and cutting off his airways. His eyes rolled back in his head and he continued to struggle back, trying to free himself to get a breath.

Hands grabbed his hips and yanked him down the rest of the way onto that behemoth cock, and he felt furious burning pain and tearing from deep within him. He continued to struggle as more panic set in, the feeling of being choked a very real concern as that cock didn’t pull out but instead ventured deeper. There was still a hand around his jaw, squeezing hard to prevent him from biting down.

Finally the cock pulled out and he took a gasping breath, coughing and choking as he saw a string of saliva and pre-cum connecting his lips to his rapist’s cock. The man beneath him shifted and lifted Caleb by the hips, getting up on his knees before standing, managing not to dislodge his cock from his captive’s well abused body. In fact, he somehow managed to get deeper. There was a hand on his chest while another one gripped his hips, holding him up above the ground.

The cock was shoved back into his mouth and down his throat, and the two Vrykul men alternated thrusting and sent poor Caleb into a new level of hell. The one in his ass had a lot more stamina than the previous two as he pumped his massive cock in and out rough enough that slaps from his ball sac hitting Caleb’s ass filled the air along with the sickening sound of gagging and slurping as he was orally raped as well.

The man in his mouth grunted and picked up his pace, muttering to himself before he shoved that cock down as far as it would go into the rogue’s throat. Caleb felt fresh tears as his lips felt the pulse of each gout of cum working its way down the cock, making it flex and twitch in his throat. It was such an odd and disgusting feeling, having cum pretty much dumped directly into his belly while what couldn’t make it down his throat suddenly backed up and he felt a small burst of it from his nose. He panicked and struggled again as he felt his airways being cut off as the Vrykul ground his cock deeper as he finished his climax.

Just when Caleb felt as if he would pass out from it all the cock was pulled free with a pop and he watched one last twitch from the straining erection before a shot of cum hit his face.

Before he even had a chance to get more than a few breaths, the first was replaced by his companion and a thicker cock was rammed down his throat, causing Caleb’s eyes to bulge out.

The one in his ass was picking up momentum and churning his insides so painfully. The rogue’s entire body trembled as it went into a panicked shock. The head of this cock was bigger as well, and Caleb could feel its twitching stretching his throat as he was face fucked.

The cock in his mouth pulled out and allowed the rogue to take a few gasping breaths. The cock in his ass pulled free as well and he felt a gush of what had to be his own blood dripping down the cleft of his ass and down his ball sac. His position was once again changed as he was turned over so that he looked up at the sky. The third Vrykul grabbed Caleb’s ankles as the one holding him slowly reinserted the painfully large cock. The rogue felt his ankles being forcefully tied around the man’s hips, forcing him even deeper than before.

A hand placed itself on his back, around his bound wrists which caused no end of pain as it aggravated the damaged bones.

His hair was yanked and his head pulled down and back, the cock being shoved back down his throat as he was once more humiliated by a new and revealing position.

The two went back to work in earnest, neither of them wasting time as they began assaulting him with wave after wave of pain and humiliation. Caleb was in such a state of defeat that all he could do was quite literally feel each twitch of the cocks hammering into his destroyed orifices. The heads of both cocks could be felt getting hotter as they prepared to blow their load in their new cum dump.

Their pants and grunts got shorter and more desperate, and finally Caleb felt them both buck hard, anchoring themselves inside of the rogue’s body as more semen filled him now from both ends. The mammoth cock in his ass flared and gushed out a torrent of cum, thick ropes of seed that didn’t seem to end. His partner stretched out his throat as he angled himself to get even deeper, he could feel his own throat bulging out from this as pulse after pulse of hot seed mixed with what was already in his belly.

More seed backed up through his nose and choked him. He only prayed that they would finally let him die as they held themselves inside of his body and finished off their loads. He felt his head swimming and his vision going dark as they twitched inside of him, and finally…everything faded…

Caleb woke with gagging, gasping breaths and his body trembled with renewed pain. He writhed around as he tried to roll off of his back where his damaged arms were getting crushed and onto his stomach.

He was on the cold ground of the Fjord, trembling from the pain, humiliation and cold. He could feel the cum caked on his face and ass, not yet cold which could only mean that he had not been out for more than a few minutes. His gaping anus still leaked a good amount of their semen, but not nearly as much as before but his lightheadedness told him that he had lost a lot of blood from the tears in his ass…

He could hear the sound of feet shuffling around him and realized that his captors were still nearby. Perhaps they were done with him for now, he prayed, and lay there with his eyes closed hoping they would just leave him be for now.

Of course, fate was not that kind to the man.

Something cold and wet pressed against his ass and made him stiffen up. The low rumble of a growl and the sound of sniffing told him that one of the worgs had ventured over to see if his maters would finally let him devour their plaything.

A dark chuckle filled the air beside him and he heard approaching footsteps. The worg started to back off but stopped when his master made the motion for him to stay. Caleb felt big hands on his naked hips, lifting them off the ground. He trembled and whined softly, letting out a cry when his cheeks were yanked apart and a cold nose pressed to his torn pucker. A long, warm tongue lapped across it and made the boy twitch in fear.

He was suddenly lifted by the back of his armor and drug across the ground to be laid back out over the stump. He didn’t have the energy to stop his thighs from being spread and just whined again when the worgs tongue once more laved across his anus. The beast started in earnest now, working his tongue so that it poked inside of that broken and bloody body.

The gag was forced back into his mouth and once more he lacked the strength or the will to fight it. Caleb simply squeezed his eyes shut and cried softly.

When the worg was satisfied with itself he lifted his head. His master motioned towards him and the beast’s paws suddenly appeared on either side of Caleb’s body, then shifted lower so that they hooked around his hips and he felt the beast’s weight crushing down on his broken arms. The boy began to struggle and cry out in pain, but the Vrykul only found amusement in this.

The worg began to buck his hips and Caleb squeezed his eyes shut, not even wanting to think about what was about to happen. However when he finally felt the poke of the beast’s cock against him, it brushed against his ass cheek, then his cock. The beast couldn’t find his ravaged pucker, and for a brief moment this gave the poor boy a touch of hope…

That was, of course, until the Vrykul master reached down and took the beast’s cock in hand, guiding it up to its mark.

Caleb let out a shocked cry when he felt that huge, oddly angled tip meet his pucker and shove itself inside. The worg gave a satisfied snarl and squeezed his broken hips tighter and braced his hind paws on the ground before he started in earnest.

This beast was far longer than the Vrykul men, the rogue could feel its length brutally invading his bowels, working itself in and out in short, quick strokes. The creature ground roughly into its forced mate, his jowls drifting down towards his ear where he heard soft snarls and snorts daring him to move. But the poor boy could only sob in agony and humiliation, knowing that all eyes were upon him now getting raped by an animal.

The offending cock continued to work itself deeper inside, growing thicker the deeper it went. Finally, after what felt like miles, the rogue felt the fuzzy sheath of the worg. He let out the softest sigh of pure relief, but continued to writhe in pain and discomfort. The beast’s cock was so deep and far inside of him, he could feel it pushing his organs around as it ground into him, the tip stretching out his anal cavity as that odd head flared inside of him.

After a few long, agonizing moments of the worgs torment, Caleb felt a new sensation. As the beast thrust in and out of him he felt a thick pop from the base, then slight pain as something slightly larger pushed into him as he reentered. This continued as the beast raped him, the pain of the bulge forming at the base of his cock steadily getting more intense as it enlarged.

The poor boy struggled and whined, wincing and twitching each time the bulge forced its way past his battered pucker. The bulge continued to get larger, eventually the beast had to yank and tug with force to pull it out, then shove and ram to force it back in. Caleb was openly sobbing and screaming around his gag by that point, trying to fight against what was happening but to no avail… The beast continued to bear into him with no consideration.

With one final shove that Caleb found particularly painful, the beast tugged and yanked but could not pull free of his captive bitch. He snorted, annoyed, but pushed the bulge in deeper causing the poor rogue to writhe in more pain. His stomach was beginning to crap from all of the abuse on his muscles and organs, which only added to his agony.

The worg above him continued to grind into the boy until there was nowhere left to go and continued to hump into him. Caleb felt the massive cock inside of him growing and pulsing, the head flared a few times before the beast finally released its load, gush after gush of hot cum filled him deep inside, the bulge at the cock’s base preventing any of it from escaping as he continued to fill his bitch with more hot, sticky fluid.

This went on for minutes, poor Caleb couldn’t believe how much was being pumped into him. He could feel every pulse and gush of the creature’s load as it filled him, but slowly the torrents began to subside and the worg relaxed, yanking sharply though he was still firmly locked into the abused rogue.

His stomach felt bloated on top of everything else, filled and well abused. With the beast unable to pull out but satisfied with his release, Caleb allowed himself a moment of rest. He was in such an overload of pain that it all faded into one low throb the pulsed through his body like a steady heartbeat. His eyes closed and he allowed himself to drift into the shallows of unconsciousness where the reality of his hell felt like a distant nightmare…

He lay there for what could have been seconds, minutes, hours, he wasn’t sure anymore. He no longer cared, because the only thing time had ever done for him was brought him to this moment.

A sudden sharp, ripping pain yanked him back to reality as he realized that the worg was pulling himself free of his body, sending jolts of pain up his spine until the bulge finally popped free with a sickening sound and Caleb shuddered at the sensation of that huge length being pulled out of him. The rogue heard the dull sound of the beast’s seed falling out of him, adding to the puddle forming on the ground beneath on his ass.

Without the energy or will to move he lay there still and silent, slowly letting the cum drain from him. The world spun and he felt the touched of unconsciousness coiling around him once more… He gleefully welcomed this, but was unable to fully drift away…

He was only barely aware of the hands on his hips, another cock being shoved into his ass. These monsters were insatiable, but he no longer cared. The pain was ebbing away into the distance, the humiliation was fading away with his unconsciousness, even when he felt more cum filling his ass. He didn’t care…he just wanted to sleep…

Finally he was left alone, or perhaps he was simply dying. He prayed to whatever God existed that it was the latter. Darkness wrapped around him one last time, a darkness that he hoped he would never wake from. Drifting…drifting…

If only his fate was that kind, but there seemed to be more hell for him to endure…
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