And then the Second, and the Last…
Seeing Darrel coming over in the corner of his eye, Evans pulled Seth up as he sat with his legs sprawled out in front of him.
Facing Evans, Seth used his hands to grab his shoulders as he continued to energetically ride and grind on Evans cock.
Seth was unaware of the beastly man behind him.
He was surprised as a throbbing large and thick cock dropped in front of his face. But it did not deter him from continuing to embrace the pulsing member inside him.
Provocatively he glanced at Evans, and licked and sucked on the enormous phallus as he continued to bounce his lower half.
Something took over the noble's son, and he too brushed his tongue on Darrel's low hanging balls. Feeling the stimulation, Darrel propelled his cock back and forth. The three were entranced, moaning deeply in the throes of their libido.
Seth's soft insides brought Evans into a hot and heavy panting. Ducking under Darrel's dick, he pushed Seth back and once again pinned him to the ground.
"Huahh…huhgnn…euaahh…"
Every thrust Evans let out a deep moan. He pounded Seth's bottom faster and faster. Each thrust was with more vigor. His member hit deeply and repetitively at Seth's other sensitive spot. Evans's breathing became frenzied.
Seth's panting naturally synchronized with Evans's, as he too was breathing heavily. Every deep thrust made him moan out loudly.
He could feel Evans close to ejacuclating. The man's panting was becoming rapid and uneven. Seth too was at the brink of the edge. They both got closer and closer to cumming. Seth begged for more, for release.
"Take me! Nhguhh… Right there! Yes! More!…Yes!… Yes!.. Yes!"
The rapid pounding became slower but Evans thrusted more powerfully. He was reaching his climax. He felt the rush of a jolt from deep within before rushing up his spine.
They were both gasping for air. Seth let out a deep grunt followed by Evans as they both spurted out thick white loads of semen from their pulsing cocks. Their bodies trembled and shook from ecstasy.
Seth's member trembled as it shot out stream after stream. His abdomen curled and twisted as he was milked out every drop of cum from his body.
Evans did the same but let it all loose inside Seth.
Their frenzied panting became haggard as Evans collapsed on top of Seth. He laid on top of Seth's pool of cum. The chest of the two men rose and fell as they laid on top of each other, while they recovered from their fatigue.
Evans let out a tired laugh, but was suddenly shocked when he was picked up.
"Sorry young master. I cannot hold on any longer."
Evans was taken away, but he simply patted Darrel's shoulder in understanding.
"I know. This slave was truly exiting. Take him! Pound him like he asked for!"
His young master's command further riled up his sex drive and he immediately dropped to his knees. He held up Seth's legs, spreading them apart. Man juice from his young master oozed from Seth's hole, but that only further turned Darrel on.
Seth would not get a moment's rest.
He was already loosened from Evans, but he struggled with the monstrous member of the knight. Darrel did not hold back and immediately plunged his dick into Seth. Seth was filled with a full sensation he had never felt before.
The knight had incredible stamina. Seth's insides were pummeled relentlessly. Gripping Seth's ankles, the knight merciless slammed his rod with deep powerful thrusts. He went on and on without rest. Seth could feel a mix of pleasure turning into pain from the rough handling.
However, he was lucky as the knight was on the brink of ejaculating from all the visual foreplay of Duke Shamus and Evans.
Darrel's breathing hastened into a rapid panting as he hammered away at Seth's bottom. He exploded into Seth with deep grunts as the release of pleasure shook his entire body.
He collapsed onto his bare buttocks, pulling out of Seth. He fell back and laid on the floor taking in the satisfaction from relieving himself.
With all the Baron's guests now having taken their turns, it was now his and his son, Ivan's.
However, there was not a trace of lustful desire on the Baron's face. His eyes scowled and his face was darkly filled with deep hatred at his slave.
He never seen his slave so lewd, wanting the embrace of another man. His slave never gave him such satisfaction.
"That damn slave played me all these years!" The Baron screamed in his thoughts.
Burning with anger, Baron Wendell began assuming how his slave thought of him.
His spiraling thoughts continued to anger him. He felt betrayed and belittled. Worse, by a slave. His slave. A slave that he could dispose of at any moment.
"He dared to shake his slutty ass like a dog in heat in front of others except me! A dog in heat right?! Let's turn up the fire then!"
Seth laid sprawled out on his back, unaware of the raging animosity that consumed his master.
"Burning hands!" His master evoked the basic first class spell, and his hands burned bright red like hot iron. He made his way over to his slave.
A sudden agonizing pain burned Seth's neck and shoulder as his master clasped him in his grip. The searing of burnt flesh diffused into the room, mixing with the smell of man sweat and body fluids.
An evil grin filled Seth's master's face.
"Let me show you the best part about this slave, Shamus. As you know already know, this slave is gifted with a wondrous and strong body. But did you also know his body also reacts well with the school of transmutation? Especially the area of healing?"
The Baron proceeded to give an example. He chanted a basic class one spell.
"Aqueous heal!"
A blue wave of water circled and twisted around his hands. The Baron guided it with his hands and it submerged into Seth's burned skin and healed it.
The Duke had recovered at this point and was ready for a second round with the sexually captivating slave. He wanted to penetrate the slave the second time around.
But he was stopped. The burning smell of flesh made him partially lose his sexual appetite. Furthermore, he was somewhat surprised at his future in-law's display of torture. He laughed out as he was well familiar with such hobbies.
"Wendell! We were meant to become a family! Who would have known that you and I share such similar tastes?! You sneakily hid the best part from me! Now let me try!"
The Duke eagerly walked towards Seth and his master with crazed eyes. He was out for a different type of carnal desire, one of pain and suffering.
"Molten hand!" The Duke evoked the 2nd class version of "burning hands." It was much stronger than the version that the Baron used.
Seth struggled in desperation and fear. Baron Wendell was barely able to hold him back.
The scorching of flesh echoed through the room as Seth screamed in torment. The Duke gripped down on Seth's arms and smoke came off his charred flesh as it continued to burn deeper.
Seth madly tried to wave off the Duke, but that only further agitated him. Like a predator playing with its food, the Duke's face warped into that of a psychotic maniac as he smiled in delight at Seth's agony.
"Discharge." The Duke evoked another class two spell.
Mana circled through the Duke causing him to slightly glow with blue light. The blue light turned into blue sparks and suddenly lashed out and struck Seth in continuous strikes.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH…HHHHHAAAAAAA…AAAAAAH…" spell after spell, the Duke chanted. Seth screams became softer and softer until he finally collapsed, convulsing in pain.
The Duke's frenzy sacred Baron Wendell. He wanted to punish his slave, but never did he want to the suffering to be stopped at death. His slave was the perfect outlet as he could endure much pain that would leave others dying.
"DUKE SHAMUS! Wait!" The shout from the Baron made the Duke snap out of his trance. However, he gave a death glare at the Baron.
Baron Wendell felt a freezing cold to his core, but he still had to convince the Duke.
"We must heal him first! He may have a strong body, but he is mortal nonetheless. Why let him enjoy the gratification of death? Let him suffer! Besides! Remember the other services he can provide. There is no other slave capable of both!"
The Baron's persuading words got through to the Duke. He thought about the slave and how well he held on. He was then reminded of the mind-blowing blowjob he received.
"I apologize, Wendell. I nearly killed your slave. You're right. I haven't even enjoyed fucking him! We have much time into the future together, Wendell ! We will have many uses for a long time to come."
Looking at the unconscious Seth, the Duke licked his lips thinking of the endless times he would play with the slave.
"Luminous healing!" The Duke chanted a 3rd class spell. Light sparkled midair before enveloping the area. The Duke moved the light to heal Seth, but he still left the scars on his back.
The Duke bent down and slapped Seth awake.
"Get up slave, this isn't over yet."
Dazed, Seth struggled to open his eyes. However, he was greeted with fear and alarm at the sight of nobleman who tortured him with magic.
"Round two, slave. This time I will enjoy fucking you."
Seth had no time to understand what was happening. The Duke immediately pinned him down on all fours. He lifted Seth's waist and plowed him. The Duke used Seth for all his pent up desires he built up throughout the night.
The rounds continued, and Seth could not resist the group of men. He was pushed down, pinned and entered. Passed around and enjoyed, before more rounds of torture and then healing.
Seth screams would last through the night.
His previous calculations of ending before midnight would be proven wrong. He thought wrong that his master wouldnt torture him. He never imagined there could be others who could do worse.
This time Seth could not enjoy the sexual throes. He zoned out like all the other times his master had his way and tortured him.
He numbed his mind, and surrendered his body to the desires of his masters. They only stopped when he finally could not regain consciousness.
Ending their escapade, they followed the Baron leaving Seth with a final gift. A reminder. Some of them burned the flesh on Seth's back or slashed deep gashes and lacerations. They marked him in a show of their triumph and trophy.