GC | Chapter 1.5

He stretched languidly, let out a breath, then hugged Shey, whose breathing remained faint. Even though that slack mouth was adorable and drenched in his cum, he still sucked the inside thoroughly. Maybe because it was mixed with Shey’s saliva, even his own foul seed tasted good.

He cleaned away every last drop of semen, embraced the slack body like a doll, and patted his butt. Held against each other like that, Shey’s thick nipples kept rubbing against his skin, and Ruslan’s cock kept hardening again, but simply holding him like this was satisfying too.

Still, if he kept being limp and unconscious for too long, that would obviously be bad, so Ruslan slapped his cheek to wake him forcibly, and Shey whined.

When he was sober, he would never show such precious whining. It was so adorable it made Ruslan’s heart ache, so he coaxed him like a baby, saying, “Yes, you’re tired. Don’t touch me, I don’t like it…” and Shey, sensing something was off, opened his half-lidded eyes.

“Why. What.”

“…Don’t.”

“Don’t what? This?”

Ruslan smiled slyly and thrust his waist upward, and Shey thrashed to get away in disgust.

He should have been drained dry by now, and yet he still had the spirit to resist. Ruslan was impressed and smacked his ass with a sharp slap.

“Ahk!”

“Stop that. Or I’ll really punish you.”

Ruslan threatened him, hugged the thin body, and slid a hand into the groove of his ass. Even though he had not inserted anything, he shoved three fingers straight into the slightly parted hole.

“Hngh!”

At first the hole had been so tight he could not take even one finger and had to wheeze through it, but now it was loose enough to swallow three. In the large mirror opposite them, the elongated anus could be seen stretched between his buttocks.

Its size was expanded to an ugly degree, and the skin had bulged from repeated sex into a rag-like hole, but it still clamped and chewed well. It was impressive that it had not yet prolapsed after being taken by groups of men under Ruslan’s pressure all those years ago.

He had killed every single one of those male sluts after they were no longer useful, but thinking back on it again made him feel bad. If Shey had only trusted his sincerity, he would never have had to prove his love in that way.

Feeling a little hurt, Ruslan made a somewhat sulky face and shoved another finger into the loosened back passage. As he groped around inside the slick hole, Shey buried his forehead in Ruslan’s chest and sniffled.

“D-don’t…”

“Shey likes having his back passage fucked, doesn’t he? You don’t like it? Should I just cum in your pussy today?”

He knew perfectly well that the back passage had opened completely and loved being stuffed until it stayed spread open all day, so why was he pretending to dislike it again? Ruslan pondered for a moment, then suddenly exclaimed, “Ah!”

“Do you hate it because it’s just my fingers? Sorry, I wasn’t reading the room. I’ll put my fist in instead.”

“N-no. No!”

At those generous-sounding words, Shey was horrified and struggled with all his might to wriggle free of the body held against him, but it was useless. Ruslan even turned him around with ease, until his ass was aimed directly at him. It was the position for taking a fist without escape.

“I, I’m not doing it, I’m not doing it. I won’t do that! I won’t!”

Every time he had been hit with a fist before, he had felt it so intensely that he nearly blacked out and every drop of fluid in his body had poured out. Once Shey realized he could feel that way too, he developed a deep revulsion toward such beastly acts.

But Ruslan, who always put action before words, drew a pleased, proud little smile every time he saw Shey faint with his ass lifted high.

Shey is a shameless slut. He always just says no with his mouth.

The nightmare was about to repeat itself today too. Shey, now pale as a sheet, crawled frantically across the bed trying to escape, but with his pelvis held in place, all he could do was shake his ass in a ridiculous way.

“You’re already enjoying it that much? I’m hurt. All this effort from me, and you only like fists.”

Ruslan grumbled playfully and tugged at the soft hole. Thanks to having expanded it daily, the hole stretched well and the flesh had become soft and supple. As expected, he was already looking forward to the climax to come, even as he shouted that he wouldn’t do it, and the oily mucosa was already gleaming.

Why did he always pretend to hate it while liking it so much? Ruslan had always found Shey difficult and baffling. If only he would say once that he liked it, that he wanted cock stuffed into him until his belly burst every day, Ruslan would service him until his dick fell off. It was deeply frustrating.

“Still, it can’t be helped.”

If his feelings could be folded up that easily, he would never have started in the first place.

Ruslan draped himself over Shey’s back as if flattening his own body atop him and sucked the pointy ear. Rubbing his hands over the shoulder that had flinched, he soothed him to relax.

He kneaded the ass he had lifted high and shoved his fingers in as far as they would go. The excited inner walls pressed down on the fingers in the shape of the back passage, and the flesh inside was already swollen and bulging.

“Haaaah!”

When he pressed and pinched that flesh at the tip of his nail as if to tear it apart, Shey, ass still lifted, screamed. The round flesh jiggled up and down with his frantic movements. With two genital parts this sensitive, daily life must have been hard.

A body like this, and he had served as a priest. Ruslan would not have believed it if he had not seen it with his own eyes. At the same time, he also had a reasonable suspicion that Shey had likely hidden himself in the temple because he instinctively sensed his fate.

If he had not been in the temple, he would have degraded into a sex toy for men and lived in a beast cage until Ruslan rescued him. If he still had arms and legs, it would have been a blessing from heaven, and in the worst case, he would have been left with only his head and body, rolling across the floor as a living fuckhole.

Of course, Ruslan would never let anyone do such things to Shey, but at the same time, he could understand that desire. When he looked at Shey, he wanted to cut off those useless arms and legs altogether. In any case, he would love him until he drew his last breath, so what did the outside of him matter?

He could preserve the limbs he had gotten, and whenever he missed Shey’s body, he could drape them over his own shoulders. Just like when Shey held him in his excitement.

Still, for now, he preferred it when Shey hugged him first.

My ghost, who can only be loved even when broken.

At some point this sly ghost had stolen every last bit of Ruslan’s body and heart, but he did not even feel resentment. Love as deep as the sea is a mysterious force that makes resentment impossible.

“Hhk, ngh, stop, please…! Ah!”

When he shoved in even the thumb, longer than other people’s, Shey finally burst into tears. He seemed to be enjoying it. Shey often cried out loud when he was overcome by pleasure he could not endure.

The already stretched hole swallowed the hand of an adult man without difficulty even without being carefully loosened. The hole dripping with arousal juice swallowed half the back of his hand. When he rotated the inserted hand halfway, the hole soon sucked his wrist in smoothly, then tightened again.

“Hah, hhuugh…!”

Shey rolled his eyes back as Ruslan pulled his tongue out and panted. After the widest part of the back of the hand came the wrist, and in one go, half of his lower forearm filled his belly.

As the forearm, filling the twisting intestines without a gap, moved back and forth inside and out, the inner walls trembled. The spasms that started as usual spread outward, and when Shey’s limbs went limp, a firm hand grabbed his pelvis.

Holding his ass steady easily with one arm, Ruslan began punching in earnest.

Bang! Wham! Bang!

“Ungh, kuhk! Ugh! Ugh!”

Right from the start it was merciless. The first time he had been punched, Shey had struggled so badly that it took days of gradually loosening the hole because it felt as though he were being torn apart below, but after doing that for years, there was no foreplay anymore. Ruslan muttered nonsense about wanting to satisfy him quickly and lovingly destroyed Shey’s body.

“Stooop, kkhh, ugh, ugh!”

He felt like vomiting. The insides were struck dead-on, and an involuntary groan burst out of him. All strength drained from his body, and he wanted to let his limbs go slack, but the forearm wrapped tightly around his lower abdomen would not let him collapse as he pleased.

Because of the fast back-and-forth motion, foam formed and burst at the entrance of the back passage again and again. Every time the fist hammered inside and pulled out, the anal opening widened a little more. From the loosened hole, a blurt of trapped air leaked and burst with a wheezy sound.

At first he had been ashamed of this noise, but now he did not care at all. He did not even think it was dirty or filthy. He simply felt as though his whole body had been turned into a machine for taking cock, like a rutting beast.

“Haaah! Hiiik, ah! So good! Ah!”

It felt as if his brain had been crushed into ash. A sturdy fist battered the slick insides to its heart’s content. Each time, the lower abdomen bulged outward, leaving a mark on the belly skin like a fetus kicking.

It was so blissful it felt like he might faint. Shey wept and roared like a breeding female beast.

So good. Good. Good. I want more. I want it until my belly bursts. I want my pussy ripped apart while taking fists. I want to be covered in a lot of a man’s cum. I don’t want to endure it. It’s this good. It feels this good.

“Aaaah! Feels so, so good, hngh! Aaaah!”

The fist, now at full speed, pounded the soft intestines as if beating them into submission, and even the thickest part of the forearm went into his belly. The entrance to the colon brushed against the fist and writhed.

A very long time ago, he had been afraid of reaching such deep places and had trembled while bringing his hands together to beg Ruslan. He did not know why.

Shey burst into tears as he blamed his own foolish self from the past, then started to grin.

When his lover’s smiling face was reflected in the mirror, Ruslan smiled brightly too. As expected, Shey liked taking fists.