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In the humid darkness, a low groan of pain sounded out. The diminutive figure slumped against the wall shifted as it stirred from unconsciousness into hazy half-awareness. Its eyes blinked open, one a dark amber color while the other was rendered a milky yellow by the scar running down the right-hand side of the being's face. Its jaw worked, a dry tongue ran over its chops and jagged teeth, and the large, fuzzy ears crowning its head--a little oversized for its compact body--flicked a few times.

Kled, the Cantankerous Cavalier of the Northern Steppes, huffed at the sight which greeted him as he awoke. A cell--probably deep in the heart of Noxus--built out of large blocks of stone set so close together not even air could seep through, with a tight-fitted grate--made of runic iron, and so he made it a point to stay as far away from that singular opening as possible--set into the floor. The fact that there didn't appear to be any door out of the place was a might bit concerning, but old Kled had gotten himself out of stickier situations before.

And whoever had locked him up had neglected to bind his limbs in any way, not even a bit of rope around his wrists and ankles. Their mistake.

A glance downward confirmed his suspicions: he was completely naked, not a stitch of cloth concealing his furry form. Not that he really cared; there wasn't all that much use for damn-fool ideas like propriety and modesty in the harsh environs of the Steppes. And for yordles like him, clothing was more of a concession to the standards of the lands outside Bandle City than a true necessity. Bastards could've at least let him keep his hat, but he figured they probably wanted him feeling helpless; or at the very least, appearing so.

That thought, of course, led Kled to pondering exactly who it was who'd imprisoned him. The 'why' was easy enough to guess; he'd proudly made himself a pain in the mortal Noxii's collective backside ever since they were small tribes roaming around and bashing each other's brains in over hunting grounds. Had another puffed-up 'lord' decided 'High Command' granting him a spit of land for sitting on his ass and ordering the real soldiers around superseded Kled's claim to his territory? Had the humans grown tired of getting their asses kicked by a yordle, and decided to take him out? Whatever the case, it was his own damn fault for letting them get the drop on him; and the quiet admission got Kled scowling in rage as his memory started coming back to him.

It had been another day of patrolling his lands, just like any other. Another argument with his lazy flaprat of a drakolops while she sunned herself on a rock and farted in his direction at every criticism of her cowardly nature, just like any other. Another solo constitutional into the brush to take care of the rumbling in his bowels and pressure in his bladder, just like any other. Though his wanderings had taken him pretty far from Skaarl, and he had dropped his guard more than he probably should have while managing his personal matters. He'd only noticed a faint rustling in the tall grass before something had slammed into his side, knocking and pinning him to the ground. Then something had closed down over his mouth and nose, and everything had gone black. He wasn't sure what kind of sneaky trickery his assailant had used, but Kled did know one thing for certain: he, his fists, and his jaws were gonna have a nice, long chat with the bastard's face whenever they showed it.

His ear twitched again. He looked around, peering into the darkness which filled his cell. He drew himself up at the sound of something approaching from outside; speak of old Mordekaiser, and he'll come a-knocking.

He finally looked towards the grate in the floor, backing up to press his spine against the stone wall. There was an--admittedly very ominous--gurgling sound, and then something began to flow up out of it. For a wild moment, Kled could only think it was someone's idea of torture, water flowing into his cell to either soak or drown him; maybe whoever had imprisoned him decided he was more trouble than he was worth alive. But then that something began to twist and flow with viscous slowness into a tall shape. The trunk of a body. Rudimentary arms and legs. A head, more lower jaw than anything else, with a long and thin tendril arching up and backwards from above its brow. The thing's form began to fill out, growing muscular and definitively masculine, and a pair of yellow orbs--the creature's eyes--opened to gaze down at the yordle.

It grunted. It burbled and let out a phlegmy cough. At last, it spoke. "Greetings."

A breathless moment passed in complete, flabbergasted silence. "Huh." Kled scratched at one of his ears while looking his apparent captor up and down. "I gotta admit, weren't expecting to meet a talking snot bubble today. Guess it's true what they say, never know what sunup's gonna bring ya."

The creature's 'mouth' pulled down into a frown. "My name is Zac. And I am not a snot bubble."

"Sure could've fooled me, Snotty."

The newly-christened 'Snotty' ignored his captive's jab. "Kled, Lord Major Admiral of the Second Legion's forward artillery. Cavalry multiplication." His form jiggled as a ripple moved through it. "I've heard a lot about you from the humans in the city above."

"Oh have you now?" The yordle snorted in contempt. "Well then, you should know damn well why it's a bad idea to piss me off."

"You're angry. And scared." The gelatinous creature blinked, slow and nonplussed. "Don't be. I will not harm you if you cooperate."

"Scared?!" Kled couldn't decide between laughing in the snot bubble's 'face' or snarling at the insult; he finally settled on giving the thing a sneer. "Sure, Snotty. How's about you take your 'cooperation', shove it up whatever hole you got down in your nethers, and let me outta this cell before you get me real angry. Oh, and gimme my hat and Skaarl back, that'd be real appreciated."

"Skaarl?" Zac's head tilted to the side, like a confused beast. His yellow eyes blinked again. "Was that the drakalops that attacked me when I took you? That explains how hard it fought." Another ripple moved through his hulking form. "Giving it back to you is not possible at this time."

Kled stared long and hard at the creature; and when he spoke, his voice was placid over an undercurrent of seething fury. "Listen here, Snotty. If you nicked a single goldurned scale on my girl's hide, I'm gonna teach you the real meaning of pain."

The thing just continued to stare at him for a long moment. Kled's ear twitched along with his fingers as the yordle imagined his claws raking through his captor's viscous body. At last, Zac blinked, and his mouth curved upward into another smile; as flat and cold as the slime-thing's blank yellow eyes. "The drakolops is... unharmed." The tension in the yordle's gut eased, and then tightened right back up as his captive continued. "However, if you continue to prove uncooperative, then I cannot guarantee that it will remain so."

So that was the bastard's game. Kled snarled; more at himself for getting into such a precarious situation than at Snotty for pulling it on him. "So if I go along with what'cha have in mind, she ain't gonna get harmed none. That what you're telling me?"

"Correct."

"And if I tear that smug fucking grin off yer face and..." He looked his captor up and down; the slime-creature's almost-fluid, gelatinous form didn't exactly lend itself to Kled's usual brand of threats. "...And flush ya back down that drain like the shitheap you are?"

"That would be undesirable for both of us."

The bastard's nonplussed and disaffected tone only served to piss Kled off more. However, he finally crossed his arms over his chest. "I'll hear ya out, Snotty. That's all I'm promising ya."

There was a burble from Zac's chest and throat--the yordle could almost mistake it for a purr--as the goo-creature's smile widened. "Good." His form drew further into itself, his body drew upward, and he let out another phlegmy cough; an imitation of someone clearing their throat. "I--or rather, the me off of whom I split--have been interested in learning about the world outside of Zaun for as long as he can-"

"I didn't ask fer your life story, Snotty." Kled huffed and let out another low growl.

"Then I will give you the brief summary." Zac's eyes narrowed. "I am a fragment of a larger whole who has come to Noxus to learn about this area, its peoples and its customs. However, I've been unable to explore as freely as I could back in Zaun, and have found myself needing currency in order to flourish and prepare for further travels beyond this point. I have observed that the quickest and most profitable way to gain currency in this place is by trading and selling others' bodies, either for labor or sex."

Kled's jaws opened and then shut. Opened and then shut. "Ex-fucking-scuse me?" Once more the yordle couldn't decide whether to laugh or snarl. "You want me ta whore myself out ta these high-faluting Noxii sister-fuckers so you can nab yerself some travel money?!"

"One does what one must to survive." Zac shrugged. "I need 'travel money' to fulfill the directive given to me by my original, and you need to have your life and that of your drakalops preserved. I think it's a generous offer, all things considered."

"No."

One of Zac's brows perked upward. "No?"

"Oh, sorry, lemme correct myself. Hell no!" The yordle's lips curled and parted to bare his fangs, and his body trembled with the anticipation of surging forward to rip and tear his captive to slimy bits. "Here's a better offer for ya: you let me go, and I don't let Skaarl turn ya into an actual shitpile!"

Zac just sighed. "Unfortunate. But I guess there's no other choice." And then one of the slime-creature's arms lashed out, quick as a whip, to slam into the yordle.

Kled grunted as his breath was knocked out of him, by both the blow and the stone wall which slammed into his spine. He went limp, but didn't slump to the floor; his captor's limb had morphed around his body to keep him pinned. He gasped. He squirmed. He quickly found that he couldn't move, not even to rake his claws through the gel-like substance as it flowed around his chest and torso.

"Don't struggle." The bastard moved in closer. Closer. Loomed over the smaller male, and leaned forward to bring his face in close to Kled's own. "The more you do, the more this will-"

With a snarl, the yordle surged forward and snapped his jaws closed on Zac's throat. He clamped down, feeling his teeth sinking into his captor's warm, thick, gooey form. But he realized his mistake far too late; the goo-creature just pulled back, completely nonplussed as he left a sizable chunk of his neck behind in Kled's mouth. It filled his maw. It held tight against the working of his mandible. It silenced the Cantankerous Cavalier more effectively than any gag or muzzle ever could.

"Nnghf! Fmgh!"

"As I was saying..." Zac let out a grunt of his own as more goo flowed over his wound, leaving no trace of Kled's efforts to harm him behind. "The more you struggle, the more this will hurt. And I don't want to break you too fast." He burbled, and hummed, and another ripple ran through his entire form. "Now, let's get a good look at you..."

The slime around Kled's trunk kept his body in place and his arms at his sides. The glob in his maw kept him from trying to fight back against his captor with more biting and snapping. And so Kled could do nothing but squirm and let out more muffled snarling as another goo-limb moved to trace a 'finger' against his jawline and cheek; the gesture was almost affectionate, which only got the yordle struggling all the more. Down his neck to his chest; the smaller being let out another growl of warning when that tacky digit sought out--and found--the tiny buds of his nipples, which crowned each of Kled's--impressively firm and built, if he did say so himself--pectorals. Down further, past Zac's other limb, to trace over the supple expanses of his captive's inner thighs; the yordle kicked with all his might, but nothing could stop Zac from looking at and touching his undercarriage.

His full, silky ballsack, which was cupped in a soft palm as the virile orbs within were fondled and hefted. His plump sheath, large and meaty, which was teased by more sticky fingers that traced and pinched along its length before they prodded at the tender entrance to his manhood's hiding place. And then, even as he squirmed and thrashed, Zac's hand wrapped tight around his ankle to hike it up high so the bastard could get a good, long look at the puckered ring of Kled's tight, heretofore-untouched asshole.

"Fmgh mmf! Mm fmghfgh tmf fmgf ghfs! Mm fmghfgh-!"

"I told you." Zac's solid-yellow eyes--burning with the same rage which roiled like bile in Kled's throat and chest--flicked up to meet his glare. "Don't. Struggle."

The grip against his torso tightened. The glob in his mouth rippled, and then jabbed right at the entrance of his throat. The yordle's body stiffened and thrashed once more, struggling to breathe through the strained and suppressed coughing which rocked through him.

Zac's own broad chest inflated, and then deflated--a deep, showy breath in and then out--before that mouth of his curved into a smile once more. He lifted Kled's leg a little further--curling the yordle's lower body upward--to let his 'knuckles' press against the stone-brick wall. And when he pulled away, the glob around his captive's ankle remained behind; a gooey manacle which kept Kled's limb in place. Then he did the same with the yordle's other leg, and the Cantankerous Cavalier was left splayed out like one of the city whores. "There. You're quite the impressive specimen." Another ripple as a phlegmy, gurgling laugh rumbled in his throat. "Perfect for what I have in mind... or at least, you will be when I'm done with you."

Kled's cheeks burned with indignation and shame at being put into such a compromising position; and the fire heating up his face was only stoked higher when Zac's 'hand' returned to his groin. Rubbing and squeezing his balls. Gripping and kneading his sheath. Sparking a different kind of fire in the yordle's crotch and belly as he was groped and molested.

"Ngh... nnf...!"

"You're growing aroused. I can feel it." The goo-bastard's voice dropped into a quiet rumble as he continued feeling up his captive. Feeling the twitching and stiffening of the length hidden in that ample pouch. Feeling it throb and start sliding into the open, humid air as he coaxed it to reluctant erection.

"Mmgh..."

"Don't fight it." Tacky, gooey fingers pressed against and dragged along the length of his pulsing malehood. "Let it happen." Wrapped around the base to pinch his firming shaft. "Get hard for me." Moved up to rub his spear-tip-shaped cockhead, coaxing out a few dribbles of precum as they teased the sensitive lips of Kled's piss slit. Every touch sent sparks shooting into the yordle's groin, and made the flesh tingle with near-electric sensation. He had to drop his gaze downward to avoid Zac's satisfied stare, and allowed his eyes to focus on his hard cock instead.

A good length. A nice, filling girth. It was a malehood which did its job; even if it had been a while since it had sunk to the hilt in anything but his fist. But what had been Kled's pride and joy had become just a plaything for his captor. The thought should have made his erection wilt with embarrassment and duck back into the safe confines of his sheath, but the slime-creature's touch kept the yordle's traitorous flesh aroused no matter how his mind fought against it.

And Kled's forced arousal seemed to be stimulating Zac as well.

As he looked over his captive, a sharper and hotter-burning light--the light of lust--began to shine in those blank yellow orbs he had for eyes. A strange bluish tinge spread over his heavy-jawed face. And down at the goo-creature's own groin, something was stirring. The smooth expanse rippled and surged and gathered into a rotund lump between his thighs, which pushed out into a long, firm, yet prehensile--wriggling as it grew longer and thicker--appendage. Zac pulled the arm he'd been using to pin Kled in place back, leaving another band of slime behind to bind the yordle to the wall, and formed another hand which he used to stroke and pump what the wide-eyed captive recognized at last as his captor's cock; smooth and featureless from wide base to rounded tip, but no less phallic for it.

"Now..." Zac's voice became a husky, crooning purr as he continued to pump his erection with one hand and fondle the yordle's with the other. "Where should I start? Here?" The hand at Kled's crotch dropped downward, a digit tracing along the length of the captive's flushed taint before swirling around the clenching rim of his hole. "Or... here?" It moved up, and Kled's nose wrinkled as he caught a whiff of his own scent clinging to that digit while it traced over his lips. "Or maybe... here?" It moved back downward, and Zac took hold of the yordle's shaft so he could tap the tacky pad of his finger right on the tip of it. He didn't understand--or perhaps his reeling mind refused to grasp--what the goo-creature was getting at, until that finger gave his urethra another slow and methodical--probing and prodding--rub.

Kled shuddered. Kled took a sharp breath in through his nose. Kled stared up at his captor, trying to process the change in Zac's attitude. That flat-toned, stoic and fancy-speaking bastard had become a panting, groaning, lustful one; and the yordle honestly couldn't say he preferred seeing the damned snot bubble losing his disaffected cool. That almost-perverted delight with which he pressed and ground his fingertip against the smaller male's piss slit sent a shudder down the captive's spine; for a moment he couldn't imagine what his captor had in mind working, but then the yordle remembered the way the snot-bastard had flowed like water through the grate in the floor. It was sick, and it made his gut clench--not in fear, of course--at the thought of his captor doing the same to his piss hole, but Kled couldn't convince himself that it was an impossible prospect.

"Oh? Do you like the idea?"

He didn't.

"Are you a dirty yordle pet who wants to have his cock turned into a nice fuck-hole?"

He wasn't.

"Now now, I told you... don't struggle."

He struggled, thrashing his limbs and torso against the grip of the sticky bindings which kept them in place. He groaned and grunted--but didn't whimper--as the gooey bastard moved in close to loom over him, and a few puffs of chemical-scented breath washed over his burning face. He flinched when he felt that soft nub press against his cocktip while his captor held their respective erections in place; and then he clenched his eyes shut when it pushed, and pushed, and finally started to push into him.

It hurt. The lips of his piss slit stung as they were forced open, and the passage beyond ached as it was stretched around that warm, squishy intruder. Kled's breath gusted out and then was sucked back into his nose in a sharp inhale while Zac's gooey member penetrated his urethra, thinning itself out to wriggle into him. Deeper. Deeper. Until he grunted, and jerked, and his eyes flew wide open once more; Zac's cock had pushed through some tight opening within him, and was molding itself to fill and tease and knead a sensitive, almost-pleasurable space up in his groin.

"There we go." Squeezing. "Just relax, little yordle." Pumping. "My cock's in your prostate. Fucking you from the inside. Doesn't it feel good?" Stroking Kled's straining, twitching, tingling malehood as his own violated it; violated what should have been the proud symbol of Kled's masculinity, and using it like an as-yet unbroken in onahole. Wriggling, and squirming, and growing thicker to stretch those twinging inner walls.

"Nngh!" Kled tugged against the slime holding him in place as his hips tried to rock of their own accord; tried to pull away from that intrusion. But it was of no use. He couldn't struggle or fight against what was being done to him. All he could do was wait for his captor to get his sick jollies and then get bored of tormenting him.

Which would have been easier if it wasn't starting to feel oddly good.

As the bastard's viscous appendage began to slide out and then push back into him, the tip prodding at the insides of his prostate, the pressure began to ease into surges of sensation roiling in his belly and crotch. The tingling substance which made up his captor's body spread itself over the insides of his urethra, easing its passage and turning the pain of stretching into sparks of almost-pleasure. And as it grew wider, and his piss slit and cum vein were opened further, the slow and steady rhythm began to soothe whatever ache remained; not that Kled would ever admit it, of course.

Out, and then in; wriggling around in his cock. Out, and then in; pushing on that spot inside him with ruthless insistence. Out, and then in; that gooey erection regaining its girth as it worked into him.

"Nn..."

"What's the matter?" Zac huffed right on his face, breaking the yordle out of the haze which had overtaken him and earning the bastard another hateful glare. "You want a little distraction while I fuck your cock?" The goo-creature hummed in thought, considering long and hard; and then he smirked, and brought his hand back to Kled's muzzle once more. "How about this, then?"

"Mm...? Mmgh-!"

Soft, warm sludge pushed through his lips and flowed around his clamped teeth, joining the glob already in his mouth to wrench his jaws open once more. The yordle groaned as it slid over his tongue, staining it with that faint chemical taste as well as the lingering flavor of his musky--very musky, verging on raunchy--cockflesh. And then it pushed deeper to tease the opening of his throat; running like a finger--or another cock violating and humiliating him--around and into it. Zac's limb--hand, tentacle; fuck, Kled didn't even know anymore--sank into his gullet, stretching it from the inside as well as it squirmed and slithered in deeper. Deeper. Down into his stomach, where he could feel it probing around before it started to fuck him there as well.

Out, and then in, muffling his snarls--not cries--of distress and cutting off his ability to breathe. Out, and then in, filling his mouth and throat with that same tingling as they were forced open to accommodate his captor. Out, and then in as Kled struggled and strained, his eyes rolling back in his head while black fog began to engulf his scrambling thoughts.

He was choking. He was going to suffocate. The obstruction in his craw was going to keep right on raping him until he passed out from a lack of air. He could already feel his limbs growing slack and his mind sinking into the abyss of unconsciousness as Zac used his mouth and throat the same way the goo-bastard was using his cock; like a fuck-hole that just needed to be broken in.

And then, sweet air--humid and stale, with a faint tinge of chemicals and his own brand of dickstink--flowed into Kled's lungs. He tried to gasp it in, but found his maw still filled with that appendage which still wriggled in his gut; which still hurt a little bit, but he was not glad to say it was growing tolerable. The yordle blinked his eyes, trying to get his swimming vision back into focus, and met Zac's grinning gaze.

"Is that better, little yordle pet?"

A blasphemous string of profanity tried to form itself in the back of his mind, but quickly fell apart as the bastard gave his piss hole one more slow and even thrust. And then Kled flinched--but didn't whimper--when the slime-creature tugged his crotch away from his cocktip, and the erection which had been fucking him broke off as easily as a basilisk shedding its horns; the yordle dropped his eyes downward in surprise, and then confused discomfort while he watched the severed appendage slither into him to coil up in his prostate like a drake hound in its den. And then another long, thick, prehensile erection rose from Zac's groin, and dropped downward to let its slick and sticky tip kiss the puckered rim of Kled's asshole.

"Time to move to the next phase."

Zac pushed forward. His rounded cockhead popped through the yordle's clenching ring, and the thick shaft slid through to sink into his captive's back passage. Kled screamed at the penetration--at the feeling of his bowels being forced open, his inner walls stretching around the squirming intrusion--and bucked his hips when his captor began to rock in and out of him without delay.

In and then out, sliding ever deeper into his virgin passageway. In and then out, battering his prostate from both inside and out as the glob within it started expanding and roiling. In and then out, making his rim and the entire inside of his rectum burn and tingle and twinge as that slick sludge coated it. Sank into the tender flesh. Mended it just when the yordle was sure his insides would tear apart, allowing them to stretch ever more.

It hurt. It hurt so much. And yet under the pain, sparking and stoking itself like a flame, there was intensifying pleasure. It crashed through his groin as the goo in his prostate found some opening even deeper into him, squeezing through tight passages down into his balls and up into his bladder. It surged up into his gut as the long, thick, firm and supple and squishy member which thrusted into his backside dragged against his inner walls and set every nerve ending in his bowels alight. It rushed like a tide through his brain, smothering every thought save for how good it was starting to feel. How full--satisfyingly so--he was.

In and out. Harder and faster. Deeper and deeper, popping through inner ring after inner ring as Zac's erection wriggled inside him. Curling and coiling around through his guts, making the yordle whine as he was made to feel them being filled. Moving higher up into his belly; into his stomach, where it joined the appendage which filled his gullet to knead and stroke and tease his innards.

The pair of thick members curled around each other, writhing together and wrapping around one another. The one sliding in and out of his ass tugged on the one fucking his throat, back and forth as they violated every bit of him. And then Zac rumbled, and gurgled, and broke his arm off--quickly forming another one to pet between Kled's ears--while those two appendages became one monstrously-long, achingly-thick cock, which extended from Zac's crotch up through the captive to rub its rounded tip against the yordle's tongue.

Kled was completely impaled on the goo-creature's firm erection, every inch of him wrapped around that monolithic malehood from ass to gullet.

"Hagh... ragh...!"

"Yes..." Zac moaned, squeezing his eyes shut at the feeling of that pucker clamping down on his cockbase and his captive's wet oral muscle rubbing on his blunted glans. His hands moved to grasp Kled's head, keeping it in place while the goo-creature stared down at the yordle with a flushed-faced, panting, overwhelmingly-aroused smile. "You see? Be a good boy, and I give you lots and lots of pleasure in return." He gurgled and 'winked' as Kled's own slack expression flinched and tightened up. "Don't deny that it feels good. I can feel how much you're enjoying this. It feels... so... good..." His entire body rippled, his own jaws opened to let out yet another slimy tendril--his tongue--which slid over and caressed the Cantankerous Cavaliers hot cheeks and loose lips, and then Zac surged down into a deep and crushing kiss with his captive.

The goo-creature's mouth formed around his own, soft and malleable. It latched onto the yordle's muzzle with ravenous hunger. Zac's tongue pressed against Kled's, and swirled around the tip of his own cock, and even pushed down around that pulsing length to stretch his prospective pet's throat as well. And once more, Kled could do nothing but take whatever his captor dished out to him.

Struggling.

Squirming.

Whining in a small, muffled voice as the inferno in his loins threatened to consume him.

Just when the creaking of his floundering mind began to grow unbearable, Zac broke off the kiss. The goo-creature pulled his erection back through the yordle's stomach and bowels to let him breathe easy and--once his choking and coughing abated--speak. He cupped Kled's face, and stared right into his captive's hazy eyes. "Well?" Panting. Flushed. Aroused, but insistent. "Have you reconsidered my offer?"

"Guh..." Kled reeled. "Gnugh..." Kled twitched and jerked with every surge and spark in his overfilled ass and prostate and bladder and balls. "Please..." Kled clutched at his scattering thoughts as they slipped through his mental grasp like sand through his fingers.

"Need a little more convincing, do you?" A husky, gurgling chuckle as Zac leaned in close. Pressed an--almost tender and affectionate--kiss to one of Kled's flicking ears. Breathed out a humid chemical-and-musk-scented breath against the shell of it while letting out a low croon. "How about this, then?" And then the yordle flinched when Zac's tongue touched the delicate opening of his ear, ran around and around it, and then slithered inside.

However, as the slick and wriggling thing pushed into his ear canal, he found that it didn't hurt; in fact, it felt good. Amazing. Like a spot he never realized had been itching was getting scratched at long last. His mouth fell open in a silent moan, allowing his captive's erection to push up his throat and into his maw once more. As it did, it sparked yet more shifting surges and crashing waves of sexual bliss through his lower body. His prostate throbbed as it was kneaded from inside and out. The pressure in his sack grew unbearable as slime roiled in his testicles. Every inch of his urethra and rectum and guts which had been touched by Zac's slime tingled and twinged with arcs of sharp and bitter-sweet lightning.

And as the reluctantly-gratifying sensations in his head joined the coerced pleasure which rocked through the rest of him, Kled could feel the cracks in his creaking, aching, straining mind grow.

Zac's tongue pushed in deeper. Deeper. Slid in and out, and then moved deeper. Into his head. Into his brain, putting yet more pressure upon his mind as it slid over and into the cracks and crevices. It defiled his thoughts as they were dragged down into the abyss, and traced hot words of burning lust right onto his very being.

It was so much. It was too much. Kled bucked, and whined, and gave himself over to the pleasure completely. The cracks finally broke apart, and the straining band snapped, and the yordle orgasmed as he was violated down to his core.

And yet, instead of satisfaction, the Cantankerous Cavalier was given the experience of only yet more torturous sensation. Even as his hole clamped around the cock buried within it, and his prostate clenched down on the blob which filled it, and his balls struggled to force his cum out through the blockage in his vas deferens, there was no release for him. That pleasure just crashed and roiled over itself, backed-up within him, and all he could do was ride out the earthquake and wait for the secondsminuteshours it would take to pass.

A grunt as Zac pulled away, the squirming tendril of his tongue breaking off to wriggle and ooze its way into the captive's head. A belly-deep groan as that enormous pillar of gooey malehood slid out of him, and out of him, travelling through his entire digestive tract until at last it popped free of the gaping pit which had once been his pucker. A whine as Kled's blurry eyes stared vacantly up at his panting, flushed captor.

"Please... please..."

The slime-creature burbled, and his body rippled. As he reached down to stroke between the captive's ears once more, Zac gave his good yordle pet a wide grin. "Oh, don't worry. We've only just begun."

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He didn't know how long it had been since he'd awoken in that place. Hours. Days. Weeks. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered to him, save for the burning, aching, so-fucking-good sensations which filled every inch of him.

The yordle lay in a boneless heap upon his captor's surprisingly-firm, supple thigh, whimpering and whining and cooing in bliss at every thrust of Zac's thick cock into the well-loved onahole which had once been his ear canal. Every push into that searing, tingling, pleasure-filled passage made him seize up, drooling a slick mixture of goo and saliva from his slack lips and nostrils. Every pull out made him keen and babble and thrash, uncaring of the display he was putting on as he was ravished to his core. He could feel that wriggling length sliding into the folds and wrinkles deep inside his head, fitting into them like a key into a lock, and he tried to beg--for a merciful end to the maddening sexual torment he was being put through, or perhaps for yet more cock and cum wherever his captive could think to put it; even Kled himself couldn't tell anymore--even as Zac's humping knocked the very words and concepts right out of his mind.

The yordle had been freed from his bindings some time long ago--his captor wanted to put him into yet more compromising positions, fucking and raping and ravaging Kled in every way the goo-creature could think up--and so he was free to rub and caress and tease his own sensitive body as it was used for his captor's enjoyment. One hand gripped at his pec, pinching and flicking the firm bud of his nipple--Zac had been eager to play with those sensitive nubs himself, and the tingling left behind in the flesh by the goo-creature's slime made simply touching them almost addicting--while the other reached around behind him to run a few fingers around the wide-open rim of his fuck-hole; not an asshole, not anymore, but a needy fuck-hole ready to be filled by anything from a cock to a fist and forearm. And all the while, Kled ground his cheek against his captor's thighs and groin and filled his lungs--every single soiled inch of his airways--with the rich, bitter-spicy, addictive scent of masculine musk.

That odd chemical scent which he'd smelled on Zac's fingers and chest and cock had long faded away; and in its place was a heady aroma which, far down in the ravished depths of what had become of the yordle's brain, sparked a hint of familiarity. Recognition. Memories--mere flashes of sight and sound and perception--of the smell which would waft upwards from his own armpits and crotch and swampy backside in the time of light and heat before he'd been taken to the dark and humidity of his prison. Zac's musk--it had to be--smelled exactly like his own, as if all the rubbing and delving and probing of his insides had imprinted the slime which made up the goo-creature's body with it. And with every breath of it--huffed and gasped with ravenous need--it sparked warmth and an odd satisfaction within the captive yordle, as though he was breathing in the aroma of his own body after a long, hard, productive day.

Comfortable. Good. Right. He could smell and taste it on his tongue and in his nose and twinging within his lungs, relentless and inescapable. And as his ear-hole was fucked--Zac's grip tight on his head as his captor pumped it up and down that massive, musky, worship-worthy member rising proudly from the goo-creature's crotch--Kled allowed his self--his very being--to melt away into the pure bliss which engulfed him.

A gurgle sounded from above. A hand reached down to run a tacky finger around and over the nipple which Kled was neglecting. The larger male let out a phlegmy croon in response to the yordle's whimper of oversexed pleasure. "Good boy." Zac sat up to look down at his captive, consideration rising up under the lust which filled his solid-yellow eyes. "I have half a mind to keep you for myself. Just whore you out for the money I need, and then take you with me as I travel. Perhaps that would be more cost-effective..." He hummed, and his hand moved up to stroke the crown of Kled's head. "What do you think, little pet?"

"Glugh..." The yordle could barely think at all with his captor's erection literally filling his mind. Every pounding thrust and insistent slam of his captor's crotch against the side of his head scrambled what was left of his mind, leaving the yordle drifting through a vast and lightless abyss of sheer sensation. But the sound Kled made was vaguely positive.

"Good boy." Another pat. "And remember, if you keep being a good boy, I'll let you see Skaarl again."

Skaarl. The name tickled something at the back of his cock-filled, goo-cum-soaked, ravaged fleshlight of a brain; but it slipped out of his grasp, along with another dribble of slime from his open mouth, when the goo-creature gave him another few merciless thrusts. "Nngh..."

"In fact... I believe you've been such a good boy, you may deserve a reward."

"Mm?" Kled blinked as Zac's member slid out of him, leaving his ear canal gaping around the sudden, desolate emptiness. He whined, and whimpered, and was shushed with tender gentleness as his captor picked him up to settle the yordle in his lap.

"How would you like to try using your cock, hm?"

His cock. Kled blinked again. He would be allowed to use his cock? The yordle followed his captor's hand as it moved down to pinch and knead the shaft hanging from his sheath; the gaping-holed, softened, useless thing which had once been his manhood. He squirmed and gasped as a sticky digit teased around the opening of his urethra, and then cooed as his length was grasped in a gentle grip. "Mmf... good..."

"Yes, good. Good boy." Zac began to pump his captive's plump half-erection, giving it the occasional careful squeeze. "And good boys get to use their cocks."

Kled hissed and squirmed in his captor's arms as something--the glob of slime in his prostate--began to roil within him once more. To push out of the wrecked passage of his urethra, stretching the inner walls even further with its passing. To rise up, wriggling as it grew into a long, thick, blunt-tipped tendril. Hard. Throbbing. Pulsing as it stimulated the stretched passage his cock had become. The goo within him had formed itself into a twitching erection, one which looked longer and thicker than his ruined malehood had been; and in the foggy depths of his consciousness, that realization sparked the faintest hint of embarrassment. Shame. Bitter-sweet, aching, reluctantly-enjoyed arousal.

So that was what his captor meant.

The yordle was picked back up and set down on his feet, nearly collapsing into a heap once more as his knees and legs trembled underneath him. Zac, meanwhile, lay backward and lifted his hips to bare the wide expanse of his featureless groin. He grunted, and burbled, and a spot between his legs began to ripple and gather up into a taut pucker. At last that hole--the goo-creature's asshole, taut but winking open in flirtatious and lustful invitation--finished forming, and Zac crooked a finger to gesture his captive forward. "Come here, pet. Stick your cock in my ass and try fucking me."

His head heavy and his thoughts drifting through a haze of arousal, Kled nodded. He stumbled, and then trudged, and then surged forward to grasp Zac's thighs and position himself. He looked up into the goo-creature's yellow eyes, and then down at the slimy length rising from his crotch, and grasped his new cock to give it a few pumps. With one last grunt, he brought its tip to Zac's pucker and let it slide into those--surprisingly-tight and welcoming--depths.

He couldn't feel it, of course; at least not in what would serve as his member from then on. But as he pushed forward and pulled back, starting a steady rhythm of thrusting into his captor's backside, he felt the part of it inside his actual member rubbing and grinding and writhing against the inner walls of his urethra. The part deep in his prostate expanded and contracted, mashing his pleasure button from the inside. The goo in his balls began to slosh around once more, spurring Kled on to slam harder and faster and deeper into the hole before him. And that was good enough to get him going once more.

"Good boy... Such a good boy." Zac grunted, and bucked his hips up against the yordle's thrusting, and reached down to stroke his new pet between the ears with something almost like tender affection. "I'm so glad you took me up on my offer..."

Kled pushed his head upward against the petting, looked up to his captor--his master--and smiled as the positive feedback loop of pleasure continued unabated between the two of them.

Out, and then in, the tight ring of Zac's clamping hole kissing the oversensitive cock-sheath which had once been the yordle's malehood. Out, and then in, the smaller male wrapping his arms around the goo-creature's torso in a tight and desperate embrace as that slick passage engulfed 'his' erection. Out, and then in, the crashing and smacking and pounding of his hips and crotch on his master's cushy 'ass' filling the air with the sounds of hard, almost bestial rutting. Kled could feel the larger male's gel-like body vibrating and rippling underneath him; stimulating the tingling nubs of his nipples as he lay himself upon it. So good. Too good. Driving him wild once more as he grunted and squealed out his pleasure.

In and out. Again and again. Harder and faster, until at last he felt that pressure--the backed-up seed churning within his goo-filled balls--building up. That spring-coil tightening. That surging tide raging within him once more.

Just like before, however, there was nowhere for it to go; and so Kled could only seize up and cling to Zac for support as he shuddered and screamed and lost himself to the pain-pleasure of another ruined orgasm.

Seconds.

Minutes.

Hours.

He couldn't tell how long had passed; perhaps it didn't even matter. But at last, his eyes cracked open when he felt a tender, tacky palm caressing his head.

"Good boy, that's a good boy." A croon. A grin. A flash of hot desire in those blank yellow eyes as Zac curled over himself to smother his pet with another hungry, crushing, tongue-wrangling kiss. The goo-creatures writhing oral tendril squirmed down Kled's gullet, slithered against the insides of his stomach and bowels, and finally slid through the trembling yordle to lick and lap and slurp around his rectum and opened hole. Every brush of it against his burning ring sent a shiver crawling up and down the smaller male's spine, and every wriggle of it against the outside of his slime-filled prostate sent stars shooting across his swimming vision. The pressure--the pleasure, the pain, the overwhelming sensation--was too much. He couldn't bear it. It would tear him apart, body and soul, and burn away everything he was until there was nothing left of him.

Kled gurgled and whined as Zac bit that 'tongue' of his off, letting the length of it sink down the yordle's throat to settle within him once more. The goo-creature groaned. He sighed. He took hold of his pet's head, and pulled it down to grind Kled's face on his stiff, twitching, musk-stinking erection. "You didn't think you were done, did you?" A burble, and yet another ripple. "Keep going, pet. Fuck me."

What could he do but obey? The glob roiling in his prostate and the tendril squirming in his passage kept the flames of his arousal stoked, long after they should have died down to sputtering, smoking embers. Kled's hips rocked of their own accord, and his arms tightened around Zac once more. He humped, and thrusted, and pounded his master's hole until his body shuddered in the throes of another not-orgasm.

And another; his hands gripped hard enough to nearly sink his claws into his captor's sides, and whatever pain the slime-creature felt from it just made the cushy vice of his inner walls clamp down all the harder on the yordle's new goo-cock.

And another; his eyes rolled back in his head, almost far enough for Kled to see his own well-fucked brain, and every ragged breath heaved out of him in time with the rocking of his crotch against his captor's ass.

Again, and again, and again. And with every slap of furry hips and balls on his gooey groin, Zac's groaning and crooning grew more throaty and needy. The lust which burned in his gaze grew hotter. His member coiled like a serpent, slithered around to slip its plump glans into Kled's maw, and began to pump a steady stream of sticky, viscous 'precum'--or perhaps it was the goo-creature's cum; it wasn't like the yordle knew or cared about the difference--straight down his pet's throat.

"That's right. You're my pet, boy. My slut, and my cumdump, and my personal sex toy. My needy, cock-loving, cum-guzzling whore..."

"Mngh..."

"You want master to use you. You want master's customers to use you. Any way they can empty their balls into you." He groaned, long and low, and clenched those solid-yellow eyes of his shut. "In your empty little cum-pit head. In your loose little fuck-hole ass and dick. In your hungry little cock-holster mouth."

"Mmgh... hmm..."

"You're a good boy." Panting. "Such a good fucking boy." Bucking. "My sexy, fuck-pet yordle boy..." Babbling out every horny thought which occurred to him as he, too, lost himself to the unrelenting tide of roiling, surging, insistent and irrefusable lust.

And Kled sucked, bobbing on the malehood which filled his mouth and swirling his tongue all around it; guzzling everything Zac gave him, until his gut began to ache and bloat as it was filled. He fucked, sliding in and out of that tight, clinging, soft and sticky backside as it milked what had become of his cock for all it was worth. He allowed pure mechanical motion--the ancient instinct which lurked in the loins of all males--to take over.

He wanted more. He needed more. He didn't know what he would do--couldn't bear to continue living--if he wasn't given more, until he was glutted to his limit and beyond with sexual bliss.

"Nng..." The yordle forced his clenched eyes open so he could look up to Zac--to his master--with a hungry, pleading expression on his face. "Mmfg..." His lips and tongue worked, trying to form the words even as they resisted being pulled away from that musky goo-shaft. "Ghlk..." He whined and whimpered and gurgled, the sound muffled around the wriggling member which stayed buried to the hilt in the clamping passage of his gullet.

"Mmf." Bucking. "Wha...?" Clamping his slick, hot hole around the erection pumping through its supple ring. "Oh..." Looking down to Kled at last, forcing himself to surface from the roiling tide of his own pleasure. "What is it, boy? Do you need Master to do something for you?"

He could feel the merciless blow of shame in his gut as the goo-creature gazed down at him. The embarrassment. The hot, turbid, needy desire. He wouldn't dare--couldn't, in fact; not with that pulsing erection filling his mouth and throat--say it out loud, but Kled could gesture--with a hand moving to the side of his head, fingers circling and teasing around the opening of his ear canal with slatternly suggestiveness--and hope that Zac would understand what he wanted. What he needed. What made that shaft rising out of the ruined sheath of his former malehood twitch and wriggle and squirm within the confines of the goo-creature's own snug passage.

"Oh, I see..." Slow and meandering, a smirk stretched Zac's heavy-jawed mouth. "You like getting fucked there, hm?"

"Nngh..." Hesitation. Reluctance. His lips and gums kneaded the shaft which pumped between them, suckling and nursing. "...Mmhm." Better than when Zac had pounded his gaping rear entrance. Better than when those slimy digits--and that girthy goo-member--had delved into his piss hole to ravish him even there; to ravish the base of his masculinity, and stain it with his new master's marking. Better even than the smell, the flavor, the sheer rapture of worshipping Zac's own malehood with his muzzle.

"Hm..." A burbling hum. A short coo. A ripple through Zac's body, shuddering into the yordle's own slack, boneless form as it laid atop him. "Well, to be honest... I don't want to change positions." His hips bucked upward, both driving Kled's goo-dick deep into him once more and shoving his own forward to hilt in Kled's cock-holster of a mouth. "But..."

"Mm?" Kled forced his clenched eyes open--clenched in pleasure at being used so utterly and thoroughly, both his snout and his package mere playthings for the larger male--just in time to see Zac's own slip shut. The goo-creature's chest heaved in a deep breath, and then he began to shudder. To shift. To twist and flow with viscous slowness; his arms and shoulders bulging out and slithering around to form a pair of large lumps on either side of Kled, while his trunk began to shift and shrink as its mass was poured into those wriggling members.

Zac--much smaller; about the yordle's size--opened his blank yellow eyes once more, and gave his pet a wide grin. His outstretched arms were connected to the other looming forms on Kled's left and right; which twisted and flowed and shaped themselves into large, bulky, aroused bodies; their 'cocks' were already hard as they batted against the smaller male's cheeks and the bridge of his snout. More tacky hands gripped the yordle by the shoulders and head, keeping him in place. Again Kled felt the slick, sticky, blunted tip of a twitching, throbbing, musky goo-cock--two of them this time, one on either side--against the burning, tingling, itching shell and opening of his ear. And with all the burning desire Zac had sparked within him, Kled reached to grasp each one by the base and give those firm, supple shafts a squeeze; holding and aiming them right were he wanted them.

"That's it, good boy. You want it bad, huh?"

"Mmhmgh." He couldn't nod in his position, but Kled hoped that the sheer need in his groaning and moaning and whimpering would get the message across. His eyes fluttered as those cocktips prodded either entrance into his head, and he began to pound his master's ass harder and faster to show his enthusiasm.

"Alright, alright." A laugh. A burble. A croon while those extensions of the goo-creature's body stroked his back and over the crown of his head. And then it was happening; the pair of looming forms on Kled's either side rocked their hips forward, and their erection pushed and prodded and slid into the raunchy fuck-holes his ears had become.

Deeper.

Deeper.

Pumping in and out, and then going even deeper. Until they hilted. Until the smooth expanses of their aromatic crotches were grinding upon the large, bat-like, flicking things. Until those members sank into the folds of his roiling brain, double-penetrating it and doubling the pleasure which raged with all the fury of a tempest within him.

Sending Kled over the edge of blissful, mindless, erotic madness.

Every thrust sent a surge of electricity and fire through his entire bucking form. Made him writhe and squirm and squeal, dribbling goo and saliva from his slack fuck-hole mouth down his chin and chest. Turned his hips into wild pistons, which worked his goo-cock into Zac as hard and fast and deep as those erections worked into the fleshlights which his ear canals had become. His limbs and joints seized with every brush of goo on oversensitive flesh, and the pounding made his very synapses misfire in the most amazing ways.

He could taste the sensation sizzling within his skin and innards and passageways. He could smell the ozone-sharpness of the lightning arcing up and down his spine and striking at his sense of self. His eyes rolled backwards in their sockets, all the way back, and for a wild and reeling moment the yordle was sure he could actually see his brain being fucked; see the thick cocks which slid into its folds and depths, raping and ravaging him as deep as possible.

And then the crotches of those goo-bodies humping into him rippled and quivered. The tacky groins which batted against him bulged outward, the shape of a gargantuan, heavy, low-hanging and swinging ballsack dropping down from each one. Pendulous. Fat and ample and abundantly full. Smacking against the sides of his face--dealing heavy, thought-scattering, almost-bruising blows to his snout and cheeks--with every slam into him, sparking yet more heat to join the raging inferno in his face. In his chest. In his belly and turbid, surging, aching groin.

Kled loved it. He loved the loss of control--of his mind, of his body, of everything he was and could ever be. His voice crying out--around the shaft upon which he suckled like it was the only thing which existed in the world for him--for ever more, even as the very concept of 'more'--of who and where he was, of what was being done to him, of anything but the sheer world-ending euphoria within him--was utterly lost. His body a mere hunk of flotsam on the seething tide of his master's all-consuming lust, being rocked and buffeted between the body underneath him and the pair on his either side. The yordle--the needy, cock-loving, cum-guzzling whore and fuck-pet ascending into another plane of existence entirely; where all that was--and all that ever would be--was his master fucking and ravaging and using him.

And though the yordle couldn't see, or notice, or even conceive of it, Zac enjoyed the sight above him just as much. Loved thrusting into his little yordle fuck-pet's ass, and piss hole, and mouth, and even shoving his goo-cock deep into the desperate slut's head. Loved watching that smaller male lose control of himself, until every thrust into the tight-clinging center of him shattered and scattered and scorched away any inkling of thought almost before it could even form; until that drooling, whining, soft and warm sex toy seized and thrashed in another pent-up, backed-up, ruined orgasm. And another. And another.

At long last, Kled's mind--whatever cum-soaked shreds remained of it--sank into the warm, heady, raunch-scented haze, and the goo-creature's good boy just enjoyed the ride--enjoyed pleasuring Zac, and being pleasured in turn by the globs of slime which wriggled and slithered and writhed down to the very core of his being--for as long as it would last. For as long as it would take to finally cum out his pent-up load, along with the squirming gift with which his captor had filled him.

For as long as it would take to satisfy his master.