The pain was horrible. Getting fingers forced inside .. forcibly stretched. Coarse sadistic scraping of fingernails .. tearing callously at tender flesh inside. Heartless .. treated like some thing .. not a man .. no human being .. just some hole to grope your greasy fingers in.
Bad enough. But for Menander the humiliation was worse. The shame that he was being forced to put up with this .. the greatest indignity. The warrior-prince .. born to fight, dedicated to win .. who fought his way out of every tight corner ..….. whose dogged determination in combat made an enemy thing twice .. Menander fumed. He couldn’t stop this humiliation happening.
So far that brute behind had only got four fingers in. Menander’s innards were painfully stretched. Mauled, groped, forced. But the boozed-up mob wanted more. In no time, that painful stretch on him was going to get worse. This tearing pain on his insides .. soon this would feel like nothing. Worse. Much .. much worse. A fist! Double the size!
Forehead pressed to the rock. Teeth gritted. Trying like fury to keep pressing back. Trying to force those fingers out. Fighting like mad for his arse. But his legs were so wide stretched, there was little free strength for him to fight back withy. Precious little to use to hold back.
And those fingers kept punching at him. Beating him up, inside. Pummelling him inside his arsehole. Weakening his fight. Tenderising him inside. And SHIT …. The size of a fist! ….. This was only going to get worse.
Fate had been unkind. The gods had deserted him. Abandoned his family to the Parthian hordes. Consigned his people to Parthian oppression. But to finish up like this …… Treated like an animal. Less.
What could have been ……! That life he’d known ….. Before these monsters had flooded over the border. Girls casting their glances his way. Many lustfully, more flirted, their bodies signalling suggestively. Others more modestly .. secretly passing their longing gazes over his young man’s body. Their eyes discreetly ogling him .. breasts tight with their excited thoughts .. till they noticed he had spotted them. Casting their eyes down suddenly. Secretly imagining to themselves what it might be like .. to share a night with such a handsome young stud. To have a body that firm and muscular under their hands.
He’d smile to himself at catching an alluring rush of blood to a beautiful embarrassed face. Kindly he’d grin away as he walked off. Tempted to whip around suddenly again. Knowing their eyes were eating up the sight of his tight backside as he left.
That had been before .. his life as it would have been. Look at him now. The self-same enemy that had destroyed his life .. murdered his family .. it had him stretched out over a boulder. Fingers up his arse .. forcing him open. In preparation for an aggressive Parthian fist.
Raped by a fist! In full public view. He heard hordes of animals baying for his pain. Howling for the sight of this humiliation. All they craved .. what got their blood going .. what flooded their manly parts with fire .. the pleasure of seeing the peasant fucked by the might of a Parthian fist .. dominated. To hear this goat-shagger squeal like a pig in pain.
There was no sexual pleasure in this. No excitement like when he’d try out something new with a girl. Raw brutish torture. Mad animal bloodlust. This insane screeching mob, he reckoned ….. every single one of them was stroking a hard-on ….. Got going at seeing him brutally used.
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