His body writhed beneath the bathing light of the green crystal above. Every sense shivered with awareness as the shaman's foul concoction coursed through him. He could feel his cock throbbing beneath him, the shaft pulsating with blood as it swelled. His flesh and mind burned with a lust that would not be denied.
Sinuously the captive of the goblins crawled forward, eyes fixated on the hard cocks before him. These creatures, these goblins, were foul misshapen beasts that should never have drawn his eye, and yet he found himself desiring nothing more than to be fucked by them, to be taken and possessed by them.
He found himself on all fours on the cavern floor before the deformed half man-sized creatures, their green cocks swinging before him as ichor of a like shade leaked from the tips. His tongue extended, lapping at the head of the cock nearest him, and with a throaty growl, he found his lips wrapped around that very cockhead, his cheeks hollowed as he sucked, as he worked to pleasure the goblin.
Rough hands gripped his hips from behind as he became aware of a goblin behind him, the creature yanking his ass up and backwards only to penetrate him on its rigid shaft. His awareness of that impalement was supernatural, the shaman's drink offering more than one boon even as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm his mind.
He was being fucked raw, the goblin behind him thrusting lustfully, needfully into his tight ass, each thrust forcing him forward onto the cock before him, his lips sinking deeper as he could only moan around the shaft. A new pair of hands viciously grabbed his wrist, pulling one hand out from under him as cruel fingers gripped his hair and held him against the floor, his own fingers finding themselves wrapped around a thick shaft, forced to stroke and pleasure it.
If only he could see himself now, if only the young mage could see the wanton creature he'd been twisted into here in this underground world. Every nerve screamed of his pleasure as an impossibly hard and continually cumming cock swung beneath him. No matter how many times he cummed, his erection would not cease, and the slightest stimulation seemed to be enough to trigger yet another earth shaking orgasm.
His mind left him at some point, as the three goblins made use of his holes, their ichor like cum staining his fair skin repeatedly as sweat drenched his hair. It was some time before his senses returned to him, as the dregs of the shaman's brew finally wore off. He became aware of shackles about his wrists and ankles, once more securing him to the stone table, this time face down as he also became aware of an abused hole full of that revolting cum still. His skin fared little better with spurts of their cum across his ass, face, and the backs of his thighs.
He was aware too of his own cock beneath him, of the puddle of his sticky cum that pooled about his thighs, his cock painfully sensitive now as it rested against the cool stone. Sleep threatened to take him once more as he laid there, bemoaning his fate, only to have his eyes snap open at the sound of a rat-a-tat of claws dragged along stone walls. |