Did I want this?

Several minutes passed before August even registered the change, after all, his body was in sensory overload for several days straight. Honestly, he himself wasn't sure how his mind managed to find its way out of the swamp of lust and pleasure. Even now, several minutes after the bandit tigerman stopped and fell asleep, his body was being wracked with one orgasm after another.

He lifted his head groggily, trying to remember how he even got here, only to notice that his hips were grinding up and down on the last couple of inches of the shaft buried inside him. His body was moving to seek the perpetual pleasure on its own, each movement made the barbed scrape his inside, the pain and pleasure send signals of forever more orgasm approaching.

August tried to stop but his body just kept seeking more, his waist and anything below were so numb that he couldn't even tell his hips were moving until he saw it with his own eyes.

Before he could do anything else, he felt it twitch.

The difference in size and level was so much that just that twitch lifted him off the bed for a moment. He felt something warm fill him even more, no matter how many seconds passed, August just ended up swelling even further. The orgasms that were dying down came back with a vengeance, more notifications flashed by as curled into a ball and trembled.

At that point, he had long since given up removing the dick buried in his gut, he just laid down in a daze as sleep take over. Once he again opened his eyes, he heard his own voice sounding sweeter than ever, he was currently on his swollen stomach while the dick inside him smashed into the bed with his insides as a buffer. His belly was already blue from the bruises caused by the impact, but that just made him cum even more.

At this point, August had forgotten what ejaculating was like, his orgasms came from deep in his core and spread up his spine and down to his groin, his body had been trained to reach another form of climax and he loved it.

"You're awake? It's been a week and you finally look like you're conscious enough to understand me. Are you going to still call me your lord? Hmm? Will you still thank me for using you while focusing purely on my own joy? Or will you fight back again? Let's pull out at last and find out." Then, the tiger bandit got onto his feet and off the bed, each step pulling out more of his red, turgid cock.

August almost wept and begged him not to pull out, he didn't know it was possible to feel so upset at having your bowels empty and without that huge, juicy... 'no, no! I am not reliant on his cock in me! I'm not! *whimper* Damnit, why does knowing my body is accustomed to being his cocksock feel so right?'

*Chuckle* "You miss it don't you? I'm sure you're body already knows, it knows that you're broken in and adapted to being attached to my cock. You're nothing more than a piece of furniture that also feels good to use." August was already moving at this point, his butthole was gaping so wide that his fist could easily, maybe both.

He crawled to his captor, his raper, his abuser, his first experience into the world of pleasure he always fantasised about. His anger and indignation were there, but it was nothing compared to his current priority. That priority was to crawl like the bitch he was and kisse-no, worshipped, his cock. He used his small lips to shower it with gratitude while planning how to escape, he placed his face under it and rubbed several days' worth of concentrated musk on his skin while considering if it was possible to kill him.

August hated him, loathed him, but he also worshipped him for fucking him like the submissive femboy he was at heart. Now that the last barrier in his heart was forcefully ripped apart with brutal, rape sex so good, he would never forget it in his life. Now he could finally accept that part of him.

So he cleaned it, days of sex and cum were cleaned carefully so as not to miss a drop. This was his gratitude before he attempted to kill the man it was attached to.