C Devotion. [W/ SilentFeather]

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Gideon's rough hands pretty much teared apart Ellis' clothing, leaving him bare in a matter of seconds while on the huge bed. Ellis had a perfect physique to bare children, any man could see that. And Gideon would very much take advantage of such thing. He would make Ellis his breeding bitch, keep him pregnant over and over again.

"In all fours, now!" He watched the boy moving to oblige, but Gideon was impatient and much faster, manhandling Ellis to be on his palms and knees, legs slightly wide. In this position, he could see the boy's cunt lips, perfect, pink and tight. Too small for a cock his size.

"You're not ready for what's to come, but it's alright. My cock will open you up in no time, it'll be deliciously painful," And without a word, Gideon's gargantuan cockhead began to be forced inside Ellis, feeling the boy's legs be forced open right away to uselessly try to adjust to such monstrosity of a cock.

[SilentFeather]

Ellis, once high society but was now a lowly slave, a servant to a male of even higher calliber had whimpered aloud, terrified to his pure, primalness. It was one of which a mere creature of prey status would experience when under extremes of stressful situation.

When he was told a command, he did as was told, complying with what words were told by the Tyrant, the one of which ruled over him, soul and more, he was bonded to the male, and upon all fours he got to his knees and then further to his hands, palms down, he spread his legs, rump sporting a ripe, impossibly bright, bright bubblegum pinkness that no male could possibly possess, and fearfully he griped the covers of the mattress, preparing his body for what it would momentarily be put through.

He wished to speak, to question, even to inquire as to what it would be like to endure the weight of Gideon's brood, but alas, was caught off guard as he felt the searing of a ginormous cockhead puncture through the first layers of flesh, causing the poor lad to gasp, his next breath cut off by a hitching of breathing as if he was holding it and was rather fearful of expelling such precious oxygen from the air sacs within his lungs.

It was unbearable, simply unbearable, Ellis shut and clamped his eyelids, feeling them tighten in response to experiencing the agony of being pried open like a closed doorway.

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The tyrant could feel the stiffened muscles of the boy beneath him, could feel the tension all over him and his trembling limbs, which barely held him up. It was great, it was perfect, everything Gideon ever imagined, since this was how his victims reacted.

He shoved several more inches inside Ellis, felt his pussy being stretched beyond his lips, taking in more and more of his monstrous cock. He felt his cunt struggling to adjust to such an inhuman size. But Ellis was doing good, he was clearly in too much pain, but at least he hadn't fainted by now like all of Gideon's past toys.

"You're enduring quite well, but we're only starting," He began to move his hips even faster after bottoming out inside Ellis. Hips snapped back and forth, harder, faster, violating Ellis' too tight canal.

[SilentFeather]

Ellis the servant had indeed stiffened, bones seeming to lose their elasticity as he noticed the scene that had made him face her demons now. Happily he never had such an encounter. Not like this before, not like this at at al. But now things changed, and now here he was. He was quite jittery, very "off the map" if one night speak but yet had tried his very greatest to remain still, struggling but trying to remind himself that he was to be of a stone. Indestructible, imposing, and hard to shake, rattle or roll from it's spot of resting.

As he was stuffed a few more inches, several infact, he had yelped, temporary feeling his lower jaw respond with a clenching, a way to endure as he was contorted and molded to be what he had sworn to never be for anyone. A servant. He huffed, expelling out breath then drawing back inward with a sharpness of gasp he was incapable of speaking, because of the discomfort.

"T-Thank you, Gideon .. I try my best .. I - AH!  . AHh! Gods! Gracious gods above! Aughh!" He blurred a cry, one of pure horror, of pain, and of true terror. He gripped whatever he could get his hands upon and squeezed, able to ground himself. At least .. for a time or so

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Gideon looked like a titan on top of the suffering, much smaller boy. He was twice Ellis' size, and his cock was far too big for someone like Ellis, so petite, so small and delicate. But here they were, Gideon forcing him to take his monstrosity of a tool, feeding Ellis fake compliments to help him endure a little bit more.

His hips jabbed back and forth, his cock had gotten in so deep that Ellis' stomach would bulge out with every thrust. "How's this?" He reached for Ellis' hand, making him feel his cock under his skin. "Feel how deep I am... Oh, don't cry. You can't take it. "You're a good whore for me, aren't you? Just hold on... and brace yourself. I feel close already and I'm going to fuck you even harder now." And he kept true to his word, because his already brutal pace seemed to increase by a tenfold.

Gideon the Tyrant was actively wrecking Ellis' insides, changing him forever, turning him into his whole, forcing his insides open. The twink's womb was already awaiting for its true owner's seed. "Ah fuck!" He continued to brutalize Ellis' tight and no longer virgin pussy. His climax was nearing, it felt just around the corner.

It didn't take much. A deep, guttural groan escaped the Tyrant mounting Ellis, and just like that his sperm began to gush in torrents inside Ellis.

[SilentFeather]

Ellis whimpered, his body was at war with itself, being both desiring for roughness yet also wishing that the agony would cease. Oh god, why did he allow his warrior spirit to invade Tyrant Gideon's premises. Now he was a lowly servant, a whore, a bitch to be pillaged sexually and defiled in ways that the mortal mind could not possibly even be close to comprehending.

He clenched his teeth, gritting it's enamel as his hips were being brutalized by the ferocious jabs, each one punishing his own with sinful slaps that sounded throughout the room they were both of company within. "G-Gods! .. please .. have mercy on me, my Tyrant .. please!" He blubbered, his internal organs, his intestines seeming to be twisted in knots at the cruelty they were subjected to.

"N-No .. please .. d-dont do that .." He sobbed, his breaths panted, strained, eager to be expressed but yet his lungs were constricted, compressed, feeling as if a heavy weighted stone was pressing down upon it's ribcage. "AUGH! .. FUUUCK! .." Once more as he was thrusted into his teeth clenched, pieces of enamel chipping away with the pressure exerted upon them by his jaws.

As he did not know his torture would end, it only grew more gruesome as he was to be a vessel, a "cum-dumpster" if one might express, and after shuddering and cowering beneath Gideon the Tyrant's much more enlarged body upon hearing the guttural groan, he quivered, closing his eyes as he felt a warmth flowing into him, overflowing his womb and plumping his once flat stomach into a more rotund belly of a gut.

In horor, his eyes shut, clenching tightly as he endured through as if he were a glutton cursed man.

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By the time Gideon had finished emptying the contents of his plump, fat balls inside his latest victim, Ellis' stomach looked like he was already three months pregnant, given the amount of cum the Tyrant had deposited inside his fertile body.

Gideon slowly pulled his cock out, which ultimately abandoned Ellis' overly abused pussy with a loud, wet pop sound, which inevitably made the huge male above Ellis' tiny form laugh lowly. "You're probably gonna experience some cramping because your body will be in a sort of adaptation process," He explained, so that Ellis would ready himself for the following days. "Your body will also release my cum slowly and gradually for a day or two," His much larger hand now laid upon Ellis' cum filled belly.

"Then I will fuck you again," He smirked, then moved away, leaving the violated and bruised boy lying on his huge bed, which was perfect for someone Gideon's size, but it made Ellis already tiny self seem even tinier.

Gideon put on a robe and came to look for something in his closet. He was back onto the bed, holding something in his hand. Gideon had a black as tar paint in his palm, he smeared two of his fingers with it and traced a word across Ellis' chest. Once he was done, he laughed. The words painted across Ellis' chest read, <Cum Whore>. "Let it dry, then you can rest."

[SilentFeather]

Ellis was left a heavily panting mess of a man after he was left being a dumping ground for Gideon's cum. Sore like a boxer, he laid where he was, simply breathing as he was a waste disposal for him.

He breathed a gasp as his hole was deserted, grunting as his aching, throbbing pussy sounded with an audible popping sound. "Y-Yes Daddy." He said softly, fearfully, his eyes lowered and submissive appearing. He listened to his terrifying Tyrant, absorbing the words for what they were meaning to say. He felt bloated and uncomfortable, wishing that he would be able to at least find a spot to lay in that he would be able to be comfortable.

"Yes Daddy," He replied, remaining where he was, and had not moved from the spot he was in. After all, he was a servant, and he had no free will anymore.

"Yes Daddy, as you wish." He did as he was told, allowing the degrading words to dry and then laid down, curling up to rest for a while and regain the strength he lost in the roughing fuck sessions.

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Gideon was gone soon after that. He had a nation to rule, after all.


Later that day, he had to deal with a bratty girl who had been brought forth to the Tyrant to bring justice upon her. Ever the savage Gideon was by nature, he made sure to teach her a lesson she'll never forget after being asked to be left alone with her.



After nightfall, two guards entered Gideon's room, where Ellis was still resting in his bed. He saw the fragile looking boy... or was it a girl? They wondered, marveling at the gorgeous feminine features and enticing pussy between his legs.

Normally they would've taken Ellis back to the prison cell and rape him, but Gideon had strictly demanded that no one touched or fucked the slave in his bed. The two men only dragged a cum reeked Ellis back into his cell and locked him in there. The guards were ever rough and not even close to delicate.

[SilentFeather]

Ellis had remained in his room, awaiting his Lord Tyrant Gideon's unwelcomed return. He knew that the Tyrant had an entire Nation to be in charge of, so he did as he was told and remained where he was and did not leave it. After all, he was not allowed to do anything unless Gideon demanded it.

One nightfall, the presence of two guards had unexpectedly entered the room and laid eyes upon his naked form. He was awakened from his slumber and roughly manhandled, but being the submissive he was he tried to stay upon his feet but at times he had lost his footing or slipped from his feet, causing the guards to snatch him up and drag him.

He had seemed to know of the comforts of a bed for a short time, now he was in the coldness of an unfeeling cell, his cell. He curled up where he normally did, sighing heavily while rubbing his sore belly which was filled to the brim with a large amount of sperm.

He dreamed of a world, a blissful, blessed realm where he was happy, a world where he no longer needed to suffer and be at the hands of the Tyrant, and not before long he was falling back to slumber's peaceful grip. He was naked, exposed and free to be raped by the Tyrant for as long as he lived and existed.

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A couple more days went by, and as Gideon promised, Ellis' body experienced the changes of being filled to the brim with cum by a real man. The cramping had mostly subsided and Ellis' fucked out cunt had healed and was nearly virgin tight all over again.

His cum had stopped leaking from Ellis' pussy just a few hours ago and the boy's belly was flat again.

During these past days, Gideon had no doubt Ellis' body was now properly fitted to have his child. His cervix and womb had already welcomed his seed once, and he was more than sure it was the perfect time to knock him up.


Sometime after breakfast that week later, a single guard showed up at Ellis' cell. He picked him up by his arm quite roughly without a word, then cuffed both of Ellis' wrists together. "You're disgusting. You reek of cum and dirt," The guard complained as they went back into Gideon's palace.

The guard nudged Ellis' small and fragile body towards a pair of maids. "This disgusting pig needs a bath before he gets to see our King. Use some scented oils on him, our Lord Gideon wants him to look the best for him. Call for him when he's ready." Then the guard left, leaving Ellis to be taken care of by the two maids, who were eager to make Ellis extra pretty for Gideon.

[SilentFeather]

As the days and nights passed by Ellis's body had went through the motions of being ever changed. He rubbed his sore abdomen, the same of which was bothering him by persistently cramping with what seemed like no ending.

He curled up in the bed, sighing in relief as his abdomen was once again flat as a pancake, the same as it once was. And for a moment he was certain that he would be safe and sound from the horrors of Tyrant Gideon at least for a certain time.

During the few days, he was a test subject, enduring endless fuckings that had left him raw between his legs and a steady, unbearable aching in his back and hips. He had never been treated in such a way by a man but now had become accustomed to his new existence as it was.

As a servant, a slave, and pretty soon, a brood-mare.

After being fed the usual one chunk of bread, Ellis was escorted back to his cell. It was a week later and he was greeted by the unwelcomed sight of a lone, yet burly muscled guard. Unbearably, one of his flimsy arms were grabbed which made him arise with a wince, but yet he never complained, only endured, letting the guard cuff his wrists together. "I apologize, the Tyrant has been busy with me the past few weeks," He replied pitifully, eyes set to the ground as he followed the guard into their Tyrant's massive sized palace.

The maids bowed their heads, watching the guard leave before they furthered with their tasks. First they scrubbed him till his skin shined like a new penny, then they dressed him in one of the finest dresses in the palace, leaving his hair to be the last thing they did for the lad.