The Birth of Ignaius - (Part 2 of the Ignaius-Saga)

The Abyss

***Mature content warning. This chapter contains explicit description of sexual torture and  some people may want to skip it.***

Variel was almost freezing and his knees were bruised from the hard stone beneath him, but he knew things were about to get so much worse. His eyes and throat burned with tears he was trying to hold back. If he could only shut down, turn his mind off and just... get away from this... He couldn't. He'd been trying, but it just wasn't working.

The man who took the leash tucked at it to get Variels attention. Once he had it, he took his fat cock out of his pants and gave it a good rub, presenting it to Variel in all its glory. "We hear that you like cock. Be a good little cock sucker and show me, how much you like it. If your mouth is good enough for a king, you must have exceptional talent. Convince me of your talents and maybe we decide to go easy on you. Got that?"

He tucked at the leash again and dug his fingers in Variel's silvery hair to guide his mouth to the throbbing member.

Variel had told himself over and over that cooperating was his best chance to escape this with minimal suffering, but when the stranger's cock was shoved in his face - when this really got underway - he panicked. He pressed his lips tightly together and turned his head away, trying to tug away from the man despite how it made the collar choke him.

With a swift motion, Rovik pulled off his belt and snapped it expertly over Variel's back, causing him to cry out in shock and pain. "We can make this much, much worse for you, lad, so I suggest you behave." He struck the boy again for good measure. "Suck his cock like a good little bitch, and don't even think about biting. We can hurt you much worse than you could ever hope to hurt any of us."

The first of what would surely be many sobs rattled the young man and he slowly turned back to the man in front of him. He at last opened his mouth to take the large cock in, squeezing his eyes shut and praying this would be over quickly.

The man groaned, as he pushed his large cock deep into Variel's mouth. He leisurely moved his hips and enjoyed the tight and wet hole to fuck. But after the initial sensation wore off, he decided that this was not good enough. "Is that what you call enthusiasm? Don't try to play dead on me! Open your eyes and show me how much you love my meat. I am sure your clever tongue and lips are more talented than that." His finger hooked into the collar, so that he could more easily manipulate Variel.

The other men were watching with some fascination. A guy in the back had started jerking off, while he watched. Either he didn't think he would be allowed to get a go today anyway or he had confidence in his superior staying power.

Lord Nevala was watching, almost from the same point as Tanier. He looked almost bored, obviously this was not yet close to the level of torture, suffering and humiliation that he really enjoyed.

Variel was already starting to gag on the large obstruction, and when he was told to actually participate and engage, his breath caught in another sob. Contrary to what this man apparently believed, he was no expert at this, nor was he good at faking enthusiasm in any regard. Politeness, sure, but not enthusiasm. Still, he knew he had to try. He didn't open his eyes, but he started moving his lips and tongue the best he could to try and give the man more sensation. Maybe if he did this well enough, he could finish the man quickly...

Rovik stood with his arms folded, tapping a finger on his elbow. He - like Lord Nevala - looked impatient for things to really get started, but he kept silent for the time being and let the men take things at their own pace.

If the sounds coming from the man meant anything Variel's performance was indeed improving. His obvious pleasure made the others restless. "Come on! Get off and let other have their chance," someone yelled. As a result the man started to fuck Variel's mouth harder. The fingers around the collars twisted to strangle Variel, as if the large cock was not enough to make him gag - and his throat deliciously tight. The only good thing was that it did end soon, as he shot his load deep in Variel's throat. He had not fully recovered when the leash was pulled from his hand. Another man pushed him aside, his fat cock already in hand. But he could not put it into Variel's mouth right away, as he was challenged by another man. "Wait until it's your turn!" he yelled at the overeager newcomer. For a moment the men stared at each other and newcomer indeed backed down and with a sigh the man pushed his cock in Variel's mouth.