Undercover 8: The Rite of Flesh (mm anal bond rape)

Disclaimer: This story contains graphic scenes of M/M non consensual sex and rape. If this content offends you, or you are under 18, you have no business reading it. If you are interested in this subject matter I hope you will enjoy it.

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At Sin's beckoning, the drum and low chanting resumed, an impossibly high tenor voice wafted above the rumble to intone, as the immense doors at the top of the grand stair began to open.

"Olim lacus colueram, olim pulcher extiteram, dum cignus ego fueram."

Nick now saw Farrington borne in on a tilted litter for maximum visibility to the crowd by four robed and hooded slaves, like a statue in the neighborhood church festivals of his childhood and surrounded by a cadre of armed guards. He could not make out whether he was covered with oil or just sweat, but each pronounced muscle reflected the flickering glow of the braziers as the terrified quarterback, eyes wide with panic, frantically fought against the straps that held him to the litter.

"Miser, miser modo niger et ustus fortiter, girat, regirat garcifer."

As the procession passed, Nick noticed also that Farrington's fat dick was raised to rigid stiffness by a silver ring wrapped tightly around the base under the balls. Nick noticed every guest around him staring wide-eyed and open mouthed, some even drooling, at the squirming muscles carried by them.

"How the fuck are we supposed to get at him?" whispered Danvers.

"It's now or never. These sickos are all distracted. I say we take out some of these guards before they reach the islan.. FUCK!"

Nick stopped short when he saw a shadowy figure enter via a side door, carrying a unmoving slave in the now accustomed fashion. It was Doc!

"Me rogus urit fortiter propinat me nunc dapifer."

The weasel eyes met his and a slow reptilian smile spread across his bruised face. The skin of the figure slung over his shoulder was crisscrossed with bleeding welts and bruises. Nick was sure it was Virgil. He had left a young naked hunk bound to a bed in the same room with that monster! How could he have been so stupid? Doc had clearly taken his cruel revenge out of that superbly muscled body. Doc turned toward the island.

Nick didn't need this. He had to stop this asshole before the cover was blown. It didn't take him long to reach and subdue the sniveling worm. He shouldered Virgil and dragged both back to the little grouping.

Gently, he laid the insensate but breathing Virgil in on the ground by Hunt's feet and hardly conspicuous among the many naked slaves splayed in similar positions around the room.

"Talk, you fuck. Have you told anyone we're here?" Wronek growled.

Doc only smiled at Wronek and said, "You looked so tasty in that skintight wetsuit when I took you... and I took you. You moaned like a whore when I took you."

Wronek smashed him hard in the face and Doc lay disturbingly still. Danvers bent to check his pulse.

The drum beats increased.

Nick looked up. They were too late. The procession had reached its goal and the struggling hunk was stretched out upon the slab. A large robotic metal clamp encircled the slim waist. Six of eight insectoid arms grasped each wrist, ankle, and upper thigh and raised the squirming quarterback into a lewd upside down position, legs spread wide to expose a shaven and puckered asshole.

A seventh arm delicately wrapped around the dangerous looking cock and began to jack it in a deliberate pulsing motion.

"Your highness, I trust this meets with your expectations?"

"Once again you have exceeded them, Mr. Sin. He is indeed exquisite," purred the prince allowing his hands to roam freely over the wriggling muscles.

"Mr. Farrington, I have the pleasure to present you to your new owner. He will use this gorgeous body of yours in ways you have never dreamed possible," Sin said to the captured quarterback. A low exhausted growl was the only response.

"Miser, miser modo niger et ustus fortiter. Nunc in scutella iaceo."

This turned into one sharp scream as a robot limb rammed a clear vial containing a bubbling green fluid ripped into the stretched wide hole. The infiltrators could only stare frozen in horror at the scene before them. The all-American football stud hung helplessly like a side of beef on the lewd grasp of an infernal machine bent so that his pumping dick and ravished asshole were exposed to the drooling crowd, his heaving pecs dripping sweat from the futile effort to free himself.

"Modo niger et ustus fortiter. Nunc in scutella iaceo."

Sin held aloft a device larger but similar to a syringe into the body of which he placed a chip like the one he had shown to Nick earlier. Instead of a needle this seem to contain a wide flat between two incisors.

The drums and chanting increased to a fevered pitch.

He soothingly stroked the round buttocks with his free hand as if to calm the panicking victim and rested the head of the device against the vulnerable perineum. The incisors clamped onto the dangling balls pulling them apart wide.

Sin pulled a trigger on the device and the hanging hunk went rigid with shock as the chip was injected into the base of the ball sac and perineum.

His mouth opened to scream but only short sharp breaths were able to escape the heaving lungs. Long flying streamers of cum exploded into from the tortured cock far over the side of the island ledge dropping into the decorative river.

Sin pulled away as the machine swung the hyperventilating he man back up right and released him suddenly dropping him with a thud, limbs hanging back on to the slab, funk oozing from the still pulsing cock.

"Your highness, you may claim your property!"

"Et volitare nequeo dentes frendentes video."

Farrington let out one last growling scream as the prince lifted the legs to expose the magnificently muscled ass to his turgid member and pounded into the no longer resisting quarterback.

"Miser, miser modo niger et ustus fortiter."

Thunderous applause broke out in the hall. Nick looked around to see that the wounded Virgil had been dragged away and was now being toyed with by a robed guest. His heart sank at the prospect of failure. They could still save Farrington and get the chip out later.

"Goddamit! Chief! Let's move. Give the signal to your ops. We're going to rush the island now!"

"Let's roll." Danvers nodded to a shadowy robbed figure near a far column.

Again Sin raised his gilded fan.

" Gentlemen! I hope that you have enjoyed our display. We all wish the prince a long and happy life with his new slave."

Applause again filled the hall. Nick noticed stealthy figures move in the direction of the island.

"And now for your continued pleasure, allow me to introduce our next victim..."

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