close your eyes and remember

Pairing: Four Generals/Mamoru

Tags: Gangbang, Noncon to dubcon, Mind Break, Blowjobs, Anal sex 

Summary: When Mamoru is captured by Queen Beryl's Four Generals, he thinks that he's about to be tortured until he breaks but the Four Generals have a different idea. They still want him to break, of course, so that he can join the ranks of Queen Beryl's soldiers. They just have a different, more intimate way of doing it

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He had been sticky situations before but this was going down an alarming route that never in a million years would he have been able to predict. Laid out flat on his back in the largest bed he’s ever seen, hands bound behind his back, ankles tied to his thighs, keeping his knees bent and restrained, Mamoru slowly looked around the room he had awoken in. Unsurprisingly, he didn’t recognize where he was – not that he really was expecting to, considering his current situation. The room was large, pristinely clean and elegant. Every surface practically shined. Something about the color palette made him uneasy – everything was grey, white or black. He felt like he had been dropped into an old timey photo and he was the only thing that was in color. At the other end of the room was a double door, currently shut. Along the left wall was a line of windows, stretching from ceiling to floor. Sunlight flooded in from underneath the heavy curtains drawn halfway down the windows. All he could see through them was an ocean of blue sky. Well, there was one hint: he was somewhere high up. Wasn’t a big hint but least now he knew that when he escaped from this place, he couldn’t just jump out of the windows. There was probably often an extensive staircase that he would have to descend.

Course, he had to actually get free first. The binds around his wrists and ankles were painfully tight. No matter how much he tried to wriggle free, the ropes held firm. After a few moments, he went still. Right now wasn’t the time to run out of energy. Mamoru looked around the room once more, hoping that he might spot something he could use to cut the binds around his wrist. Nothing. The room was practically sterile. It looked more like a set on a movie than somewhere someone lived in. Mamoru blew out a hard breath through his nose. Alright, he needed to think this through. He had no idea how much time had passed – judging from the light coming in through the windows, it was mostly like late afternoon. Last thing he could remember was a suspicious black car pulling up alongside him as he was walking to the café to get some coffee. After that was a messy blur, filled with voices he barely recognized.

Mamoru sighed, letting his head slump back against the luxurious pillows. He really should have been more cautious. He and the Sailor Scouts had known for a while that Queen Beryl had placed a target on him but he hadn’t expected her Generals to be so bold to kidnap him in broad daylight – assuming that they were the ones behind this. He couldn’t rule out that some other villains had come along. Wouldn’t be the first time that happened. Though…Mamoru glanced down at himself. This was definitely a first. He had awoken tied up before but never…naked. There wasn’t a scrap of clothing on his person. His penis was just out for the world to see. The ropes dug into his bare skin, leaving bright red marks that would be there for days. Perhaps even more alarming than him being naked was that there were eight long scratch marks doing down the smooth skin of his thighs. He hadn’t noticed them at first but as soon as he took note of them, they were all he could see. His mind kept returning to that bright splash of red against the white of his skin.

Subtle panic coursed through his veins. Those scratches hadn’t been there before he was kidnapped, meaning whomever was imprisoning him had stood over him, placed their hands on his unconscious body and dragged their fingernails down his skin. He didn’t want to think about what else they might’ve done to him while he was unaware. Another question he didn’t want to ask himself was why. The scratches were very close to his crotch – disturbingly close. It was both a blessing and a curse that he couldn’t see more of himself. The possibility that there were other markings that he just couldn’t see was something he was very aware of. It was taking a considerable amount of his self-control to not roll around restlessly, trying to see if he could make any out. Doing so would only worsen this growing panic. Mamoru pulled in a deep breath, letting his eyes fall closed. This was a strange, disturbing occurrence but, just like all the other times, he would use his own strength to get free.

Right now, though, it seemed his only option was to wait and see who his kidnapper was. It was nerve-wracking, forced to just lay there in the dense silence. Nothing to keep his mind distracted away from the prominent scratches on his thighs. His gaze kept returning to them. It was the strangest thing – they alarmed him like nothing else had but there was something…familiar about them. Or rather, something familiar about looking down at his legs to find them marked in some…intimate way. He tried to shake the feeling away but it wouldn’t leave him be. Just another thing on top of everything else that it made it increasingly hard to remain calm. Panicking in a situation like this was just asking for trouble but the longer he had to remain in the oppressive quiet, the more quickly he moved towards giving into that anxiety. Curling his hands into loose fists, Mamoru focused on the rhythm of his breathing, on the sensation of the air going in and out of his lungs. A simple technique but one that never failed to calm him down.

He was nearing an…not optimal or preferred but still better than nothing level of calm when the double doors swung open. Mamoru’s head jerked up, his eyes flying open. His lips pressed into a thin line. Looks like his earlier assumption was right – not that he was exactly happy about that. Striding through the doors was Queen Beryl’s four generals: Nephrite, Kunzite, Zoisite and Jadeite. In other words, the last people he wanted to see. These were villains that he wasn’t going to have an easy time getting away from. If it had just been one of them, he would have had a better chance but all four of them together were formidable foes. Doing his best to keep his expression even and calm, Mamoru silently watched them as they filed into the room. The attempt to look as though he wasn’t dragged right back to the start of that childish panicking was ruined when, without warning or reasoning, Jadeite rushed forward, jumping up onto the bed. Mamoru jerked back, a startled yelp raising to his lips. He instinctively tried to kick, which only resulted in the binds tightening even further, practically cutting into his skin.

Jadeite’s slender hands landed on either side of his head. A sly grin spread across his pale face. There was a spark of something in blue eyes that Mamoru didn’t care for at all. Before he had any time to try to figure out why in the hell Jadeite was hovering over him like this, those slender hands abruptly clamped down on the sides of his head, holding him in place as Jadeite lunged down to smash his lips to Mamoru’s in a talentless, unpleasant kiss. Mamoru’s eyes bulged out of their sockets. For a moment, he was too shocked to do anything, other than stare at the ceiling and the blurred mess of colors that was Jadeite’s face. His lips quickly began to burn as Jadeite seemed to be trying to tear them off, rather than just kiss him. Mamoru kept trying to jerk away but couldn’t break free from Jadeite’s grasp. His heart thundered wildly. Fresh panic began to pulse in the center of his chest. Wha…what was this?! Why was one of Queen Beryl’s generals kissing him?! They were mortal enemies – why in the name of the Moon would he ever want to kiss him?!

Suddenly, Jadeite’s lips were gone from his mouth, leaving him gasping and coughing. Blinking rapidly, Mamoru looked up to find that the other generals had gathered around the bed. Kunzite was holding Jadeite up by the scruff of his shirt, not looking too pleased with his fellow. Nephrite was sitting on the edge of the bed, an amused expression on his sharp face. Finally, Zoisite was behind Kunzite, his slender arms wrapped around his waist, peeking around him to grin teasingly down at Mamoru. Except for Kunzite, who looked as though he was a moment away from scolding Jadeite, each one of them was focused solely on him. Even Jadeite, still hanging in Kunzite’s hold, was staring sullenly down at him, clearly annoyed at being interrupted. As Mamoru watched, Jadeite tore his gaze away from Mamoru’s face to glare up at Kunzite. Zoisite giggled, sliding his arms away from Kunzite and stepping out from behind him to sit on the opposite side to Nephrite. Still wearing that teasing grin, he reached forward to brush the tips of his long, slender fingers across Mamoru’s sweaty forehead.

“I’m sorry for how rude our companion was being.” Zoisite said softly. Despite his words, his bright green eyes were gleaming with the same kind of spark that had been in Jadeite’s gaze. There was a disconcerting splash of red in his pale cheeks. His hand slid down to Mamoru’s cheek, gently cupping it in the curve of his smooth palm. Leaning in closer, he pressed a light kiss to the corner of Mamoru’s lips, giggling softly when he jerked away with a sharp gasp. With a strength that he never would have expected, Zoisite’s slender hand clamped around his jaw, roughly wrenching his head back into place. Instead of looking annoyed or angry by his defiance, Zoisite seemed more excited by his struggle than anything. That strange spark gleamed even more brightly in Zoisite’s green eyes. Letting out a breathless laugh, the color in his pale cheeks deepening even further, Zoisite slowly leaned in, easily holding him in place as he struggled.

“What’re you-!” Mamoru started to cry out, only to lose his words when Zoisite happily pressed his lips to his, sighing softly. His bright green eyes fluttered closed. The smooth backs of his long, slender fingers brushed over Mamoru’s burning hot cheek. This…this kiss was far better than Jadeite’s. While Jadeite had left his lips burning and his stomach somersaulting, Zoisite’s kiss got a much different, alarming reaction. It…it felt good…really good…Zoisite’s lips were so soft. They moved confidently over his own – this was a man who knew what he was doing, and it had the intended effect, much to Mamoru’s horror. A pulse of heat began to radiate out from the pit of his belly. His heart began to thud, not out of fear but a terrible excitement. With a jolt, he realized that there was a disconcerting stirring in his underwear. His eyes bulged. No…no way! He…he couldn’t be getting hard from this! He tried once more to jerk away but Zoisite held him firm. Chuckling quietly, Zoisite’s tongue brushed against Mamoru’s lips, sending a spring of tingles racing through his face. Another hard jolt shook his body. Mamoru clamped his mouth tightly shut in response, clenching his teeth together.

Zoisite laughed, pulling back. He lightly tapped his finger against Mamoru’s cheek, “Ah, ah, ah. Don’t do that know. Come on, don’t be difficult. Open your mouth so I can finally taste you again.”

Panting rapidly through his nose, confused by the combination of panic and stirring heat, Mamoru glared weakly up at Zoisite, doing his best to keep his expression between neutral and angry. What…what in the world was this? What were these villains planning? And what did Zoisite mean by again?! This was the first time he had-. Mamoru’s racing thoughts came from a screeching halt. He had been so distracted by the strange pleasantness of being kissed by Zoisite that he hadn’t realized until just now that…there was something familiar about this tingling sensation clinging to his lips. Blinking rapidly, Mamoru’s attention swung around to focus on this bizarre, ghostly whisper of what could be a memory. His gaze flickered down to Zoisite’s full, pink lips. He hadn’t thought about being sneaky about it but realized that he probably should’ve made an effort when Zoisite smiled playfully. That feeling that he…he knew those lips grew even stronger, much to his bewilderment. How could he possibly know this man’s lips?!

Unless…no, that couldn’t possibly be it. His brain was simply over-agitated by how this bizarre encounter with the men who used to be his Generals was going. Nothing about this made any sense. While these men had once called him their King, they were now the pawns of that cruel Queen Beryl. Mamoru’s eyes narrowed. Was this some sort of intimidation tactic? Were they attempting to humiliate him into doing something? The thought seemed far-fetched but he couldn’t fathom of any other reason. Swallowing hard against the thundering pulse in his throat, Mamoru made the mistake of opening his mouth to demand to be told what it was these villains thought they were doing. With dizzying speed, Zoisite lunged forward, capturing his mouth in a stronger, firmer kiss. His hot tongue shoved its way between his lips, pushing in a strangely sweet taste that made Mamoru’s head spin. The tension bled out of his muscles. He breathed out slowly through his nose, ruffling the stray strands of blond hair hanging around Zoisite’s face. Those bright green eyes stared into his for a moment before sliding closed. Zoisite’s slender hands slid down to gently cup the sides of his face, his long fingers pushing through Mamoru’s mussed hair. His tongue swiped over the interior of his cheeks and the roof of his mouth before playfully brushing against his own tongue, coating his tastebuds in a taste that was both incredibly delicious and painfully familiar. His head began to lazily spin as a dense fog slowly covered his mind. The heat in his belly pulsed even louder. Before he realized what he was doing, he started lightly sucking on Zoisite’s tongue, his lips clumsily moving to kiss him in return.

The feeling that he knew this man’s mouth…his lips, his tongue, his taste was even stronger now. Why? It made no sense! Obviously, he had never kissed Zoisite before. As Endymion, he hadn’t…been like this with them, had he? Just as the thought was crossing his muddled mind, Zoisite leaned back, dragging his tongue along his bottom lip. The memory hit him like a bullet train, stealing the air straight from his lungs. Suddenly, he was no longer in a strange room, surrounded by the enemy but on his bed in the palace, comfortable and warm, a smile touching his still tingling lips as he gazed up at Zoisite, no longer wearing the dreary colors of Queen Beryl’s but the clear, bright colors of the moon. He looked into those bright green eyes and experienced a brilliant burst of love, desire and want that, for a few moments, drove away the awareness that he was the prisoner of a dangerous enemy. Zoisite’s smile softened. He leaned in once more to pepper little kisses all over Mamoru’s flushed face. Awareness slowly came bleeding back in, kept at bay by the insistent heat but when Zoisite playfully nipped at his lip, he fully jerked back to reality.

Yanking his head back, flinching when Zoisite’s teeth grated across the sensitive skin of his inner lip, Mamoru finally found his voice, sharply demanding, “Get off me!”

Zoisite stuck his bottom lip out in a playful pout, “Now that isn’t very nice. Don’t be difficult, Mamoru-kun. We’re here to help!” He leaned in close to nuzzle his cheek, “In just a short while, you’ll know the bliss of belonging to Queen Beryl. We’ve been sent here on a special errand from the Queen herself to ensure that your rehabilitation will go smoothly. Don’t worry!” Zoisite exclaimed gleefully, noticing the look of horror on Mamoru’s face, “The reason why she chose us for this special task is that only we four can remind you of something very important.”

“Something important?” Mamoru repeated numbly.

“That’s better shown than told, right, Zoisite?” Nephrite asked, getting to his feet. To Mamoru’s horror, he began to undress, a sly smile on his face as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, his gaze never leaving Mamoru’s face.

“That’s what I was trying to do.” Jadeite interjected, annoyed. He was sitting at the back of the bed, glaring sullenly at Zoisite, who just smirked in response. “Queen Beryl gave us a strict time limit. We cannot disappointment her!”

“And you think suddenly shoving your tongue down his throat will help?” Kunzite asked, quirking a brow. Jadeite opened his mouth to deliver a retort but seemed to think better of it. He glared for a moment more before blowing out a harsh breath through his nose, his shoulders slumping in defeat. Kunzite chuckled and moved over to join Zoisite, who moved back to give him room. Kunzite smiled softly, curling his fingers around Mamoru’s jaw. He tilted his head back as he leaned down to press a firm kiss to his lips. A nimble tongue snaked into his mouth, pushing in a floral-like taste that, unlike with Zoisite, which was a gradual build up to a memory surfacing from the depths of his conscious, brought a new memory hurtling towards the surface: pressing a panting Kunzite up against a wall, sinking his fingers into his soft, silky hair as he hungrily devoured his mouth, moaning as that taste…that exact same taste, overwhelmed his senses. The moment that incredible flavor touched his tongue, he wanted even more, kissing Kunzite breathless. Even then, it hadn’t been enough. It had never been enough. He had always wanted more. Mamoru shuddered. A sharp pain thudded in the center of his forehead. What was this? What were these memories?! He…he had been wholly dedicated to Princess Serenity! He wouldn’t have done such a thing…and yet, same as with Zoisite, Kunzite’s lips were familiar. Not only that but being kissed by him was bringing back the tingling heat. Within seconds, those talented lips had his head spinning. He was so focused on how good it felt to be kissed by this man that he failed to notice Nephrite climbing up onto the bed. It only became apparent when a slender hand landed on his stomach, dangerously close to his crotch.

Mamoru jumped, a jolt racing through his legs. He jerked his head away from the kiss to look down. Nephrite was pressed up close to his side, hovering directly over his crotch. A burst of horror erupted in the center of his chest. No…no, no, no, he…he was hard?! From just a kiss? No, no, it was more than that. It was these bizarre memories, these thoughts that he knew their touch, their taste. Mamoru gritted his teeth together, his breath coming hard and fast. Kunzite chuckled, easing himself up onto the bed beside him as well. Zoisite glanced over at Nephrite, who offered a wide grin. They moved in unison, not giving Mamoru any time to react. Zoisite climbed up on top of him, his slender hands landing on his chest. A humiliatingly loud cry rippled out of his throat when those elegant hands found his nipples – rolling, pinching and squeezing them between his long fingers. Hot breath brushed over his crotch, making him jump. One of Nephrite’s hands wrapped around the base of his erect penis then began to slowly glide up and down, firmly stroking him. Choking out a strangled yelp, Mamoru tried to jerk away but it was impossible to move with Zoisite on top of him.

“That didn’t take long.” Zoisite commented, leaning down to drag his tongue over one of Mamoru’s nipples. He gasped wetly, unconsciously pushing his chest up. “Mm, he tastes just as good as I remember.”

“Oi, Kunzite. Trade places with me.” Jadeite’s voice floated up from below him. He paused for a moment then added, “Please.”

Snorting, Kunzite stepped back without a word. Jadeite wasted no time – crawling up the large bed to plop down beside Mamoru’s head. Grinning mischievously, his blue eyes blazing with a barely restrained heat, Jadeite unbuttoned his pants then swung around and stood just long enough to shove everything down, revealing a startlingly plush ass. Another memory came barreling up from the dredges of his mind: shamelessly ogling that gorgeous ass as Jadeite walked away, cum dribbling down his smooth thighs. Mamoru’s cock twitched. He was suddenly ceased by the intense desire to take one of those plump globes into his hand and squeeze. What kind of sound would Jadeite make if he did that? Wherever these memories were coming from immediately threw another one at him: Jadeite, red faced and flustered, clinging to the front of his uniform, squirming and gasping as he fondled his ass. There was naked, embarrassed want in those bright blue eyes, completely different from now. Then, it was clear he was the one in charge, the one who was being chased, who was being begged to touch, to take it further than just his gloved hands over his clothed ass. Now…when Jadeite swung around, looking rather triumphant, he realized that he was the one who was about to be eaten. Whatever relationship he had with these men in the past, it had been twisted – just as Queen Beryl had done with everything else.

“Wait…wait a mo-“ Mamoru started to shakily say, only for the words to fail him when Jadeite gracefully leapt back up onto the bed. It wasn’t intentional – it wasn’t but Mamoru’s gaze swung down to look at his crotch. A wild thrum of erratic heat rushed out from his crotch. C…cute…Jadeite’s cock was so cute…he was small, plump and pink. Drool pooled underneath his tongue. His own cock twitched in Nephrite’s hold, much to the man’s delight. An intense need to touch, to stroke that adorable penis to make Jadeite tremble and gasped took possession of him. Grinning excitedly, Jadeite pushed forward to kneel beside Mamoru’s head. Before he had time to react, Jadeite grabbed a handful of his hair, yanking his head in place. He brought the head of his adorable cock to his slack lips and shoved his way inside his mouth. Smooth, hot skin glided over his tongue. Mamoru’s eyes widened. For the briefest moment, his mind howled at him to bite, to gnaw on this unwelcome invader then Jadeite moaned, curling a hand around the side of Mamoru’s head and began to thrust, confidently, rapidly pumping his cock in and out of Mamoru’s mouth. Drool leaked down his chin. Crazed fire raged in the pit of his belly. An intense dizziness swamped him. His…his enemy’s penis was in his mouth, and it…it was making him feel incredibly good.

“Oh, he likes that.” Nephrite commented giddily, “He’s twitching like crazy,” Mamoru wailed around Jadeite’s cock as a hot tongue ran up the length of his cock, sending a fresh blast of pleasure ricocheting up his spine, “so sensitive! Does that bunhead not give you enough attention?”

“Come now, Nephrite.” Kunzite laughed, “She wouldn’t know how to satisfy him, even if they were intimate. Considering how easy it is to fluster her, I can’t imagine they’ve gone further than a kiss, if even that.”

“True.” Nephrite pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock, “He’s undoubtedly still a virgin – in this form, at least. Don’t worry, Endyimon. We’ll take good care of you. You taught us well but now, we are the teachers and we shall show you the pleasure of submitting to us.”

“Zoisite, let’s get him ready for the next step.” Kunzite’s large hand rested on his thigh, pulling his leg to the side. Mamoru weakly tried to squeeze his legs back together but between Kunzite and Nephrite, who curled his arm underneath his knee, he was left completely exposed.

“Yes!” Zoisite breathed excitedly. His slender hands left Mamoru’s chest, leaving his nipples tingling. “Jadeite, keep him distracted.”

“What do you think I’m doing?” Jadeite panted, his voice ragged. He turned his attention back to Mamoru, smiling widely, “Feels good, doesn’t it? Don’t you love the taste?”

He…he did. He never would’ve expected that a man’s penis could taste this incredible. The thick precum that leaked out of the slit coated his tongue in a wonderful sweetness. There was a hint of saltiness that he couldn’t get enough of. Just as before with Zoisite’s tongue, Mamoru found himself instinctively sucking on Jadeite’s length, hungrily lapping at the slit to gather up even more of that wonderful taste. Because Jadeite’s penis wasn’t that big, there was no discomfort. Rather, it was like his mouth was meant to be wrapped around this length. The fit was so perfect, so comfortable. He…he couldn’t understand it but it felt so right to have this gorgeous penis inside his mouth, gliding and smoothing over his tongue, spreading a wonderful heat down his throat and further down into his belly. That golden haze that had been slowly devouring his mind grew even denser. It was becoming harder to think straight. Knitting his brows together over his teary gaze, Mamoru frantically scrambled around in his mind in a desperate attempt to grab hold of something, anything that could ground him. Something…something was obviously wrong with him.

The thought that he might’ve been drugged crossed his mind. It didn’t seem likely, since he hadn’t started feeling this bizarre until Zoisite kissed him. Perhaps he had been injected before he awoke and it was a slow acting drug? Even then, it didn’t make sense that a kiss was what had started it! It also didn’t explain the memories that seemed to be bubbling up at a constant rate. A drug couldn’t manifest fake memories. It couldn’t make this bizarre, intense feeling that he knew Zoisite’s hands, still lingering on his chest as Kunzite slipped his large frame between Mamoru’s legs. That the sensation of his long, slender fingers playing with his nipples was not only familiar but something he had so thoroughly enjoyed in the past and wanted even more of. There was no drug that he could think of that would cause such a thing. Certainly, there was the possibility that this was some sort of potion concocted by Queen Beryl but while he was no expert on that sort of thing, he did know that such a thing would take careful time and effort to implant memories. It wasn’t something that could be done in a couple of hours or even a day. Unless these villains had been gradually implanting memories over the course of several days, which was unlikely – he would have noticed something as obvious of that – there was no other explanation but that these memories…were Endymion’s memories.

But how could that be?! He wouldn’t have done something like this…Mamoru looked up at Jadeite, hoping that seeing his flushed face, laced with arrogant pleasure, would provide the confirmation he needed that this was all some sort of trick but the moment they locked eyes, a new memory came hurtling towards the surface of his consciousness. Jadeite, kneeling in front of him, those plush lips wrapped around his cock, clumsily bobbing up and down. He could remember that his technique hadn’t been that good (had this been his first time blowing him?) but seeing him so earnestly devouring his cock had more than made up for it. There was no grey to find anywhere in this vision – instead, Jadeite was wearing, just as Zoisite had been, the bright gold and white of the Moon kingdom, a brutal reminder that they had once been his. His Generals, his friends, his…his…what else? Had he truly done this sort of thing with him back then, even though he had been so dedicated to Serenity? No…no, that couldn’t be possible. It couldn’t-!

Smooth, warm fingers brushed against his hole, sending a harsh jolt racing up his body. His wide, alarmed gaze swung down to see that Zoisite was twisted around, one hand still on his chest, the other reaching between his trembling thighs to sweetly, teasingly rub his hole. He had been so distracted with the memory of Jadeite that he hadn’t noticed at all that Kunzite was smearing some kind of strange fluid over his entrance. Grinning slyly, Zoisite glanced down at him, clearly enjoying himself, then slipped a finger inside. Mamoru cried out around Jadeite’s cock. There was no discomfort, no itching or pain. To his horror, Zoisite’s finger slipped in with ease, sinking to the third knuckle with no difficulty at all. Even worse, it…it was just his finger but it felt incredible – that long, nimble digit rubbed and stroked along the interior of his ass, sending out shockwaves of tingling pleasure. Mamoru’s breath came in fast, harsh pants. His hips wiggled and squirmed on the bedsheets. Above him, Zoisite giggled happily, taking one of his nipples between his slender fingers to lightly pinch it, pulling another loud moan out of Mamoru. Bad…bad, bad, this was bad-! This…damn, he needed to get away! Something…something was seriously wrong with him! It no longer mattered if this was a drug, a spell, a potion or he had truly had this sort of relationship with these men in the past-! Right now, he…he could feel himself starting to submit. The energy to flee, to fight was beginning to fade as the pleasure grew even bigger. If…if he couldn’t escape this soon-!

Zoisite slipped another finger into him, quickly followed by another when the second was eagerly sucked inside. Choking out a harsh moan, Jadeite abruptly swung his leg over his head so that he was straddling his shoulders. His plump butt rested on the top of his chest. Face flushed bright red, panting heavily, he grabbed a handful of Mamoru’s hair in one hand, and the headboard in the other. In this position, his plump cock was pushed even deeper inside his mouth. Moaning softly, he began to rapidly pump his hips, keeping the majority of his cock buried within the wet heat of his mouth. After a couple thrusts, he threw his head back, sending sweat drenched locks flying everywhere, and came. A strange, dizzying wave of heat crashed over him as thick fluid poured down his throat. With Jadeite’s cock in his mouth, he had no choice but to swallow…not that he would have done differently even if he had been able to spit it out. Deliriously sucking on the twitching length, wanting to milk out every single drop, Mamoru greedily swallowed everything down. This taste…this thick, heavy, gorgeous taste that coated every inch of his mouth…to no one’s surprise, he knew it. He knew Jadeite’s taste – the taste of his cum, of his penis, of his tongue. No, not just knew…loved…he loved this taste…he loved Jadeite’s taste.

“Aah…” Jadeite gasped, sliding his sopping wet cock out of Mamoru’s gasping, sloppy mouth, “So cute-! Nephrite, look, look…he’s so cute…”

“He is.” Nephrite agreed with a smile, “He’s about to become even cuter. Move to the side, Jadeite. I want him to be able to watch as he loses his virginity.”

Now that Jadeite had removed his cock from his mouth and the taste was fading from his tongue, some of his sense of reason was returning, clawing its way through the dense fog hanging over his mind. Mamoru’s eyes widened. Lose his…?! What did-?! Mamoru’s skittering thoughts came to a crashing halt when Zoisite’s slender fingers crooked slightly, rubbing the smooth tips against the interior of his ass. A loud cry rippled out of his throat. A violent spasm rushed through his legs. There came the sound of delighted laughter from all around him but he could barely pay any attention to it. Eyes stretched open wide, his head pressed back against the pillows, Mamoru squirmed and writhed underneath Zoisite. What-?! What was this-?! The place where Zoisite was rubbing-! Good-! Good, good, good, it felt so good-! His entire body was burning with an excruciating pleasure. His cock was thrumming. His balls felt heavy. Mamoru’s teeth clenched tightly together. No…no, no, no, cu…cumming-! He was going to-!

Zoisite pressed even harder against that one spot. Mamoru’s fingers and toes curled tightly. His hips strained up off the bed, bucking lightly as thick ropes of cum sprayed out of the slit. There came even more laughter – he barely heard it over the roaring of blood in his ears. This…this wasn’t just pleasure…it was ecstasy. There wasn’t a part of him that was brimming with pleasure and heat. He could feel it moving physically through his veins, finding all the connections and pathways that spanned the length of his body and igniting them to a point he had never experienced before. As humiliating as it was, they hadn’t been incorrect about him still being a virgin. In this form, he hadn’t even kissed anyone yet! Jadeite had been his first and he wanted to be infuriated by the giddiness that thought caused but couldn’t think straight enough to scrounge up the energy needed to make that emotion happen. Despite all these strange memories, this body was thoroughly unused to pleasure. The most he’d ever experienced was jerking off. That…that didn’t come anywhere close to this. This…it was terrifying in its intensity. He had come so hard from just Zoisite’s fingers. What…what was going to happen to him when this continued on further?

Now that thought managed to get a response he wanted, though it was largely aided by Zoisite slipping his fingers out of his twitching hole. Before Mamoru had a chance to catch his breath, something very big, very hard and very hot pressed to where Zoisite’s fingers had just been stretching him open. All the breath whooshed out of Mamoru’s lungs in a rough wheeze. His head shot up. A slyly smiling Zoisite slid over to plop down beside Jadeite, giving Mamoru a perfect view of Kunzite, kneeling between his legs, stripped down to just his trousers, his handsome face flushed a deep shade of red. Heat and lust blazed in his dark eyes. His gaze hungrily stared down at Mamoru’s bottom half. A dizzying combination of screeching need and howling terror slammed into him. He wanted to cry, to scream but couldn’t make his tongue work. He didn’t need to see to know what was grinding against him. This position, the eager look in all of their eyes…they were moving onto the natural next step in this play. Mamoru shuddered, his legs twitching. No…no, no, no, he…he couldn’t take much more of this-! If he put that hot thing inside him, he…he was going to-!

“Aah…” Kunzite sighed breathily, reaching up to gently stroke the backs of his fingers along the curve of Mamoru’s face, “I love that face you’re making…show me even more, Endymion!”

“No-!” Mamoru managed to cry out, his voice coming out as a sharp, whining wail but there was no stopping this.

Lips curled in a delighted smile, Kunzite slammed his hips forward, driving the entirety of his cock deep into Mamoru. White bleed across his vision. His back arched to such a severe degree, it was amazing that a loud crack didn’t echo through the room. His legs slammed against Kunzite’s sides, twitching and trembling violently. Somehow, he managed not to cum, despite the violent onslaught of a pleasure that was even more intense than when Zoisite was playing with that sweet spot inside him. Shivering, a harsh breath slipping free of his plush lips, Kunzite came to a stop as soon as he was completely sheathed inside him. Bending over slightly, his silky hair sweeping along his broad shoulders, Kunzite curled his hands around Mamoru’s trembling waist, holding him firmly in place as he began to thrust. It was a hard, brutal slam of his hips, colliding repeatedly with Mamoru’s body, sending him jolting upwards with every impact. Squealing at the top of his lungs, Mamoru bucked his hips in time with Kunzite’s thrusts, using what leverage he had to grind and rub that gorgeous length against his insides. Good-! His mind screeched one word on repeat. All of his resistance, his hesitation, his terror was gone, suffocated and destroyed by the immense, devastating pleasure that was coming from having his hole stuffed full of that gorgeous cock.

Big-! Big-! Kunzite’s cock was so big-! He was stretching him so wide-! The heat spearing into him was irresistible! It felt so good-! It felt so incredibly good-! His butt…his butt was melting! He was being churned up deep inside-! This…this…this was heaven! This was bliss! Bouncing on top of the mattress, wailing and sobbing from pleasure, Mamoru distantly felt the binds around his legs being removed. The thought of escaping briefly skittered across his mind but before it could gain any kind of traction, Kunzite rammed his hips forward, choked out a low moan and came, filling up Mamoru’s insides with a torrent of burning hot cum. As Mamoru’s hips were straining up off the bed, his second orgasm tearing through his body, a hazy memory sluggishly rose to the surface. This…this was the only thing that was a little different from how he could remember from when he was Endymion. Back then, Kunzite…he never would’ve cum first. He had always been so meticulous, so focused on making sure his partner came first, that his partner was being well taken care of. Finding that little discrepancy between the then and the now provided no ammunition to fight against this. He noticed the difference but couldn’t focus on it, not with a heavily panting, widely smiling Kunzite sliding his arms up underneath him, easily lifting him up from the bed so he was sitting in his lap.

This new position forced his cock even deeper inside him, pulling out a sharp, gasping wail. Bucking his hips, grinding his throbbing, aching length against Kunzite’s stomach, Mamoru only barely registered Nephrite sliding up behind him. Hot breath brushed over the back of his neck, making him shiver. There came a low, excited chuckle from behind him. Something hot and hard bumped against his already stuffed full hole. Mamoru jolted, his eyes widening. Wha-?! Nephrite, he couldn’t mean too-?! It wouldn’t fit-! His hole was already stretched to its limit-! There was no way he could take both-! Nipping at his earlobe, Nephrite chuckled, wrapped an arm around his midsection to steady him and thrust forward, driving his cock in alongside Kunzite’s. Every muscle in his body tensed up. His teeth clenched together. He came with a squealing wail, splattering thick ropes of jizz all over Kunzite’s chest. Too much-! It was too much-! He…he was breaking-! He was breaking-! It felt too good-! It felt too insanely good-! His head…his head was becoming strange!

Warm lips brushed against the corner of his mouth. Kunzite laughed quietly, his large hand smoothing up the line of his back, “Aah, you’re making such cute sounds. You’re so adorable, Endymion. Come now, give us more. Give us even more!”

“Wai…pleash…” Mamoru gasped out. A shrill yelp pushed out from between his trembling lips. Kunzite and Nephrite began to move in turn, repeatedly pounding their thick, fat cocks up into him. Heat speared through his belly, coursing up further and further until it burst into his mind as a smack of golden pleasure. Bouncing in their hold, his tongue hanging lewdly out of his mouth, drool coursing down his throat, Mamoru curled his legs around Kunzite’s larger form. Someone behind him untied his hands. He wasted no time in throwing his arms around Kunzite’s broad shoulders, anchoring them closer together. Tears blurred his vision, clinging precariously to his eyelashes before coursing down his scorched cheeks. Good-! Good-! His butt-! His butt was stuffed so full! He was stuffed so full of that amazing heat-! Good-! M…more-! More-! More-! More-! He wanted even more!

“There we go.” Someone cooed into his ear. Long, slender fingers wrapped around his drool drenched jaw, gently tugging his head to the side and directly into a deep, thorough kiss. Mamoru moaned happily, sucking enthusiastically on the delicious tongue that slipped into his mouth. Kiss…he liked…no, he loved being kissed by Zoisite. That’s who this was, right? It had to be…only he would taste this sweet. Before Mamoru could get too comfortable, he was jerked away from the kiss, pulled around to the other side. Bright blue eyes, full of indignant annoyance at being left out, filled up his vision. The adorable Jadeite leaned forward to capture his mouth in a much more careful kiss than from before. Mamoru shivered, pushing back into the kiss. It was a completely different experience and he loved every moment of it. Now that Jadeite was moving with more precision, Mamoru could finally feel that his lips were softer and plumper than Zoisite’s. Good…kissing him felt so good…it was different from before. He was no longer the one in charge, no longer the one leading. Rather, he was the one being lead.

That…it didn’t bother him in the slightest. The longer he was squeezed between Nephrite and Kunzite, tugged back and forth between Jadeite and Zoisite, who took turns kissing him, the less he was even able to recognize that he was being lead. Nephrite groaned sharply in his ear, his arm curling even tighter around him. His cock swelled up even bigger, twitching violently inside him then a second load of scalding cum was pouring into him. Just as he was beginning to react to that blissful heat, Kunzite slammed his hips up hard, making him bounce in his hold, and came as well. Cum dribbled out of his ass. His insides spasmed and squeezed the thrumming lengths inside him. Mamoru gasped and panted, a delirious smile on his sweaty, flushed face. Good…it felt so good for them to cum inside. His belly was so warm-! More-! He wanted more-! He wanted-!

“My turn.” Zoisite whispered into his ear. He took hold of Mamoru’s arm, pushing him down onto his back. Mamoru eagerly spread his legs, his eyes shining with needy heat as Zoisite slipped between them. As he was getting into position, Jadeite took his place by Mamoru’s head, offering him his cock. Without a hint of hesitation, Mamoru took the bulbous, dribbling head into his mouth, pushing down all the way to the base. A shrill squeal came from the depths of his chest, muffled by the thick mass of Jadeite’s delicious cock. Jadeite moaned appreciatively, brushing his fingers through Mamoru’s sweat soaked hair. Wrapping his hands around Mamoru’s hips, Zoisite thrust forward, shuddering and moaning as his cock sunk deep into the wet, tight heat of his hole. Kunzite slid up behind him, wrapping his arms around him. Smiling dizzily, Zoisite looked back at him, twisting his head around to press a kiss to his lips. Kunzite’s eyes fluttered closed. Even through his daze, Mamoru could see both of them melting into the kiss. Nephrite moved up close to Mamoru’s side, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock. It seemed that, since he had nothing else to do, he took it upon himself to be the first to give him a blowjob. Mamoru wailed around Jadeite’s cock, his legs twitching and trembling as Nephrite sunk all the way down to the base, sucking firmly on his twitching length. His cock-! His cock-! His cock was melting-! Good-! Having his cock sucked felt so good-!

“Endymion!” Jadeite gasped, curling his fingers tighter into his hair, “Endymion! Endymion!”

Shoving his hips forward, burying his cock inside of Mamoru’s mouth, Jadeite came, sending a gush of cum flooding down his throat. Wailing happily, Mamoru swallowed down every drop. A low whine of disappointment slipped free from his lips when Jadeite flopped back, panting heavily. One of the other three might’ve made a comment about how fast he was, considering he shoot them an irritated look but Mamoru was distracted by one of Zoisite’s slender hand smoothing up his chest to really pay attention.

Bringing his long, beautiful fingers to Mamoru’s mouth, a soft smile on his flushed face, Zoisite said in a low, breathy voice, “Suck them.”

A burst of radiant heat and want bloomed in the center of his chest. Panting heavily, Mamoru dragged his tongue across Zoisite’s fingers before taking the gorgeous digits into his mouth. A hard shudder wracked his body as Zoisite squeezed his tongue between his fingers. He sucked eagerly on them, lapping and licking, covering every inch of skin with a heavy layer of saliva. This…he could remember so clearly…this was something he had done so many times back when he was Endymion. He…he had always loved these beautiful fingers – loved kissing them, sucking them, playing with them; feeling them trail and touch every inch of his body. He loved them…he loved them so much…Mamoru’s eyes fluttered closed. These men…they were once his. There was no longer any doubt in his mind. There was no room for it. He knew…they were once his but now, they weren’t his. He was theirs. Or perhaps…he had always been theirs but hadn’t realized it until now. Ah, it didn’t matter. Somewhere in the time between him being Endymion and him becoming Mamoru, he had become theirs.

But…if they weren’t his, who did they belong to now? Even in his near delirious state, the answer still came quickly. They were Queen Beryl’s – her generals, her soldiers; loyal to her alone. Mamoru slowly blinked, gasping softly as Zoisite pulled his drool drenched fingers out of his mouth. Seeing the pleased smile on his face was nearly enough to send Mamoru tumbling down into another orgasm. Warmth brushed against his side. Jadeite took hold of one of his hands, leading it to his still erect cock. He didn’t need further instructions. Wrapping his trembling fingers around the twitching length, he clumsily stroked it, smiling slightly when that earned him a soft moan. Zoisite began to move, though much slower than the others. He pushed in at snail’s pace, making Mamoru feel every inch of his cock as it slipped inside. By the time he was all the way inside, Mamoru was seeing stars. Nephrite matched his pace, slowing down to really tease his length, tonguing and rubbing at the veins and base. Kunzite’s focus was on Zoisite, kissing and licking everywhere he could reach, leaving little red marks all over his pale skin.

Trapped underneath them, his hazy gaze struggling to focus on the beautiful man in front of him, Mamoru swallowed hard. A thought persisted in his mind, preventing him from fully giving into this pleasure. If they were Queen Beryl’s, and he was theirs…then did that mean…he was also Queen Beryl’s? The moment the thought flittered across his mind, he felt a sense of profound relief. Yes…that…that was the answer he had been looking for, the one that he needed. It made perfect sense. They had once been his but he was now theirs. In becoming theirs, he had become Queen Beryl’s. A dizzy smile spread across Mamoru’s face. That’s right…he was Queen Beryl’s…meant to serve her and, in turn, serve her Generals. It was strange to think how resistant he had been before when it was so obvious. This was where he was meant to be, surrounded and loved by the men he had once called his own but was now relieved and grateful to submit to them. His role as Tuxedo Mask, his history as Prince Endymion, the man he had been before awaking in this room no longer had any consequence to him. All he could think of, all that concerned him was proving a worthy servant to Queen Beryl and to her Generals.