For Your Country; For Your Family

Pairing: Faceless/Xander & Garon/Xander 

Tags: Incest, Gangrape, Noncon to dubcon, Mind break, Large cocks, Belly bulge, Multiple orgasms, Monster sex 

Summary: It's for the good of his siblings. That's what Xander tells himself as he stands, naked, in front of a horde of Nobles who he believes he's about to spend the night pleasuring. His duty to Nohr and his family is tested, however, when his Father reveals that he'll be entertaining the Nobles by becoming a group of Faceless's cocksleeve

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Staring vacantly at the intricately carved door, silently waiting for the signal to enter, Xander uncomfortably shifted his weight from one foot to another. The hallway leading up to the...well, he wasn’t certain what was on the other side. This was a part of the castle that he wasn’t normally allowed into. From what he had been told, he was fairly certain that beyond the door was a parlor of sorts – one which was currently filled with the Nobles of the surrounding lands. Xander’s eyelid twitched. He bowed his head slightly, pinching the bridge of his nose. Nohr was a cold, desolate place. The war, despite Father’s assurances, had done nothing to better the quality of life here. Crops failed more often than they succeeded; famine and drought were commonplace; natural resources were near impossible to find – it was only sheer determination that had allowed Nohr to preserve for this long...well, that and Father’s willingness to do anything to acquire necessary resources from neighboring territories...including turning his own son into a whore. Xander exhaled sharply through his nose, scrubbing a hand over his face.

He had long known that Father would gladly sell every member of his family if it meant a better chance of success. The only reason he hadn’t done so yet was because they still held some use for him. However, that didn’t mean he wasn’t willing to do something like this. When he was first given the command to ‘entertain the Nobles’, his thoughts hadn’t immediately conjured up this nightmare. It was only a few minutes ago, when he had been forcibly bent over a table, his pants pulled down around his ankles and thoroughly prepped with some awful smelling lube that made his insides feel hot that the realization of what he was about to endure occurred to him. His first instinct was to track Father down and demand he put a stop to this foolishness. He was the first Prince! Not a whore to be passed around by those below him! He was a knight whose place was on the back of a horse on the battlefield, cleaving enemies with one graceful swing of his sword, not pinned underneath some sweaty, grunting pig passing off as a Noble!

The disgust of that realization had nearly been enough to lead him to defiance, but a fear held his tongue in place. It was foolish to think that his protests would result in Father seeing the error of his ways. More likely...he could call his defiance treason, imprison him or worse, and make one of his younger siblings take his place. The thought of Leo or Elise, Camilla or Corrin being forced into this humiliation, this degradation made his stomach roll sickeningly. While he couldn’t stand knowing his honor, his pride would be tarnished like this, he would silently endure for the sake of his siblings. All he could hope was that this shameful display would be enough to convince the neighboring territories to aide them. Perhaps if they received a steady supply of the resources they desperately needed, this degrading act would finally stop.

Not that he was foolish enough to get his hopes up. Father was never satisfied. He could be presented with a golden egg and would demand the goose as well. Perhaps...a better hope would be that, if he performed well enough, this would keep Father’s wrathful gaze away from his siblings. Xander unconsciously straightened up, raising his chin a little high. Yes, that was what he needed to hold onto. This was for Nohr but, more important, it was for his beloved siblings. The thought of them being in this same position...it was enough to get him through this trial.

A bell chimed. The door in front of him popped open with a deafening click. Sucking in a deep breath, the muscles in his stomach tightening, Xander pulled the door further open and stepped inside. He found himself standing in the entryway of an interior garden. Gruesome, thorny plants grew up to the domed ceiling. There was no splash of colors; no dappling sunlight dotting the polished floor; no beauty, warmth or gentleness to be found anywhere. It was the same as the rest of Nohr – bleak, harsh and desolate. The sunlight pouring in from the large windows that stretched from floor to ceiling was stark, sterile. A strong stench of decay slammed into him the moment he stepped through the door, almost making him gag. Resisting the urge to cover his mouth, Xander quickly located Father and their most honored guests.

Sitting in a large alcove, gathered around a number of small tables that were topped with tea and cakes, chatting animatedly among themselves was the men and women he would be ‘entertaining’ for the day. Xander’s jaw clenched. His hands clenched into tight fists, blunt fingernails digging half-moon indents into his palms. Pulling in another deep breath, forcing his expression to relax into one of neutral indifference, he walked over to stand in front of them. Clasping his hands behind his back, he waited for Father to notice him. As he waited, he surveyed the group. What a venomous bunch of louts. Typical Nobles – dressed pompously in the most ridiculous displays of wealth. These wretches had never seen a battlefield. He doubted any of them even knew how to properly wield a sword, yet here they sat...basking in their own power, suffocating in the arid perfume they bathed in, eating the food that should be in the bellies of the starving, the poor.

These were the men whose revolting penises would sodomize him; these were the women whose foul-smelling vaginas would use him like a toy. Bile rose up his throat, nearly gagging him. Hot water wouldn’t be enough to scrub off their stench. Perhaps it would be better to bathe in the mud the kitchen hogs rolled around in. He would rather smell like a sty than have the horrendous stink of these putrid wastes clinging to him.

Father abruptly looked up, nearly making him jump. His heart dropped into his stomach. It wasn’t that he was expecting any sympathy or regret but the manical gleam of amusement dancing in Father’s dark eyes sent a cold shiver down his spine. Xander evently returned his gaze, unflinching, - the disgust and apprehension he was feeling showing nowhere in his expression. The Nobles ceased in their chattering, all of their eyes swinging around to stare at him with a hungriness that made him feel like a fat, juicy slab of meat being dangled in front of their faces. He resisted the urge to shudder, his stomach lurching sickeningly. Suddenly, he wished that he had been allowed to undress before he came here. Having to strip or, worse, these pigs undressing him, would be far more degrading than walking out in front of them, fully exposed.

“Ah, there you are.” Father said gruffly, “Right on time. Good. I assume the preparations are complete?”

“Yes sir.” Xander replied calmly as his jaw tightened.

“Good. Then.”

Straightening up in his seat, Father glanced to the left – somewhere out of Xander’s field of vision – then clapped his hands. Three times, each loud clap echoing throughout the otherwise silent garden. There was a brief moment of stillness then a crackle of magical energy, followed by a sharp, bright light beaming around his feet. Xander jumped back, his hand automatically going to where his sword would’ve been. He looked down to find the source of the light. Etched into the floor were five sigils – one at each of the cardinal points, and a fifth that was in the center. They were glowing a stark yellow that made his eyes ache. Disturbed, as nothing in the briefing included something like this, Xander looked up to Father but there was no explanation in his grey, wrinkled face. Only the wide grin of a lunatic. Before Xander could demand he be told what was going on, a barrier abruptly erected around him. He had only enough time to register that the intention wasn’t to trap him – it was far too big for that – before the sigil began to shine once more.

There was a bright flash of light. Xander raised an arm to shield his eyes. A different but still as equally gag-inducing stench filled the air. Even before his vision had adjusted, he knew what had happened. He had been unfortunate enough to smell that stink before. Mouth twisted into a grimace, he let his arm fall away to reveal he had been right. Standing before him, shuffling and shifting their massive bodies, groaning in those guttural tones, were seven Facless. The monsters’ chains rattled in the silent garden. Taking a step back, his brows lowered and the corners of his lips drawn down, Xander turned back to Father and the Nobles. Father was still grinning that demonic smile. The Nobles were riled up, glancing at one another, whispering excitedly to one another. All eyes were glued on him. He could feel the anticipation in the air. Aside from their usual shifting, the Faceless weren’t moving. Due to the heavy metal masks covering their faces, it was impossible to tell where they were looking but he could feel their eyes on him. It felt as though everyone, including the monsters, were waiting for a signal.

“What is this?” Xander demanded warily, “What is the meaning of this?”

There was no answer, only a chorus of cackling giggles. Father’s grin grew even wider. That maniacal spark in his dark eyes grew even more crazed. The Nobles turned to each other, guffawing and talking quietly behind their heads. More confused than alarmed, wondering if he had misunderstood everything and instead of being forced to sexually pleasure these disgusting Nobles, he was being made to fight these monsters barehanded. Xander turned back to the beasts, sighing sharply. It didn’t make any sense that the servant had been so thorough preparing him down there, but he had learned a long time ago not to question Father’s logic. He quickly surveyed the Faceless. Taking them down would be difficult without his sword. Hardly impossible, though. He just needed to find the best way to-.

“Begin!” Father’s gleeful voice rang out.

He barely had time to react. One of the Faceless, the biggest of the crew, lunged forward, one massive hand lashing out towards him. Xander jumped away. His back slammed against the barrier. The moment he made contact, a wave of burning pain rushed through his body. Gritting his teeth, just barely biting back a cry, Xander tried to dodge when the Faceless made another grab at him but couldn’t move out of the way quickly enough. The brute’s fingers caught the front of his shirt. It wrenched its arm back, ripping off a large swath of fabric, leaving his chest and stomach completely exposed. Grunting, Xander made to drop low, aiming to swipe the beast’s legs out from underneath him. Before he could make his move that might’ve shifted the fight in his favor, the same Faceless jumped forward with a grace and speed that he hadn’t ever seen from these beasts before. Its bulky fingers grabbed hold of his thigh. For a split second, he thought for certain that he was about to lose a leg but, to his shock, the Faceless yanked backwards, easily wrenching him up off the floor and suspending him upside down.

“Let go of me, you brute!” Xander roared, rearing his other leg back to give the monster a hard kick to the midsection. It was a fruitless motion – the Faceless simply grabbed hold of his other leg. Gaze flickering about, searching for an opening that would get him out of this mess, Xander was too distracted by his own racing thoughts to notice another one of the beast’s hand going for his trousers. It only became apparent when those thick fingers curled around the seat of his pants. A startled yelp rippled out of him when it yanked backwards, practically ripping his trousers straight off, leaving him almost completely exposed, wearing nothing but tatters. Before he had time to register what was going on, the Faceless holding him several inches off the floor abruptly spread his legs apart.

Xander let out a pathetic yelp, his hands flying up to cover his crotch. There came a chorus of hoots and laughs from the watching Nobles. Flushing brightly, distantly wondering if the ‘entertainment’ was really him being humiliated by these beasts, Xander tried to wriggle free. Useless – the monster wasn’t holding onto him tightly but he was at a severe disadvantage in this position. He simply didn’t have enough leverage! If he just swung up enough to yank the Faceless’s grip free, he would be able to-!

One of the Faceless’s broad fingers brushed against his drenched, lubed hole. Jolting in alarm, Xander reacted on instinct, swinging himself up to make a grab at the bastard’s arms. As his fingers were curling around that stupidly thick wrist, the one holding his legs bent down. Eyes widening, Xander watched, mute with horror, as a disgustingly thick, grey tongue slipped from underneath its helmet. The Faceless dipped down further and pressed that horrendous limb to his hole. It was warm, almost unbearably so. To his dismay, a burst of pleasure radiated up his spine, slamming into his mind with enough strength to leave him reeling. What blood wasn’t pooling into his head ended up in his cock, causing it to engorge and harden, raising up from a nest of blond pubic hair. Gasping sharply, feverish heat pouring into his face, Xander struggled anew, no longer concerned with appearing dignified or proud. The only thing he wanted right then was to get as far away from this situation as possible. Why this was happening didn’t even matter. He just wanted out!

All he needed was a little of his usual strength! If he could scrounge that up, he would be able to easily break free! So why...why was his body so weak all of the sudden?! What...what was this revolting pleasure?! Why did the beast’s tongue rubbing against him feel so good?! He might not have been intimate with anyone in a while but that was no excuse for his body to be reacting like this?! How could he be getting so hot and hard Gritting his teeth together, Xander pushed back against the heat boiling in his belly. There was no way he would let these monsters get the better of him! If only he could-! Letting out a loud, rumbling growl, the Faceless pressed the tip of that disgusting tongue to his hole then roughly shoved it inside. Xander’s eyes bulged. His cock twitched. A spurt of precum splattered onto the smooth, polished floor.

In...inside...the beast’s tongue...was inside him-! He could feel it wriggling around inside him! Rubbing and squirming against the interior walls of his ass! This should be repugnant, horrifying so why...why in the name of the Gods’ did it feel so good?! Pleasure radiated through his body, heating up every inch of him until it felt like he was burning with a terrible fever. What was this?! What was wrong with him?! That lube...there had to be something in that lube! That could be the only reason behind why his body was betraying him like this! The beast pushed its tongue in even deeper, grinding against the underside of his belly. Letting out an undignified, pitiful yelp, Xander twisted in its hold. Cold terror pulsed in the center of her chest, pushing back against the heat boiling away inside of him. Xander scrambled to grab hold of it – anything to give him some kind of control over what these freaks were doing to him.

As the monster’s tongue slithered deeper into him, the other Faceless closed in. Xander jerked and gasped when large, hot hands smoothed over his thighs, back and stomach. Even hotter tongues, slimy with saliva, glided over his skin, leaving trails of wet that tingled in the cool air. Grinding his teeth together, panting heavily, Xander did what he could to push them away but his strength was fading by the moment. The more these abhorrent creatures touched him, the more the heat, the fire grew until it felt like he was only breaths away from being consumed. One of the beast’s thick fingers lightly brushed against his cock, sending a jolt of erratic pleasure coursing through him. Gasping sharply, his hips bucking uncontrollably, Xander managed to catch hold of its wrist. Not that it did him any good – there was no strength left in his arms. It felt like he wouldn’t even be able to lift a fork, let alone his sword.

“Damned beasts!” He ground out through clenched teeth. Gods, why did it have to feel so good?! The Faceless’s tongue swirled around inside him, coating the inside of his ass with a heavy layer of saliva. He felt so wet and slippery down there – it was disgusting but the sensation was turning him on even more-!

“Enough with the foreplay.” A gleeful voice cried out. One of the Nobles, no doubt. Xander twisted around just enough to look over at them. He immediately wished he hadn’t. A sea of flushed faces, wearing diabolical expressions of excitement and amusement, gawked hungrily at him. Father was leaning forward in his chair, hands on his knees. To Xander’s horror, he was sporting an obvious erection. A couple of the men and several of the women had their hands down their pants, playing with themselves as they watched him. Xander’s stomach lurched sickeningly. He had eaten anything since yesterday but it felt like he was about to puke up whatever was in there. This...this was what he had been brought here for, huh? He had misunderstood when he was told that he was here to entertain them. While that was true...it wasn’t in the sense he was thinking. This was their entertainment...being raped by these beasts.

“Get on with it!” Father cried gleefully, waving one hand impatiently.

There came cries of agreement from the Nobles, who were shifting in their seats with anxious anticipation. Whoever was controlling the damned beasts was quick to respond. A loud snap came from somewhere nearby, though Xander couldn’t see who or what it came from. Suddenly, two large, powerful hands grabbed him by the hips. The Faceless released his legs. In a quick motion that made his head spin, he was turned upright and spun around so his back was to the monster holding him. Snarling with all the strength he had left, relieved now that the brute’s tongue was gone from his slick, twitching hole (and even more disturbed by how the pleasure continued to cling to him), Xander aimed a kick for the beast’s midsection. It landed...but had no effect. The Faceless hardly seemed to notice it. Growling loudly, its head slightly cocked as though there was some kind of thought happening behind its metal mask, it drew Xander down until something big, hot, hard and wet bumped against his bare ass.

A violent shudder wracked his body. Every muscle in his body tensed up. That...that was-! Gritting his teeth together, his eyes stretched open wide in horror, Xander had just enough time to twist around, an exclamation of venomous protest on the tip of his tongue before the monster, with no sign or hint of gentleness, slammed him down, impaling him on a massive rod of heat and steel. Xander’s eyes bulged out of their sockets. The chords in his neck stood out prominently. A loud, strangled whine erupted out of his throat, dampened by his clenched teeth. He came with a violent shudder, a wave of shameful, horrifyingly intense pleasure smashing into him with enough force to make him momentarily forget that he wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this.

Big-! The beast’s cock was so big-! Too big-! His stomach-! It was crushing his stomach-! It felt like all his internal organs were being rearranged, forced out of place to accommodate the monster’s massive girth! For some reason, his foggy mind had expected the thing’s penis to be icy cold but it was the exact opposite – burning hot, nearly scalding him. Thick, heavy veins scraped against his insides. Every time the monster’s cock twitched, grinding against him, it sent a burst of screaming pleasure coursing through him. Clenching his teeth tightly together, experiencing a terror he hadn’t felt in years, Xander struggled to catch his breath. It...it hadn’t even moved yet but it was already feeling so good...he felt like he might go insane! The beast was holding steady, keeping its massive penis buried deep inside him.

Forcing himself to push the stagnant air in his lungs, Xander dropped his head, hoping that a moment of introspective and prayer could give him the focus he needed to get through this. It proved to be an unfortunate mistake – taking one look at himself destroyed what little control he had over the panic. Xander’s eyes widened further. A shriek of mortified horror pierced through him. His body...the beast’s penis was so big...it was deforming his body! His stomach bulged out grotesquely, swelling to a large, rounded shape. He could almost see the outline of the beast’s cock through him. Despite everything, the pleasure refused to wane. For some despicable reason, the sight of his body being malformed by this beast stimulated something inside of him that he was too terrified to recognize. He had already cum once but...without even the Faceless moving, he was already on the verge of his second orgasm. This...was this just the lube? It hadn’t been feeling anything until these stupid, damned things started messing with him!

Something...something was wrong with him...his head...his head felt so strange!

“Out.” Xander whispered, his voice barely audible. In the face of everything happening, his pride and self-respect were put second to the panic. The volume of his voice began to raise until he was shouting at the top of his lungs, “Out! Out! Get out of me! Take it out! Take it-!”

A chorus of deranged laughter erupted from the Nobles. Some called out something – Xander couldn’t make it out through the roaring of blood in his ears. Another one of the Faceless stepped forward. It reached up with one massive hand to grab hold of his hair, wrenching him down. He made the mistake of opening his mouth to yelp in shock. Before he had time to close it, the beast forced him down to his cock, shoved the bulbous head between his lips. His first instinct was to bite as hard as he could. He wasn’t given the chance. Just as the thought was crossing his mind, the beast behind him began to brutally slam him up and down, repeatedly impaling him on its immense cock. A brilliant burst of scalding, tingling, overwhelming pleasure crashed through him, quickly taking possession of his body. His eyes rolled back in his head. The muscles in his back, legs and stomach tensed up. The beast had only thrust hard into him a couple times before he was cumming again, adding another load of white to the previously spotless floor.

Sweat drenched his brow and upper lip, rolling down his brightly flushed cheeks in fat droplets. His usually perfectly coifed hair flew around wildly. As the Faceless behind him carved it's into his backside, the one in front of him settled a hand on the back of his head. It cruelly slammed him down, forcing its cock into his mouth. He had barely gotten past the fist-like head when it slipped past the back of his mouth to sink deep into his throat. Xander squealed loudly, the sound muffled. The beast pushed him down further and further until his nose was buried in a thick mass of unruly black pubic hair. Thick veins rubbed against the burning interior of his throat. Precum dribbled down into his stomach. His lungs began to loudly protest the lack of oxygen. Xander’s cock twitched violently. A powerful shudder visibly wracked his body as he came again.

Hanging limply between the two beasts, eyes rolled back in his head, Xander dizzily wondered...if it hurt...was there any discomfort that he couldn’t feel over this devastating pleasure? His throat...his ass...both were being violated by these disgusting creatures but he...he felt so incredibly good! Stuffed from both ends, filled up to almost his breaking point, pounded into as though he was nothing more than a hole meant to get these monsters off...a breeding sow...no, he didn’t even have that kind of importance...he wasn’t even an incubator. He was a toilet for these things! Meant for nothing more than for them to empty their heavy balls out into him – not to impregnate but to relieve themselves! A growling rumble came from somewhere above him. Thick, calloused fingers curled tight into his hair. Just like the beast behind him, the one violating his throat began to slam into him with enough force to make it feel as though he was being split straight down the middle.

This...this horrific act...this vile degradation...this despicable violation...why...why did something like that have to feel so good?! Why did he have to want even more of it?! These disgusting cocks violating him...he hated them-! He hated these beasts-! He hated Father-! These deplorable Nobles-! Tears rolled down his scalding cheeks. Shame tore through his body like wildfire, nipped at the heels by an increasing roar of panic. This...as much as his foggy mind wanted to believe that it was just the lube that was causing him to react this way...there remained the simple fact that he had long built up an immunity to most intoxicating substances. It shouldn’t be affecting him like this, yet here he was...moaning like a bitch in heat, being eaten from the inside out by a sordid desire to be taken even harder, pounded into even more harshly...stuffed until his belly threatened to burst!

Wrong...wrong, wrong-! This was wrong-! He shouldn’t be enjoying this-! He shouldn’t be getting this much pleasure from being used as a cocksleeve-! It felt so good-! It felt so incredibly good-! Drool streamed down his throat. There was a wild thrum of heat in the pit of his belly, sending out shockwaves of ecstasy that threatened to undo him. The pace of the Faceless’s thrusts ramped up even further. Xander wailed and squealed around the thick length pummeling down into his throat. Bad...bad, bad-! This was bad-! His head...his head felt so strange-! His brain felt like it was melting! He couldn’t take much more of this crazed pleasure! Any more and he...he would-! Xander squeezed his eyes tightly closed. He slammed his hand against the steel wall of flesh in front of him. The beast was burning hot. He could hear how heavily it was breathing. In the distance, the sound of the Nobles panting and cackling occasionally broke through the blood roaring in his ears.

Stop! He screamed inside his head, Stop-! Stop-! No more-! If they kept going, he was going to break-! They were going to break him-! He was gonna-!

The Faceless behind him abruptly grabbed hold of his hips and slammed him backwards, smooshing his ass against its pubic bone, shoving its cock in so deeply, he could feel the head grinding against his stomach. The beast’s pace rapidly sped up even faster, slamming into him at a cruel, relentless pace. Not to be outdone, the Faceless violating his throat matched its pace, brutally fucking him. Both of their lengths swelled even bigger, stretching him open beyond his breaking limit. Xander’s eyes flew open. A shriek erupted out of his chest. With all the strength he had left in his body, he curled his hand into a tight fist and swung back to slam it against the beast’s side. He might as well have blown on the damned bastard. A howl of panic tore through him. Inside his head, piercing through the dense fog hanging over his mind, came a shrieking squeal of ‘not inside-! Not inside-! Don’t cum inside-! Don’t cum inside me-!’.

But even if he had been able to scream out those demands, it wouldn’t have made any difference. At the same time, both Faceless let out an ear-splitting roar. They rammed forward, completely sheathing their cocks inside him. A torrent of scalding hot, thick fluid burst out of the bulbous heads, pouring into him as a mighty geyser of semen. Eyes rolling back in his head, his entire body violently shudder, Xander came once more with a gurgling wail. The flood of heat swam down his throat. The beast’s cock was buried so deep inside him that he couldn’t taste it; didn’t even have to swallow. Too much-! Too much-! His stomach-! He could feel his stomach swelling from how much cum was being pumped into him! It...it felt so incredibly...good-! Too good-! He couldn’t-! He couldn’t-!

Just as the last drips of cum were being squeezed out of the beasts’ cocks, they stepped back, slipping their lengths out of him. He would’ve gone tumbling to the floor if another one of the monsters hadn’t stepped forward and caught him. Gasping raggedly, his head spinning, Xander found himself being lifted up, spun around in midair so he was facing the haggle of Nobles, all of whom were red faced and panted (not one of them didn’t have their hand down their pants, openly masturbating). He barely registered them. His back landed against a powerful, beefy chest. Muscular arms slipped underneath his legs, spreading them open to expose his still rock-hard penis, his bulging, cum engorged stomach and his sloppy, dribbling hole. The Nobles didn’t have a prime view for long. The Faceless’s massive, throbbing cock pushed up between his legs, grinding eagerly against his drenched hole.

Wet gasps poured out of his mouth. Sweaty hair hung in front of his face. Staring down at the intense shaft of meat, Xander whimpered needily. More...more, more, more-! He wanted even more-! He felt so empty-! He wanted more cocks-! He wanted to be stuffed full of even more-! Belching out a terrible groaning roar, the Faceless wrenched him up even further, bringing the bulbous head of its cock to his hole. It slammed him down at the same time it was shoving its hips forward, completely impaling him on its immense cock. Throwing his head back, Xander managed to get out a screeching wail of glee before a torrent of thick cum came gushing out of his mouth. Pleasure raced through him, setting every nerve ending inside him alight with an ecstasy that was all encompassing, overwhelming. Mouth twisted into a crazed grin of wild delight, Xander babbled incoherently, only managing to get out snippets of pleas for more, harder as the beast rapidly bounced him on its cock.

Far too soon, the Faceless buried inside him came, pumping even more thick jizz into his already stuffed full belly. His stomach swelled even bigger, becoming even heavier. With nothing obstructing his mouth, it spilled out in heavy spurts from his mouth. There wasn’t a moment of rest to be had – not that Xander wanted any. He didn’t have so much as a second to voice his disappointment. As soon as the Faceless was done, another one jumped forward. Xander was practically wrenched off the beast’s still rigid cock and slammed down onto another. Howling at the top of his lungs, his engorged stomach bouncing from the sheer force of the Faceless thrusts, Xander came again and again, adding his own mess to the thick layer of jizz coating his sweaty skin. The Nobles, his Father, siblings, homeland...the war, everything was a forgotten memory. His resistance, his disgust and shame didn’t so much as have a definition in his broken, pleasure addled mind.

“More-! More-!” He choked around the steady stream of cum pouring out of his mouth, “More-! Fuck me-! Fuck me-! Cocks-! I want more cocks-!”

There came a booming laugh from somewhere nearby, followed by Father’s voice ringing out, “The boy broke sooner than I thought! What a pathetic slut. I told you...this is the only thing he’s good for. He tried so hard to play the part of knight, of warrior but this...”

Xander’s vision flickered wildly but he managed to just barely focus on Father as he rose from his chair and swaggered over, passing through the barrier to stand in front of him. Grinning widely, a bright gleam of crazed lust burning in his dark eyes, Father reached up with a heavily gauntleted hand to press down lightly on his engorged belly before smoothing down to wrap tightly around his throbbing, soaking wet cock. Xander choked out a strangled scream, his hips bucking jerkily. A bright burst of fresh pleasure rolled up his spine. He clumsily thrust up into the ring of Father’s fingers, panting needily. Father’s hand-! It felt so good-! His penis felt so good-! More-! He wanted Father to touch him even more-! Within a couple of thrusts, he was cumming, splattering Father’s gauntlet with a load of white. Letting out a booming laugh, Father addressed the Nobles, not taking his eyes off Xander.

“This is all he’s good for. Not holding a sword, not wielding any power but crushed underneath those stronger than him, used and abused like the slut, the whore he is. He’s tried so hard to be the dutiful son but he’s pathetic, worthless...” Father’s grin grew even wider, “I’ll find much better use in him as a toy than a son.”

Rubbing his thumb against the slit of Xander’s cock, pulling another yelp out of him, Father cooed, “That’s what you want, isn’t it, my boy?”

“Yes-!” Xander squealed gleefully, brimming with a pride he had never experienced before, “Please-! Please-!”

Laughing loudly, Father took a step back, turned sharply on his heel and walked back to his seat. As he was sitting down, he waved to someone out of Xander’s field of vision. With a loud pop, the Faceless vanished, leaving Xander to tumble to the ground. He landed on his back with a whimpering wail, already missing the thick cock that had just been inside of him. Panting harshly, his vision swimming with tears, he pushed up onto his elbow and looked over to Father. All the breath rushed out of his lungs in a harsh, wheezing gasp. Drool flooded into his mouth.

Cocking his head, grinning widely, Father asked in a low rumble, vaguely indicating at his fat, thick cock, standing straight up from a thick patch of white pubic hair, “Well, are you just going to sit there or are you going to perform your duty?”

“Y-Yes...sir...” Xander gasped.

Clumsily getting onto his hands and knees, Xander crawled over to kneel in front of Father. Without a moment of hesitation, he stretched his mouth open wide to take his length inside. Clamping his lips around him, he sunk all the way down to the base, squealing happily as the smooth skin of Father’s cock slid across his tongue. Good...Father tasted so good-! So salty and masculine-! Rubbing his tongue against the underside, Xander began to rapidly bob up and down, sucking as hard as he could. A pleased groan rained down on the top of his head, sending a shriek of intense delight coursing down his spine. Lifting his head slightly, Xander peered up at Father’s face. There was a slight hint of red in his pale, sunken cheeks. The fire burning in his eyes had become even more intense, almost burning him with just one look. His cock twitched constantly against his tongue. Precum poured out of the slit.

Somehow managing to grin even wider, Father gently petted his head, “Such a good boy. Taking my cock so deep without any complaints. It makes you happy, doesn’t it, Xander? Being able to service me like this.”

Xander moaned loudly to show how happy it made him. The only thing that would make him even happier would be to have this thick length buried deep inside his ass but he knew that would be coming soon. After all, he was Father’s pet, his toy so of course, he needed to use all of his talents to make him feel as good as possible. Poor Father...he was always under so much pressure to do the best for Nohr...it was his responsibility to make sure that he alleviated some of that stress. As long as he could do that, no matter what he had to do, he would be happy. That was the duty, the purpose of a pet and he would work his hardest to fulfill it.