The author narrates.
When the Executioner saw Vikram applying lubricant, something sticky, to his nether regions, he carefully but firmly grabbed his hand and, with his other hand, snatched the bottle away.
Vikram: Hey, that—
He didn't have time to speak, much less react to what had just happened. The Executioner threw himself onto the bed next to Vikram; they were both in the middle of it, and Vikram didn't know how to process it. His instinct screamed, "Danger."
Vikram said nothing, he just watched as the big man stared at him from above, his legs slightly apart to give the smaller man space between them.
The bigger man grabbed the lubricant and poured it into his dominant hand, applying it clumsily, since he'd seen the human do it lower down. He didn't know much about "lubricant." He set the bottle aside. He sat up a little, looking at the human's body; he had a very satisfying view.
With his left hand, he caressed Vikram's waist, then traced his body a little. Exploring with his eyes, with his hand.
When his hand was fully lubricated, he guided it to the human's entrance, and then began to insert a finger.
When Vikram felt that, he squirmed, arching his back slightly. A strange sensation coursed through his body. He'd never had to use that lubricant for his own benefit. He kept it in his backpack, just for when women needed a quick, painless entry.
And today, it's the other way around.
Vikram: Wait... I don't think I'm... ready for this —he said nervously, gripping the Executioner's large hand—...it hurts...
He glanced at the big man's massive body, like someone taking a quick, unintentional look. The Executioner's cock was still throbbing, seeking the pleasure the human didn't want to feel. The ritual had to be accepted. It had to continue.
Vikram closed his eyes and turned his head away, his breathing becoming more rapid. He didn't want the Executioner to do this.
The Executioner said nothing. In this moment, he was in control.
So, without thinking, he continued, and when the human felt and saw that the Executioner wasn't stopping his hand, he began to plead.
Vikram: Please don't...
He felt the tip of the big man's finger enter his entrance, but it stopped because the human begged him to.
Vikram: Oh~ fuck...
For a moment he was very surprised at himself, since it was the first time he'd ever let out a moan. He could feel pleasure and moan when he was fucking a girl. But in that act, everything changed for him. He no longer seemed to be in control, he didn't even bother trying to hit the Executioner, because if he did, his instinct told him he'd be dead by the time he did.
"Damn... Why did I let out a moan?" he thought, embarrassed.
Vikram: Hey man... Wait a minute, please...
The Executioner neither nodded nor refused, he didn't move his head. He looked down and saw how his member was still waiting to feel that pleasure that hadn't yet arrived.
So without thinking, he inserted two fingers into Vikram's entrance. Carefully, but firmly.
Vikram let out a cry when he felt those fingers inside him. He quickly took off his cap and put it in his mouth, biting it.
Vikram: Damn~ —he said through gritted teeth.
The pain was very intense; it was the first time anything had been inserted into his area.
The Executioner didn't move his fingers; he had stopped when they couldn't go any further.
Vikram: I told you... Not to do that...
Vikram was still trying to endure that new pain. A rather unpleasant experience for him.
Vikram: You had to be a son of a bitch! "—" he shouted in annoyance, staring at the Executioner's pyramidal head.
The Executioner remained still for a moment, looking the human in the eyes.
Then he lowered his head again, leaned forward slightly, and finally placed his free hand on the mattress for support.
And immediately afterward, he began to repeatedly thrust his fingers in and out. Not hastily, but firmly.
Vikram let out a loud scream, but immediately covered his mouth, not wanting to hear himself "moan" if it happened again.
He covered his mouth tighter as the Executioner increased the speed with his large fingers.
It was then that Vikram could no longer endure it. A new sensation had surfaced from some corner of his mind.
His mind had betrayed him.
Vikram: Ah~... Ah~
He pressed his mouth shut, trying to stifle his almost hoarse moans. His member remained dormant, as he wasn't processing anything and felt no need to get aroused; there was no lustful urge. Only pain.
The Executioner increased the intensity, wanting the human to at least feel pleasure, to reach climax. However, it wasn't working.
So, after a few minutes, the Executioner stopped, and Vikram turned over, lying on his side. His breathing was ragged, and his body trembled slightly.
Vikram: Ow... That was very... unpleasant... Ah...~
He closed his eyes, trying to normalize the pain, to make it something mild. He felt his lower part throbbing.
The Executioner tilted his head to the side of his shoulders, observing the human who was breathing harder.
She looked at Vikram's member again and apparently he still didn't have an erection.
I had thought about whether I could masturbate him, but I didn't want to go beyond that limit, Vikram would have to do that on his own, when he felt pleasure and climax. Make him feel accepted on his own and thus be able to do it with him.
The Executioner grabbed the human's legs and placed them on top of him. Vikram's legs wrapped around the Executioner's waist.
Vikram: "Are you going to... move on to the next stage?" he stammered nervously.
The Executioner nodded slowly. He gripped his member firmly. It still had the saliva that had been beneath Vikram. It was still throbbing. It was still waiting.
Consequently, he placed the tip of his member at Vikram's entrance, not inserting it, just wanting to see how the human would react.
Vikram: "Oh~ Fuck... Bastard, why didn't I come up with a better curse?"
He gripped the sheets tightly. What was coming next could be something horrible and surely unpleasant for him. The cap that was now lying beside the bed wouldn't save him from the sounds he would soon release.
The Executioner raised his arms. He was showing off his biceps and abs; he wanted Vikram to at least enjoy his "show."
Vikram: Saaape... What are you doing, dude?
He received no answer. Only silence.
Vikram clicked his tongue. He hated when people didn't talk; an atmosphere without conversation was incredibly boring to him. And he didn't like the show the Executioner was putting on. Rather, Vikram liked doing that with girls.
The Executioner lowered his arms and then placed his hands on Vikram's waist. Without warning, the older man moved his hands to other parts of his body, exploring him carefully.
Vikram shuddered with each touch in places unexplored by men. The other bad thing was that every time the Executioner moved, his member slowly slid inside him.
Vikram: Could you stop moving?! —he said angrily, arching his back and looking at the Executioner above him.
Immediately, the Executioner froze at the command.
Vikram: If you keep moving, your dick... will... —he thought carefully about what he was going to say. It was so difficult, but he mustered the courage to say it— will keep... going in.
They remained silent for a few seconds, and unexpectedly, something terrible happened to Vikram.
The Executioner bent down and placed his elbow next to Vikram again. Then, he began to insert his member into Vikram, watching him shudder with every inch.
Vikram screamed when he did that; excruciating pain filled the air.
The sounds in the room echoed, and the silence of the building was broken only by Vikram's screams.
After the Executioner was fully inside, he began to thrust, with slow movements. He didn't even give Vikram time to adjust.
Vikram's moans were loud; he could no longer hold them back. Even though he covered his mouth, the moans escaped.
Vikram: Ah~! Ah~!... Mierda.....!
The pain was so intense that he even ended up saying a phrase in Spanish.
Every sound Vikram made was a great melody to the Executioner. It excited him even more.
He lifted Vikram's body and then lay down, so that Vikram was on top of him.
It was then that the Executioner stopped and lowered his hands to the human's waist.
Vikram sat up and observed the large figure standing there, looking in his direction, his hands down.
Vikram: What?
Vikram didn't take long to realize what the creature wanted, so he crossed his arms right there and turned his head away. He could feel that member going deeper inside him, feeling his stomach churn and fill, since he wasn't used to receiving that kind of "food." With his legs, he tried to stay upright, on his knees.
As a result of the human's resistance, the Executioner gave a small jump, a skin-smacking sound, which caused Vikram to cry out for a moment, as the man's member thrust deeper inside him.
Vikram fell on top of the Executioner, feeling his body, his chest, closer. His heartbeat was different, very different from Vikram's. There, Vikram could clearly hear the Executioner's breathing.
Vikram: Damn it... Can't you see that hurt a lot!
He moved away again from that body that radiated heat.
He received no complaint or anything from him.
When Vikram saw the big man reach for the small man's waist, Vikram immediately intervened, grabbing both hands, as he knew exactly what would happen next.
Vikram: Hey, hey! I... I'll do it... there's no need to force it.
The Executioner nodded and again placed his hands on the bed, this time behind his head, like a pillow.
Vikram sighed in frustration and then jumped slightly. The pain returned instantly; he writhed as he felt the member tear through him and explore beyond his entrance. He lay back down on the Executioner's chest, unable to fight another jump; the pain made it impossible.
"How can girls endure such pain?" he thought, pained.
It must have been that the girls were already used to having a cock inside them, but except for Vikram, Vikram had never felt a cock inside him. It was very unpleasant, and the pain was horrible. Besides, that cock was very big; he didn't know if he could endure any more pain.
He had remembered Bi's words. If he didn't fulfill what he was doing, they would take his soul.
"I've come so far... I can't give up halfway. Hang in there, you bastard!" he thought, determined.
And there, the Executioner was surprised. Vikram sat up on top of that cock and began to ride it.
It hurt.
Yes, it hurt like hell. He shuddered in pain, but sooner or later he thought that would pass, that the pain would eventually go away.
However, the pain never stopped; it remained.
He moaned loudly; he wasn't used to that.
After a while of bouncing on the Executioner's cock, he fell back onto the older man's chest, breathing heavily. He gave up.
"I don't understand... I still don't see the point of this shit. How could girls like a dick?" he thought, annoyed, as his breathing became shallower.
Vikram: No... I can't... keep jumping, dude~ —between gasps, he managed to say what he was thinking.
The Executioner understood the pain Vikram might be feeling. But he couldn't stop; they had to finish their part if Vikram wanted to leave.
So Pyramid Head raised his legs and wrapped his arms around Vikram—in case he tried to back away and leave—before beginning to thrust.
Vikram: What! Wait! AH~! AH~!
He gasped loudly in pain.
Pyramid Head couldn't stop; he had to continue the ritual. Finish what he had started to complete what Vikram had to do.
He penetrated him forcefully, enough to make Vikram scream. And blood began to flow from his member, covering half of it, while the rest dripped down his groin.
Vikram: IT HURTS!... STOP! "STOP! AAAAAHHHH!" he screamed, but it was no use.
The big man ignored his cries and continued thrusting harder.
Then tears began to stream from Vikram's eyes. He wanted it to end quickly. He wanted the pain to go away. He wanted to leave.
Unexpectedly, he couldn't believe it, when... a jolt of pleasure shot down his spine, making him gasp and arch against the Executioner.
Now Vikram could feel the big man's warm, pale body pressed against his. It wasn't the best experience he was having. He didn't want to adapt to it. He just wanted it to end quickly.
Then, without warning, Vikram felt something grab his member. He looked up at the Executioner and saw a tongue, several inches long, extending from that pyramidal head.
"Is that his tongue?!" he thought, surprised.
And then he felt something encircle his member, under his gaze, as the Executioner continued thrusting. It turned out that what was encircling him was Pyramid Head's tongue.
Vikram: What... Damn...~ AH!~
His moans grew louder with each thrust from the Executioner.
The Executioner began to masturbate Vikram's cock, and there, he finally began to get an erection.
"What's happening? Why did I let myself go so far? Just from masturbating..."
When he reached his peak, the Executioner felt that Vikram's member was large, at least 20cm.
He began to slowly masturbate him, while Vikram arched his back further.
Vikram: Stop... Ah~.. it feels.. weird~
He begged, but the Executioner didn't stop.
The tears flowed, and despite the pain, Vikram somehow ended up embracing the Executioner. Since the pain wouldn't end, he had no choice but to cling to him even tighter.
Pyramid Head continued to caress the little man's cock, savoring the pre-seminal fluid that leaked from it.
He increased the movements with his tongue as he masturbated him, applying the same rhythm to his thrusts. Penetrating deeper and harder into the man on top of him.
After trying to figure out what was happening, pleasure finally appeared in Vikram, flooding his body.
"Why do I feel pleasure?" "I should be fighting to stay normal and not feel this... Shit."
All those thoughts vanished when the Executioner thrust into him again.
Vikram felt a heat begin to grow in his groin before he cried out in pleasure.
Vikram: AH...~! AH~! Hmmm...!
He could hear the Executioner moan at the act; it was loud, but he heard him.
He was enjoying it.
Vikram's entrance tightened, squeezing the Executioner's large cock even more tightly.
After a few more minutes, the Executioner withdrew his member from Vikram's entrance, and Vikram cried out when he did. The younger man felt so relieved and free to have it out of him.
The pleasure disappeared, and all that remained was excruciating pain.
Vikram lay on his side to try to ease the pain, but it was even worse. He writhed so much, his breathing ragged and labored.
The boy felt his own blood draining from him.
"Finally... It's over..." he thought, a mixture of joy and pain in his mind.
But his body didn't rest for long.
The Executioner grabbed one of the human's legs and lifted it.
When Vikram felt that hand lift his leg, he knew that what was coming wouldn't be good. He struggled, trying to get away somehow, but his body ached; he didn't have the strength he had at the beginning.
Pyramid Head lifted the human's leg as high as he could to get closer to the body, but the boy felt an even more intense pain, as if he were about to be broken at any moment.
Spreading his legs, he positioned himself between them. And with a cry that escaped Vikram, he thrust into him forcefully, in one swift motion.
The blood coating his cock like a second layer, and the blood spurting from Vikram, was enough to move with more force, with more ease. He moaned with ecstasy as he pounded into that tight ass.
Vikram closed his eyes tightly, clutching the damp sheets, which, with time standing still, felt dry. He bit down hard.
Vikram again tried to stifle his moans, gasps, and the cries that escaped him, but it was nearly impossible.
With another, even stronger thrust, Vikram's eyes snapped open, and he screamed louder.
He moaned again as he felt the pleasure return, along with the pain that reigned supreme at his entrance. In his body.
At that moment, everything had changed. His thoughts. His body. What he felt. Vikram finally let himself go completely. Behind him, the Executioner thrust into him forcefully. He looked at him, and the Executioner reached out to caress him.
Then, Vikram lay there, heavy, the Executioner caressing his cheek and hair. The most intense pain and the most horrible and... pleasurable pleasure.
Vikram carefully closed his eyes and clung to the big man's hand.
He no longer cared if Pyramid Head was fucking him harder, or if he was an entity of this world. Let him fuck him in the most horrible way possible.
"This... It... Umm... Somehow... It feels good," Vikram thought.
Pyramid Head continued caressing Vikram's cheek. He finally got Vikram to reciprocate his advances. He no longer screamed, only gasped and moaned loudly on the bed, with his cock inside him.
The big man turned Vikram's body over, placing him face down, and then leaned forward.
He lowered himself slowly until his weight was on top of the smaller man. Vikram could barely breathe, but he could hear the Executioner's breathing very clearly.
Vikram: This... Ah~!... It feels... good...
He gasped weakly.
The Executioner lifted the front part of his body so that Vikram could breathe normally.
And his cock began to pump harder inside the smaller man, reaching a near climax.
He stuck out his tongue again and guided it to Vikram's mouth.
At first, Vikram refused, closing his mouth tightly, as the Executioner tried to force his tongue inside him.
Since Vikram wouldn't let him pass, the Executioner thrust harder, pushing his entire body forward.
Vikram screamed with pleasure and pain, writhing even more. He liked that the big man had done that, so much so that he even let out a small, very weak laugh, from the pleasure, the excitement. He laughed at what was tearing him apart. Very low.
When the Executioner felt Vikram's mouth open, he didn't miss the opportunity and forced his tongue inside.
Vikram reacted and for a second forgot why he had closed his mouth, but it was too late.
The Executioner's tongue explored every part of Vikram. Until he decided to go deeper, going down his throat.
Vikram began to tremble more from pain and, at the same time, from pleasure, losing all sense of reality.
Losing his breath.
Everything was becoming blurry, until the Executioner decided to withdraw his long tongue from Vikram's mouth.
Vikram gasped for breath, searching for more air.
Then, after a few minutes, Vikram felt someone biting his shoulder.
It was the Executioner.
He couldn't turn around; he didn't have the strength.
He was curious to know what the Executioner's face looked like... He wanted to know... But he didn't know why his thoughts demanded it.
The Executioner bit him so hard that Vikram screamed even louder than before, and then blood began to trickle from his shoulder.
The Executioner stepped back and put his mask back on. Actually, he hadn't taken it off; he had only peeked his sharp, blood-stained teeth at Vikram to mark the seal he was about to complete with a bite. This was to let the others know that he had already been caught in the act of having sex. With the first one. The first of the 20 Executioners.
Vikram... He never thought being fucked by that creature could be so... pleasurable. Satisfying.
After a while, the Executioner finally came inside Vikram, filling him so completely that Vikram felt like he was going to explode.
Some of the big man's semen spilled out of the human's entrance. Thick. Hot.
He felt it pumping. Feeling every vein. Feeling that cock throbbing.
Vikram screamed as the semen burned him.
The Executioner withdrew from Vikram's entrance and then turned him around.
He could see the human completely again, head-on. Only this time, the difference was that the human was already hard, very erect.
???: Vikram...
Then a voice reached the little man's ears. It was hard to believe. A deep voice. Was someone else in the room?
No.
It was the same Executioner.
Vikram: C-can you... Ah~! Speak?
The Executioner nodded slightly.
Executioner: I can communicate with you, since I've finished inside you, sharing and completing what I have to offer from the ritual. Only you are missing...
Vikram: What do you mean?
And then, the Executioner guided his tongue to Vikram's member, enveloping it with his tongue.
Vikram was surprised, but he was so excited by what the Executioner was doing.
Vikram: W-What are you doing? What are you doing?
Vikram asked, watching the Executioner with his tongue on his member. Watching what was happening.
Executioner: Don't worry, this won't hurt. Just let yourself go, Vikram. "How you've reacted to my intuitions... I think perhaps you should be rewarded for that," he said, and began to masturbate Vikram's cock, feeling every vein of that member. That thick skin.
Feeling such pleasure, Vikram threw his head back on the bed, letting out moans.
The Executioner rubbed that member thoroughly, from top to bottom, while watching Vikram writhe on the bed. His body was sweaty, blood and semen oozing from his entrance.
It was the perfect sight for the Executioner's eyes.
Something unexpected happened. The tip of the Executioner's tongue moved to the urethra of Vikram's cock. He inserted only the tip of his tongue there; the salty, pre-seminal taste was bitter, something he liked.
Vikram screamed and moaned loudly, as if his breath were being stifled by something invisible.
Then the Executioner began to scratch the human's defined body, so much so that it caused him to scream with pleasure and pain. Until finally, he decided that was enough for the human.
His tongue circled Vikram's entire member, covering it completely, as he felt that Vikram was about to ejaculate.
The Executioner continued moving his tongue against that member with more force, keeping it enclosed, until finally Vikram screamed and released all the semen he had been holding back.
He groaned loudly, with pure pleasure as he released everything.
The semen was not contained; it flowed easily from the tongue that covered it. Most of Pyramid Head's tongue was covered in semen.
He moved it away, leaving Vikram's member exposed, and then brought his tongue to his mouth. There he could taste the semen that the human had released.
Executioner: You taste good.
Vikram: Sh... Shut up...
Vikram was so exhausted, he couldn't go on any longer, he couldn't move, he was tired.
With his eyes half-closed, his vision blurred, and his body limp.
Vikram: I'm tired.
Executioner: Sleep, little human.
The Executioner said as he continued to savor that thick semen in his mouth, until he swallowed it.
And that's exactly what he did; Vikram let sleep take hold of him.
The Executioner watched him. He found it very endearing how the human rested in that bed, clutching the blankets, as if he were still awake. He looked at him with such tenderness that he even grew fond of him in some way.
As if he had enjoyed that act very much. As if each moan from the human was a memory he would never forget.
Executioner: Good luck to the next executioners, Vikram. You are very precious... Hang in there, I know you can endure.
And that was the last thing the Executioner said to Vikram, as he placed a blade on the boy's cheek with his tongue.
He continued watching him, seeing him sleep peacefully, his breathing ragged. Broken. In pain.
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This chapter is long. ~╣[-_-]╠~
And yes, there will be more chapters like this with the next executioners. Since Vikram needs to complete the entire curse, the entire trial. More rituals.
If you have any questions, feel free to ask, I'll answer them as soon as I find out ;)
That's all.
Chao! Chao! See you later! Bye!