All Chapters of Sacred Sins; A Dark Erotica Tale: Chapter 111 - Chapter 119

Damien didn’t need to be told twice. He was already hard as a rock, his cock leaking freely. He moved behind Zeke, who paused for a moment, buried deep inside Eli. Damien pressed his own cock against the already stretched rim. Eli whimpered, shaking his head weakly, but his body was past resisting. With a shared, guttural groan from both men, they pushed. Eli’s asshole, already pushed beyond its limits, stretched to an impossible, paper thin degree to accommodate both thick cocks. The double penetration was a new kind of hell for Eli. He was being torn apart, and it felt like heaven. He writhed and thrashed, his hands clenching into fists above his head, his overstimulated asshole sending signals of pure, white hot overload to his brain. He’d already had six orgasms since the fisting began, each one more intense than the last. Now, as the two cocks pistoned inside him, his body seized up again. He began to have dry orgasms, his cock twitching and spurting nothing but air, his entire

The soft weight of Eli’s head on his chest was a familiar comfort. Zeke lay awake long after Eli had gone back to sleep again, his hand stroking the boy’s sweat-damp hair. The morning’s subdrop had been severe, a testament to the intensity of the previous night. Zeke felt a fierce, protective pride. Only he could break Eli so completely and then piece him back together with such tender care.After an hour, Zeke carefully freed himself. He carried the still sleeping Eli back to the bathroom and ran another warm bath. This one was less about cleanup and more about soothing. He added lavender-scented oil to the water, the steam filling the room with a calming aroma. He washed Eli gently, his hands soft as they glided over the bruised skin, paying special attention to the rim of his ass, which was still gaping, puffy and red. He dried Eli with a fluffy towel, carried him back to bed, and tucked him in. The boy didn’t stir, his body finally sinking into the deep, healing sleep he so despe

Eli woke up the next day in the big empty bed. Alone. No warm bodies pressed against him. No heavy breathing or sticky skin. Just cold sheets and silence. His ass throbbed hard from two nights ago, Zeke's fists had wrecked him deep, stretching his hole wide open, leaving it raw and gaping. He whimpered, body shaking as tears pricked his eyes. "Where... where are they?" he muttered, voice cracking. He felt so fucking left out, like a kid tossed aside.Barefoot, he stumbled out of the room, cock half.hard from morning wood but ass cheeks clenching in pain with every step. The house was quiet except for distant clangs from the clock across the penthouse. He headed straight to the dungeon door, heart pounding. Pushed it open. The smell hit him first, thick musk of cum, sweat, and pussy juice hanging heavy in the air. There they were: Delilah, Damien, Noni, and Zeke, all tangled up in a naked heap on the filthy floor. Delilah's face crusted with dried cum, tits marked with handprints. Dami

Later that day, Noni stirred first in the dungeon heap. Blinking his sticky eyes open. Cum crust on his chest. Damien woke next, groaning as he shifted, his ass sore. Delilah yawned, tits heaving, pussy lips puffy. They untangled slow, naked bodies sliding apart. As they all walked out rubbing their eyes, cocks and tits swinging free. Once the kitchen hit them, the smell of cold pasta and chicken mixed with fresh cum stink. There sat Zeke, naked on a sofa, legs spread wide. Eli sprawled naked partially on his body to the rest of the sofa, dazed out, eyes glassy in deep subspace. His ass up, cheeks spread natural. Prolapse poked out, thick pink tube, few inches of inside-out flesh, bruised red, coated in drying cum globs. His hole winking around it, leaking slow white rivers down his taint to balls. Noni froze, then stepped close. Reaching out his fingers to trace the prolapse edge light. Soft touch on raw nerves. Eli whimpered high, body twitch. Mewled like a kitten, hips buck sli

They unstrapped Eli from the position he was in and out him over the bench, where Zeke wasted no time ramming into Eli who moaned and begged in between, “gods, more... stretch me nnnnggghhh,” Zeke enjoyed the position Eli was in, helpless and in the dark about what was being done to his ass. Zeke slapped Eli's ass with his palm, then spreading Eli's butt cheeks, seeing the gape around his thick cock. Pride filled Zeke at that fact that only he could reduce Eli to a wanton mess. Damien raised Eli's head and shoved his cock down Eli's throat, giving no room for adjustment as he began thrusting. Eli tried to move away but Damien slapped him hard, “shut up slut, and be useful. I don't want to feel your teeth you hear me?” Their assault stretched into hours, their aphrodisiac-fueled stamina turning them into relentless machines. Eli's belly bloated from endless cum loads, sloshing with every brutal thrust. The air reeked of sweat, lube, and raw sex, thick and heady, making their cocks throb